MIND: The Reckoning by Jenn Nixon – Feature with Excerpt and Giveaway


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This week, Jenn Nixon has released the third book in her MIND series.  Featured here today – MIND: The Reckoning.

jenn-nixon-mind33Fan favorite, Baldwin Bates, finally gets his own story and HEA in book three MIND: The Reckoning. To celebrate the new release, books 1 & 2 are both on sale for the rest of the week!  You can find all three books here at : www.amazon.com/Jenn-Nixon/e/B002BLNBBQ.  This week, MIND: The Beginning is $.99 and MIND: The Emergence is $1.99.


About MIND: The Reckoning

Baldwin Bates has only wanted one thing since joining MIND, to take care of his friends and keep them all safe. While the Meta-Alien Investigation and Neutralization Department is busy monitoring an emergence of human psychic and alien activity, Bates takes his first solo assignment searching for a woman who claims to see the future, only to botch it up and let her get away.

After helping to destroy an alien device called the Transcender, Lexa Quinn wakes from a two-week coma a very different person than she was before. While her abilities grow stronger, her feelings for Bates begin to interfere with the MIND team’s mission, putting everyone at risk. Secrets from her past threaten the present and future, forcing Lexa to decide who she is and where she belongs.

When a powerful, ancient enemy lays claim to the Earth and brings his judgment upon the population, Bates, Lexa, and the entire MIND team must do whatever it takes to save the human race before the reckoning is complete.


Excerpt from MIND: The Reckoning

As Bates bypassed the crafters and artists, the scent of Asian BBQ wafted through the air. He grumbled along with his stomach and hoped a few of them stuck around so he could pick something up on his way out.

“How’s it going?” Dina Ranger asked via his earcomm, jolting him.

“Shit! Forgot I had this bloody thing in,” he replied, taking a breath and shutting his eyes for a second.

“Have to get used to it if you want to be in the field…alone.”

“Unlike your brother, I need some me time, Sherlock.” This time, he chuckled when he felt her brush his mind with calming thoughts. “How’s Lexa? Any change?”

“No, nothing. Never changes. I…just don’t get it.”

“Me either,” he said with a sigh, quickly putting it out of his mind to maintain his focus. “I just got to the park. I’ll check in before I leave.”

“Okay. And whatever has you so hungry bring some back. Talk to ya.”

Shaking his head, Bates waited for the static of the comm to fade before pushing farther into the park, eyeing the tables and tents, but mostly their occupants, searching for a face. Miss Takashi had a pretty face, although older now, since the photo from the collective Meta-alien Investigation and Neutralization Department database was almost one hundred years old.

When he neared the end of the first row of vendor tents, he took in the sight of the city across the river, and then found the second and final row of vendors left to search.

He politely declined several offers to purchase various items like candles and potholders, wondering why his ‘blah face’—a term his new friend Kim called his usual stern façade—wasn’t working.

Toward the middle of the second row, Bates slowed, eyeing a colorful booth, shrouded in light purple curtains, and a sign that screamed for attention. When a face-painted toddler, followed by a frantic parent, came running out of the booth, he barely sidestepped out of the way. The parent offered Bates a weary shrug. He nodded politely and carried onward, finally seeing a sign for “Madam Takashi” two booths down.



You have a couple of chances to win Jenn’s books today.  Jenn is giving a Mobi or PDF copy of each the first two books in her series (The Beginning and The Emergence).  Additionally, I will give kindle version (from Amazon) of either a) her first two books or b) the new book, The Reckoning.  So whether you are already a fan of the series, or new to it, you have chance to win a great book!

To enter, comment below.  Jenn’s books are a little scifi and a little paranormal.  So tell me, what psychic talent or paranormal ability would you like to have if you had to face aliens on earth?    Random winners will be chosen after noon in my time zone, CDT time, on Friday.



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About The Author

Jenn Nixon’s love of writing started the year she received her first diary and Nancy Drew novel. Throughout her teenage years, she kept a diary of her personal thoughts and feelings but graduated from Nancy Drew to other mystery suspense novels.

