 He heard someone say Daphne had thrown herself into the gunfire to save Mayor Lassiter, and it was a miracle she was alive. Declan knew it was no miracle. Anita stepped up to him and Lucas and took Lucas’s arm. “This hospital can’t treat werewolves and vampires,” she said. Before either Declan or Lucas could say anything, Jasper and Simon arrived. They gave one another suspicious looks and ran, along with Blair, to where Declan and Lucas stood. “Uh, a building full of bleeding humans probably isn’t the best place for me to be,” Simon said. “Yeah,” Lucas said. When his Uncle Jasper joined them, Lucas clamped his lips shut. Jasper spoke to Williard Moran and Anita. “How much help will you be?” “I haven’t opened anyone up since the first few years after medical school,” Williard said. Declan guessed he was over a hundred years old. “I think I can do a lot here,” Anita said. Jasper barked at one of the uniformed cops Declan knew was a werewolf. “Gower, get over here.” “Yes, sir?” she asked, ignoring the rest of them. “Get the injured werewolves and vampires to our compound clinic. Dr. Moran will coordinate the triage there.” He pulled out his phone. “We have doctors that I’m sure can deal with the injured vampires very well.” Gower stiffened and pulled in a breath. “Us and vampires?” Jasper turned on her. “Are you deaf? Yes. Some are seriously hurt, and they aren’t going to get proper treatment in this hospital.” He started talking into his phone. “Jacob, open the gates. We’ve got injured people coming. We need to let them into the clinic.” Jasper’s eyes glowed gold for a split second. “Get your head out of your ass. It’s city council and our Council, who cares if some of the injured are vampires? Now open the goddamn gates or I’ll drive through them myself!” Simon spoke up. “I’ll go help. I’ve a bit of field experience with the wounded and will take direction from your medical staff.” “Me too,” Blair said. “I don’t have any medical skills, but there must be other things I could do that would be helpful.” “Count me in,” Declan added. “If Jasper is willing to open your clinic, I’m more than willing to help.” He looked at Jasper and smiled. It was a little dicey, separating the humans to go into the hospital and getting the werewolves and vampires transported to the Coate family compound. Fortunately, there was a lot going on, many people coming into the hospital for many reasons, and enough confusion that they managed to accomplish their mission. Lucas took over the triage alone. Before Declan drove off in a werewolf ambulance, he watched in awe as Lucas directed the injured to their proper destinations. For the first time in Declan’s memory, all three factions had come together to survive a crisis.     Like steam in your romance? This anthology has something for everyone! I have continued Taren and Ian's (Pain and Pleasure series) story in Force Majeure! The entire anthology can be pre-ordered for just 99c! Ignite your passion…
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Donn - USA Today Bestselling Author Charmaine Louise Shelton Lacey Kendrick Lara Annette Raina Ash Euryia Larsen Elizabeth Noble Ali Rivers Thea Dawson Ariel London  All Val could do was nod and sit at the kitchen table, wondering how he was supposed to concentrate when the only thing his brain wanted to focus on was being caught by this man. Wyatt retrieved his briefcase, which he’d left sitting near the kitchen door. He sat back down and opened the case, pulled a thick folder out, and set it on the table between them. “I was wrong when I said the Nottings were in the wrong place at the wrong time and that they were innocent victims,” Wyatt said. Val nodded. “Carol Notting and Marcus Paulle were half siblings.” “And remember Janelle saying Charlie was into gambling?” “Yes,” Val said. “He wasn’t very good at it.” “That was just an act. The reality was he was very good at it. Or more to the point, very good at cheating when he gambled.” Wyatt began spreading papers out on the table as he spoke. “In a way I’m glad what happened last night happened. It’ll just reinforce what I want to do. Tomorrow I’m going to talk to the manager of the apartment I—” “If you’re hinting at moving in here, yes. Bring your things and move here,” Val said. Wyatt laughed. “I have to say I’m happy for the invite. When Charlie grabbed Janelle, I don’t think she was his target. I think you were.” “Me? What would Charlie want with me, and how is he connected?” Val asked. “How am I connected?” Wyatt rearranged the bundles of paper in a line. Val could see each stack had photos stapled to it. The first one was a few pieces of paper with a picture of a horse farm attached. “It starts here; this farm owned by a woman with the last name of Sayers. She’s Marcus Paulle and Carol Notting’s mother. The farm has her name.” “Breeds Thoroughbreds, but