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    The Warrior of Clan Kincaid

    The Warrior of Clan KincaidThe Warrior of Clan Kincaid by Lily Blackwood
    Series: Highland Warrior #3
    Published by St. Martin's Press on July 31, 2018
    Genres: Historical Romance, Scottish Historical Romance, Romance
    Pages: 320


    Derryth MacClaren is on the run. Traveling under heavy guard, she has been sent from her castle home to avoid capture by the vicious nobleman known as the Wolf, who has vowed revenge against the Clan Kincaid, and any who support them. When a surprise attack leaves her vulnerable, Derryth ends up in the hands of an enemy warrior who claims her, with the Wolf’s blessing, as his prize. But her captor’s gentle words and touch seduce her heart—and body—completely...and when she discovers the tattoo on his arm that proves him to be the legendary, long-believed dead son of the murdered Laird of Kincaid, Derryth knows she must find a way to alter his fate—and her own.

    Cull has no memory of his family or past—all he knows is the life of a warrior, trained to fight on behalf of the Scottish king. If he can help the king’s law officer of the North, the Wolf of Badenoch, defeat a rebellious faction of Highlanders, Cull will be met with untold riches beyond possessing beautiful, innocent Derryth. But now that she has informed him of who he really is—Cullen Braewick, the youngest son of the slain laird—he is torn. If Cull exacts revenge against the Wolf, who executed his father, he stands to lose the precious lass who he has come to love. What is he willing to sacrifice for Derryth to keep her safe...and in his arms?

    If you’re a devoted fan of Historical Romance, then The Warrior of Clan Kincaid, written by Lily Blackwood is one book you want to add to your book collection. In this final installment to Kincaid Brothers’ trilogy, Derrvth MacClaren has everything to fear. Having to run from the castle she has called home to avoid being captured by a vicious overlord known only as the Wolf. She must overcome this fear, when she is captured. Only thing that is keeping her alive, is no one knows who she truly is. But, she knows once her identity is revealed nothing will keep her safe. Cull Braewick doesn’t remember anything of his life before being sold at auction. Now a trained warrior, he’s on a mission to capture the castle of the Kincaid for the crown, or so he thinks. The Warrior of Clan Kincaid, a great story from start to finish. Fast pace and feel with the best chemistry to be found in a Historical Romance. I will recommend this book, heck the entire series to any die hard who love to read about loss, triumph and quick justice.

    About Lily Blackwood

    Lily Blackwood lives in Texas, with her husband, their two teenagers, a devoted red golden retriever, and two rascally cats. She enjoys flea markets, cooking, eating and not cleaning her house! She recently taught herself to knit and has been making a mess with yarn ever since. She loves all things historical and finds it thrilling to imagine a time period where each day held very real dangers, and true love stories and happily-ever-afters were precious and rare. Lily loves to hear from readers! She invites you to visit her website at www.lilyblackwood.com

    Lily is also the RITA Nominated author of Regency romances, Lily Dalton.

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    I Know You Like a Murder


    I Know You Like a Murder
    Amy L. Sauder
    Publication date: October 23rd 2018
    Genres: Adult, Mystery

    A narrator always gets to know the reader before spilling their deepest secret.

    I am a murderer.

    She was just a silly nothing of a girl until I made her rise to fame. A pennything.

    So, reader: sit down, cozy up. I’d offer a cup of tea, but you may worry it’s poisoned, and you may be correct.

    But I can’t just tell you how she died. That’s too easy. Too quick. Buckle up: you’re in for a villainous monologue.

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    The 5 W’s of Murder

    A narrator always gets to know the reader before spilling their deepest secret.

    I am a murderer.

    She was just a silly nothing of a girl until I made her rise to fame. A pennything.

    I imagine a dreary donut-glaze day at the station before I dropped murder in their laps. I’d like to say the coppers pounded down my door in their cliché little way, but really it was a nice rap-tap-tap. Like the children’s ditty: Skunk in the barnyard, pee-yew. Murder in the theater…for you…

    Clueless buffoons, more accustomed to traffic control rather than detective work. I wasn’t considered suspect; for all intents and purposes, I was victim.

    “Tell us what happened.” “Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?” “Any odd or unusual behavior?” and the kicker: “Is there anyone who would have motive?”

    “Don’t we all,” I said. “Don’t we all hold a reason to kill.”

    I wasn’t much help. Why would I be? I divulged a dozen motives, to bait their sniffers a million directions, all but mine.

    I don’t think they liked me all that much. Whatever. I wasn’t looking to impress. I was looking to distract. Once their curiosities turned elsewhere, I could move on to tell you, my now-avid readers, the story.

    My story.

    Our story.

    If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears, does it make a sound? If a person is murdered and the tale is not told, did it happen?

    And so, I have found my audience. Yes, you. Won’t you read my story, sleuth it out? I take the role of murderer, now you fancy yourself a detective.

    Sit down, cozy up. I’d offer you a cup of tea, but you may worry it’s been poisoned, and you may be correct. But hold it, dear reader, don’t twist your shirt in a bundle before I give you all the pieces.

    What: death, cold and sudden

    Where: the most dramatic place for murder, the theater

    When: the top of Act III, naturally

    Who: Too many names, there are too many names in the world. I only remember the one girl. Don’t be indignant when you struggle to recall names, too.

    No matter. I will choose some form of name to distinguish the lot. Let’s call them:

    Madame Director,

    Homeless Hag,

    Facilities Hawk,

    Villains 1 & 2,

    Shy Boy,

    Makeup Artist,

    and Cami’s BFF.

    But the one you’re waiting for: Camille. Or Cami now, to be more relatable, more likeable. Hear the sounds roll off your tongue: the name Cami skips playfully from your mouth, while the nasal sound of Camille bodes aloof, unapproachable. The name change is product branding or whatever.

    She’s a washed up writer. Now scriptwriter and also, get this, leading lady. She scooped that right up, and Madame Director allowed it even though Cami has never performed on stage.

    Why: Cami got one of the useless English degrees and expected it was worth something. Interned at a publishing company, but they wouldn’t look at her manuscript without an agent; and she couldn’t interest an agent though she had an in with a publisher.

    She’d tell that sob story, then with a twinkle in her eye promise that this theatrical production would put us all on the map.



    But I would make her keep that promise.

    Alibis are useless in this investigation, because all of us, of course, were at the theater when it happened. As for motive, don’t we all have something worth killing for?

    If you were a Criminal Psychologist maybe you’d have this case wrapped up by now. Tell me, which of the listed characters am I, the murderer?

    But statistically speaking, you likely aren’t a Criminal Psychologist, so here you are. Still reading. So many questions.

    You know, you could hand this over to a Criminal Psychologist to solve. But I don’t think you will. Not now.

    It’s not real, you say. It’s a book. And you’ll pore through this story looking for answers, intrigued by the tale, fascinated by death.

    Okay, detectivize. Draw up a grid, write up characters and clues, cross off cleared suspects. Or whatever you crime buffs do. Maybe you have the cliché marker board to track your clues, or maybe you have the string linking ideas throughout a crime-solving room. You sure get off on this stuff, don’t you?

    So let’s get to it. What I haven’t told you yet is How. But I can’t just tell you how she died. That’s too easy. Too quick. Buckle up: you’re in for a villainous monologue.




    Author Bio:

    Amy L. Sauder is a writer, educator, and creative. She has been called quirky meta mystery and walking fairytale. In her not-so-spare time, Amy coaches other writers and sells artistic fashion finds. While she has a degree in English, that has yet to land her amidst a murderous plot. Hopefully that doesn’t change.

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