Today the Spotlight is on MONK! Mr.Monk Helps Himself

Were you a fan of the T.V. Show Monk?  Then listen up, today kicks off the book tour for Mr. Monk Helps Himself by Hy Conrad!

Book Description:

Publisher: Penguin USA (June 4, 2013)
Category: Cozy Mystery
Tour Date: August, 2013
ISBN: 978-0-451-24093-4
Available in: Print & eBook,  286 Pages

Mr. Monk Helps Himself is an all-new mystery, written by Hy Conrad, the Edgar Award-nominated screenwriter and co-executive producer of Monk and starring the characters from the wildly successful television series.

Now that Monk and Natalie are both in San Francisco again, life is almost back to normal, with one exception:  Natalie is studying for her PI license, the last step to becoming Monk’s full partner.

Before taking the plunge, Natalie sneaks off to Half Moon Bay for a retreat run by Miranda Bigley, charismatic leader of the “Best Possible Me” self-help program, whose philosophy has helped Natalie deal with her recent life changes.  Her plans for a relaxing weekend are disrupted when Monk tracks her down, determined to rescue her from the “cult.”  Their argument is cut short when Miranda, in full view of everyone, calmly walks to the edge of a cliff and jumps off.

Even though Miranda’s death looks like suicide—especially when it’s discovered that she was on the brink of financial disaster—Natalie is sure it is murder.  But Monk brushes her off to help the SFPD solve the murder of a clown, despite his fear of clowns—number ninety-nine on his list of one hundred phobias.

Natalie and Monk begin their separate investigations and are quickly caught up in situations neither one of them can handle.  If they want to solve both crimes – and survive – they first need to learn how to be full partners.  Can Monk handle the change?

Praise for Mr. Monk Helps Himself:

“An entertaining and ruefully funny diversion that stars one of television’s best-loved characters.”–Honolulu Star Bulletin

“[A] lighthearted, enjoyable whodunit.”–San Francisco Book Review

“Hilariously funny and devilishly clever…an impossible-crime lover’s delight.”–Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine

“Even though Mr. Conrad is replacing Lee Goldberg, the writing remains great. Monk and all other characters are well developed. Can’t wait for next one.”- Tyffani Monford,Amazon.com Reviewer

“Great Book! I’ m a huge Monk fan – rewatch episodes all the time and have read all the books. It is my favorite series of all time. I was worred that this book might not be as good because of the new author… but I was pleasantly surprised that I really enjoyed it. Worth buying!”- Andria, Amazon.com Reviewer

About Hy Conrad: 

Hy Conrad was one of the original writers on the USA Network television seriesMonk and stayed with the series for all eight seasons, acting as co-executive producer for the last two seasons and garnering three Edgar® Award nominations. In addition, Hy was head writer of the webisode series Little Monkand served as consulting producer and writer on the USA series White Collar.

He is the author of hundreds of short stories, dozens of interactive mysteries, and ten books of solvable whodunits, sold around the world in fourteen languages. His first mystery novel series, Abel Adventures, premiered in 2012, with the publication of Rally ’Round the Corpse.  On a more humorous note, Hy is also the author of Things Your Dog Doesn’t Want You to Know.

Author Website: http://www.hyconrad.com/
Hy on Twitter: https://twitter.com/hyconrad
Hy on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HyConrad?fref=ts

Thanks to the author, Hy Conrad, one copy of Mr. Monk Helps Himself can be won.  This giveaway is open internationally. Those in the U.S. or Canada can choose between print and ebook. International winners will receive an ebook.  

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Follow the Tour:

So Many Precious Books Aug 1 Spotlight & Giveaway
Bookworm Aug 2 Review
Cozie Corner Aug 5 Review
Back To Books Aug 6 Review
Rikki’s Teleidoscope Aug 7 Review
A Chick Who Reads Aug 8 Review
A Chick Who Reads Aug 9 Guest Post
Butterfly-o-Meter Books Aug 12 Review
Booksie’s Blog Aug 13 Review
Quilted Reviews  & Cheryl’s Book Nook Aug 14 Review
Books, Books, & More Books Aug 15 Review
Books, Books, & More Books Aug 16 Interview
Book Lover Stop Aug 19 Review
Wolf Majick Reviews Aug 20 Review
Wolf Majick Reviews Aug 21 Guest Post
Sammy the Bookworm Aug 22 Review
 VW Stitcher Aug 23 Review
Recent Reads Aug 26 Review
Recent Reads Aug 27 Guest Post
The News in Books Aug 28 Review
The News in Books Aug 29 Guest Post
I’d Rather Be At the Beach Aug 29 Review
I’d Rather Be At the Beach Aug 30 Guest Post & Giveaway
WTF Are You Reading Aug 30 Review & Giveaway
Romance & Inspiration  Aug 31 Review
Tabula Rasa Sept 3 Review
Socrates Book Reviews Sept 4 Review
Over a Cuppa Coffee Sept 5 Review
Over a Cuppa Coffee Sept 6 Interview & Giveaway
Bloggin Bout Books Sept 9 Review
Rainy Days & Mondays Sept 10 Review                                        

