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Shattered Pieces Can Still Shine by Gloria Eveleigh - Book Blitz


Georgie's story


Historical fiction, Biographical Fiction


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This story loosely based on a real-life story, is about Georgie, a child born to a single mother just after WW2 in a small village in Cumberland. After an initially happy first few years of childhood during which Georgie dreams of becoming a dancer, she finds herself the victim of sexual and psychological abuse by her stepfather, and then neglect and rejection by both her mother and her absent father. Eventually Georgie runs away to London where, after a short period of rough-sleeping, life seems to become more positive for a while, and she is able to kick start her dancing career. But things go badly wrong, and Georgie finds herself imprisoned into a life she did not choose, with little chance of escaping. She had rarely prayed to God, but it seemed He was watching over her ...



Early February 1952



Life had become almost normal for Georgie once Mummy was back home. The five-year-old felt at peace, but somehow couldn’t quite find the old bouncing Georgie that she once was. Neither could she bring herself to call the monster Daddy anymore. Georgie knew that Mummy had put it down to her having grown up a lot while she was away. Pattie and Robert had appeared to be less worried about her too, which Georgie thought was because they knew her mummy was now there to monitor the situation.

A month passed by until one Sunday morning early in February Mummy announced that she was popping down to see Pattie for a couple of hours for a catchup.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on the girls for me, please, Gerald? It would be lovely to have a bit of girlie time with Pattie on our own. Daisy’s just gone down for a nap, so she shouldn’t be a problem.”

Georgie had overheard what Mummy had said as she sat on the settee in the living room quietly reading her book about the girl who became a dancer and dreaming of her longed-for future. When Mummy popped her head around the door to say goodbye, she asked Mummy if she could go with her.

“Not this time, Baby, you’d be bored anyway. It will just be me and Pattie chattering away as usual. You and Daddy could play your chasing game like you used to. I haven’t seen you two laughing together once since I came out of hospital. Daisy’s fast asleep in her cot so you don’t have to amuse her. Have some fun.”

Then Mummy disappeared, leaving Georgie sitting on the edge of the settee, holding tightly on to her book. Should she stay where she was and keep quiet, hoping not to attract the monster’s attention? Tingling fear crept its way up her tense body, switching her mind on to red alert. Maybe she could creep outside to the front garden and play five-stones in the lane. Somehow, she would feel safer outside. She would still hear Daisy if she woke up, so at least she’d know her little sister was safe. Yes, that’s what she would do. She crept into the hallway and slipped her coat off the stair post. She would put it on once she was outside. She walked quietly over to the front door, holding her breath, but as she lifted her hand to turn the knob, she jumped at the sound of the monster’s voice.

“Where d’you think you’re going?”

It took all Georgie’s control to stop her voice quaking as she turned to him.

“Just going out to play five-stones in the lane.”

He approached her, took her coat, and put it back over the stair post.

“Upstairs now.”

Georgie immediately obeyed. She remembered his threat and knew that she had to protect her little sister. He followed closely behind. At the top of the stairs, he guided her into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“Kneel down in front of the toilet.”

She obeyed.

“Open the lid.”

She obeyed. He loosened his trousers, and she immediately knew what she had to do. He approached her.

Afterwards, he left the bathroom, leaving Georgie vomiting down the toilet. When she’d finished, she flushed away the proof of her action, rinsed her mouth out with water from the washbasin, and quietly exited into her bedroom to check that Daisy was safe. Pale-faced and trembling, she knelt on her bed to look out of the window and down the lane where she knew her mummy was. She didn’t notice the monster return quietly to her room, so his loud whisper made her jump.

“Get back downstairs to your book, now.”

Georgie was paralysed to the spot for a long moment. Was he going to touch Daisy? Then she felt the harsh grip of his hand on her arm, pulling her off the bed and guiding her out of her bedroom and down each step, including the creaky one, until she found herself shoved back onto the settee. He picked up her precious dancer book and for a painful moment she held her breath, fearing that he was going to destroy it. Instead, he pushed it into her hands before turning away and returning to the kitchen. Georgie was numb. She sat there for several minutes, clinging on to the book, knowing that she didn’t have the option of crying, because her mummy would notice her red face and swollen eyes. Suddenly she heard the front door open and saw Mummy enter.

