Fallen: A Cassidy & Spenser Thriller Release Tour

Fallen: A Cassidy & Spenser Thriller

Author: Carey Baldwin

Series: Cassidy & Spenser


On Sale Date: June 9, 2015

Publisher: HarperCollins

Imprint: Witness Impulse


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A body just fell from the sky onto Hollywood Boulevard.

When a beautiful prostitute is dumped onto the Walk of Fame, FBI profiler Atticus Spenser and forensic psychiatrist Dr. Caitlin Cassidy are called in to solve one of their most baffling cases yet.

The media’s dubbed him the Fallen Angel Killer – a crazed murderer who’s leaving the bodies of high-priced call girls in Los Angeles tourist traps.

Then the killer raises the stakes, demanding that a mysterious celebrity publically admit to his sinful secrets —or he’ll dispose of his latest kidnapped escort. With every “john” the team exposes in their search for Celebrity X, another Hollywood secret is revealed and another charmed life is left in ruins.

Now time is running out, and Cassidy and Spenser will do anything to find the twisted serial killer…before another innocent woman winds up as the next grotesque tourist attraction.


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About the Author


In real life I’m a mild-mannered brunette. A very nice doctor who happens to write edgy romantic thrillers.

Oh, and before I became a doctor, I used to be a clinical psychologist. I guess that’s why writing about psychopaths comes naturally. I still haven’t decided precisely what I want to be when I grow up, so you can expect to see me serving up a genre mix.

Here’s my favorite recipe:  A dollop of romance + a dash of medicine + a cup of crazy. Fold into a story. Bake until it rises, and voila, you’ve cooked up a delicious thriller!

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Tuesday, July 30

12:00 p.m.

Hollywood, California

It was the kind of scream that could change everything. Elwood Lawrence, known to his squad mates as Woody on account of his obvious appreciation of the hookers Vice dragged in, felt the marrow curdle inside his bones. Reaching for his preferred off-duty carry, the Glock 27 holstered at his hip, his muscles drew tight. In a heartbeat, he was spring-loaded for action, knees flexed, fingers twitching near his gun, gaze searching the crowded street.

Hollywood Boulevard to be exact.

The very personification of this town.

Here on this famous thoroughfare, out-of-work actors, tourists, and drug dealers all shared the same space, basking in the gloried California sun, sucking in air that was both heavy with the smog of despair and high on the promise of dreams come true.

A moment of tense anticipation. Then the Prince, Johnny Depp, and Cat Woman look-alikes stopped working the street for tips and went into suspended animation—the scream had been that powerful. Woody’s ears pricked. Sounded like it’d come from directly above them. Tourists looked up, craning their necks, as if waiting for the show to begin. But he knew this wasn’t part of the festival-o-crap put on for out-of-towners. Knifing through the pedestrians with his shoulders, he sprang in front of his charge, actor Jamie Robb, like a human shield.

What the hell?

Had the last thing he’d expected actually happened? Could there be a legit threat to Jamie Robb?  Had the former child star’s request for personal security at the unveiling of his refurbished Walk of Fame star been motivated by more than an inflated ego? True, his star had been vandalized—hence the replacement ceremony—but that was probably kids.

One beat followed another, passing uneventfully.

Woody flexed, then relaxed his shaky right hand, keeping it close to his pistol. It didn’t figure anyone would have it out for Jamie Robb. Unlike your average everyday former child star, Jamie hadn’t dropped out, coked up, or blown all his dough on whores. He was as squeaky-clean today as when he’d played the role of eight-year-old Chester in Family Rules some twenty-odd years ago. By all accounts, he’d never filed a lawsuit against his parents, cheated on his wife, or punched a paparazzo.

Nor was Robb the type to attract stalkers and what-have-you. He was more the type you barely noticed until he was right in front of you. Up close and personal, though, Woody had to admit he could still catch a whiff of little Jimmy Robb’s secret sauce. But whatever remained of young Jimmy’s charisma was mostly hidden by the extra pounds, balding visage, and defeated eyes of old Jamie. Old being a relative term. Child stars passed their prime so quick, they might as well be aging in dog years.

Jamie Robb was yesterday’s headline. And Woody, on personal leave (a polite way of saying Captain Jeffers had given him thirty days to get sober) from the Hollywood division of the LAPD, wasn’t the freshest slice of pizza pie himself. This bodyguard gig should’ve been a low-risk high-reward way to beef up Woody’s underfed bank account, and hopefully that was just exactly how things would turn out.

Another empty moment passed.

Whatever that scream had been, it seemed like it would stay a mystery, and that was a-okay by him.

He eased his hand off his pistol.

At about the same time he came to the relieved conclusion that nothing other than the usual mischief was afoot, the crowd seemed to do the same. Marilyn Monroe switched on a fan beneath a full fifties-style skirt. SpiderMan motioned over a youngster in sloppy shorts, while his father pulled out a wallet and filled the tip jar. Milling, gawking, and hustling resumed per Hollywood Boulevard protocol.

“What was that?” Jamie Robb looked around almost hopefully. Woody would bet a box of Krispy Kremes that Jamie’s heart had beat like an excited puppy’s when he’d first heard that cry. He’d bet a year’s supply of coffee for dunking those donuts that, at least for a moment, Jamie had believed he’d heard a screaming fan, like in the old days. Of course, that was impossible since there did not appear to be a single Jamie Robb fan in sight.

Woody shrugged. “Somebody screamed.”

Robb’s chest deflated, and his mouth screwed up like he’d just taken a shot of vinegar, then quickly relaxed into a practiced smile. You’d think his publicist would’ve procured a couple of fake fans, brought in a reporter, or at the very least, tipped the SLY Stars tour-bus driver to swing by the event. Speaking of which, where was the master of ceremonies? They should’ve had this show on the road by now. Woody hated seeing any man made into a fool in front of his offspring, so he decided to bluff concern. Looking importantly at Jamie’s kid, a freckly ten-year-old slumped at his father’s side and way overdressed in a long-sleeved shirt and tie, Woody bellowed, “Not to worry, Mr. Robb. My eyes are peeled for all threats.”

“Thank you. My son and I feel a lot more secure with you around.” Jamie made a dramatic half bow, as though playing to an audience, and the kid rolled his eyes.

Woody wondered if Jamie kept the theatrics up at home. Everyone knew celebs were quirky, but this shit was already starting to annoy him; he could only imagine what it must be like to have to live with an actor twenty-four/seven. Or maybe Woody was just edgy because the sun was beating down on the back of his neck, causing sweat to bead uncomfortably beneath his collar, or because his 6:00 a.m. shot of whiskey wasn’t holding him. He was cutting back, he really was, but the eye-opener was no biggie, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to let it go. The stale taste in his mouth reminded him he’d forgotten to grab his breath spray on the way out the door.

Oh well.

He scanned the area yet again, hoping to find a pair of dress shoes among the flip-flops and tennies, a hand holding a mic, any damn sign of someone official. Woody was just about to ask Robb if he’d maybe gotten the date wrong when he spied a kid in black slacks jogging up the boulevard with a pair of chrome posts and some twisted red rope tucked under his armpit. Woody waved at the guy like he was his long-lost friend and got a nod of acknowledgment in return. Good. They were finally setting up for the program. But he still didn’t see the master of ceremonies or any invited guests—not even Tom La Grande.

La Grande, a fast friend of Jamie’s ever since their Family Rules days, had promised to attend the program, and Woody had even offered the megastar free protection, a deluxe two-for-one bodyguard package—three-for-one if you counted Jamie’s kid. But La Grande had claimed he wasn’t famous enough to need a muscleman. Yeah, like La Grande didn’t have two gold statues in his pocket and a home overlooking the surf.

The kid tugged on his father’s shirtsleeve. “Can we go now, Dad?”

