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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Special Spotlight : Heaven Made - a historical romance by award winning author SaraLynn Hoyt

Dear readers,

Today blog Wonderworld is most privileged to present an intriguing, thrilling, supernatural historical romance novel titled HEAVEN MADE by the award winning author SaraLynn Hoyt aka Sheryl Hoyt who has been featured in the December 10th 2012 issue of Time Magazine - Link :

HEAVEN MADE will be free for 5 days across Amazon Kindle Stores from Feb 28 till March 4, 2013 !! Get this Free Ebook at

For avid readers of romance, historical romance, thrillers and drama, intrigue, supernatural and similar genres, there is this perfect opportunity to get this book absolutely free across all Amazon Stores! 

Let's learn something more interesting about HEAVEN MADE and author Saralynn Hoyt in today's special edition.

         Author Saralynn Hoyt                                  Heaven Made     
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Author Bio : Award winning author SaraLynn Hoyt aka Sheryl Hoyt as Featured in the December 10th 2012 issue of Time Magazine was born and lives in the Seattle, WA area. She resides in the beautiful Cascade foothills with her high school sweetheart and their cats. A business professional by day, Sheryl has been writing novels in her free time for over 20 years. A lover of all things historical, she enjoys research and travel in order to expand her knowledge and add authenticity to her stories.

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Author : Saralynn Hoyt

Genre : Historical Romance, Supernatural

Reviews : multiple 4 stars

Amazon Store : FREE DOWNLOAD 5 Days : Feb 28 - March 4, 2013

Synopsis :

London, 1905
  Desperate and penniless, Sabrina Tremaine must flee her grand home with her daughter before her brother-in-law mistreats them both. Little Alice believes her papa’s ghost is helping the two find a new home. Ford Northcliffe is an absent minded scientist only concerned with his experiments. 

His house in chaos since his mother’s death, he desperately needs a fine lady to run things. The employment agency that brought them together is in cahoots with a local psychic, Madame Lou. The medium is under strict instructions from the spirit world to make a match of these two regardless of the obstacles they face, including a deathbed vow and murder most foul. 

With the help of the mystical matchmaker, the two have fallen into the trap of a forbidden passion and a consuming love that neither can deny. But there are insurmountable obstacles in the way of their happiness and it will be up to the spirits of the dead to guide their destiny.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Book Spotlight : Necessary Detour by author Kim Hornsby

Dear readers,

Today blog Wonderworld presents a special book spotlight on the 5 stars recently released Romantic Suspense and thrilling novel titled NECESSARY DETOUR by the multi talented author Kim Hornsby.

From the author's desk : NECESSARY DETOUR is available for Free Download across all Amazon Kindle stores from Feb 13 - Feb 17, 2013. If you love an edge of the seat, romantic, fast paced suspense read , go download this Free Ebook at
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Genre : Romantic Suspense, thriller, Fiction

Author : Kim Hornsby

US Amazon Kindle : - Free Download from Feb 13- Feb 17, 2013.

UK Amazon Kindle : - Free Download from Feb 13- Feb 17, 2013.

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Book Reviews : Multiple 5 stars

Synopsis : After a stalker's attack, rock star Goldy Crossland flees L.A. for her secluded lake house in Northern Washington. Retired from the music business, she hopes to avoid both the press and her psychotic fan. But obscurity leaves her restless, and when a mysterious--and disturbingly handsome--new neighbor moves in, she can't resist spying.

Pete Bayer is undeniably attractive, but Goldy quickly realizes there's something strange going on in the log house across the bay. Is he a member of the paparazzi? Or a much more sinister threat? Despite her suspicions, Goldy can't deny her fascination with him.

When the press discovers her hideout, it's Pete who offers an escape route, but it comes with a price. Unwillingly drawn into his dangerous world, Goldy soon learns the reason behind Pete's secrecy--and her crush on her charming neighbor takes a deadly turn.

Editorial Reviews (Amazon link) : "From the opening glitz-and-danger concert scene, this story rocked my world! Nikki's insatiable curiosity and prying antics had me laughing, while her deep need for love and stability made her story richly human. Only a man as daring and thick-skinned as sexy Pete could handle such a tough woman let alone penetrate her guarded heart. And while danger lurks around every corner for this burned-out rock-star and this hunk in wolf's clothing, their near-fatal attraction was what kept me wide awake." ~Christine M. Fairchild, Editor Devil and author of An Eye For Danger

                          Chapter Excerpt
Chapter 1

Goldy ran onstage to the thunderous screaming of the Los Angeles crowd. The explosion of applause inside the Staple Center was the tangible evidence of their love for her; love that had fueled her drive over the years to get to this point. Soon she would desert them.

             “Necessary Detour,” she mouthed to the band, not waiting for her ex-husband, Burn’s reaction to the song choice. It hadn’t been played since she vowed to never give it credit again. Written about a female stalker, the hit song had been dropped from their repertoire when the stalker slit her wrists in the front row of a Goldy concert.

            Tonight, for personal reasons, Goldy wanted it to be the final song. A new crazed fan, code-named Shakespeare by the FBI, had threatened to kill her at the end of the concert, and, if he was successful, she was damned well going to have the last word.

             The opening chords filled the cavernous arena and, recognizing the long lost hit, the crowd cheered to barely tolerable decibels.

            “You think you got me.

            You think we’re done.

            You think it’s over

            You haven’t won

            Burn’s guitar screamed with the intensity of a locomotive as Goldy scanned the crowd, not knowing if she was staring into the face of the demon. Tonight she dared any one of them to take her on. The FBI had insisted on a bullet proof skin under her costume, and she could only hope that if it came to that, the material would save her life even if a quick bullet to the chest wasn’t Shakespeare’s style.

            A dozen FBI agents peppered the audience looking for anyone who might have written six months’ of heinous letters that threatened to torture Goldy with unimaginable creativity. Trickling acid along her face, then watching her melt was Shakespeare’s style, to capture, torture, then relish in the hours, possibly days, that it took him to claim her life. That was his “fondest wish.” He’d been code-named Shakespeare because he quoted the bard, but there was nothing poetic about his twisted mind.

            Getting closer to the end of the song, Goldy moved to stage-left where a stray bullet wouldn’t hit anyone else. With only two lines left, she pulled the microphone away from her lips to make a powerful run to the end and, as she did so, a shot of electricity pierced her hand and domino’ed along her arm to her shoulder, hitting her torso like a jack hammer. The pain was formidable. When her brain got the message, the hand flew open and the microphone dropped with a thud to the stage floor. Pretend nothing is wrong. Finish the song.

            Goldy danced ran over to Burn’s microphone, acutely aware of the one lying behind her, like the pariah it was. Agent Gateman looked worried in the wings, two seconds from shutting everything down. She shook her head emphatically, her steely gaze calling one last shot.

            Her left arm hung limp as she reached for Burn’s microphone with the right. What if this was the plan? Toy with her knowing she would persist? Then finish the kill with Burn’s microphone. Leaving it on the stand, she moved in and, hearing the approaching notes, took a deep breath to make the final run to the end. This time she was careful to keep her lips off the metal.

            It’s a Necessary Detour

            This detour’s ……..Necessary!”

             She punched the air with her good arm, stepped wide and threw her head back--Goldy’s trademark pose. It punctuated the final moment of any Goldy concert.

            The applause was deafening. She’d survived the final song, despite what Shakespeare said. “I shall end it all with your final note, my love.”

            The six band members laid their instruments on the stage and moved downstage, applauding along with the audience in their adoration of the international rock legend--Goldy. What they didn’t know was that this was not only the last song of the tour, but the final tour in a twenty year career. No more CD’s, touring, concerts. No more Goldy.

             “Goodnight everyone!” she shouted above the din. “I – HAVE – LOVED – YOU!” Gold confetti rained over the masses as she spun a sparkly Frisbee into the crowd that promised one family a vacation to Hawaii.

            Applause filled the arena’s rafters. “Goldy! Goldy! Goldy!” Searing pain in her left arm reminded her that she’d just been electrocuted. She needed to get offstage. Taking a final bow with her partner and ex-husband, she hugged him with one arm and turned to her audience. The mass of people in her field of vision had been her reason for almost everything in the last twenty years. A wave to them, a bow to her band, and then Goldy left the party while she was still having fun.

            Paramedics waited just out of sight, their dark blue uniforms a comfort to her worry. But it was her bodyguard, Dwayne, who lunged to catch her multi-million dollar backside before it hit the floor in a faint.   

            Faces were fuzzy, then clear, like focusing a camera. How long had she been out? Quinn was positioned at her left elbow, her tears dropping onto her mother’s sparkly costume. “Mom! Mom! Wake up.” Her voice gained volume with every second. No seventeen year old kid should have to endure as much as Quinn had in the last year.

            “I’m okay, Sweetie.” Goldy tried to sit but one of the paramedics asked her to wait. “Almost done, Ms. Burnside. Just let me finish checking your stats.”

            Ha! She wasn’t a Burnside anymore. Just then, the crowd parted and the real Burnside burst through to kneel at her feet. “Nikki!” He used her real name. “What the fuck?” Burn was eloquent in any situation.

            Looking worse than her, she wasn’t surprised. He’d always needed more coddling than anyone. “I got a shock from the microphone, but I’m fine.” She’d hold to the story that it was simply an accident and Burn would believe it. “I’m still on the floor to let the paramedics do their job, nothing more.”

            Burn had been an unintentionally horrible husband – negligent and unfaithful but never malicious. And everything they’d been through in their marriage had been necessary to achieve this end result which she wouldn’t have traded for the world. Her career and her beloved Quinn meant everything.

            “Give her room.” One of the paramedics waved his arms to part the crowd, while the other helped her to stand.

            “Thanks for your concern.” she said. Being Goldy had been a sweet ride for a very long time and seeing their worried faces, she was reminded of how much her staff counted on her. For years, she’d signed their pay checks, put food on their tables, financed college for their kids and, knowing all that was going to end for them wasn’t a pleasant thought. But it was a necessary detour.

            “Enough.” She waved away the paramedics.  Goldy looked to the two bodyguards who rarely left her side. “Help me stand on this chair. I have an announcement to make.”

Friday, February 8, 2013

Special Spotlight : Dead Man's Hand - a bestseller by author Luke Murphy

Dear readers,

Today blog Wonderworld is most privileged to present you a very special spotlight about the bestselling action packed, thriller-crime novel titled DEAD MAN'S HAND by bestselling author Luke Murphy.

The fast paced "whodunit" novel Dead Man’s Hand with 112 reviews at the Amazon stores has tension and excitement as a result of the action taking place in a single week.

A great offer from the author!! 
For the entire month of November 2013, the kindle version of this novel DEAD MAN'S HAND  will be available to all the readers at Amazon for only $0.99. That's an awesome offer! Grab the book if you can!

Let's know more about Dead Man's Hand and author Luke Murphy in today's special edition.

Author Luke Murphy on Facebook                 Dead Man's Hand

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Author Bio :  Luke Murphy lives in Shawville, Quebec with his wife, two daughters and pug. He played six years of professional hockey before retiring in 2006. Since then, he’s held a number of jobs, from sports columnist to radio journalist, before earning his Bachelor of Education degree (Magna Cum Laude).
Murphy`s debut novel, Dead Man`s Hand, was released by Imajin Books on October 20, 2012.
For more information on Luke and his books, visit:, ‘like’ his Facebook page and follow him on Twitter!/AuthorLMurphy

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Author : Luke Murphy

Genre : Thriller , Crime, Action, Mystery

Reviews : 53 reviews with multiple 5stars and 4stars

Synopsis :  What happens when the deck is stacked against you…
From NFL rising-star prospect to wanted fugitive, Calvin Watters is a sadistic African-American Las Vegas debt-collector framed by a murderer who, like the Vegas Police, finds him to be the perfect fall-guy.
…and the cards don't fall your way? 
When the brutal slaying of a prominent casino owner is followed by the murder of a well-known bookie, Detective Dale Dayton is thrown into the middle of a highly political case and leads the largest homicide investigation in Vegas in the last twelve years. 
What if you're dealt a Dead Man's Hand?
Against his superiors and better judgment, Dayton is willing to give Calvin one last chance. To redeem himself, Calvin must prove his innocence by finding the real killer, while avoiding the LVMPD, as well as protect the woman he loves from a professional assassin hired to silence them.

Book Trivia :  The African-American protagonist is not stereotypical. While his race is significant, he does not moralize about the issue or his situation.  
- The “find out who framed you to save yourself” plot has a twist in that Watters researches the crime online, primarily using analysis of character rather than physical evidence.

- Point of view is easy to follow but engagingly complex, with scenes from the perspectives of Watters, the detective, the cheating wife, and a hired assassin.