“Don’t tell me you’re still reading that same old book of yours, Baby?

Georgie used every bit of her willpower to force a smile onto her face as Mummy took off her coat and placed it on the stair post over Georgie’s coat. As she did so, there was a small cry from Daisy, and Mummy tripped upstairs to retrieve her baby. As she came back downstairs holding Daisy, Georgie jumped up from the settee to meet them, immediately responding to her little sister’s open arms and taking her from Mummy.

“Ger, Ger,” the child gurgled as Mummy smiled and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Daisy with her big sister.

Georgie was happy to be distracted from what had happened by amusing Daisy for the rest of the day and avoiding the monster in the process. It wasn’t until she got into bed that night, and endured Mummy and the monster coming up together to tuck her in, that she gave way to the silent tears that she had been swallowing since the incident. As sleep eventually overtook her, she decided that she would disclose her secret to Mummy and beg her not to tell. She knew she couldn’t continue the way things were.

As it happened, Mummy broached the subject herself. Georgie came out of school on the Monday afternoon to find Mummy, with Daisy in her pram, waiting for her as usual. As they were walking home, Georgie holding on to the side of the pram handle and making Daisy laugh by repeatedly leaning towards her little sister and pretending that she was about to tickle her, Mummy spoke.

“Georgie, Babe, what’s wrong? Won’t you tell me why you always look so serious these days? What’s happened to your bounce? I really miss it.”

Georgie knew that this was her opportunity, so she took a deep breath and keeping her eyes on the ground, she opened up to Mummy, who she knew loved her more than life itself.

“He’s been doing things to me, Mummy, and I don’t like it. He said he would really hurt me and Daisy if I told anyone.”

It was such a relief to get the words out that Georgie allowed the tears to trickle down her cheeks and plop to the ground.

“What do you mean, Baby? Who has been doing things to you and what has he been doing?”

“Gerald. When you were in hospital, he did things to me in my bed, and made me do things that made me sick.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you calling your daddy Gerald? What things did he do to you?”

“He touched me between my legs, he put his thing in my mouth, and one time he put his thing inside me, and it hurt me so bad, Mummy, that it made me bleed.”

“Georgie, daddies don’t do things like that to their little girls. These are terrible things to say about your daddy. Where on earth have you heard such things in the first place? Have you been listening to the bad kids in the school playground?”

Georgie gulped. She was shocked into silence. Her own mummy didn’t believe her.

“Georgie, I never want to hear you say such outrageous things again. Do you hear me?”

Georgie’s eyes didn’t leave the ground. She knew it was pointless arguing. She just nodded. The rest of the way home was spent in silence. Even little Daisy went quiet as if she sensed that something was wrong.


About the Author

Gloria Eveleigh has three adult children and five grandchildren. She lives on England’s south coast but was born in South London just after WW2. She grew up on a council estate, experiencing familial sexual, physical and psychological abuse within a dysfunctional family. Despite this, she did well at school and spent the first part of her career as a research scientist. She then studied to become a social worker, specialising in the area of safeguarding, and eventually running her own safeguarding consultancy. She is now a champion for survivors of abuse and uses her writing and regular posts on social media to ensure that the issue of abuse in all its forms is kept high in the public narrative. Through this, Gloria hopes to break down the wall of silence that often prevents victims from reporting, and in effect protects the perpetrators.

As a child when abuse was hidden, not believed, and not acknowledged, Gloria’s experiences resulted in an emotional life sentence. She managed to turn this around, and is now a champion for abuse survivors, using her writing and social media posts to keep the issue of all forms of abuse high in the public narrative.

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Dead Wrong by Annie Anderson - Book Blitz + Giveaway

Dead Wrong
Annie Anderson
(Grave Talker, #6)
Publication date: May 24th 2022
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Never make a deal with a demon.

There are two things Darby Adler wants more than anything: to take a vacation, and to find who is responsible for the rash of witch abductions in Knoxville.

With an ancient vampire in town and a slew of fugitives on the loose, her suspect pool is vast. But Darby has a sneaking suspicion she knows the culprit all too well.

And if she can’t catch him on her own, she might just have to resort to more creative measures to get the job done.

Here’s hoping she doesn’t lose her soul in the process.