Humiliating. Woody tightened his belt, keeping his hands busy. He would’ve given Jamie a sympathetic pat on the back, but that would be overstepping. Despite the quirks, he didn’t mind the guy that much. Jamie might be a washed-up has-been hanging on to the past, but he appeared to be a good dad, and a good husband, and that was a hell of a lot more than Woody could claim.  Thanks to his drinking, his grown kid wouldn’t speak to him, and last week, his sweet Rayleen had packed her bags and returned to Iowa. Only two creatures on the planet who still liked him were his ma and his three-legged pit bull, King … and sometimes his sponsor. It was his sponsor, a former Vice cop like Woody, who’d said all he needed was a break and hooked him up with Jamie Robb’s people.

Another desperate scream.

This time the hairs on every inch of Woody’s body lifted, sounding the alarm. His trigger finger pulsed, ready to pull if called for. Just his lousy luck the one time a sweet gig landed in his lap, something would go and screw it up. Crouching, he drew his Glock. He jerked his gaze upward, and his brain slowed time into a molasses drip as he watched it fall from the sky.

From a window two stories up in the Sky Walk Hotel, a body floated backward, bounced off the awning above them, then rolled onto the ground a few feet in front of him—the head cracking sickeningly against the sidewalk and blood spraying from the neck of a half-nude blond beauty like a busted garden hose.

Woody’s stomach dropped as all sound was absorbed into the uproar surrounding him. His gaze darted about so quickly, it seemed he could see everywhere at once. On every side, tourists fled, shoving, stumbling, some even falling to the ground. Beside him, Jamie Robb froze. His kid yanked on his arm, trying to drag him away, but Robb just stared ahead as though in a daze. His shoulders trembled, then the tremor turned to a full-on shake. Suddenly, Robb’s eyes snapped into focus, and his lips curled away from his teeth. The guy was losing it.

Woody didn’t have that luxury. He tightened his grip on his pistol. Hands steady, now that adrenaline had usurped the hold alcohol had on his nervous system, he shoved Jamie and the kid into a protected alcove to keep them from being trampled by the panicked mob. Then he lunged forward, fighting his way against the crowd until he reached the woman. Staring down at her beautiful, broken body, his breath whooshed out, shrinking his lungs into tight, airless bags. Pressure welled behind his eyes.

Holy mother of saints.

It was as if one of heaven’s own angels had fallen from the sky.

And landed splat on top of Jamie Robb’s shiny new star.





What to Read after FSOG Part Six, Book Blitz

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What to Read After FSOG

The Gemstone Collection Part Six

by Various Authors

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Outlaw Revenge

By London Casey

Emily didn’t want to go watch a bunch of bikers fight each other, and by the time the fight is over, her best friend is shot dead and Emily finds herself clutching the leather cut of a sexy guy named Gaige as she’s on the back of his motorcycle, escaping gunfire.

The war in Emily and Gaige’s hearts rage on, but the war outside needs to be fought… the question is, who is going to make it out alive?

This Fire

By Emily Ryan-Davis & Elise Logan

Trauma surgeon Eden Thomas has never experienced anything like the inferno raging inside after one kiss from the DC metro firefighter Seth Ripley. Despite her best friend’s warnings to take care, self-preservation is the last thing on Eden’s mind as she begins to play with fire.

Fallen Ever After

By A.C. James

The long-standing feud between the faeries that run the Chicago Crew and a lethal toxin puts Holly and other fledgling vampires in danger. Can they stop a vampire-fae war that’s been brewing for nearly a century?

Egyptian Voyage

By T.J. Michaels

An overworked undercover agent desperately in need of rest, Chrysalyn Geyer couldn’t have been more miffed with her boss. What was she supposed to do on a mandatory three month vacation? Stuck on a private residence cruise ship, she tried to prepare herself for what was sure to be pure boredom. Then he appeared—Rahn Benson. What the hell was he doing here? And while her lioness was happy to see the man, Chrys couldn’t see past knocking him senseless for breaking her heart.

