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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Monday, 25 November 2013

Dog Tags by Heidi Glick



blurb:


When disabled ex-Marine Mark Graham reconnects with his best friend’s sister, he finds himself falling in love. But Beth Martindale’s presence is a constant reminder of events he’d rather forget. Mark wants to move forward, but the secrets surrounding her brother’s death as well as his own confinement to a wheelchair threaten to tear them apart. When a psychopath who calls himself The Knight fixates on Beth, Mark is determined to give her the protection he failed to give her brother on the battlefield, yet he discovers that a wheelchair isn’t the only impediment he has to keeping Beth safe. Will terror win or can Mark find the strength of mind and body to rescue Beth and find his own redemption?

Excerpt 1

The Knight’s mind clouded over, like fog settling over the local San Diego metro area. One thing was clear as he sat in his white, sparsely furnished living room: his goal. He must continue his quest to help damsels in distress, ones like Juanita. He hoped she’d listen to him, that she’d understand he only tried to protect her, that she’d appreciate his chivalry. But as he’d learned from experience, the women he chose to rescue might not always be cooperative. Being a knight in shining armor did not always prove an easy task.

The finger in the jar atop the entertainment center served as a reminder: death was far kinder than the fate Juanita could have suffered at the hands of that other man. No matter what society thought, the Knight had done the right thing.

Excerpt 2

He grabbed the notebook and took his time removing a page. The paper tore in one spot. A string of curses spewed from his lips, and he folded the first two sheets of paper. He couldn’t crumple them. The Knight stared at his clenched fists then took a deep breath. His hands trembled as he separated a perforated page from the notebook.

He took a moment to relight the candles surrounding his shrine to Beth. Gaining inspiration, he admired her photo. A chill ran over him. What if Beth refused his help?

He stared in the direction of his gun safe. Be a shame to waste such a beautiful life. Besides, Plot Fifty was taken.

To be fair, the Knight would warn Beth about possible repercussions of refusing his assistance. If she was smarter than Juanita, she’d take the hint. Sweat trickled down his face. He steadied his hand enough to compose the letter. Anticipation flooding over him, he could hardly wait to leave Beth her next surprise


Bio
Heidi Glick has a B.A. in biology, a minor in Bible from Cedarville University, and a passion for writing Christian fiction. Additionally, she is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and has written two articles for Intercom. Heidi’s debut suspense novel, Dog Tags, was released in June 2013. When not working, Heidi spends time with her husband, son, and two dogs, Cocoa and Sparky. Heidi attends Grace Chapel in Mason, Ohio.

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Fairytale of Headley Cross



Christmas is a busy time in the church calendar, and Pastor Carson Armitage still trying to find his feet in his first job as an ordained minister. When he decides to organize a nativity for Christmas Eve, he employs the help of Maggie Turner, Sunday school teacher extraordinaire. She’s dedicated, smart and beautifu; and Carson finds himself falling for her. But when his past comes back to haunt him in a big way, Christmas may not be so merry.

Can the past be laid to rest? Or is happily ever after only a fairytale? 

Extract:

Carson headed across the hall to the lady that Trudi had pointed out. Too late he realized he didn’t know if she were a Miss or a Mrs. And after last time, he wasn’t going to call anyone Ms. Well, whatever her title, she was a stunning woman. Perhaps she was a little on the willowy side, but with curves in all the right places.

She looked familiar. He’d seen her before. Well, obviously. In church on a Sunday he chided himself.
Carson sneaked a look at her left hand as she draped her coat over the back of a chair. “Miss Turner?”

She turned and looked at him. “Yes?”

He held out a hand, her voice familiar, but he was sure he hadn’t spoken to her before today. “I’m Carson Armitage. I understand you organize and teach the Sunday School classes for the children.”

Her eyes flickered for a moment. He could almost see her mind whirling as if trying to place him. Just like the way his mind was trying to work out where he’d seen and heard her before. And it wasn’t from church either. It was somewhere else.

“Yes, I do. It means missing the service each Sunday morning, but I try to make the evening ones.”

“That’s good to hear.” He paused. “This is going to sound really corny, but have we met?”

“You have a dog,” she said absently. “I’ve seen you in the park. You’re Mr. Border Collie.”

Of course. The blonde woman who was so upset earlier that afternoon. “Miss Sheltie. But it’s more than that. I’m sure I’ve heard your voice before. Have we spoken on the phone or something like that?”
His voice died in his throat. That was it.

Color flooded her face. Had she made the connection at the same instant he had? “Oh, no. Please tell me I didn’t ring you this afternoon by mistake.”

“I wish I could, but, yes, I’m afraid you rang the church office and I answered the phone.”

Friday, 22 November 2013

Shadowed in Silk by Christine Lindsay


Shadowed in Silk Book 1 of the series Twilight of the British Raj by Christine Lindsay

She was invisible to those who should have loved her.

After the Great War, Abby Fraser returns to India with her small son, where her husband is stationed with the British army. She has longed to go home to the land of glittering palaces and veiled women . . . but Nick has become a cruel stranger. It will take more than her American pluck to survive.

Major Geoff Richards, broken over the loss of so many of his men in the trenches of France, returns to his cavalry post in Amritsar. But his faith does little to help him understand the ruthlessness of his British peers toward the Indian people he loves. Nor does it explain how he is to protect Abby Fraser and her child from the husband who mistreats them.

Amid political unrest, inhospitable deserts, and Russian spies, tensions rise in India as the people cry for the freedom espoused by Gandhi. Caught between their own ideals and duty, Geoff and Abby stumble into sinister secrets . . . secrets that will thrust them out of the shadows and straight into the fire of revolution.