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Hooking a finger in the bridge of my sunglasses, I pinned him with a cold glare. “Tell me, is it fibbies in general, my gender, or me in particular you don’t like, Preston? Because this is the second time in a matter of days that you have skirted around another agent to tell me to get off a crime scene, and I gotta say, it’s pissing me off.”

A sneer curled his lip as he planted his feet, leaning forward just a touch too close for my comfort. “Maybe I don’t like your kind, Warden,” he growled, cutting through any and all levels of pretense. “Maybe I don’t like trying to clean up arcane fuck shit on my only day off. Maybe I—”

I caught sight of his KPD brethren stopping to stare, and cut him off.

“Shut. Up,” I growled, fighting off the urge to cover his mouth with my hand. The absolute last thing I needed was a cranky beat cop exposing the arcane world to all a fucking sundry. “If you know who I am and even an inkling of what’s good for you, you will keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to open it.”

Snatching my cell from my back pocket, I dialed Tobin’s number.

“Yeah, boss?” he answered, the timid waver to his voice gone now that he was alone in the house and couldn’t see my face. Tobin didn’t like direct contact of any kind, but on the phone? In front of a computer? He was an absolute powerhouse.

“I need everything you have on an Officer N. Preston.” I squinted at the shield pinned to his chest. “Badge number 745632. And I need it yesterday, if you please.”

Tobin paused briefly, a faint snicker rattling down the line. Tobin loved it when other people were in trouble. His keyboard clacking like machine gun fire was music to my ears. “On it. Give me five.”

Without so much as a nod to polite phone etiquette, the line disconnected, and I stuffed the cell back in my pocket. I’d have to talk to him about that.

Staring at the prick whose face had turned an unhealthy shade of puce in the short time I was on the phone, I tilted my head to the side and narrowed my eyes.

“Now that’s done, what were you saying about my kind, again? Not that you know what my kind even is or what I’m capable of.” The subtle buzz around the guy had a solid human flavor to it, but I’d been wrong before.

I’d been wrong about a lot of things.

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Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she'll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life... interesting.

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First Bite by Avery Daniels - Book Tour

A positive thinking young woman becomes the most unlikely vampire who also takes over her boss’ investigations while he attempts to salvage his marriage…

By Avery Daniels

In 24 hours, Misty Summers had the worst date of her life, was bit by a vampire, and her PI boss may close his business as he goes through a divorce. Looking on the positive side, she decides to use her new vampire assets and become the private investigator to keep her income. She doesn’t know what her future holds, but it can’t be any worse! When she starts following up on a missing woman’s case, she finds herself in the middle of murder.

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Release Date: May 1, 2022

Publisher:  Blazing Sword

Ebook: ASIN; 290 pages; $2.99

Chapter One 

“I never want to see you again!”  I slammed the passenger side door. Roger sped off in his red truck, his dragging muffler sounded like a tray of silverware ground in a garbage disposal.  That ended the date from hell.  He took me to a cheap restaurant, we saw the budget dollar movie, and I had to pay for my own popcorn.  I can understand being on a budget, truly, I get it. But then to get all handsy in a parking lot, right under a parking light!  He had the nerve to get upset when I said no.  I had to slap him.  When he slapped me back, I elbowed him in his jewels.  The complete jerk.   

There was a sickle moon hanging lazily in the sky and a cool autumn breeze rustled the gold and russet leaves.  I walked faster to warm up.  I hadn’t brought a coat since I’d expected to be driven.  A gust whipped my hair across my eyes and I swept it back.  I took a deep breath and wondered at the smell of autumn, the slightly sharp tang in the crisp air.  I wrapped my arms around myself. 

         The bright side was I stood up for myself and put an end to his assault.  Unfortunately, I’m stranded after eleven in a rougher part of town on a Sunday night with nobody around.  I wish I could strangle Roger’s pencil neck.  I can walk off my anger; we don’t have an Uber or such in the small town of Majestic.  I needed to recapture my positive vibes anyway, so a walk would do me good.   

Another positive item to the evening was I didn’t spring for a new or previously owned dress for the evening.  It would have been wasted on the moron, anyway.  I wore my deep purple sleeveless turtleneck and black pants.  It was classic and more than he deserved.  My best friend, Courtney, had assured me this blind date would be different.  Oh, it was different, all right, and not in a good way.   

