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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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.





The Virus Book Event

The Virus: A Thriller

by Stanley Johnson

The Virus

Genre: Thriller & Adventure/Adult
On Sale Date May 26, 2015
Publisher: HarperCollins
Imprint: WitnessImpulse


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How do you stop an invisible killer?

When a young woman in New York City dies mysteriously after a trip to Brussels, top epidemiologist Lowell Kaplan identifies the cause of death as the Marburg Virus—a fatal strain that has surfaced only once before in history.

Determined to trace the source of the disease, Kaplan follows a trail of intrigue from the labs of Germany to the jungles of Central Africa.

With danger nipping at his heels, and the secrets of the virus’s origin kept deliberately under wraps, Kaplan must go to unimaginable lengths to stop a deadly scheme.


About the Author

 Stanley Johnson is a British politician and author, and a noted expert on environmental and population issues.

Fatal Games Book Event

Fatal Games

Fatal Games

Series: Kate Daniels Mystery

by Mari Hannah

Genre: Mystery/Detective/Women Sleuths
Publication Date: April 7, 2015
Publisher: HarperCollins
Imprint: Witness Impulse
ISBN: 9780062387134
Pages: 416
List Price: $11.99 USD


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In Mari Hannah’s brilliant, dark mystery—set on the beautiful and wild Northumberland coast—skeletal remains have been discovered beneath the menacing shadows of Bamburgh Castle’s fortified walls, and DCI Kate Daniels must solve her most intriguing case yet

Far from their Newcastle base, DCI Kate Daniels and her team find themselves on the rugged Northumberland coast, working their latest baffling investigation. As a blistering weather front closes in, Kate calls on a forensic anthropologist to help identify the remains of a corpse that has been found by the ancient castle on the barren beach. But the more she delves into the case, the more questions surface.

Meanwhile, newly widowed prison psychologist Emily McCann is lured into the twisted world of convicted sex offender Walter Fearon.As his sinister mind games become increasingly disturbing, is it possible that Kate’s case has something to do with his murderous past? With Fearon’s release fast approaching, Emily fears what he might have in store for her.

As the body count rises, Kate must scramble to outwit a clever, diabolical killer whose fatal games have only just begun.

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Sense of Place

by Mari Hannah

Landscape, any landscape, has long influenced art: music, painting, poetry and prose. As an avid reader of crime fiction, what I most love about books is that they transport me to places I’ve never been. For example, Richmond, Virginia, a city I know only through Patricia Cornwell’s novels – all of them! Now, through my writing, I’m thrilled to share my own part of the world with new readers in America.

When I was asked to contribute a piece for the Literati website, I jumped at the chance. I thought I’d begin by pinpointing where I live and explain what makes me want to write about it. My home is in the village of Corbridge, Northumberland, population less than 3000, formerly Corstopitum – a garrison town – the most northerly in the Roman Empire. It’s nestled in the Tyne Valley in northern England, once the home of another author you most certainly will have heard of, the late Dame Catherine Cookson.

Corbridge is equidistant, around fifty kilometres, from the Scottish Border, the Land of Prince Bishops (County Durham) and the English Lake District. It is, as we say in this part of the world, ‘a spit’ off Hadrian’s Wall, a location that plays a big part in my second novel Settled Blood when a young woman is found dead at the base of the Roman wall in the shadow of Sewingshields Crags.

I have to admit that when I wrote The Murder Wall, the first book in the Kate Daniels series, I didn’t really think about setting at all. It was only after publication that I came to realise what a major player it was, almost a character in itself – and deservedly so. I know this because crime fiction fans wrote to me in their droves commented on the novel’s strong sense of place.

Now it’s time to ’fess up. I’m not a northerner at all; I was born in Westminster, London and moved here as a teenager. That said, I’ve always credited the region and its writers with inspiring my success. I believe you cannot separate people from places. Once I’d created Kate Daniels as a miner’s daughter from Northumberland, the rest was easy. She took on a life of her own. I couldn’t write about her without making tangible references to her surroundings. Imagine sailing into New York without mentioning the Statue of Liberty. It’s a no-brainer.

So, who is my fictional murder detective and where does she hang out? Well, Kate is a Detective Chief Inspector in Northumbria Police, one of the largest forces in the UK. It serves a population of one and a half million and covers two thousand square miles. The area is my stamping ground too, so I travel widely for research, visiting locations day and night, in fine weather or foul, to really get the feel of the places I’m writing about.