doesn’t race them,” Val said. “Yes. That filly whose body was dumped in the field traces her pedigree to that farm. How does someone who breeds Thoroughbreds but doesn’t race them build their business, and why would their horses be wanted for breeding?” “Progeny of those horses have good racing or showing records,” Val said and shrugged. “That one was easy—you already knew the answer. It’s not so unusual to breed the horses but not compete them in all the sports they’re used for.” “Carol Notting was a steady, though not top, competitor on the show jumping circuit for a while. It seems it was more of a hobby for her,” Wyatt said. Val snorted. “Expensive hobby.” Wyatt nodded and pointed out, “Not nearly as expensive as racing, but that’s beside the point. So, how do you bump your horses to the top of the ‘must have’ pile?” Val opened his mouth, but never got the chance to speak. Wyatt held up one finger and smirked. “I’ll tell you how. Get other horses to lose. Winning is hard, losing is easy.” “Yeah, all of them but one loses. How does that matter? And why do that?” Val asked. “You don’t gamble, do you?” Val shook his head. “No. Well, I play the lottery when it gets up to ten quadrillion dollars sometimes. We have a pool at work.” “That’s not gambling, that’s giving your money away. You know the basics though, right? Horse wins; the odds of winning again go up. If that horse starts to lose a few, win a few, the odds go down… more money, the horse is more of a long shot. There are a lot of variables of course, trifectas and placing and showing as opposed to the win, but the basic idea is the same.” “You’d need a jockey for that.” “Yes, you would.” Wyatt pointed to other pictures. One photograph was Marcus Paulle, the other Charlie Mills. “Charlie worked for the Sayers farm—he knew plenty about horses. They’ve pulled this scheme on and off all over this country and Canada for a decade. It’s not that uncommon. Doing it on such a scale and for so long is. Janelle wasn’t Charlie’s girlfriend, she was his mark.” “Then why treat her the way he did?” Val asked. “Because his first tactic didn’t work out. You said he was slick and smooth and different at first. He found out he couldn’t con her into what he wanted, so he changed his approach. He also couldn’t hurt her or she wouldn’t be able to ride in races. What he could do was establish a pattern of violence,” Wyatt said. “Why?”       My snippet this week is from Electric Candle (book #2), book 2 of The Sleepless City (series cowritten with Anne Barwell).  “As delightful as it’s been to be drenched in vampire testosterone lately, the luster has worn off. Now, listen to me. I bet a good portion of the money in Blair’s account is from work he did for us. Right now, I could use some help with research. So why don’t we just pay Blair to do what he’s been doing? Research for us.” Lucas pulled his wallet from his pocket and held out money. “Don’t even think about saying no,” he snarled. “Take my Jeep, buy some clothes, and then get your ass to work. I’ll email you what I have so far. You can come to my office at the station or use the computers we have here. If you need--want—to be alone, you can come up to my suite.” After Blair took the money, Lucas turned to Forge. “You two can have a knock-down, drag-out later. However, at this moment in time, we have a sick fuck of a murderer to catch, and we need help.” He shook himself like a dog caught in the rain, and all traces of wolf were gone. There are more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group! Electric Candle is available in eBook, paperback and
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Other Worlds Ink has a new near-future sci-fi anthology out: Earth 2100. Earth on the Cusp of the Twenty-Second Century How the world has changed in the last seventy-six years. In 1948, scientists ran the first computer program, and "the Ultimate Car of the Future," the futuristic, three wheeled Davis Divan, debuted. Since then, a succession of inventions—the personal computer, the internet, the World Wide Web, smart phones and social media—have transformed every aspect of our lives. The next seventy-six years will change things too, in ways we can barely even begin to imagine. Culture, climate change, politics and technology will continue to reshape the world. Earth in 2100 will be as unrecognizable to us as today would be to someone from 1948. Eighteen writers tackled this challenge, creating an amazing array of sci-fi possibilities. From emotional AI's to photosynthetic children, from virtual worlds to a post-urban society, our writers serve up compelling slices of life from an Earth that's just around the corner. So dive in and take a wild ride into these amazing visions of our collective future. Universal Buy Link | Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Google Play | Kobo | Smashwords | Publisher | Goodreads