I’ve never actually had a good date, not one single good memory of a date.  Tears stung my eyes.  Enough negativity.  I recited my mantra.  I am ready for the perfect man for me.  I am working on myself to be the person who will attract my perfect partner. After yet another disheartening experience, it’s all I can do to not blame it all on myself.  Nope, the right man is coming to me.  Yeah, okay.  I may be trying to convince myself more than attracting Mr. Right into my life.  I’m okay with that at the moment. 

         My low-heeled strappy sandals slapped against the sidewalk, an exclamation point with every step.  There wasn’t any traffic, and I had a couple of miles to go.  Other than my footsteps, it was quiet except for a dog barking in the auto salvage yard behind me. But I felt a presence and knew I wasn’t alone.  I sped up.  I was speed walking now and my heart hammered.  This really wasn’t a good area.  Majestic was a modest-sized town, just big enough to warrant two canines on the police force.  I didn’t want to find out firsthand about the seedy side of town. 

Were those footsteps behind me?  I stopped abruptly. I heard a scuff, then nothing.  My senses screamed run, and even though my sandals weren’t the best for it, at least they were strapped on.  I grabbed hold of my purse strap to keep my purse with me.  I didn’t care how it looked; I took off running for everything I was worth.  My mind continued to yell, faster, faster! 

         One instant, it was a clear sidewalk in front of me, and the next I ran into a man who had just appeared.  My mind reeled at his abrupt materialization.  His eyes were strange; even in the dark, his eyes bore into mine.  I took my purse and aimed for his head. He moved so fast I barely saw a blur.  Next thing I knew, the guy was behind me, had pinned my arms, and was trying to give me a hickey!   

Worst day ever!  There just is no positive way to look at any of this night.  I struggled, scratched, and kicked but was losing my energy quickly.  I remember slumping to the ground. I think he was still attached to my neck.  I wanted to keep fighting, but I couldn’t even stay conscious.   


Avery Daniels was born and raised in Colorado, graduated from college with a degree in business administration and has worked in fortune 500 companies and Department of Defense her entire life. Her most eventful job was apartment management for 352 units. She still resides in Colorado with two brother black cats as her spirited companions. She volunteers for a cat shelter, enjoys scrapbooking and card making, photography, and painting in watercolor and acrylic. She inherited a love for reading from her mother and grandmother and grew up talking about books at the dinner table.

Her latest book is the paranormal cozy mystery, First Bite.

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Sophie's Choice by A.M. Westerling - Book Blitz


The Ladies of Harrington House, Book One

Historical Romance, Regency Romance

Publisher: BWL Publishing

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Lady Sophie Harrington is not one to abide by society’s strictures. If there’s one thing she knows, it’s that she will not be paraded on the London marriage market in hopes of finding a suitable husband. When a handsome bachelor moves into the neighbouring country estate, she thinks her wedding prospects are solved - all she must do is make the man fall in love with her and convince her parents he would be a good match.

Successful barrister Lord Bryce Langdon escapes London to begin a new legal practice in the rugged county of Cornwall. However, being the object of desire for two beautiful sisters disrupts his life and distracts him from his true purpose for being there – infiltrating a local smuggler’s ring.

Can Sophie win Bryce’s love? What will she do when she discovers Bryce is not the honourable man he appears to be? Sometimes temptation cannot be resisted…

Other books in The Ladies of Harrington House series:

Leah's Surrender

The Ladies of Harrington House, Book 2

Catherine's Passion

The Ladies of Harrington House, Book 3




Sophie slid off her mare, looped the reins over a convenient shrub and gave the horse a quick pat on the nose. She turned and began the familiar trip down the little path that meandered through the dunes to end up at the gravel and shell beach just on the edge of her family’s estate. When she neared the edge of the sea, she held out her arms and tilted her face to the June sun before stripping off her bonnet. She tossed it in the air where the breeze caught it and whirled it about, ribbons and all, before it landed in a frivolous clump on the beach.

She sat down and removed her riding boots and stockings and wriggled her toes with sheer delight. Then she unpinned her hair and shook her head so the chestnut curls spilled over her shoulders and down her back.