      Sweeps4Bloggers Sept 11 Review & Giveaway
The Haunting of Orchid Forsythia Sept 12 Review
Library of  Clean Reads Sept 16 Review
Library of  Clean Reads Sept 17 Interview
Networking Witches Sept 18 Review
Joy Story Sept 19 Review
Book Lover’s Library Sept 23 Review
Book Lover’s Library Sept 24 Interview & Giveaway
Green Mountain Couple Sept 25 Review
DWED Sept 26 Review
DWED Sept 27 Interview
Suko’s Notebook Sept 30 Review

Cover reveal for “Villere House” and Giveaway

Blurb:

The last thing college senior Lottie Boyd expected while on spring break in New Orleans was having strange, yet vivid dreams of a 19th century young widow, desperately trying to save her dying little girl. When doctors are unable to do more, the beautiful woman in Lottie’s dreams is forced to go beyond her beliefs for one last attempt. Compelled to find answers, Lottie is drawn toward the historic Villere House of Voodoo, where she meets the owner, Xavier Villere. She is attracted to his intriguing creole good looks, but his skepticism of his family's century-old link to Voodoo and the occult keep pushing her away. It isn’t until Xavier begins experiencing unexplainable events from his own past that he begins to understand why he must help Lottie with hers.

Coming Early Fall, 2013
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A Double Cover Reveal for author Melissa Pearl

Mrs. Potter’s Book Publicity Services Presents:

A Double Cover Reveal for author Melissa Pearl!

BEFORE

(Betwixt Novella #0.5)

Description:

Dale Finnigan is a teenage rebel; he lives for parties, girls and joy riding in stolen cars. In spite of his uptight parents' constant warnings and lectures, he continues to run wild. His crazy lifestyle is the only way he can live and feel free…until his reckless behavior takes him down a path where there is no going back.

In this prequel to BETWIXT, find out who Dale Finnigan was before he became known as “scar-face”—the unassuming hero everyone underestimates.

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BEYOND
(Betwixt Novella #1.5)

Description:

Have you ever been so in love with someone, but not had the courage to tell them?

Nicole Tepper is that girl. She loves her boyfriend Dale, but fearing rejection, keeps her feelings buried deep. She can’t even let on how heartbroken she is when Dale begins applying for colleges thousands of miles away from her; never even whispering a word about how much she wishes he would stay close.

But, when Dale is rejected from Colombia University in NYC, due to a police report that follows him wherever he goes, Nicole soon discovers that love can drive her to do things she never thought possible.

There's more than one way to say, I love you and Nicole Tepper is about to prove to Dale that she loves him beyond all common sense.

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Cover Designs By: Eden Crane Design

AUTHOR BIO:

“I used to be a full time teacher (11-13 year olds) then I became a full time mother. During that time I also found my passion for writing. Over the last ten years I have been studying the craft and putting myself out there.

My first trilogy came out in November, 2011. It has been a wild ride swimming in this indie river and I have loved so much of it. I have learned so many amazing things and met so many great people. It has totally solidified the fact I want to be a writer for as long as I possibly can!

I now have five books published and am working on a new YA Fantasy trilogy for 2013. I am having so much fun with it and can't wait to share it with everybody.

