#NewRelease: Inhuman Interest by @Eric_Turowski

Newspaper founder, bookstore owner, artist, musician, and man-about-town Eric Turowski writes lots of mixed-genre books when he’s not too busy playing laser tag with Tiger the Cat and his fiancée Mimi deep in the Central Valley of California.

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Blurb:

Thirteen words in a want-ad turn Tess Cooper’s world upside down after she signs on as a paranormal research assistant to the mysterious Davin Egypt. He reveals a world of grave robbing, clockworks artifacts in blue amber, antique revolvers that fire strange ammo, and powerful forces beyond human comprehension.

As ancient occult energies threaten to destroy her city, Tess must use her journalistic instincts to stay one step ahead of the public works director, Drew Dawson, whose agenda seems bent on destruction rather than maintenance. And possibly murder, but will anyone believe her?

Yeah, right. When garbage trucks fly.

If Tess teams up with the hunky police lieutenant, Kirk Gunther, and the pale, oddball Mr. Egypt, they might be able to save the city in time. That is, if Egypt even wants to. And if Tess overcomes her phobias long enough to do battle in Granddad’s 1983 Subaru Brat.

Things are about to get icky.

Excerpt:

Egypt sat behind the desk, leaving me to stand. He switched on the light. “Nearly all of my work is done at night. I trust that won’t be a problem.”

I generally had no plans at night. But that wasn’t my primary concern. “What exactly is the job?”

 

His brows squeezed together in mild confusion. “I thought I made that clear. I am an occult researcher, you will be my research assistant.”

“So, what, we look things up in books, cite them for papers?”

Egypt leaned back in his chair. “Hardly. Do you know what the word occult means, Miss Cooper?”

I couldn’t recall actually introducing myself to him. But I must have, right? “It means ‘hidden,’ or ‘covered.’ From the Latin. Same root word as occlude. Synonyms would be, oh, arcane or esoteric.”

“And do you believe we could research the hidden, the arcane, by browsing published media?”

Well, put it that way. “I suppose not.”

“Not, indeed.”

“So, what, you go out hunting for ghosts and that?”

His mouth made a little moue. Not, indeed. “We will seek out events caused by apparently hidden means, examine them, study them, and place them into context with other apparent occult phenomenon.”

I suddenly recalled Lieutenant Gunther’s reaction.

“You’re looking into the grave robberies for the police.” I carefully worded it so it wasn’t a question, the way Egypt did.

 

The moue spread out into almost a smile. “It seems that even if we are not on the same page, we’re in the same chapter. At midnight, we need to examine the graves at the City Cemetery.”

Frankly, I had developed an aversion to City Cemetery. All I needed was to fall in another loose grave, which seemed far more likely in the dark. “At midnight? Why not right now? It’s forty-six degrees and sunny. We’re supposed to get six inches of snow tonight.”

Egypt leaned forward, clasping his hands on the antique desk. “That forecast is incorrect. And as for midnight, it is a most important hour in occult research, as you will learn.”

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Interview with T.M. Williams for Clusters @imtmwilliams

T.M. Williams began her writing career by accident when a song inspired a story. Once she discovered the writing bug she couldn't stop. Since starting her writing career late in 2012 she has gone on to write several more novels, including two Amazon best-sellers.

She writes Experimental Fiction and Non-Fiction. She is also a freelance journalist, copywriter, and public speaker.

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1. At any given time do you work on only one story at a time and maybe plot out the next one or are there many ideas racing around your head?

I’m always working on about 3 books at a time. Right now I’m editing one before I send it off to my editors  and writing two other books simultaneously. It’s just how my brain works. If I had to focus on one project I’d probably freeze up.

2. Is there a genre you haven't written in but would like to? Or wish you could write in?

No. If I wanted to write in a genre that isn’t my typical forte I would at least give it a try. I write for the pure enjoyment of it and because of what’s in my heart. I don’t let myself become limited by industry standards or what ‘sells’. If no one ever read my books, I would still write them. I’m just lucky in that I do have loyal and awesome readers who like my books.

3. Do you add an element of romantic suspense in your stories?

I think there’s always romance and suspense in a book – maybe not in the traditional sense that we think. We’re either being romanced by the character, the setting, etc. But, my Bohemian Grove trilogy definitely has a romantic story line to it that’s a Pandora’s Box of sorts. I can’t really say much more than that because it’ll give away the plot of the story. But it’s a crucial piece to the storyline that slowly reveals itself through the series.

In CLUSTERS: Case of the Missing, the romantic suspense is between a man and the forest and the Sheriff and an unsolved case. It’s a dance between a known and an unknown element. I can’t think of anything more romantic than that – and like some romances, you never know if it’ll have a happy or tragic ending.

4. Say you have unlimited funds: What kind of writing office/cottage would you create for yourself?

I have a home office but it’s irrelevant to my work. I put my headphones on, listen to the right music, and I’m already taken to the place I need to be for my story. The beauty of my job is my setting is always changing. Sometimes, I’m in the middle of the forest of Crater Lake or I’m inside the Great Pyramid of Giza or I’m looking at the peaks of Mt. McKinley in Alaska. The imagination is limitless and takes us wherever we need to go.

5. If you could turn your novel into a TV show, which novel or series would you do? Where would it be set? Network TV (ABC, NBC, CBS), Cable (AMC, BBC, Lifetime) or Premium Cable (HBO, Showtime, Starz)?