“Aaaaaah.” Pleasure spiraled through her. “I have missed this so.” Feeling a little foolish for talking to herself, she glanced around to be sure that she hadn’t been heard. It would not do to have the locals gossip that Lord Harrington’s eldest daughter was daft!

Sophie gathered up the skirts of her kerseymere riding habit and crunched across the beach to the water’s edge, dabbling first one big toe then the other in the chilly waves. The gravel pricked against the soles of her feet, delightful in its intensity and for the first time in weeks she felt alive, well and truly alive. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed her stay at boarding school, particularly the time assisting in the school library, but it had been restrictive, to say the least.

She mimicked the head mistress. “Sophie, you must pour this way, Sophie, you must set a stitch that way, Sophie, mind that your voice is never raised.” Mama would be scandalized if she saw Sophie now, poking fun at Miss Smythe and standing bare foot in the sea.

“Your mama would be scandalized.” A masculine voice interrupted her, echoing her thoughts perfectly.

She spun around, dropping her skirts into the water. Rueful, she glanced down for it was sure to leave a stain. Then she raised her gaze to the stranger before her. And raising her gaze it was for he stood at least a head taller than her own five foot five inches. Her breath caught in her throat.

He was handsome, to say the least – tall, dark and lean with a rapacious air about him as if he would pounce on his prey at any moment. Judging by his burnished cheeks, tousled black hair and the crop dangling from one wrist, he had also been out riding.

Sophie realized she must look a fool standing there dumbfounded and ankle deep in water. For once in her life she was completely nonplussed.

“You, you …”, she stammered, managing to wobble her way back on to the beach without incurring further damage to her habit.

“Yes?” Amusement tinged the stranger’s voice.

Bravado was her best option so she squared her shoulders and jutted her chin. “I meant to say you’re trespassing.”

“I think not.” He pointed to a marker just off to one side. “I believe that is the edge of my property. Indeed, you are the one who is trespassing, Miss…?”  The question dangled between them. When she didn’t answer, he swept forward in an elegant bow. “Allow me to present myself. I am Lord Bryce Langdon. And you?” Again he waited for a response and again she declined to answer.

Oh dear, she knew very well who Lord Langdon was. He’d just acquired the adjacent land. In fact, they were all to meet him this evening for the first time.  However, if word ever got out that she’d met him in this situation, her reputation would be ruined. Anger at herself for the foolishness that had brought her here unchaperoned made her tongue sharp.

“You, sir, are an ill-mannered boor.” She spat the words at him. “Only an ill-mannered boor would compromise a young lady as you have just done to me.”

“I must beg pardon then for I had not recognized you as such.” He pointed to the ten toes peeping out from beneath the hem of her skirt. “I dare say your behaviour is sadly lacking.”

“You, you scoundrel, how dare you insult me so,” she fumed.  “You, you -.” Her mind went blank, sucked bare by the devastatingly handsome man before her.

“Wretch?”  he suggested, the corners of his mouth beginning to lift.

Sophie stared at him for a few seconds, watching the devilish grin threaten to take over his entire face. Her lips twitched and she scowled in a vain attempt to maintain her decorum. It didn’t work.

Giggles burbled up and burst free and she began to laugh. He joined her, the sounds of their laughter mingling with the cries of the sea gulls circling above. Bryce Langdon must be an astute judge of character for he was entirely correct in his assessment of her. She detested the rules and strictures of the upper class and it was that rebellious quality that had landed her an extended stay in boarding school in the first place. There was no point in denying it.

“No, you’re absolutely right. I’m not behaving like a lady. That is,” she hastened to correct herself, squeezing out the words between giggles, “in the sense I do not enjoy sewing and such. Much to the dismay of my mother and sisters, I prefer to be outdoors.”

“And I am no drawing room fop so I see we shall get along famously.  You have yet to introduce yourself?”

She curtsied. “Lady Sophie Harrington. We are to meet this evening for dinner at Harrington House.” A wry expression twisted her face.  “Please don’t mention to anyone that you saw me here today.”

Bryce took her hand and raised it to his lips. “Rest assured, I shall tell no one. Tonight when we meet, it will be as if for the first time.” His dark eyes were admiring and warm with promise as he kissed her hand again before dropping it. “I look forward to seeing you again, Lady Sophie Harrington.” He said her name carefully, rolling out the syllables as if he savored the cadence. He saluted her with his crop then turned on his heel.

