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Sidetracked by Dellani Oakes Part 55 by Dellani Oakes


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Deirdre and Fred both shuddered. “Thanks for the compliment—I think. Only one woman gets in my pants, but better left unsaid.” He kissed his wife’s hand. “What about Wendy?” he asked gently. “When will her body be released?”

“Soon,” Vanessa said. “Do you still want to claim it?”

“Yes,” Deirdre said.

“We’ll all pitch in, give her a lovely send-off,” Teague said. “And I’ll hook you up with the best in the business, at a discount.”

“Another relative?”

“Yeah. We take care of friends and family. Y’all are both now. You’ve been officially adopted by the McTeague and McMurtry clans.”

Eoin brightened. “From County Donegal, to the north?”

“The very one,” Teague grinned. “Don’t tell me.”

“I’ve got a McTeague or two in my family tree.”

“No kidding? But none here in the US?”

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Demon’s Destiny, book one of the Dark City Guardians by TW Knight

Demon’s Destiny, book one of the Dark City Guardians by TW Knight

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Demon’s Destiny, book one of the Dark City Guardians, coming March 2nd, 2019 from CHBB

Garrett Duex Sabres is handsome, wealthy, brilliant and a demon with a split personality feeding on the living energy of humans. However, unlike others of his kind, Garrett chooses not to feed off pain and misery, he’s discovered a more palatable and just as potent source—sexual energy. Exploiting his charms, Garrett spends many evenings moving from one “dinner-date” to the next siphoning off small amounts from willing playmates. When Kay walks into Garrett’s life, his entire world is flipped around.

Set in the world of the Dark Knights of Heaven

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From Sea to Sea by Nelda Bedford Gaydou


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From a three-week voyage of more than 7000 miles from New Orleans to Buenos Aires in 1964 through an eight-day, 3258-mile round-trip drive between Evanston, Illinois and Clovis, New Mexico in 2017, whether in their prime or in their nineties, the Bedfords have packed a lot into their life’s journey. Follow their inspiring story of faith and service, set in fascinating times and places in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres.

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The Long Road Home: Romantic Murder Mystery by Carolyn M Bowen

The Long Road Home: Romantic Murder Mystery by Carolyn M Bowen

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After a lifetime of being protected and sheltered by her parents, Kate is thrown into a state of turmoil after their sudden death. With nowhere else to turn, she finds herself living with her fiancé, a conniving businessman who is well on his way to becoming a corrupt super-lawyer. At the same time, Kate’s father’s law firm houses more secrets than a politician’s hard drive. Later, she receives a shocking surprise when a long-lost half-brother enters her life. Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth and re-emerge as a stronger, smarter version of herself?

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Stealing Dallas – Book 2 The Search and Seek Series by Amanda Mackey

Stealing Dallas – Book 2 The Search and Seek Series by Amanda Mackey

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Fresh out of a stint in prison, Jagger Reed wants his life back… Finally released from prison after serving only eighteen months of a twenty-year sentence, Jagger is excited to reunite with his disabled brother Dallas. With the help of Rosalind McAllister, the creative writing teacher at the prison, Jagger was given a full pardon and legal guardianship of his brother. The fight to get his old life back has just begun… When Jagger and Rose arrive to pick up Dallas from his temporary foster parent, Lena Radcliffe, they are horrified to discover she has moved out with no known address. Worried that his brother may be in danger, they enlist the help of the local police who discover Lena in Great Falls, Montana. Rose vows to help Jagger reunite with his brother. Jagger is out for blood, and heaven help anyone who stands in his way… Live or die, Jagger will find his brother so they can start fresh. But there’s more to Lena Radcliffe than meets the eye, and suddenly Jagger and Rose are in over their heads. They’re in the middle of something much bigger and more dangerous than a family dispute. The clock is ticking, and they’re running out of time to figure out Lena’s motive for… Stealing Dallas

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Room 203 – A Marice Houston Mystery by Dellani Oakes


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Having just moved in with her fiance, Kris, Marice isn’t too happy to be given an out of town job. She has been sent to Daytona Beach, Florida. There’s been a huge sting operation, and the local FBI is under scrutiny. The Marshals have been called in to oversee prisoner transfers.

Things get sticky when Marice and her team are ordered to transport the ringleader, China Finetti, from Daytona Beach to a federal prison in Kansas City. Someone sets a car bomb, injuring Marice and Butch—and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Everything seems to point to China Finetti pulling the strings from prison—if so, how do they prove it?