I am from New Zealand, but am currently living in China with my husband and two sons. It has been a culture shock, but it's pretty cool living in such a different country.” ~Melissa Pearl

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Speak no Evil Excerpt, and 5 Star Review

Speak No Evil (No Evil #1)

by Tanya Anne Crosby

Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Categories: Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Kensington

Release Date: March 7, 2013

Heat Level: Sensual

Length: 283 pages

Available at:

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Description:

“Dangerously addicting. “-Sherrilyn Kenyon #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Crosby serves up suspense, secrets and Southern scandal like no one else! “ - Harlan Coben #1 New York Times bestselling author

Lifting the veil of secrecy on a grand Southern family in decline, New York Times bestselling author Tanya Anne Crosby explores the lives of Caroline, Augusta, and Savannah Aldridge, three sisters who share a dark past and an uncertain future...Caroline Aldridge was surprised by the number of mourners at her mother's funeral. Evidently the newspaper heiress who had caused her children so much pain was well-loved by everyone else in Charleston. Now she was gone, leaving behind countless secrets--and a few demands: Caroline and her sisters must live together for one year or lose their inheritance. And Caroline must take over The Tribune. But a killer is making headlines, and Caroline may have unwittingly stepped into the crosshairs...

A series of kidnappings and murders resurrect the sisters' memories of their brother's disappearance as a child--and Caroline fears she may be next. Yet in the midst of her turmoil, she may be rekindling a romance she'd extinguished long ago. With Jack back in her life and the tattered bonds of sisterhood slowly mending, Caroline hopes the family can restore its position in Charleston society--unless a sinister force beyond their control tears them apart forever. . .

About the Author:

Tanya has written seventeen novels, all of which have graced numerous bestseller lists including the New York Times and USA Today. Best known for stories charged with emotion and humor, and filled with flawed characters, her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She lives with her husband, two dogs and two cats in northern Michigan.

Connect with Tanya Anne Crosby

Email: tanya@tanyaannecrosby.com

Website: http://tanyaannecrosby.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tanyaannecrosby

Twitter: https://twitter.com/TanyaAnneCrosby

Excerpt #1 (Extended)

Together she and Savannah made their way inside, as one by one, neighbors Caroline hadn’t seen in a decade brought sympathy along with their best casseroles. Thanking each for both, she set the food out in the dining room, noting that there was more than enough to feed an army for a year. Maybe they could donate some? She didn’t want it to go to waste and didn’t intend to remain in Charleston beyond the reading of the will. She was pretty sure her sisters had the same idea. Any arrangements that would need to be made could be handled over the phone, via e-mail and fax. That was the beauty of technology.

“My dear,” someone said sympathetically, tapping Caroline’s shoulder as she set a third dish of ambrosia salad on the buffet. Unbelievably, there was no more space on the antique Georgian table, even with its six feet of extensions.

“Well, hello, Miss Rose!” Caroline exclaimed. “How lovely to see you!” There was no pretense in the greeting. Rose Simmons’s wrinkled face brought back memories of Caroline’s earliest years in this old house, the only good ones she could recall.

“Gracious! I wouldn’t have missed it,” Miss Rose said. “Your mother was a wonderful woman. Such a lovely funeral!” she added with unreserved approval. “I hope my children will pay their respects so beautifully!”

A prick of guilt jabbed Caroline. Everything had been prearranged. It was the one thing she could thank her mother for: Flo wasn’t the sort to leave unfinished business. She skirted the compliment. “Well, I’m glad you could make it,” she offered with a smile, and then caught a glimpse of the figure standing in the entrance to the dining room and all thoughts flew out of her head at once.

“Oh, before I forget, I brought the greens!” Miss Rose declared. Caroline blinked, her gaze fixed on the man she had nearly married ten years before. “Greens?”

His eyes were as vivid a blue as she recalled, with points of light that dimmed or brightened based on the intensity of his smile. Right now, they were practically electric and Caroline could barely focus.

“I don’t know the Greens, Miss Rose. . . .”

Miss Rose chuckled, gently cuffing Caroline’s forearm. “Well, of course you do! You always asked after them and I remembered and brought them!”

Caroline gave the old woman a confused smile, and noticed Jack was smirking, those lights in his eyes dancing impishly. The familiar, playful grin annoyed her far more than it should have.

Miss Rose clasped a hand to her breast. “Poor sweet dear! It must be the shock,” she declared. “That’s quite understandable.” She patted Caroline’s arm consolingly. “Flo’s death was so unexpected!” She shook her head. “Your mother will be sorely missed, but it should cheer you to know they are talking about planting a garden in Waterfront Park in her honor. I hope they do!

“The Florence Willodean Aldridge Memorial Garden,” Rose continued, but Caroline was no longer listening. The old woman peered over her shoulder to see what had captured Caroline’s attention and a sudden look of comprehension crossed her features. She smiled knowingly. “Well, goodness! I understand. I shall leave you to your guests, my dear girl. Just make sure you put some of them greens aside for later. I cooked them up just the way you like them, with a nice big ham hock!”