About the Author

A.M. Westerling, a best selling author for boutique Canadian publisher BWL Publishing, has written ten books, including Barkerville Beginnings, Book 4 of the popular Canadian Historical Brides Collection issued in honour of Canada’s 150th birthday. A former chemical engineer, Astrid traded in her calculator, mechanical pencil and spreadsheets for a keyboard, history books and membership in her local RWA chapter. From Vikings to Viscounts, her adventure filled historical romances span the ages. Sophie’s Choice , the first book in her Ladies of Harrington House Regency romance series, was a finalist in Long and Short Reviews Book of the Month. She enjoys walks through her neighborhood, spending time in her garden and camping. This avid sports fan loves watching NFL (ballet on the grid iron!) and NASCAR (hot cars, cute drivers!) and cheering on her hometown Calgary Flames and Calgary Stampeders.

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The Self-Compassion Project by Rita Desnoyers-Garcia - Book Blitz


How to become emotionally stronger, more effective, and happier by giving yourself a break


Nonfiction / Self-Help / Self Esteem

Date Published: May 16, 2019

Publisher: Becoming Awake LLC


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Finding happiness can be like finding the matching sock your dryer ate long, long ago; you're sure it's there, but you just don't know where to look.

The Self-Compassion Project is the antidote to endless hours of berating yourself for not finding inner peace. You've tried meditation, self-help groups, singing bowl therapy and all that other stuff and nothing really "clicks". Instead of searching for inner peace, why not simply uncover it?

In this down-to-earth, practical and witty self-help guide, Rita Desnoyers-Garcia offers six simple steps to get to the gooey center of your soul, where you can finally relax and enjoy life. Rita's sound advice is based on years of using her techniques for herself and teaching clients how to use them. The advice Rita gives will help you:

- Become aware of when you are not being your own best friend (who else is going to love you more than you?)

- Notice what's underneath all those "negative" emotions like anger, fear, sadness, and anxiety- and understand what those emotions are telling you (it maynot be all bad!)

- Create a new outlook on life that is more positive, peaceful, and leaves you feeling more at ease with any circumstance what will come your way (Superwoman, scooch over!)

By the end of the book you'll understand why self-compassion is the key to finding your true self. It's the trick to feeling more in-tune with your HIgher Self and more aligned with the important people in your life (all 7.53 billion of them!)

Become emotionally stronger, more effective, and happier by giving yourself a break ( and reading this book)!


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Rita Desnoyers-Garcia has been helping people reach their true potential for over 20 years. After a long career as a social worker in NYC, and while raising her family, she had a spiritual transformation. She is now a spiritual teacher, speaker, life coach, comedian, and author. She lives with her husband and three children in New Jersey.

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Fire & Ice by B.T. Polcari - Cover Reveal


A Mauzzy & Me Mystery, Book 2

Cozy Mystery, Young Adult Mystery, Mystery

Date Published: 08-15-2022

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press


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After encountering a brief power outage at work, college student Sara Donovan might be allowing her imagination to run wild. The main vault in the Carlton Museum holds the Fire and Ice Exhibit, a collection of rare gems, including the Star of Midnight, a 175-carat diamond. Although all the stones are accounted for, Sara suspects the Star of Midnight was stolen and replaced with a fake.

While conducting her own investigation, what Sara uncovers is beyond even her wildest imagination: a coded message, papers with strange characters, and a mysterious set of numbers carved into an office wall. Despite dismissive historians and other experts, she is certain these clues point to a mysterious centuries-old legend.

Unfortunately, her colorful history of usually being right, but always being wrong, means she must solve the mystery to prove her theory.


About the Author

B.T. Polcari is a graduate of Rutgers College of Rutgers University, an award-winning mystery author, and a proud father of two wonderful children. He’s a champion of rescue pups (Mauzzy is a rescue), craves watching football and basketball, and, of course, loves reading mysteries. Among his favorite authors are D.P. Lyle, Robert B. Parker, and Michael Connelly. He is also an unapologetic fantasy football addict. He lives with his wife in scenic Chattanooga, Tennessee.


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