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Marice Houston is at it again! This time, she’s been sent with a team to Daytona Beach, Florida. There’s been a huge shake up in the Jacksonville FBI, and the Marshals have been given the job of cleaning up the mess. She and her friends are ordered to take China Finetti, the former head of the Jacksonville FBI, to a federal prison in Kansas City, Missouri. After depositing her there, Marice receives a strange phone call—buzzes, clicks and a steam whistle. Cruz, their sound technician is doing his best to decode it, when her partner, Butch, walks in.

The door popped open and Butch walked in, preparing to speak. Instead, his head turned to Cruz and started to bob. “Jingo,” he said—pertinent of nothing, I thought.

“Jin-what?” I asked.

Jingo, by Carlos Santana. That’s the opening bongo solo, but I don’t think I ever heard it like that.”

“You know it. Just like that?” I was slightly incredulous.

“Yeah. I’m a drummer. I know my beats. I’m also a huge Santana fan, and it’s one of my favorite songs.”

“Okay, we’ve identified it,” I said, raising a shoulder and eyebrow in Cruz’s general direction. “Now, why? Is there something significant about the song, title, artist or beat?”

“No clue,” Cruz said, fiddling some more. He set the recording clicking and buzzing, adding Jingo in an overlay. It fit perfectly. “By damn.”

“Told ya. Do I know my beats, or what?”

“My man!” Cruz tapped his knuckles.

“But—the question remains—why? If it’s supposed to convey a message, it isn’t telling me anything.”

“You have to look beyond the music,” Cruz began.

“Really? You’re going to chance walking there?” I turned to Butch. “Does he have a death wish?”

“Oh, Jeesh, Houston! I’m not being philosophical, I’m being honest. Listen. There’s the Jingo beat. There’s a factory whistle.”

“But what do they mean?”

“No clue. I can’t solve all your problems for you.”

“In about ten seconds, you’re going to die,” I cautioned him. “And you won’t be able to stop me. And neither will Butch, guaranteed. So, quit pissing me off and spill.”

“I do think it’s sending a message, but I couldn’t tell you what. But if you listen, there is a pause before we very distinctly hear the whistle. That sort of whistle is rare. Some factories still use them, you might find them in small cities, a noon whistle, but it’s not noon….”

“Do they sound them at end of shift?” Butch asked.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Cruz checked his watch and the time stamp on the recording. “Not local time for end of shift, unless it’s some place that changes shift at four o’clock instead of three. Most places go seven to three, three to eleven and eleven to seven. But some factories go from eight until four, four to twelve and twelve to eight.”

“Do any of the local factories use a steam whistle at change of shift?” I asked him.

He was already sitting down to the keyboard. His face fell when he read the screen. “Aw shit.”

“There’s one near the prison where we just put China Finetti,” I stated without even looking.

“Yeah. Shit. Fuck.”

I couldn’t sum it up more succinctly if I tried. “We don’t have any evidence that it was she who called. If it originated at the prison, don’t they have some recording that tells you?”

“Yes, but don’t you think that bitch could find a way to circumvent that?” Butch asked. “We still don’t know why Jingo.”

Cruz was already asking for a translation of Jingo ba,” the major lyric in the song. It hasn’t got many, it’s mostly a rollicking tune with lots of drums and wailing guitar. Great to dance to, kinda short on words. That was no help. Next, he looked up Jingo by itself.

“According to every dictionary site Jingo means a mindless, gung ho patriot. It’s also a substitute for Jesus – as in By Jingo, I can’t believe this shit!

“What’s she playing at?” Butch asked.

“Like you said, we have no proof it’s China. We can’t do more with it right now. Let’s all go home.”

“You just want to get back to your hot man,” Cruz said with a knowing smirk.

“Yes, I do. He’s hot in more ways than one, and keeps me happily stress free. So, unless you want me to go on a bitch rant, you’d better let me go get my daily dose of orgasms.”

Both men burst out laughing.

“Only you, Houston,” Butch said, shaking his head. “It’s good, huh?” he asked as we walked to the elevator.

“It’s better than good. Kind of like sex with you.” I nudged him, knocking him a little to the left.

“But he’s better?”

“Butch, I’m very fond of you, but we were never in love. Took me awhile, but I realized that I’ve been in love with him for nearly a decade.”

“Kinda slow on the uptake, Marice.”

“Yeah, well…. No one ever accused me of being bright.”