It dawned on Caroline suddenly that the “greens” were not people. Miss Rose had brought mustard greens. And truthfully, she hated them intensely but vaguely recalled being five at Miss Rose’s daughter’s baptism celebration and feeling incredibly guilty about wanting to spit them out. With a quelling look from her mother, she had reluctantly swallowed them and complimented Miss Rose’s greens emphatically—obviously, much too emphatically.

Miss Rose clucked at her, shaking an admonishing finger. “You always were too thin!”

Caroline’s cheeks heated as her mother’s neighbor ambled away, leaving her completely at Jack’s mercy.

The old woman gave Jack a nod on her way out of the dining room and said pleasantly, “Afternoon, Jack.”

Jack greeted her with a smile and a nod. “Afternoon, Miss Rose. You look lovely as ever.”

Miss Rose ducked her head shyly and giggled like a schoolgirl. The instant she was out of earshot, Jack turned the full impact of hisroguish smile on Caroline. “Just make sure you put some of them greens aside for later,” he teased, stirring from the doorframe and strolling into the room with a languor that was both infuriating and reassuring in its familiarity.

“I guess your mother never taught you not to eavesdrop,” Caroline said, hating herself for giving in to feelings of resentment.

The twinkles in his eyes vanished. “We both know my mother didn’t teach me much of anything, Caroline.”

He said it calmly, congenially, but Caroline knew she’d hit a nerve. For a long awkward moment, they stood facing one another, neither quite certain what to say. The scent of wilting magnolias drifted between them. Ten years ago, her mother had ordered the flowers as centerpieces for the tables at their wedding. Now, they adorned every corner of the house and Caroline would forever associate the scent with death and sorrow.

 Fitting, somehow.

Jack had the decency to look uncomfortable. Hands in his pockets, he peered down at the floor. “We still need to talk to Sadie,” he offered. “Finalize the report.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find her in the kitchen.”

It was Sadie, their mother’s housekeeper, who had discovered Flo sprawled at the foot of the stairs. Doped out on clonazepam, Flo had apparently tripped over a loose board at the top of the stairs.

“It’s just a formality,” he assured. “It can wait.”

She’d rather believe he was here because he was doing his duty for work, not because of some misplaced sense of obligation to their past. “So you’re working?”

“I came to pay my respects, not upset you. Sorry, Caroline.”

At one time, Caroline couldn’t have imagined anyone else she’d rather be comforted by. Now she didn’t even know how to talk to him. “Thanks for coming, Jack.”

He took a step backward. “You’re more like her than you realize,” he said quietly, removing his hands from his pockets. He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more. Instead, he turned and left.

Ignoring the surreptitious glances from their guests, Caroline turned her back on him. Trying hard to be casual, she stabbed a silver spoon into a dish before following Jack out into the hall to watch his retreat.

He edged his way through the crowd, somehow avoiding human contact despite the breadth of his shoulders. He never once looked back. Without a word, he opened the front door, stepped out into the afternoon light and closed it quietly behind him.

Caroline choked on a wave of emotion. “Shit,” she said softly.

Savannah appeared behind her. “That bad?”

Caroline blinked away tears. “He said he was looking for Sadie.”

Savannah lifted a brow. “Well, I doubt that’s why he came by here today.”

“The past doesn’t change just because he wants it to!” Caroline said emphatically and Savannah nodded, wisely recognizing the end of her patience on the subject of Jack Shaw.

 My 5 Star review

I received this book from the author for an honest review.

Compelling, Intrigue, Tense is only some of the words I can use to describe this suspense filled romance. The relationship between the three sisters, the death of their mother and the budding romance between Christine and Jack offered this story a human depth. Mingled in between the ongoing plot of mayhem, heat and floods that build the suspension as people disappeared and bodies piled up. Each sister had to deal with their mother's sudden death at her own peril. The absence of a mother's love shaping each as they struggle with life and its battles. 

Gripping, this plot will keep you at the edge as you read about the twisted mind of a sick individual, brutally torturing innocent lives for his own benefit.

Well written the characters played their parts, each contributing to the story as it unfolds and you felt relieved when it was over. Great characters, each with their own personas that kept the story interesting and entertaining. 

The seamless flow of words and scenes capturing your attention as the plot unfolds and you get a glimpse of the plot line. Turning the pages as you wonder and enjoy the story.