                        Chapter Excerpt

At exactly 6:15 p.m. on a Sunday, Calvin Watters parked his rusted Ford Taurus across the street from a vacant house. Climbing out, he put on a pair of sunglasses and scanned the neighborhood for any movement or potential hazards.
He moved to the back of the car and opened the dented trunk. It creaked in the still night as it slowly swung up. He pulled out a worn black leather case and slid it under his vest. Then he closed the trunk and headed for the door.
He'd been using the rundown house in the red-light district of Las Vegas as his workshop for three years. It suited his purpose. No interruptions, no inquisitive neighbors. Even the local police avoided the area.
He checked the perimeter again. At six-five and 220 pounds, with tattooed arms and gold chains dangling around his thick, muscular neck, a black man like him just didn't go unnoticed in Las Vegas.
The street was silent as he approached the house. Weeds sprang from cracks in the sidewalk and shattered liquor bottles blocked the entrance. The barred windows were broken and the screen door had been ripped off its hinges. His sense of smell no longer reacted to the stench of urine and vomit.
Calvin surveyed the area one last time. Extreme caution was one of the reasons he had succeeded in the business for so long. His habits had kept him alive. Satisfied no one had seen him, he trudged his way up the walk.
Even though he was the best in the business and had once enjoyed the adrenaline rush that came with the trade, the next part of the job made his skin crawl. His goal was to save the money he needed to get away, start over, but he didn’t know if he could last on the job long enough. That uncertainty made his life even harder.
He unlocked the door, stepped inside and shut it behind him. Heading for the basement, he took a narrow set of wooden stairs that creaked as he descended into darkness. His dreadlocks scraped cobwebs along the rough ceiling. He flicked the switch and a low-watt bulb cast dim light.
The tiny room had almost no furniture. The bare concrete floor was dirty and stained with dried blood. In the middle of the room, a lone wooden chair—double nailed to the floor—was occupied.
"Hello, James," Calvin said, his face expressionless.
James Pierce stared at him through bulging, fear-filled eyes.
"Sorry about the bump on the head, but I couldn't have you conscious when I moved you here."
When Calvin removed the case from his vest, he saw Pierce's pant leg moisten.
"I’m sure you’re wondering why your shoes and socks are off and your pant legs rolled up. We’ll get to that."
He laid the case on a small table, strategically placed next to the chair. "There's only one way out," he said, snapping open the lid. He knew his hostage saw one thing when he looked at him—professionally trained brutality.
He checked his watch. Pierce had been there for four hours. The waiting and anticipation alone were more than most men could handle. They often begged for their lives. It was a very effective method.
He stared at Pierce for a long moment and then turned away, his stomach churning.
Get a grip, Calvin! Hurry up and get it over with before you change your mind.
And lose the reputation he'd spent three years building.
He ripped the duct tape from the man's mouth and pulled out the old rag. "Time for me to collect."
Pierce gasped, breathing in air greedily. "Please, Calvin. I beg you. Don't do this."
"You're a degenerate gambler, James. Your expensive hobby and inability to pay has put you here. You knew the rules. They were laid out well in advance."
"No! Please…"
Calvin tried to block out the man's cries. A sudden dizziness overwhelmed him and he grabbed the chair to steady himself. Finish the job. "You know how this works." He stared at Pierce.
"I promise I'll pay. Just give me one more day. Please."
"You knew the rules. You've already had an extra week, James. You're lucky Mr. Pitt is a forgiving man, more forgiving than I am. He’s only counting that week as one day late. But if you aren't in his office tomorrow morning with all the money, you'll be seeing me again. Every late day will count as two. And I won't be so nice next time."
"I'll pay." Pierce sobbed.
Calvin heaved a sigh. "Relax. It'll all be over soon."
He leaned over the table. For effect, he took his time as he opened the leather case and removed the tools of his trade. "One day, one joint."
This was when most of them broke down all the way. And Pierce didn't disappoint him. A scream boiled from the man's belly and erupted like a relentless siren.
Calvin ignored Pierce as best he could. There were 206 bones in the human skeleton. A pro had trained him to use them all.
"Hammer or pipe cutter?"
"God, no!"
"Hammer or pipe cutter?" He threw a punch at Pierce's jaw, sending bloody spit into the air.
"Hammer!" Pierce screamed.
"Finger or toe?"
Pierce squeezed his eyes shut. "Toe."
Calvin stuffed the dirty rag back into the man's mouth. He turned and pressed play on the radio resting on the table, turning the volume up a few notches, careful not to bring attention to the house. The pounding, vibrating beat from Metallica not only drowned out his prey's moans of pain, but the sound took him back to his glory days. He removed a ball-peen hammer from the pouch and moved in on his quarry’s bare feet.
"Toe it is then."
He got down on one knee and lifted the hammer above his head.