New Release Spotlight: Death Sentence by Sheryl Browne / @SherylBrowne

Don’t you love release days? Today, we’ve got a great one for you. Award-winning author, Sheryl Browne, releases Death Sentence! Read on to learn more about this gripping title!

Death Sentence

Death Sentence

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Genres: Contemporary, Murder, Thriller
Tag: Recommended Books
ASIN: B01EB5N9AC
Death Sentence - He's killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?
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About the Book

Death Sentence – He’s killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?

Detective Inspector Matthew Adams and Patrick Sullivan, drug dealer, pimp, murderer: two men on opposite sides of the law. A history that goes way back. A bully even in his youth, Sullivan had made it his mission in life to make the goody-two-shoes copper’s life a misery. Now Matthew has made it his mission in life to make sure the pimping scum responsible for prostituting young girls, abusing them, and beating them to death, is locked up for life.

When Matthew’s child becomes a casualty of the war between them, does Matthew want justice? Or does he want retribution? When Patrick’s brother is shot down like a dog in a drug bust gone wrong, Patrick wants payback. He wants Matthew. Or the copper loses his pretty, pregnant wife. As far as Patrick is concerned, it’s quid pro quo.

Death Sentence: an edge-of-your seat story of revenge.

What the reviewers say:

Unyielding! I found myself having to force myself to breathe. (Best Selling Thrillers)
Fast paced. Fabulously written thriller! (Rachel’s Random Reads)
Will totally blow your mind. A powder keg of revenge (Brook Cottage Books)
It’s gritty, graphic and violent – I absolutely loved it (Being Anne)

 

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Excerpt From Death Sentence

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Bedroom, he instructed himself, foreboding at what he might find there ratcheting his fear to a whole new level. His limbs heavy, his heartbeat now sluggish, Matthew located the main bedroom. Faltering for a split-second, his hand visibly shaking, he pressed down the handle and took a tentative step inside. Wall-to-wall mirrors, he noted. Triple bed. Upholstery: black and grey silk. In the middle of the bed; placed strategically centre-duvet …

Matthew’s heart stopped dead.

One single shoe, red leather, suede panels, zip front, Lolita ankle boots: bought for Becky’s birthday. His stomach lurched, Matthew turned instinctively for the en-suite, where he was violently sick.

Where was she? Dear God … Please don’t do this. Glancing at the ceiling, sweat saturating his shirt, Matthew swallowed back the acrid taste burning the back of his throat, rammed on the taps, and threw cold water over his face. Please don’t, he prayed harder, to a god he didn’t much believe in, clutched the sink for support, and squeezed his eyes closed. Still they came, staccato images, seared into his mind: Lily, life extinct, eyes vacant. Becky …

No! Emitting a guttural moan, which ricocheted distortedly off the tiled walls around him, Matthew panted out short, heavy breaths, tried to still the walls which seemed to be closing in on him, to stave off the imminent asthma attack, and then froze, as his mobile rang in his pocket. Sullivan? Matthew groped for it and pressed it shakily to his ear. He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ Sullivan enquired, causing the walls to shift in another inch. ‘Or do you need a minute, Adams, is that it? Take your time.’ His tone grew sickeningly more gloating by the second. ‘Slow breaths, Matthew, just like you did when you were a shit-scared, snivelling little kid.’

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Breaking The Ice And A Knockout! @EmmaCalin / @mandybaggot

We’re getting a little rough and tumble at the Author’s Café today! Not only are with up for a little Breaking the Ice by Mandy Baggot, we’re also serving up a Knockout! from Emma Calin. Read on for great excerpts, super treats, and fab music!

 

Breaking the Ice

Breaking the Ice

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Genre: Romance
Can Samantha save her job, save the Civic Hall and stop her panic attacks just long enough to give her away her heart? More info →
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Excerpt From Breaking The Ice

The air was cold but it felt refreshing as it hit her. Samantha skated round trying to emulate some of the moves she has seen performed earlier. The women had spun and twisted and turned without putting a foot out of place and, when they’d been lifted high in the air, they had held themselves with such poise. They’d been dainty and coordinated, things Samantha didn’t know the first thing about.

She skated on, gaining speed and relishing the feeling. She lifted one foot off the ice and straightened her leg behind her, copying a move from the Miss Saigon routine. She smiled to herself, She was shaky but she had tried it and no one had seen her. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl doing something she shouldn’t. It was unlike her, she didn’t do anything she shouldn’t, but this felt fun.

She was so busy racing back round the rink to try the move again she didn’t see Jimmy taking to the ice behind her. She pushed off, gained momentum and gingerly lifted her leg up behind her again.

‘Nice work,’ Jimmy announced, appearing at the side of her.

Samantha panicked, shocked at the sound of a voice so close to her. Her leg came down, she slipped in her desperation to stop herself and she landed with a bump on the hard, cold floor, jarring her back. Dainty and coordinated, hmm.

‘God, I’m sorry. I thought you heard me come on the ice. I didn’t meant to scare you. Are you OK?’ Jimmy asked, bending down beside her.

‘I’m fine. I was just being stupid. I’m sorry I was on the ice. I didn’t think anyone else was here,’ Samantha responded, getting quickly to her feet.

‘Just me and some guy on the bar. He let me back in. What are you still doing here?’ Jimmy wanted to know.

‘Cleaning up. Health and safety regulations. It all has to be properly disposed of,’ Samantha informed him.

‘I can imagine. So, are you going to keep me company? Stay a while?’ Jimmy asked her.

‘No. No, I should get going. Cleo will be wondering where I am,’ Samantha spoke, skating across the rink towards the exit.

‘I don’t think she will. She seemed rather attached to Jeremy. Said they were going for an Indian and then on to a club.’ Jimmy followed her to the edge of the rink.

‘You met Cleo! Oh, I’m glad. She’ll be so pleased. She thinks you’re fantastic,’ Samantha gushed, happy for her sister.

‘I didn’t have a lot of choice. She burst into my dressing room with two other women with really blonde hair. They screamed a lot and wanted photos,’ Jimmy told her with a smile.

‘That was Chantelle and Harmoney. They work with her.’ Samantha prepared to get off the rink.

‘Come on, don’t go. Skate with me a bit, tell me what you thought of the show.’

He had put his hand out and touched her bare arm.

 

Knockout! (Passion Patrol #1)

Knockout! (Passion Patrol #1)

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Series: Passion Patrol, Book 1
Knockout! A romance novel with a twist of suspense that will take you on a roller coaster ride of passion, deception and love. More info →
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Excerpt From Knockout!

For a moment the box sat in the palm of his open hand. She watched his long dark lashes as his eyes studied it. Then he opened the box and at once the sparkle of the largest and most beautiful diamond reflected the light of the chandeliers in perfect rays as if he had opened a door from which the sound of a symphony filled the room. He slipped it on her finger.

“You are mine and I am yours,” he said simply, as his eyes embraced hers in a ballet that swept her up and possessed her in its grip.

She blinked at the platinum band set with a 5 carat princess cut solitaire diamond.

“It fits,” she mumbled stupidly, ashamed that she could not rise above banal confusion.

“I stole – borrowed – a ring from your flat to get the size. I was very bad.”

“It is so, so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. ”

“Not beautiful enough,” he said.

“I can’t find the words,” she began.

“The magic word was ‘Yes’ – and you found it,” he smiled.

She looked away. How could she go on? How could she deceive him? She was his woman. She was a detective, a fraud and a liar. He was her man and she loved him more than her own life. A battle raged in her mind and heart. She retreated onto safe ground.

“You decided to marry me at my flat after one taxi ride and one night?”

“Oh no – I am a boxer Anna, I cannot wait that long to react. It was raining and I was standing in the street, I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I knew that if I did not act, then it would be too late.”

She shook her head in wonder and disbelief. Could real life be like that? She looked at him – and knew that it was like that. Just like that!

“I must tell someone,” she said, bursting with joy, despair and the loneliness of her false life.

“Maybe your mother. You never seem to be in touch – but I guess you talk to them all the time about the business.”

It would have been the natural thing to do, but she had hardly spoken to her since she had rejected the family firm and had moved to London as a cop. Her mother had planned a life for her and it did not involve crime and violence. As she thought she realized that her time with Beaumont had reduced her own circle of friends down to zero. Judy was her closest confidante and it was by no means certain that she would approve.

“I’ll let it wait – I’ll just wrap myself up in you,” she said, focusing on the beautiful ring.

That night they made love tenderly, without urgency or complication, reaching out to each other like the roots of two seeds blown by chance and woven together as one. At around midnight they lay together in the moonlight. The window was a little open and admitted sounds from the street. In the distance voices and traffic spoke the muffled language of other lives. Somewhere close by in another apartment a sad saxophone played reflective moody late night jazz. If there had ever been a moment when she would have stopped time it would have been then – in the mellow moments of their after-love and their before-life. The great River Seine rippled and pushed on to the sea as the sun tip-toed the back stairs of the world climbing towards dawn across Paris. Maybe the morning light would never uncover two lovers hiding within the protection of each other’s arms…

 

Recipe of the Day

Emma Calin dropped me a line when I asked her about recipes. Here’s what she had to say!

As for coffee–well, I love all things coffee.  Last week I had my best ever cup of coffee! It was the most expensive cup I’ve ever bought –  It cost €9 (about $10, £6.50!). It was a simple cappuccino–strong, strong smooth coffee with a thick foam layer, served with a Bussolà Buranello.Check out the picture for a clue as to why it was so expensive…..

Emma also included a video. I am so jealous of this view!!

 

Here’s a yummy recipe to make your own Cappuccino right at home!

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Photo courtesy Emma Calin

You’ll need:

  • 1 double shot of espresso to your favorite cup
  • 4 oz. foamed milk

Add your foamed milk on top of the espresso as soon as foaming is completed.

Add sugar to sweeten.

 

Music of the Day

We’ve got some great music for you today! Let’s hear from the authors about their top picks!

Emma says:

It has to be Charles Aznavour singing ‘She’.  My hero is a hunky half-French half-American boxing champ whose father was a French poet.  He meets the heroine in the swirl of a London evening.  This song expresses his overwhelming emotion at seeing her. The London based movie “Notting Hill” features this song and I must confess it was playing in my head as I imagined Freddie tumbling over and over into a hopeless love for Anna at first sight. It’s a knockout song in any language.

 

 

Mandy says:

I think it will have to be Run by Leona Lewis. I can imagine Samantha and Jimmy ice skating to that one in the final scenes. It’s quite funny as that song is also mentioned in my upcoming release, Truly Madly Greekly. It’s quite atmospheric!

 

Leona Lewis Run from M.Pokora A. on Vimeo.