I would definitely say the Bohemian Grove trilogy or CLUSTERS: Case of the Missing. The trilogy for the visual aspects of it. It takes place in such stunning environments that I’d just love to see it. Clusters because it’s so different from anything else and is an ongoing mystery. I would say the trilogy would have to be on SyFy and Clusters would need to be on HBO or even something simple like the Travel Channel.

6. Finally, tell us about your latest release!

CLUSTERS: Case of the Missing is a paranormal mystery inspired by real events that have been occurring in our national forests for over a century. I was first exposed to these events by David Paulides who wrote several books on missing people vanishing under very unusual circumstances. I incorporated some of the real cases into my book and I have to say, I’ve never read anything like it myself.

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Excerpt:
Just as Michael reached for the pot of coffee, replaying that scene in his head for the thousandth time, a noise from the back room stopped him. Claire was closest to the hallway where the sound came from and she spun around quickly, drawing her gun.

Deena shot up to her feet, her eyes bright with concern. “Who’s back there?” she whispered to the officers.

The Captain shook his head. No one was back there. Michael had checked the bedrooms just an hour before, like he had done every morning, hoping to find some missing clue as to Olivia’s sudden disappearance. Claire backed up to the north side of the hallway while Sean and Craig flanked the other side, their guns drawn as well.

The noise came again, clearer this time. “Is that a dog?” Claire whispered, her eyebrows drawn together in a deep V.

Whimpers filled the home, followed by – scratching? Claire narrowed her eyes as they made their way quickly down the hallway toward Olivia’s bedroom, with Michael leading. As they entered her room it was clear where the noise came  from.

“I think that’s our dog,” Deena said, wide-eyed.

The rangers all exchanged looks. The family dog had disappeared the same morning as Olivia.

Michael approached Olivia’s closet door and motioned for Craig and Sean to flank his right. He opened the door in one quick motion just as the frightened looking dog bounced out of the closet, causing Michael to stumble back at the sight inside.

Deena’s tortured scream pierced the air as she fell to the floor, crawling over to the dead body of her little girl, curled up on the closet floor.

 

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#NewRelease Yesterday People by Teri Herman-Ponce @TerriPonce

Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt. 

Terri is a member of member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and you can read about her at http://terriponce.com/.

If you love social media, you can also find Terri on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Terri.Ponce.Author and on Twitter at https://twitter.com/TerriPonce.

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Blurb:

David Bellotti’s only focus is to find his abducted twelve-year old daughter. When he sees her on a news segment with her captor, a renowned archaeologist who’s made a major discovery, David sets out to bring her back home. But the search leads him to a secret message that could alter man’s history forever.

A message David and his daughter inscribed twelve-thousand years ago.

A message that will prove dangerous in the wrong hands.

Protecting this powerful information seems simple until David realizes some people will use his daughter against him to get it, at whatever the cost. Now David must make a choice. Protect mankind from a secret past that must remain hidden, or save his little girl.

 

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I wasn’t backing down. “What are the police going to do? Hmm? Tell me what they’ll do for me. They’ll put her name into a system filled with thousands of other names, and Ada will become a number. She’ll get attention because someone maybe recognizes her from a posted picture and calls it in. I have resources the so-called professionals don’t. And the time.” 

“For now,” Lottie said. “What happens when MD calls you for another op? One that takes you away for months—again. What do you do then? With the authorities involved, they can keep the trail warm. They can keep the search moving when you won’t be able to.”

 

I turned and faced the television again, the Herradura nestled in both hands.

“You can be so single-minded, it’s…it’s…” Lottie made a disgusted sound. “I have no words for you right now.”

 

That was fine by me.

The infomercial showed a happy fifty-something couple dancing on the beach somewhere in the Caribbean. It reminded me of the last time Lottie and I visited the Caribbean, only we didn’t dance on the beach. We did other things. Behind the dunes.

 

The ache in my heart twisted harder.

“I don’t want to argue about this,” I mumbled, because Ada’s life was more important than sniping.

“It would work better if you opened your mind to other options,” Lottie reminded me.

 

Yeah. I got it. Still hated it. Still wouldn’t do it.

Lottie came back and pressed her warm body into mine. Trying to entice me. Bribe me. I drew in a long breath, scenting her, thinking the bribe was working. A little.

 

She started caressing my hair. “This woman who was shooting at you. Have you ever seen her before?”

 

I let out a long breath that smelled of warm vanilla from the tequila. “Yeah. I knew her. From a one night stand three years ago.”

 

A pause. Then, “Oh.”

I didn’t offer more, but Lottie pressed for it.

“And then what happened?”

 

There was no getting around this so I told her, sticking only to the facts. “I was hurting over breaking up with you and I met Kyra at a fundraiser and…” I shrugged. “Like I said, one night. I found her dead the next morning, after I got out of the shower.”

 

The couple on the infomercial was now dancing in a bedroom beside a rumpled bed.

 

“I don’t understand,” Lottie said. “Why is a woman you slept with three years ago shooting at you now? A woman who is supposed to be dead?”

I raised my glass in mock salute. “Isn’t that the question of the day. But, there was a full investigation and the cops questioned me until they decided I wasn’t a suspect in her murder. After that, it was case closed, at least where I was concerned.

 

Lottie pursed her lips together, thinking. My first thought? I hadn’t kissed those lips hello yet, so I leaned in and gave her one.

She smiled, and kissed me back. “Is it possible that Kyra had a twin?”

 

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