Daily Archives: July 2, 2020

Whisper Blueby Atthys Gage

There is no Whispering Girl. She doesn’t exist. Marieka Evers knows this for a fact because she was there when Miles Faber created her. The cellphone photograph, the melodramatic tale of his encounter in the woods — all fake. The elaborate family history, the found diary — pure fiction. It was all an experiment, part of a study on belief and gullibility and the behavior of crowds. He wanted to see how far it would go. Only now it seems his experiment has gotten out of hand. Real people have gone missing in the Georgia woods, and every day more and more followers of whisperinggirl.net report their own encounters with the fabled Ghost of Jasper County. Is it possible that the fiction isn’t fiction anymore?

When a body turns up in the woods, brutally murdered, and one of his online followers begins posting under the name of Whisper Blue, Miles loses his grip, and it falls to Marieka to try and save him from his own paranoid delusion. But is it a delusion? There’s a real mystery in those woods, and the closer Marieka gets to heart of it, the more she may wish she’d never started.

The Whimsy Witch Who Wasn’t (Tales of Xest Book 1)by Donna Augustine

When they kidnapped me to Xest, they thought I was a nobody, another lowly whimsy witch to work in their wish factory. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Everybody has bad days, stories of horror and woe. Unless they have the wind calling their name and ghosts telling them they have bad debts, I don’t have time to listen. I’m too busy with the hot guy who yelled at me because of some stupid feather and strange people jumping through puddles and kidnapping me to Xest. If you don’t know where Xest is, join the club. They say it’s somewhere north of North, and east of East. It sure doesn’t look like any place I’ve ever seen.

So yeah, top that day and maybe I’ll hear you out. Right now though, I’ve got to go help the hot guy keep the darkness at bay over by the Unsettled Lands, while trying to not blow things up. It’s the only way I’ll ever get back to Salem.

Flaming Rangeby Harvey Lant

Trouble was looming on his range, but Tom Derry thought he could keep out of it. A small-time rancher trying to make a nice home for his future wife, there’s no reason for him to get dragged into it.

But that’s exactly what happens – and he discovers he’s being framed for murder. Outraged, he proves his innocence and decides to become a lawman to stop the same thing happening to anyone else. But with the roots of envy and greed deep in the heart of the community, in the end only gunsmoke and hot lead can put a stop to the violence…

Harvey Lant is one of fifty pseudonyms for British author, Donald S. Rowland, who was born in Norfolk, England. Rowland is married with three children, and previously had a variety of jobs, including film projectionist and Senior Clerk and Local Government Officer. It was only in 1964 that he dedicated his time to writing full-time and has since written a variety of novels, from science-fiction to westerns.

Let Freedom Inby Weston Parker

I’m falling for the one guy my father absolutely hates.

A Navy SEAL with thick shoulders, dimples, and a wicked grin.

Too bad he’s a complete alpha-hole.

I shouldn’t be spending my time daydreaming about all the ways he could make me blush, but I can’t help myself.

Besides, it’s finally summer. My pre-med classes are done, and the beach in Cali is calling my name.

The issue with my new love interest is that my strict father thinks “the boy isn’t going anywhere.”

I don’t care about any of that, thanks to the fireworks I feel when he’s around.

Dad’s retiring from the Navy soon anyway.

It’s not like he’s going to throw my new beau in the brig or send him off to war, right?

It’s my life. I’ll do what I please.

Let Freedom Ring.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston