HK Sterling Cover Reveal

Hi Everyone,

“Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart find they are surrounded by murder on every side.”

The fabulous HK Sterling has allowed me the honor of her cover reveal. Before we have a look at the awesome cover let’s have a look at what this fabulous book is about:

“Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he’s also a suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.”

And here’s a little about HK Sterling as well as some deets on how you can contact her:

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with a kick and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. H.K is currently working on a sequel to A Taste For Killing and a Science Fiction book of short twists. You can contact H.K. on the following social media:

Twitter: @HKSterling

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/HK-Sterling/426989014069244?ref=hl

Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com

HK Sterling “Undercover Blog”: http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

And here’s the cover.

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Check out the excerpt from A Taste for Killing:

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don’t know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.
He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I’d be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.
Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.
“Look, I don’t care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!” yelled someone.
Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. “Is there any reason you’re being so difficult? A man did die on your watch.”
An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, “Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?”
“Great,” groused the supervisor. “A party.” He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there’s a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.
On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor…and my on and off lover.
“Well, well, well,” he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. “Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?”
“Parents.”
“Girlfriend,” he answered back.
We stared at each other. Complications.
The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, “Well, missy, I’ll tell you the same thing I told this guy.” He jerked his thumb around to Jack. “The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it.”
I tried a different tactic. “That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy.” I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. “But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?” I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.
The supervisor sighed. “Jones, Evan Jones.”
“Thank you so much,” I said, smiling my best smile again. “I’ll get out of the way and leave you two boys to…whatever you were doing.”
I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.
“Sure, flash your tits and get what you want.” Boy was he in a bad mood.
“There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation.”
Jack’s response: a grunt.
“Besides,” I tried to placate him, “I didn’t get the plans either.”
“No, you did one better.”
“That’s assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate.” A thought occurred to me. “So are you going there too?”
“No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads.”
“Are you planning to share?” Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.
“No,” he said, still grumpy.
“I see. So it’s gonna be like that.”
“I guess so.”
I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.
“Are we still on for tonight?”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.
“Okay, master detective, I’ll leave you to your leads. See ya.”
“See ya,” he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he’d taken from his pocket.
I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

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Cherish Release Date

Hi Everyone,

Cherish has a release date.

5 February 2014.

I’m so excited.

The official long blurb for the book follows:

Cherish Blurb

Sixteen-year-old Sarah Parker’s healing touch can bring beings back to life, provided they haven’t crossed over. Until now she’s managed to keep her Gift a secret, but somebody seems determined to expose her and get her back into St. Mary’s Orphanage. Four years ago, Sarah was an orphan at St.Mary’s who’d lost hope of ever being adopted and faced the gruesome Ludus until Ida showed up. She’s lived a dream life since then but Sarah senses something is amiss. She has pretty much settled into her “new life” when cracks appear in her comfort zone. The last thing Sarah wants is to return to St. Mary’s.

When Marcus David, her boyfriend, is accused of murdering a student and her foster mom Ida is attacked shortly thereafter, Sarah’s deepest fears materialize. She loses Ida and Marcus in one breath and returns to St. Mary’s. There’s no escaping the Ludus and the wrath of her newfound enemies. As Sarah readjusts to St. Mary’s, she learns the orphanage holds crucial secrets to her past.

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#Sexy Sunday Snippet

Hi Everyone,

Here is my sexy Sunday snippet from Moving In which is with my fabulous editor, Haleigh Rucinski. Enjoy.

Jason pats my shoulder. “You need a workout, Dean.”
He hits the gym if anything minutely epic stresses him out. He could pass for a WWE superstar but his thick glasses and shaggy, blonde hair’s flopping over his forehead adds the nerd aspect to his look.
“Don’t take it personally. You know how these journalist types are always looking for a story to sensationalize.”
“She’s a blogger,” I correct, “Not a journalist. Besides I don’t care what she fucking calls herself. She thinks she knows it all about when she knows zilch.” Besides her bull shit blog post has probably given my mother enough reason to resume her Prozac diet. Lace Higgins’ unleashed a lethal storm when she updated her blog last night.
Jason pats me on the shoulder. “You need to work your anger off. Too much anger isn’t good for the soul.”
“Fuck my soul. I’m going to find that two bit cyber celebrity and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”
Jason grimaces. “Exactly what do you plan on saying to her?”
I shrug. I’m sure my brown eyes are blood shot with anger by now. I must resemble a maniac after an adrenaline rush.
“How about mind your own fucking business?”
Jason grins. “It’s a start although you might want to tone it down and eliminate the profanity.” He’s a gentleman under any circumstance.
“The swearing stays. It’ll help me make my point.” I clench and unclench my fists. “I’m not going to find her and then sweet talk her into apologizing.”
“So what’s the point of finding her then?”
I glare at Jace. “Dude, which part of I’m going to teach her a lesson haven’t you understood?”
Jason grins. “What if she’s as hot as hell and blows your mind?”
“Puh – leaze. I’ll bet she’s some overweight chick who wears prescription glasses and gossips about people in my position on her blog just to get attention.”
Jason laughs and shakes his head. “Lace Higgins is actually quite intelligent. I’m not sure what made her blog about you.”
I shoot Jason a sour look. “What the fuck are you trying to say, huh? Am I not worth blogging about? Are you trying to say I’m dumb?”