“I’m glad you’re happy. God knows you deserve it.”

“So do you, my friend. Seeing anyone?”

“Was about to, before we got sent on this crazy errand. Tina in the office down in Daytona. She’s pretty, friendly…. Hope to get to know her better.”

“She won’t be sorry,” I said as we stepped out of the elevator in the garage.

“Thank you. Too bad we never got anywhere else. But neither of us wanted that.”

“We’re good as friends.” I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “And you’re one of the only people I trust in all of this.”

“Ditto.” We started toward our cars, which were parked near one another.

I had just hit the button on my alarm, still several yards away. Butch’s car was a little closer to the elevator than mine. He hit his alarm at almost the same time, but it didn’t beep, nor did his lights flash. Grabbing his arm, I yanked him down, covering my head with my arm, as I threw myself over him.

“Marice, what the f—!”

There was an audible click and sizzle followed by a deafening boom. The explosion of his car shook the foundation of the building. My car shimmied and shivered. Scrambling quickly, Butch and I ran for the nearby stairway as my car, too, exploded.

Security personnel gushed from the stairwell, nearly knocking us down. Guns drawn, they secured the perimeter of the garage. I vaguely heard sirens screeching, but the ringing in my ears was so loud, I could barely hear. Head of security, a man named Auckland, came up to me, asking questions. I tried to read his lips, but suddenly there were two of him. My knees let go and I felt dizzy.

“Grab her!” I heard Butch yell. “Marice! Talk to me.”

That was the last I heard as the world upended and went dark.

©2019 Dellani Oakes

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Sidetracked by Dellani Oakes Part 54 by Dellani Oakes


Dellani Oakes

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Scott took the phone and hung up. “I have to cuff you, but I’ll put them in front. Don’t make me regret that decision.”

“No, sir. Thank you.”

Scott tilted the camera so he was looking into it upside down. “We cool now, Aiden? Don’t answer, I can’t hear you.” He and Felix walked to a cruiser, and the boy was put in the back. Scott stood beside it, directing activities.

The last of the ring leaders were rounded up. Felix was the only student caught in the sting, but he was treated well and kept separate from the adults. He sat with Scott, telling him everything he knew.

“Is it over now?” Deidre asked as things wound down.

“Not entirely,” Vanessa explained. “These are some powerful people, who will pull strings and do…

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The Dawnstone Tale — chapter 2 continues

The Dawnstone Tale — chapter 2 continues

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After nursing his bruises,
Keinigan dressed and gathered his small assortment of items purchased with the
stolen money. He stared down at the beautifully tanned and oiled leather boots,
the golden rings, and earrings, sighing resentfully. He loathed
returning the things. They would not fetch the same price as he had paid, and
he had had such fun picking them out. They were each a tiny reward for his
pains and labors. He felt cheated in having to sell them so soon.

Even the sword that he had
ordered from a dwarven metal smith in the market of Eddermont was going to have
to stay with its creator. Keinigan would head to Oathak’s Metal Goods booth to
cancel his order and ask for his deposit back as soon as he sold the boots.

In the sky, engorged gray
blankets struggling to hide the sun had reflected his attitude as he…

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Red Rive Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Ingrid and Keelan

Red Rive Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Ingrid and Keelan

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Wednesday, March 27th from 4-6 PM Eastern time on Blog Talk Radio

Spring is springing (at least here in Florida) and what better way to celebrate than with two new authors on our show!

Ingrid St John

First up is Ingrid St. John, author of HaUNTED. Since her childhood, Ingrid has been in love with thriller, mysteries, and horror. She grew from reading Nancy Drew and Francine Pascal to reading Brandon Massey, Michael Romkey, and Tananarive Due. It was after watching A Nightmare on Elm Street that inspired her into writing her own stories. In addition to her love of writing, she is the founder of 1287 Pictures, a production company that will produce horror and thriller films. Ingrid currently resides in Northern California, and is looking forward to thrilling, and scaring you with more to come…

Keelan LaForge

Second is Keelan LaForge, author of the His Mighty Hand Trilogy. Keelan LaForge is a writer from Northern Ireland. Her trilogy explores the truths of living with mental illness and domestic abuse. Keelan writes for Terror House Magazine and Café Lit. She also used to write for Vintage Life magazine. She is a drummer and loves anything vintage. She is a single mum of two and writes almost as often as she drinks coffee.

Welcome ladies! I know we’re going to have a great time!