Tin Lizzy Gail Brown Chaos filled several of the workshop tables. Material overflowed a table with a sewing machine. Some heavy duty, water proof beige fabrics had drifted to the floor. A thick vegetable and meat soup simmered on the stove in the tiny central kitchen area. Next to the stove was a table set for two. Without any chairs. Celina rode her power chair over to the counter top stove to stir the soup. The counter was a few inches higher than was comfortable. Today she needed to cook more than her usual single serving. Maybe her height measurements had been off. The counter could be an inch shorter, and not be in her lap. It was challenging to figure out how to build it low enough to see into a pan, and stir the food, while tall and sturdy enough to not knock it over when Lizzy slid under it. There was only about a foot of space to work with, if she didn't want the pan higher than her face, and not able to stir without her elbow at maximum height. Which risked boiling food splashing on her face. Figuring out how to make furniture the correct height, so she could slip her non-functioning legs under it had consumed her waking hours, and even sleeping hours, for the last year. The stainless steel pan reflected her face. Down to the pointed lines above her eyebrows. Even the eyebrow she had singed an hour before. She turned the power chair back to her wood and metal design workstation. Another stainless steel surface. Covered with scars from the many experiments needed to build lowered objects, with a glimpse of personal beauty in their functionality. What would Henril and Trinkle think of her newest achievement? Her former hiking partners no longer walked the trails as much without her. Certainly not on the narrow bluff overlooking the river. Henril had avoided out of concern for Trinkle's safety. Or so he said. Hopefully, they would soon all be hiking together. The Authors
 ⚡⚡⚡⚡eBook sale! Only $2.99 or read in KU!⚡⚡⚡⚡ Sale price good on English edition only. How far is too far to go to save someone you love? Brandon Lynch is magical. He’s a scintilla, wielder of electricity and is in love with a werewolf—or maybe he’s just in love with the idea of loving a werewolf? Raul Fierro is a bounty hunter and a werewolf. He knows he loves Brandon. He’s made a promise to always protect Brandon and will carry out that promise at all costs. When Brandon and Raul go head to head with human traffickers, Brandon’s morals are stretched to their limits. Will Raul keeping his promise tear them apart?    Brandon was adopted from a young age. He had to be, neither of his parents were magical and those traits were always inherited, though he bore a curiously strong resemblance to his father. Ethan was the oldest of his siblings, and about the same age as Raul. They had two sisters and a brother, Brandon being the youngest of the five. Ethan was the spitting image of their mother. His light brown hair, now sprinkled with gray, was straight and pulled back into a short ponytail. He had a roman nose, fake tan and pale brown eyes. The suit Ethan wore hung off his too thin frame. Unlike Brandon, Ethan had no athletic ability and used his smarts to bully anyone and everyone. When he was a child Brandon worshipped Ethan. Now, he had a healthy—and secret—distain for the man, but he’d never thought Ethan would become involved with something like this. Ethan leaned down and put both hands on Brandon’s shoulders. “You try anything like that again on me or anyone and Zoe will make you hurt so fucking bad you’ll beg to die. Got it?” He was close enough to Brandon’s head it was too easy to smell on his breath what he’d eaten recently. Brandon’s stomach turned dangerously. Brandon swallowed and nodded. “You’ve been behind this all along.” It wasn’t a question and Ethan didn’t answer. Not that Brandon expected him to. “What the hell have I ever done to you to make you hate me this much? You’ve never treated me like you did Cheryl, she’s gay too, so that can’t be the reason. I’m your brother, why—” “You are not my brother!” Ethan spat. “You’re a fucking mistake. You’ve been an embarrassment to my mother ever since you came into her life and there was a time you even broke her heart.” Brandon opened his mouth to defend himself but shut it when he caught Zoe’s reflection in the computer monitor. He resembled his father, his adoptive father. There were physical features about Zoe one could say Brandon shared. A horrible, sick thought was taking shape in his mind. He needed the truth, even if it got him killed. “We make a lot of money with Seafind, isn’t that enough for you? You’re a partner, I’m only an employee.” Never mind there would be no Seafind without Brandon. Ethan knew that, but Brandon poked harder and added, “You and Dad couldn’t have ever built Seafind without me.” “Seafind was my brainchild,” Ethan growled. Brandon turned around so he could face Ethan and Zoe. “A brainchild you wouldn’t have been able to build without me.”    BOOK BLAST 