Kate lives in Jesmond – a leafy suburb of Newcastle upon Tyne – the centre of my universe before I moved to the Tyne Valley. I still visit often and I’m proud to have been included in a long list of writers from the 1800s to the present day who have a connection to the area. Not a bad accolade for an incomer! See if you can spot my flag on the photograph below.


When Kate is not investigating crime she likes nothing better than to climb on her Yamaha motorcycle and ride out in the countryside. Her destination of choice is Hartside Pass, the place she goes for solitude after a harrowing case. From there she can see right across the Solway Firth to Scotland as well as Helvellyn, Great Gable and Skiddaw in The Lakes.

There really is nowhere else like Northumberland. The landscape is so diverse; the city isn’t far away and we have the most dramatic countryside right on our doorstep, sweeping coastline and castles – it really is magical, providing a constant flow of ideas and creativity.

I’m not conscious of it but I think my passion for the area shines through in my writing. It prompted The Times’ Marcel Berlins to list Kate as a Northerner to join the roster of top literary detectives. It has been said that I depict the dark side of my region but I’m always sensitive to places and people. Where necessary, I play with the geography a little, changing names of key buildings where I have to! A church for example where two bodies are found in The Murder Wall as alluded to by another journalist in the next paragraph . . .

The Arts and Entertainment Editor of my local newspaper was certainly tickled by the fact that he knew many of the places in my debut. Just after the novel came out, he wrote: “One of the truly great things about Mari’s thriller is that – with the exception of the church, fictionalized as the Catholic St Camillus because she thought choosing St Andrew’s, real-life and C of E, would be a step too far – she is not afraid to use real North East place names. You can follow the route taken by her heroine, DCI Kate Daniels, as she drives around Tyneside and the Tyne Valley. The pizzeria at the end of my street even gets a name check, as does the deli not far away.”

The dramatic and far-reaching landscape around me means that I’m able to ring the changes as far as locations go. It keeps the books fresh, taking my readers to new destinations every time. In Deadly Deceit, we move to a gritty inner city area, Newcastle’s West End, on the eve of a World Cup football (English soccer) match, with the eyes of the world on South Africa.

I think it’s fairly obvious by now that I set my books in the north of England because it’s where I live and where my heart is. When I’m away from the region, it pulls me back. I feel a deep sense of loss, even though I wasn’t born here. I fell in love with the area and I hope US readers will too.

The Murder Wall, Settled Blood and Deadly Deceit will be published by Witness Impulse, digital imprint of Harper Collins/William Morrow.

Readers can find me at: marihannah.com

I am also on Twitter: @mariwriter


About the Author



Mari Hannah was born in London and moved north as a child. Her career as a probation officer was cut short when she was injured while on duty, and thereafter she spent several years as a film/television screenwriter. She now lives in Northumberland with her partner, an ex-murder detective. She was the winner of the 2010 Northern Writers’ Award and is a nominee for the 2013 Polari First Book Prize.

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Blessed Are Those Who Weep Book Event

Blessed Are Those Who Weep
Blessed Are Those Who Weep

by Kristi Belcamino

Series: A Gabriella Giovanni Mystery

Genre: Fiction/Mystery & Detective/ Woman Sleuth
Release Date: April 7, 2015
Publisher: HarperCollins
Imprint: Witness Impulse
ISBN: 9780062389404
Pages: 320
List Price: 1.99 USD


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San Francisco Bay Area reporter Gabriella Giovanni stumbles onto a horrific crime scene with only one survivor–a baby girl found crawling between the dead bodies of her family members. Reeling from the slaughter, Gabriella clings to the infant. When Social Services pries the little girl from her arms, the enormity of the tragedy hits home. Diving deep into a case that brings her buried past to the forefront, Gabriella is determined to hunt down the killer who left this helpless baby an orphan.