First Breath

By Cate Dean

Trapped in the ancient past, Kane and Elizabeth must find a killer – before one of them becomes a victim.

Jackson Kane and Elizabeth Barrritt head for home – and land at the edge of Roman Britain, on Hadrian’s Wall. The wrong side of Hadrian’s Wall.

After Kane is accused of murder just minutes into their painful arrival, Elizabeth does everything she can to free him. When the body count rises, the investigation takes a dark turn, and she becomes desperate to prove him innocent.

She has to find the real killer – or risk losing Kane forever.

Chasing Perfection

By M.S. Parker

DeVon Ricci needs to be in control and with hard work and perseverance, he has risen in a cutthroat industry to emerge as the head of one of the top talent agencies in Los Angeles. There, women are plenty, ready to give it all away on the casting couch for a chance of a life in the spotlight. It is a good plan for DeVon Ricci until he meets his match in Krissy Jensen, a young headstrong lawyer interviewing for a position in his agency. Could she be what he has been chasing his whole life? Could she be perfection?

Working on Wicked

By Lilly Cain

Sarah Pickman had never been a particularly good witch. But she’d never been this terrible. With her luck on a downswing, and her lovelife non-existent, she decides to use the power of Halloween to grant her a night of pleasure in a fantasy lover’s arms—just the pick-me-up she needs. Too bad she never did learn to mix potions the way her granny had. It’s a hot case of mistaken identity on Halloween night.

Billion Dollar Baby

By Simone Holloway

Selene is stuck in a rut; she hasn’t had a boyfriend in years and she’s drowning in debt.

She had almost resigned herself to life alone, when an ad for a wealthy man seeking a woman to have a baby, catches her attention. She decides it’s time to change her life and agrees to the arrangement.

But who is this man? Why is he willing to pay her so much money to carry his child? Selene soon finds herself caught in a whirlwind, when her attraction to him becomes more than professional.

Foundation for Three

By Vella Day

You aren’t free to love until you realize you can’t make someone love you back.

Detective Thad Dalton was never so scared in his life when a madman grabs psychologist Zoey Donovan in the hospital corridor and threatens to kill her if his demands aren’t met. Thad ends up taking a bullet to save her but would do it again if it means having her in his life.

When Zoey meets Thad’s roommate, Pete Banks, she decides she wants a more personal connection to these two men. Too bad, Pete doesn’t think he’s worthy, and his self-loathing forces him to retreat and casts doubt on their future together.

A Measured Risk

By Natasha Blackthorne

He is her most dangerous temptation and now he is demanding her submission.

Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. She longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.

And now she’s willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her. His help in exchange for her complete submission for one month. Dare she take the risk?

Summer’s Journey

By Summer Daniels

Join Summer on her journey of sexual self-discovery; a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sultry love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman.

About the author


London Casey

London Casey is the pen name for bestselling romance author Karolyn James.

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Emily Ryan-Davis & Elise Logan

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emily Ryan-Davis has written more than a dozen steamy, romantic tales about flawed individuals who fall in love–and into bed–despite their imperfections.

Elise Logan writes completely hot stories that cross genres and boundaries. Her fiction has placed in multiple contests and her stories have found homes at Freya’s Bower, Liquid Silver, and most recently Carina.

A.C. James

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author A.C. James writes paranormal romance and erotica, including Eternal Ever After which was featured in the bestselling Spice Box anthology. A.C. resides in northeast Pennsylvania where she entertains her husband with her imaginative yarns and quirky sense of humor. She spends her time drinking large vats of coffee while taming two toddlers by day and writing by night. Recovering video game beta tester and tech geek who grew-up going to cons and watching SmackDown. There’s probably some cosplay pictures around somewhere of her dressed up as Bloodberry from Saber Marionette J. Just don’t tell anyone.