Well "over" is a figurative word in the sentence...I do not like cliffhangers, and it left you with a few unanswered questions. Now I can not wait to get my hands on the next book! 

A great story I can recommend to all who love suspense, romance, relationships, and action.

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Excerpt and 5 Star Review for Perverse by Larry Rodness

“Perverse” 

By Larry Rodness

Blurb -

  19 year old Emylene Stipe is a 2nd generation Goth who, like every teenage girl, is trying to find her place in the world. One night she comes upon an old painting in an antique store and is compelled to purchase it.  When she brings it home an image of a young woman appears in the sketch and then magically materializes in her apartment. Emylene nick-names her 'Poinsettia' and they soon become fast friends. But Poinsettia has an ulterior motive for her sudden and strange intrusion into her host's life which causes Emylene to question her whole belief system.

LARRY RODNESS BIO

Larry Rodness began his entertainment career as a professional singer at the age of 19 and has been performing in Toronto for over 35 years with his wife and singing partner, Jodi, at venues such as The Old Mill, Royal York Hotel, Skyline and Bristol Place Hotel as well as countless corporate and private functions.

In the 80's Larry studied musical theatre writing with PRO under Broadway conductor Layman Engel, which led him to write for dinner theater. He then moved into the screenplay arena where he has written over a dozen screenplays and has had 3 scripts optioned to date. In the past 2 years he has also become a published novelist.

Information on other writings is available on www.larryrodness.com

“Perverse” buy links –

The novel can be purchased in both print and/or electronic form at:

Amazon / Amazon ( Canada) / 

Amazon – UK / Barnes and Noble

Excerpt

The next day during her lunch break, Emylene returned

to the antique shop to find the sketch sitting there on the

dusty floor, leaning against the grimy picture window. She

looked at it more closely this time. The artist had framed the

winter scene by drawing a weathered old wooden fence that

zigzagged from the foreground all the way to a line of trees

that met the horizon. In the center of the sketch stood the

subject of the picture, a great cypress tree surrounded by a

blanket of pristine snow. Aside from that there was nothing

distinctive about the picture at all except that Stelio seemed

captivated by it. And yet the more she looked, the more

Emylene felt a strange emotional tug. The sketch was serene

and unsettling at the same time, evocative but distant—just the

right mix of perversity for the heartsick Goth.

Her mind firmly made up, Emylene pushed open the

paint-peeled door that creaked as if it objected to the intrusion.

The air inside hung heavy with the smell of melancholia.

The items on display, not so much antiques as other people’s

castaways, were piled haphazardly onto shelves and tables

in no particular order. This was not so much a store as a

graveyard, a tomb for forgotten relics and memories. And

if that wasn’t bad enough, Emylene sensed an air of gloom

emanating from the shopkeeper himself who was behind

his counter, staring sour-faced at her. He was a tall, gaunt

man in his late sixties with wispy grey hair who had lived

in the district for over thirty years and suffered them all—

the druggies, the hookers, and the hustlers. He took one

look at Emylene and made up his mind about her before

she said a single word: Goths. If they were so in love with

death, why didn’t they just slit their wrists and let the rest

of us get on with our own miserable lives? Nevertheless,

Emylene greeted him with a cheery hello.

“Hey there. The picture in the window, the one with the

tree? How much?” she asked.

“It’s not for you,” he replied with a trace of a European

accent.

“Maybe it is.”

“Why? Why would you want it?”

“I dunno exactly,” replied Emylene. “It just kinda

speaks to me.”

“Really. And what does it say?”

“It says… ‘I’m lonely, I need a friend, a nice place to

live.’ So, how much you want for it?”

The storeowner stared at Emylene at first with curiosity,

and then with disdain. “A million dollars,” he replied. “You

got a million dollars? If not, don’t waste my time.”

Emylene offered her prettiest smile while she lifted the

picture from the floor and eyeballed it like an appraiser from

Sotheby’s. There was nothing particularly artsy about it. The

dust covering the frame and glass told her it had probably been

lying around for months, if not years. Artistically, the scale

was tipping more towards ‘garbage’ than ‘antique.’

“I don’t have that much, but I’ll give you a hundred,”

she offered.

“You really want it? Tell you what. You come back

here tomorrow…”

Emylene knew what was coming next.

“…dressed from head to toe in white. You wipe all that

black polish off your nails and the paint off your face, and you

come here dressed like…”

“…like a little lady?” asked Emylene.