But one by one the clues all lead to a dead end, and Gabriella’s obsession with finding justice pulls her into a dark, tortuous spiral that is set to destroy everything she loves …


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“Tense, disturbing and smart….Belcamino is a writer to watch.” — Alex Marwood, author of The Wicked Girls

“Truly first- rate.” — Bruce DeSilva


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Kristi Belcamino

Kristi Belcamino is a writer, photographer, and artist. In her former life as a newspaper crime reporter in California, she flew over Big Sur in an F/A-18 jet with the Blue Angels, raced a Dodge Viper at Laguna Seca, watched autopsies, and interviewed serial killers. She is now a journalist based in Minneapolis, and the Gabriella Giovanni mysteries are her first books. Find Kristi on Facebook or on Twitter.

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A Ghostly Undertaking Book Event

A Ghostly Undertaking

by Tonya Kappes

Ghostly Southern Mysteries #1

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Genre: Mystery & Detective/Cozy
Release Date: February 24, 2015
Publisher: Witness Impulse an imprint HarperCollins
ISBN: 9780062374646
Pages: 304
List Price: $7.99 USD


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From USA Today bestselling author Tonya Kappes, comes a brand new hilarious and fun paranormal mystery series about Emma Lee Raines, a funeral home director who can suddenly see dead people!

Bopped on the head from a falling plastic Santa, local undertaker Emma Lee Raines is told she’s suffering from “funeral trauma.” It’s trauma all right, because the not so dearly departed keep talking to her. Take Ruthie Sue Payne–innkeeper, gossip queen, and arch-nemesis of Emma Lee’s granny-she’s adamant that she didn’t just fall down those stairs. She was pushed.

Ruthie has no idea who wanted her pushing up daisies. All she knows is that she can’t cross over until the matter is laid to eternal rest. In the land of the living, Emma Lee’s high-school crush, Sheriff Jack Henry Ross, isn’t ready to rule out foul play. Granny Raines, the widow of Ruthie’s ex-husband and co-owner of the Sleepy Hollow Inn, is the prime suspect. Now Emma Lee is stuck playing detective or risk being haunted forever.

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Tonya Kappes

Tonya Kappes has written more than fifteen novels and four novellas, all of which have graced numerous bestseller lists including 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 very spoiled schnauzers, and one ex-stray cat in northern Kentucky. More than anything, Tonya loves to connect with readers, and has a ‘street team’ of fans and followers on social media. Be sure to checkout her Facebook, Twitter, blog and newsletter!

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Blood Music Book Promotion

Blood Music: A Thriller

by Jessie Prichard Hunter

Blood Music

Genre: Thriller

Publish Date: February 24, 2015

Publisher: Witness Impulse an imprint of HarperCollins Publishing

ISBN: 0062389289


Pages: 320 pages

List Price: 2.99 USD

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Chilling…A riveting thriller.” NEW YORK MAGAZINE

Blood Music CoverNew York City is caught in the cold grip of a brutal serial killer who savagely rapes and murders his young, blonde victims. While ravaging them, his mind whirls with symphonic images and raging desires–rarely giving thought to his loving wife and child.

Young, blonde Zelly Wyche has a new baby and a happy life with her dependable electrician husband. She, too, is petrified by the madness and the unthinkable tragedy of the murders. While the serial killers’ sole survivor and a victim’s brother mount a desperate vigilante hunt for the “Symphony Slasher,” a chill runs up Zelly’s spine. She is beginning to wonder if the killer could be closer than she thinks. But no. Impossible. She has to be dead wrong….


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Jessie Prichard Hunter is the author of the psychological thriller Blood Music, forthcoming from Witness Impulse. She currently resides in New York’s Hudson Valley with her husband and two children.

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The Monarch Paperback Release

Title: The Monarch: A Thriller

Author: Jack Soren


Genre: Thriller 18+

Publication Date: December 2, 2014

Publisher: WitnessImpulse, an imprint of HarperCollins

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9780062365187When Jonathan Hall walked away from his career as an international art thief to be a father, he thought he’d made a clean break—from crime, from life as The Monarch, from an early grave. But when The Monarch’s signature symbol resurfaces carved into the mutilated bodies of New York’s elite, Jonathan realizes his retirement might’ve been short-lived. Someone is framing The Monarch for horrific slayings. But Jonathan and his former partner Lew know this isn’t just murder—it’s a message. Now caught in a deadly game against a fanatic madman whose reach penetrates the darkest corners of the globe, Jonathan and Lew have no choice but to play along. But when Jonathan’s daughter becomes a pawn, all bets are off. To win this game, Jonathan and Lew will have to accept one final task as The Monarch—a job that could change the course of history forever.