Book Title: Bridge at the Beach (A Clyde Smith Mystery #4) Author and Cover Artist: Garrick Jones Publisher: Moshpit Publications Release Date: April 12, 2024 Genre: Crime Thriller Themes: Sowing one’s oats; Finding Mr. Right; Acceptance in community; Historical fiction; Crime Fiction; Detective Fiction Heat Rating: 2 flames Length: 134 000 words/ 392 pages It is part of the Clyde Smith Mystery Series, but does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links Amazon US | Amazon AU | Amazon UK | Smashwords 
Blurb Clyde’s idyllic afternoon in the surf with his mates is interrupted by the news that there’s been a quadruple suicide in an apartment overlooking the beach. Two of the deceased are the parents of Barry Wilkinson, one of Clyde’s childhood friends, a man he hasn’t seen since Clyde donned the khaki and left for war. Wilkinson engages Clyde to discover the identity of a mysterious woman who has been left a huge sum of money in his father’s will. On the surface, what appears to be a straightforward case evolves into a complex story of deception, lies, violence and murder. Relationships are tested, new ones formed and Clyde discovers that those connections that seem unrelated are closely linked behind a veil of secrecy. The early summer of 1957 is a time in which Clyde nearly loses everything he holds dear—his own life included—all because of two couples who died while playing bridge at the beach. Excerpt My awareness of Harry’s arrival was having my swimming trunks pulled down to my ankles then a grinning redhead surfacing between Mark and me. “Take your foot off my cozzies, Jones,” I said, trying not to laugh and vainly struggling to pull them back on. “Did he pants you?” Mark asked. “Yes, and if it wasn’t for you, Mark,” Harry said, “I’d be twirling them over my head and racing him to the beach.” A large wave slapped us in the face; we’d been so busy laughing none of us had spotted it. “I’ve ordered a float for Mark,” Harry said to me. “Do you think you could pick it up while I chat with my favourite dick?” “Don’t take him out too far,” I replied, smiling at Harry’s purposeful innuendo. Mark’s eye-roll was slight, but noticeable. “I’m not totally clueless, Clyde. I know he can’t swim. I just want to show him how to use the float and see if we can’t catch a few waves.” “All right. See you in a bit.” I put my shoulder into the next decent breaker and body-surfed to the beach. I recognised the lad in charge of the float rentals. We locals called them floats or floaters, but to visitors they were known by their brand name: Surfoplanes. The long black rubber blow-up surfboard-type things were very popular with people from the western suburbs who weren’t used to swimming in the ocean. They were very cheap: only sixpence an hour to hire. “How’s it going, Barney?” I asked. “I thought you were working for my mate Craig at his pool these days?” “Nice to see you, Mr. Smith,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the front of my swimmers. “When are you going to wear those sexy yellow speedos I keep hearing about?” “You know I’m taken, Barney, and you get to see me naked nearly every morning at the pool …” “Yes, but somehow the way men fill out their cozzies and imagining what’s hidden in them is far more alluring than the bare truth … not that you’ve got anything to worry about on either count, Mr. Smith.” I shook my head at his wink and was about to ask him sarcastically how he knew what the word “alluring” meant when I heard someone call out my name. “Here, take your float, Mr. Smith,” Barney said. “I just need to nick off for a second.” It was when I turned that I understood Barney’s sudden disappearance. “Hello, Clyde,” the policeman said. “Gidday, Dave. What brings you down to the beach … and in uniform?” “Looking for D.S. Dioli. He told me this morning at work that he was having a half day off and spending the afternoon at the beach with you and your mate Luka Praz.” “He’s in the water. Want me to get him for you?” “Bloody hot day like this, I’m tempted to take my clobber off and go fetch him myself.” “Problems at work?” “Yeah, bad one, Clyde. Four dead. Looks like a suicide pact.” I whistled softly. “Where?” He turned and pointed to the north end of the beach. “Baden Street, number five, top floor.” “What, the Wilkinsons’ place?” “You know them?” “Sure thing, Dave. I hauled Sidney Wilkinson into the nick countless times just after I first started. Petty stuff, mostly: handling stolen goods, moneylending, associating with known criminals. He was the lowest of the low back then, but out of the blue opened a jewellery shop up at Peter’s Corner and seemed to have gone straight. Suicide? You said