T.J. Michaels

TJ is a USA Today and NY Times bestseller, and an award-winning author of several romance genres, including paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi and urban fantasy romance. Writing like a madman, TJ hasn’t lost steam. Her mind? Yep, that’s gone, but steam there is a-plenty.

Cate Dean

Cate Dean has been writing since she could hold a pen in her hand and put more than two words together on paper.
She grew up losing herself in the wilds of fantasy worlds, and has had some of her own adventures while tromping through the UK, and a few other parts of the world.

A lover of all things supernatural, she infuses that love into her stories, giving them a unique edge.

When she’s not writing, she loves cooking, scaring herself silly in the local cemeteries, and reading pretty much anything she can get her hands on.

M.S. Parker

M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection. Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop, writing on her next spicy romance.

Lilly Cain

Lilly Cain writes erotic romance set in many worlds. It provides her with an escape that she hopes her readers can enjoy too!

Simone Holloway

Simone is a bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance.

Whether you enjoy steamy romances with alpha males and adventurous heroines, or naughty stories of bad girls and bad boys… there’s a little something for everyone.


Vella Day

Not only do I love to read, write, and dream, I’m an extrovert. I enjoy being around people and am always trying to understand what makes them tick. Not only must my books have a happily ever after, I need characters I can relate to. My men are wonderful, dynamic, smart, strong, and the best lovers in the world (of course).

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Natasha Blackthorne

Escape into the past with intensely erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return.

Summer Daniels

Summer Daniels is the webmistress of WTRAFSOG, a unbelievably active reader recommendation / author promotion community. She also has penned the first few volumes of a True Romance / Erotica series called Summer’s Journey which tracks her sexual awakening after a long, boring marriage.

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Falter, Laury: Fallen, Book One in the Guardian Trilogyt



by Laury Falter

Publication date: April 1st 2009
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Fallen – the first book in the bestselling Guardian Trilogy…
Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It isn’t until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.
As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her enemies have just now arrived.

Eran’s account of the first time he met Magdalene

“It was explosive. She fought me, hard…and well,” he paused to chuckle while shaking his head in amazement at the memory. “I’d watched her fight before, but I wasn’t ready for her strength. That part of her originates from her stubbornness. One of my favorite characteristics and it happens to be the core of her personality. It’s what drives her to help others, to put her life on the line for strangers. That’s Magdalene…my Magdalene.”

He smirked.

“She didn’t know it, but I had seen her around. I heard about this girl training others like her to survive our enemies. That was impressive. We have powerful enemies.” His gaze fell to the floor in deep reflection. “I found her training,” he laughed through his nose, “of course. And I was enthralled, completely and absolutely void of any reasonable thought after laying eyes on her. The way her brown hair swung around, catching the wind from her speed, the blaze in her eyes, and those wings. I’d never, and haven’t to this day, seen whiter appendages. She was stunning. So much fury and love was wrapped up in that little frame of hers that I was completely taken from that very second on.”

Slowly, he nodded with certainty. “At that point, I knew. I knew that I’d be her guardian. That beauty, that innocence needed protection, and I was going to see that she got it. Nothing,” he insisted, “would stop me from it. What I didn’t count on was her rejection. I-” One side of his lips lifted in a confident grin. “I’m fairly capable of influencing women. But not her. Magdalene took time, several centuries, in fact. It took countless arguments, coddling of her sensitive ego – don’t tell her I said that – and an incredible amount of patience. The fight, I tell you, is in her blood.”

He drew in a deep breath, as if to let the feeling of her settle over him, while a smile played across his lips.

“I sensed all this on that first sighting. So I kept my distance, looking for a way in to dissolve that stubbornness.” He shrugged. “That was pointless. When we finally did meet, I had a good understanding of who she was, so again I wasn’t surprised by the fight she gave me. What surprised me…,” his eyes turned warm, remembering. “What I’ll never forget, what will stay with me forever, was the passion in her eyes…because it was aimed directly at me.”

LauryLaury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
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