The gun exploded into sound . . . Abby’s breath went shallow. But it wasn’t from the shot.
“There now,” Geoff said. “. . . you did fine . . . for a beginner.” He talked in that soothing voice he used with Eshana, the children at the mission . . . and her. Just one of the many.
But she wanted more from Geoff. Wanted him to help her at night to tuck Cam into bed, and his gentle smile as they watched her son go to sleep. Wanted him to hold her.
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. But God would never allow that.
Each muscle along her spine uncoiled. She steadied her breathing and checked the breeze, adjusted her aim, and squeezed the trigger. She shot back the bolt and emptied the spent cartridge onto the ground. Sliding the bolt in, a fresh cartridge in place, she rapidly emptied the MK III.
Every inch of her skin warmed in Geoff’s silent awe as the last shot reverberated in ever decreasing waves.  With her whole being she yearned to love this good man. But because of his impossible standards, she would have to hide her love from him. Get rid of his big brother forbearance before it shred her heart further.
He followed her out of the clearing. Before they reached the campsite he put out a hand to stop her. “Why didn’t you tell me, Abby?”
She brushed the hair from her eyes. “I just did.”
He shook his head. “I suppose you did. Are you as proficient with a handgun?”
She nodded.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, indicating they go on. When he withdrew his hand, a piece of her heart felt as though it fell to the ground, spent.


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Saturday, 16 November 2013

Descended - Sebastian by Dana Pratola


BLURB:   Men like Sebastian want only one thing, and Natalie has vowed not to give it to him. Yes, he’s gorgeous, intelligent and heroic, but he’s also a constant reminder that she isn’t good enough for him. Can she outrun a club owner who wants her dead when she’s weighed down by the failures of her past? 

His whole life, Sebastian has viewed women one way – as marvelous distractions. But when Natalie enters his life, he’s forced to see the world – and women – in a new light. Teaming with Jett Cestone, they enter a world of sex traffickers to rescue young innocents. But only Natalie can rescue him and give him the one thing his heart needs. 


EXCERPT:
“Aren’t deities supposed to be munificent?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m not a deity. Neither are you. However, I am munificent, in that I haven’t hurt you yet.”
Jett had a powerful aura, true, but Sebastian had a few gifts himself. And an aversion to being pushed around. He lifted his head and looked down his nose at his challenger.
“Stay out of my face, Jett, and there won’t be any need for generosity or subtlety or anything else.”
The harsh line of Jett’s lips bent enough to reveal clenched teeth. “Stay away from my wife.”
Sebastian seldom felt this degree of hostility coming from one person. A side table rocked nearby. No one appeared to notice, except for a man dressed all in black, who steadied it with one finger while looking nonchalantly around the room.
Telekinesis? Really? He had his own, but not to the degree it seemed evident in Jett, almost uncontrollable.
Haven squeezed her husband’s arm. “Enough. You’re not going to ruin this night for me.”
With that, she stalked away, bouncing all that velvety brown hair as she went.
Her marriage to Jett hadn’t been a big society event, just a private ceremony at home, so CNN said. Visually the two made a striking couple. Personality-wise, Sebastian couldn’t see how they’d gotten together. Maybe he’d misjudged Jett. There must be more to the man than a brain for business and a boorish need to control. Still, she was his wife, and Sebastian never crossed that line.
“Careful with that temper,” Sebastian told Jett. “You could wind up with ulcers.”
“And you could wind up—”
Sebastian followed Jett’s line of vision to where Haven stood watching across the room.
“…having a wonderful evening,” Jett finished, before hurrying after her.
Sebastian smiled. Jett’s Achilles heel. And who could blame him? He gave Haven one last look of simple male appreciation and started for the other end of the room.


Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Saturday's Child


Saturday's Child might be possessed...

Aaron Field is a farmer. He’s sworn off parties and bonfires, and being more concerned with losing his farm than anything else, he has little time for church. When his field is hired by the church for a Guy Fawkes night bonfire, Aaron is ill prepared for the feisty Welsh woman who steps onto his land and into his heart.

Meaghan Knight is a farmer’s daughter. It’s her job to make sure the church’s bonfire party runs smoothly, and if that means ironing out the kinks in surly Farmer Field then that’s what she’ll do. When she finds out what’s really behind his attitude, she feels ill prepared to face his history, his family, and the danger.

As Aaron and Meaghan join forces, they discover an evil so demonic it threatens not only the farm, but their lives, as well. Meaghan knows God can prevail, but first she has to convince Aaron not to give up.

Extract:

Aaron glanced across the room at the mirror. For a moment, he was sure he saw four reflections. He blinked hard and looked again. Three people—Jack, Meggie, and him. Just as there should be.

Then there was a fourth. Exactly as Meggie and Nancy had described. Red eyes, narrowed in hatred. Pointed ears, and sharp teeth. The cowl pulled around the face, the figure seemed to be pushing the glass forward, as if it were trying to break through. His insides jarred violently, and Aaron backed away, standing between the mirror and Meggie. “Jack…”

Pastor Jack stood, still pale, but color gradually returning. He handed the phone back to Meggie. “Your brother and the elders of his church are praying for us now.”

The front door opened and slammed shut. Footsteps in the hall seemed to grow closer and the door to the hallway flung open. But there was no physical presence standing there.

“Get out!” A deep voice reverberated through the kitchen, shaking the glass in the dresser and making the lamp shade swing from side to side.

Meggie screamed in terror.

Aaron grabbed her, holding her tightly, his own heart pounding violently as brutal fear gripped him.

Meggie tugged on Aaron’s arm. “We should get out of here,” she cried.

“Stand firm.” Pastor Jack’s voice, deep, resolute and full of authority, filled the room.

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