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JACK SOREN was born and raised in Toronto, Canada. Before becoming a thriller novelist, Soren wrote software manuals, waited tables, drove a cab and spent six months as a really terrible private investigator. He lives in the Toronto area.

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Fatal Act Book Tour

FATAL ACT: A Detective Geraldine Steel Mystery

by Leigh Russell

Fatal Act

Release Date: December 23, 2014

Genre: Mystery/Detective

Publisher: Witness Impulse an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers

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9780062325693 Fatal ActAfter a glamorous young TV soap star dies in a car crash, all eyes are on the Detective Geraldine Steel to discover what caused the tragic accident. Another driver was involved in the collision yet seems to have miraculously walked away unscathed and has now vanished. The deceased had no obvious enemies and nothing to hide, so the investigation seems to be stalling. But when another young actress is found dead it becomes painfully clear that there is a murderer on the loose targeting beautiful, famous women. The only problem is that whoever is committing these crimes isn’t leaving any clues. With public pressure mounting, Geraldine Steel unwittingly risks her sergeant’s life in their search to track down a serial killer…

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Leigh Russell

LEIGH RUSSELL is described as “a brilliant talent” by Jeffery Deaver. CUT SHORT (2009) was shortlisted for the CWA New Blood Dagger Award for Best First Novel. Road Closed (2010) was listed as a Top Read on Eurocrime. With Dead End (2011) Leigh’s detective Geraldine Steel was Number 1 on amazon kindle’s bestseller chart for female sleuths. Leigh Russell is the award-winning author of the Geraldine Steel and Ian Peterson mysteries. She is an English teacher who lives in the UK with her family.

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Michael Rhineheart, P.I. Book Blast

The Last Private Eye


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Title: The Last Private Eye Michael Rhineheart, P.I

Author : John Birkett

Genre: Thriller

Series: Micheal Rhineheart P.I.

Publication Date: December 30, 2014


23171432Nasty horseplay at the Derby lands Rhineheart in a race against time to stop a murderous scheme …

Michael Rhineheart is a Louisville private eye with a taste for bourbon and a nose for trouble. He’s as tough and savvy as they come. His sleuthing secretary, Sally McGraw, is desperate to learn the ropes. Their pal Farnsworth is a crusty old pro who hasn’t lost his touch.

Together this hardboiled trio sets out to solve a mysterious disappearance at the racetrack. Soon they are galloping onto a trail of lust, greed, and murder … and enough dirty deeds to turn Kentucky’s bluegrass red with shame.

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Title: The Queen’s Mare Michael Rhineheart, P.I

Author : John Birkett

Genre: Thriller

Series: Micheal Rhineheart P.I.

Publication Date: December 30, 2014


queenAll bets are off when it comes to kidnap, mayhem, and murder …

When the “Grand Dame of Kentucky Racing” enlists private eye Michael Rhineheart to deliver the ransom for a kidnapped broodmare and her foal, Rhineheart thinks it will be a speedy transaction.

But what should have been a simple mission turns into a deadly double-cross, and soon Rhineheart is on the hunt for the horses … and a ruthless killer.

Fans of Dick Francis will love Birkett’s hardboiled gumshoe and his Kentucky bluegrass flavor.

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JOHN BIRKETT is the author of The Queen’s Mare and The Last Private Eye, both to be released by Witness. He is a winner of the Shamus Award, given by the Private Eye Writers of America.

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London Calling Book Tour

London Calling

An Inspector Carlyle Mystery

by James Craig

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Genre: Police Procedural/Adult

Publish Date: Sept 9, 2014

Publisher:  HarperCollins 



 photo Eonly9780062365262Cover_zps46c1fa48.jpgEdgar Carlton is rich, handsome, and in line to be the next Prime Minister. But his rise to the top takes a steep turn downwards when somebody begins murdering alumni of the 1984 Merrion Club, an exclusive Cambridge University society to which he belongs. Bullheaded Inspector Carlyle is tasked with handling this delicate case and, to discover the killer, he must question all the members of the 1984 Merrion Club. But finding the truth proves difficult when this group of powerful men is so determined to let events of the past remain in the dark…


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JAMES CRAIG has worked in London as a journalist and as a consultant for almost thirty years. He lives in Covent Garden with his wife and daughter.

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