“Yes, like that, and she’s yours.”

Emylene put the picture down where she found it.

“See you tomorrow then,” she sang as she left the shop.

Although she had never met this man before Emylene

knew him all too well. Her parents had taught her early on

that whenever people were confronted with something odd

or strange, they generally went into “fear mode.” This man

was afraid of something and desperate to keep control of

his domain. To do that, he needed to demystify Emylene by

degrading and shaming her into showing that beneath all the

make-up and the gear, she was as dull and ordinary as he was.

Emylene needed to show him that she was a grown-up, and no

one was going to push her around. Both were in for a shock.

The next day Emylene returned to the store as requested,

wearing the only white dress she owned and treasured—an

exact replica of the bridal gown Miss Lucy was buried in,

after Dracula turned her into a vampyre. When Emylene

stepped across the threshold of the store, she looked more

frightening than she did in anything she had worn in black,

and the look on the store owner’s face instantly faded to the

same pallor of white as the dress. As Emylene approached him

she slowly opened her hand.

The owner drew back, fully expecting to find a beating

heart pumping away in her little palm. Instead there were

five twenties. He hesitated a moment, wondering whether

to deny her the purchase and shoo her out, but instead,

he scooped up the bills. Emylene took the picture and

exited the store. Not a word was said between the two.

After she left, the owner crossed himself, and then oddly,

tears began to roll down from his eyes.

When Emylene returned to her apartment, she hoped to

find another note tied to a black Bacarra rose, which signified

that Stelio was back in town. She was anxious to surprise him

with the sketch, but there was nothing waiting for her.

The next morning she looked again. Still no rose or

note. A week went by without any contact from Stelio, which

frustrated Emylene to no end. Whenever she dropped by his

shop, she was told he was away on business. Was he avoiding

her? Had he grown tired of her? Never, she told herself, how

could he? Perhaps his wife found out about them.

In the meantime Emylene looked around for just the

right place to hang the sketch. There really was only one place

for it. A nail went into the plaster with two bangs of a hammer

and the picture was hung upon the wall opposite the main door

of the apartment so that it would be the first thing she’d see

upon entering, and the last thing upon leaving.

That done, Emylene took a moment to appreciate her

new acquisition. Ignoring the slap-dash method with which

the simple brush strokes were applied, she concentrated on

the basic elements of the scene—a rickety wooden fence

that zigzagged all the way back to a line of trees in the

distant horizon. A few wavy strokes indicating a blanket

of unblemished snow, and of course, the lone Cyprus that

commanded center stage. So simpatico did she feel to the tree

that, for a moment, Emylene fancied the artist must have had

her in mind when he drew it—two lone entities against the

world. That was all and yet, there seemed more although she

couldn’t put her finger on what, exactly. Perhaps it was in the

hastily drawn strokes that she had all but ignored until now.

What was the artist’s intention? Was it just plain laziness or

was there a sense of urgency? But then, because even Goths

get hungry, Emylene stripped off Miss Lucy’s bridal gown and

bounced downstairs to grab a sub.

It was 8:15 when she returned. When her world changed.

When the glorious mystery of the picture began to reveal

itself. When she gazed upon her new treasure and noticed for

the first time footprints in the snow that were not there before.

My 5 Star Review

I received the book from the author for an honest review.

Interesting and well executed plot that keeps you glued to the book till the last page. Or as Emelyne would have said "Perverse".

We meet Emelyne at the age of nineteen leaving her parents home to stand on her own feet like any ordinary young person that seeks independence. Her natural ability to rebel against everything in life did not prepare her for the life changes she would experience when meeting Stelio. A second generation Goth, this young lady new much about the darker side of life but nothing could prepare her when a framed picture came to life and altered her own drastically. As a Goth, she was trained by her parents to question everything, especially the very important one about Death. Soon death became a reality when her neighborhood, family, friends and neighbors acted strangely, and it was up to her to save the day.

Meeting Laszlo with an outrageous tale but yet so believable that she had to trust him to save everything dear to her. Her cunningness, strong will and wit stood out the most making her character believable and likable. 

Taken back in time as you learn more about the evil Stelio and the connections between him and Laszlo. Giving you a glimpse in the world of revenge and Vampyres. The Mira character a good villain that kept the plot alive and entertaining. 

Every scene a building block in the plot keeps the book filled with twists and intrigue. Well written as good and evil embark on capturing the soul of the human being.