there were four dead?” “I don’t know much about it yet. But the D.I. told me to bring D.S. Dioli in; he wants him on the case.” I snorted. Typical of Brendan, telling Mark to fuck off and take a break because he was annoyed with him, next minute calling him into work by sending a constable on the first half day Mark had taken in ages. Although Brendan was a very close friend, when it came to business there were very strict lines never to be crossed that sometimes challenged our friendship. “Are we still on for tonight, Clyde?” “Of course we are. Last revision on forensic procedures, after which you’ll piss in your detective’s exam on Thursday morning.” “What will I bring?” “Just yourself. I’m cooking Moroccan food. Harry will be home at half six—he’s in charge of dessert—and we’ll eat around half past seven if that suits you.” “Thanks. I owe you one.” “You owe me more than one, Dave. But seeing I used to babysit you when you were a toddler, I feel you’re part of the family. Now, I better go get Mark.” “Clyde …” “Yes, mate?” “There’s another personal thing I want to talk to you about sometime. Can I take you out for a bite to eat or for a beer sometime?” “Why not tonight over dinner? Harry’s trustworthy.” “I’d rather it be just between you and me.” “Trouble with Katie?” “Well … sort of, but as I said, it’s personal.” “Any night but Wednesday, Dave.” “Thanks, Clyde.” As I ran down the beach with the float under my arm, I glanced up over the north end. Had I not been looking for them, I may not have noticed how many cars were parked outside number 5 Baden Street. About the Author 
From the outback to the opera. After a thirty-year career as a professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQ University. Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing, gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic. 
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Happy Cinco de Mayo, Snippeteers! My snippet this week is from Scintilla.  Righting himself, Brandon tread water and watched as Raul knifed through the water beneath him. Werewolves, at least Brandon’s werewolf, were amazing in the water no matter what form they took. The muscles of Raul’s thick legs, back and shoulders alternately bulged and flexed, rippling smoothly as he kicked to the far end of the pool. The water offered Raul no resistance, instead he took on the fluid, powerful properties of the water. Raul breached the surface, took a breath, flipped around and swam underwater back the way he’d come. Brandon’s heartrate ratcheted higher, his breathing quickened, and his cock swelled watching Raul transform from completely human form to mostly werewolf. He dove to the bottom of the pool then shot toward the surface, coming up behind Brandon. Even in the water Brandon felt the scratch and tingle along the backs of his legs, across his buttocks and up his spine from Raul’s body hair.  Read more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Scintilla is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
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Book Title: Jagged Ends Author: Thom Collins Publisher: Pride Publishing Cover Artist: Kelly Martin Release Date: April 30, 2024 Genre. Contemporary M/M Romance Tropes: Suspense, thriller, small town Themes: Second chance, revenge Length: 61 912 words/ 248 pages Heat Rating: 4 flames It’s a standalone romance that forms part of a wider series and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links Publisher | Universal Amazon Link | Kobo 
Jerico is about to meet two figures from his past. One filled with love, the other consumed by vengeance. Blurb The coastal town of Nyemouth is the perfect location for celebrity chef Jerico Osman to fulfil a lifetime ambition. With it’s stunning harbour and brisk holiday trade, there’s no better place for him to open his first restaurant. It’s a dream that has been a decade in the making. But there’s another attraction in Nyemouth, one Jerico was completely unaware of. Andy Quinn is content with his life. He has a great job managing Quay House, the popular waterfront hotel, and a peaceful home with a cat called Patches. Andy spent his twenties working in the cruise industry, exploring the world and has finally settled in his home town of Nyemouth. Those years at sea were a time of adventure and discovery, including a ship bound romance with a young Jerico. After fifteen years, Andy doubts the famous chef will even remember him, but from the moment they reconnect, the time they spent apart falls away. Andy isn’t the only figure from Jerico’s past. A week before the restaurant is due to open, an act of reckless sabotage puts everything he cares about in danger, including Andy. Jerico has made an enemy, someone who will stop at nothing to see his long-realised dream become a nightmare. As a plan for vengeance is