#Sunday #Snippet

Hi Everyone,

Here’s my #Sunday snippet from the revised Moving In series. Enjoy.

I hold the phone away from my ears and sigh. She can be so melodramatic. “He said he doesn’t want to ruin our friendship,” I repeat.
“Fuck,” she screams, “I can’t believe he used the F word.”
“Who used it, baby?” Zane asks in the background.
“Lace’s would be boyfriend,” she replies.
Would be isn’t happening. Alison may hit the roof if I say it out loud.
“What did you say to him?” she demands.
“Nothing…his phone rang and when he came back to the living room he mentioned the F word.” As far as I can remember nothing else happened.
“Who called him?” Alison shouts into the phone.
“He didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”
“Are you freakin’ out of your mind? He’s living under your roof and you don’t know who calls him?” If her voice gets any louder my handset is going to burst.
Okay, then. Alison expects me to stalk him?
“Sounds risky,” Zane says, “a girl should know everything going on in her house.”
Zane so doesn’t know when to shut up.
“Yeah, baby,” she agrees. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her all along.” She shifts her attention to me.

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#Cherish swag Donation and Scintillating Saturday Sneak Peek

Hi Everyone.

I personalized a few notebooks to donate to a Mom and her kids. I’ve attached the pics.

Also I’ve decided to share a scintillating Saturday excerpt from Cherish. And if you’d like to receive any Swag from me – I have tattoos, bracelets and personalized notebooks to give away – then email me @ sher.singhzn@gmail.com

I look forward to hearing from you.

Enjoy.

“Goths and vampires bond for life.” Pri gestures dramatically. “It’s not easy letting outsiders into their world. They need people they can trust. People who won’t sell them out.”

“So who did you hang out with?” Marcus keeps his voice casual.

Pri sighs dreamily. “The Prince of Darkness. I swear he’s like my soul mate or something.”

“The Prince of Darkness? Um…is he famous or what?” Andy stares at Pri.

“A.K.A. Armando Perez.”

I freeze. The same Armando Perez I silently drooled over this morning. If Marcus weren’t in the picture, I’d have definitely crushed on Armando.

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Manicilous #Monday

Hi Everyone,

Moving In is with my awesome editor at the moment. I’ve plotted the entire four book series. Let me know what you think of the excerpt.
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Honey, my pet Rhodesian ridgeback springs into the lounge and heads for Mom. Honey’s never been fond of my parents. Mom and Dad don’t relate to anything outside of the human species. She steps back and glares at Honey. “Get that thing away…”
“She’s not a thing. She’s a dog and her name’s Honey. Honey, come here girl.” She growls at Mom before she turns around and settles at my feet. Honey is awfully protective over me. Mason, the complex’s caretaker usually takes care of Honey while I’m away. Mom and Dad haven’t just screwed up my life. They’ve screwed up Honey’s future as well. God knows how I’m going to give up my dog for adoption if I don’t find a pet friendly place to live in. My heart breaks at the mere thought of giving Honey away.
“Dean…you have to understand this decision wasn’t an easy one for us to take.”
It seemed pretty easy to me. In fact my parents haven’t even waited twenty four hours since the blog post went live to kick me out of what’s technically their property.
“I need to pack.” I’m really not in the mood to talk. Where the fuck am I going to find a place at such short notice?
“I’ll let myself out.”
Honey barks in approval. She’s never taken to Mom and my mother’s never been a dog person. In fact the only species my mother is comfortable with is human beings. I found Honey lying on a freeway a year ago. She’d been pregnant, knocked, bleeding and left for dead. I got her to a vet and who managed to save her – Honey lost all her puppies – and she’s been with me ever since. There’s absolutely no way I’ll leave her at the SPCA or any other kind of animal shelter. She goes where I go. Period.
Which brings me to packing. I live light and travel lighter. It doesn’t take me more than two hours to neatly pack my life’s possessions and load them into my black Ford Ranger. I earned the van fair and square. Dad bought the Ranger for me after I got my Bachelor’s degree. Suddenly I want to get as far away as I can from this apartment and from anything my parents have ever given me. Who’s going to give me a place to stay at such short notice? Jace?

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi Everyone,

I almost forgot about today’s Six Sentence Sunday.

Here is a taste of Beast Next Door, a sexy YA read out on query:
“I’m your angel. Yeah.

Your freakin’ Angel. Yeah.

So come one and give it to me…Yeah.”

She calls that a song.

  I have no idea what her name is but the girl next door is either delusional or really optimistic to think those lyrics will get her into any rock song writing contest.

  Or magically turn her into a rock star.

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