played out, who will survive until the end? Fall in love with compelling new characters and rediscover some old favourites in the fifth and final instalment of the Jagged Shores series. Excerpt The evenings in Nyemouth were beautiful in the summer, when the blue sky was transformed to the most startling shades of purple, pink and red. It was Andy’s favourite time of the year, and tonight, it was even better, as he walked the South Point cliff with Jerico. “It reminds me of all those sunsets we saw when we were at sea,” Jerico remarked. Andy nodded his agreement. “I come up here a lot when I have the time, if I get finished at the hotel early enough. It helps me to relax. At this time of year, there’s nothing I like more.” “It seems like you’ve always been drawn to the sea.” “Mmm, probably. I grew up at the coast, worked on ships. I can’t imagine ever being far away from it.” He was aware of Jerico watching him and tried to keep his gaze on the path ahead, though the temptation to turn and feast his own eyes was huge. Instead, he filled his lungs with the salty air coming from the water. Up here, the sticky heat of the hotel and the town centre was forgotten. “What did you do?” Jerico asked. “After we lost touch. You have me at a disadvantage. You can find out about me online, everything I’ve ever done is there. But you, apart from your professional CV, there’s nothing.” Now Andy could not resist looking at him, raising a bemused eyebrow. “So, you’ve been cyber-stalking me?” “Doesn’t everyone?” His brown skin looked glorious in the evening light. Andy’s mouth was dry. Jerico looked more handsome than he’d ever known him. How had they come to be here, after all this time? Andy knew he wasn’t dreaming. This was very real. He wet his lips. “It’s a similar story to your own. I kept working at sea until I was around thirty.” “Doing the same as before? Excursions and tours?” “For a while, yes. But when I moved to another cruise company, an opportunity arose to join the hotel management side of the ship, and I found I enjoyed that even more. I became Deputy Hotel Manager after just two years. I loved being on the ships. I’m so glad I did all that. For a young guy in his twenties to travel the world and see all those places, how many people are lucky enough to do that?” Jerico nodded. “It was great, though I don’t miss the force-eleven gales and ten-metre waves.” Andy laughed. “Yeah, I think I’ve pushed those to the back of my mind and just remember the calm waters and sunsets.” “I remember some really bad nights, trying to sing and dance while the stage was going up and down beneath my feet.” He gave a dramatic shudder and chuckled. “But look at it now,” Andy said, gesturing to the peaceful North Sea. Tonight, there wasn’t even a white cap to ruffle its surface. “When I see it like this, I do miss being out there.” “Would you ever go back? To working on the ships?” “Nah. Been there, done that. I’m happy here. I’ve got my dream job and my family close by. I’ve seen almost all the world has to offer, so now I’m content to stay home. How about you?” “I’ve done a couple of themed culinary cruises in the last few years—guest speaking and cookery demonstrations, that kind of thing. It’s a lot different on the other side. The guest staterooms are a lot nicer than those tiny crew cabins we had to stay in.” “I’ll bet. That’s something I’ve never done, experiencing a cruise ship from a passenger perspective. I imagine it’s a different world from what we were used to.” “Yeah, but when you’re young, you don’t care, do you? You just need a place to sleep and shag. They could have put me in a cupboard, and I’d have been happy.” He gave Andy a flirtatious wink. “I remember what you were like, all right.” They paused and stood side by side and looking out to sea together. For a moment, Andy lost himself in those memories…of standing on the deck of a ship or the shores of exotic countries with Jerico. Were those the best days of his life? No, he decided. The best days were still ahead of him. Be positive and keep moving forward. It had gone eight o’clock. “I’m getting hungry,” he said. “Do you fancy something to eat?” “Starving,” Jerico said. “What do you suggest?” Check out the other books in the Jagged Shores series 
About the Author 
Jagged Ends is Thom Collins’ tenth novel. As well as the Jagged Shores series, he is the author of the Anthem Trilogy andCloser by Morning. He has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and cat. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a dislike of flying that gets worse with age. Since 2013 he prefers to see the world by sea. Check out his website for news updates and a free ebook The Night. Social Media Links Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win one of 5 ebook copies of Jagged Ends 
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