Jenn often adds a thriller and suspense element to anything she writes be it Romance, Science Fiction, or Fantasy. When not writing, she spends her time reading, observing pop culture, playing with her two dogs, and working on various charitable projects in her home state of New Jersey.

Find Jenn at:

Website: www.jennnixon.com
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Today is for Whisk(e)y Lovers – Guest Post from Sorchia Dubois


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When Sorchia Dubois contacted me about visiting Whiskey With My Book I was delighted.  She is such a great fit for this blog.  Author and whisky drinker.

Sorchia is taking over today to talk about whisky and her latest book, Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones.  I think her book might have a whisky drinker or two in it.  So, please enjoy Sorchia’s guest post, excerpt from her book and then be sure to enter her giveaway.

Sorchia, I am so please to have you here today.  Welcome!


Guest Post from Sorchia Dubois

I don’t know how else to say it—I love whisky. Love it. Not in a drink-all-day-ignore-work-get-ugly-and-beat-up-somebody way. No, I just treasure a glass of a good single-malt in the evening more than some of my closest relatives. That’s all. If I had to pay a ransom in Laphroaig—well, let’s just hope I never have to make such a decision.

Since I am a writer, my loves and foibles find their way into my stories. Whisky is no exception. Nearly all of my characters drink Laphroaig, my favorite single malt Scotch. Any character who professes to prefer another beverage should be considered suspect and watched closely.

My muse revolts when I try to write in another drink. It just goes against the grain (see what I did there.) In the second book of the Zoraida Grey series, Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen, our intrepid heroine finds herself in the Caribbean with a glass of rum in her hand. She drinks it because the situation calls for a drink, but her eyes mist up as she recalls her last glass of Laphroaig.

Scotch comes in several versions, the tastiest of which (in my humble opinion) are the Islays. Islay (pronounced EYE-luh) is one of the southernmost of the Inner Hebridean Islands located off the west coast of Scotland. This 240 square mile island is home to no fewer than 8 distilleries. While some Islay distilleries produce lighter whiskies, Islay single malt is known for its robust peaty taste along with the flavors of iodine, salt, and seaweed. It is often described as medicinal and, believe you me, it will cure what ails you. It’s a little pricy so I guard my stock like a dragon guards a hoard of gold.

Writing also offers the opportunity to do research. Since my chosen setting is often Scotland and since I am a proud member of the Ross Clan, I go to Scottish festivals as often as I can. Now, Scottish festivals are known for great music, excellent food, kilted men tossing large poles and other objects, and–by the way—whisky tastings. Nothing says ‘home’ more than the majestic canopies of the Whisky Tent ruffled by a cool breeze to a tune played by a band of marauding bagpipers

Generally, they give you a tasting glass—a nice cairngorm or other glass etched with the name of the festival—and access to a number of tables upon which rest a variety of beverages. You can work your way around the tent, sampling all and sundry, or you can monopolize the table dispensing your favorite. I’ve tried it both ways and despite valiant efforts, I’ve never found anything I liked as well as Laphroaig. Not only do you get to taste a variety of whisky, but you meet the nicest people.

In Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones, the main character is a small town fortune teller from Arkansas. Zoraida finds herself in Scotland learning more about her family heritage than she really wants to know. After an interrogation by the head of the clan, she’s going to need more than one stiff drink.


About Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones

Granny’s dying, but Zoraida can save her with a magic crystal of smoky quartz. Too bad the crystal is in Scotland––in a haunted castle––guarded by mind-reading, psychopathic sorcerers.

Getting inside Castle Logan is easy. Getting out––not so much. Before she can snatch the stone, Zoraida stumbles into a family feud, uncovers a wicked ancient curse, and finds herself ensorcelled by not one but two handsome Scottish witches. Up to their necks in family intrigue and smack-dab in the middle of a simmering clan war, Zoraida and her best friend Zhu discover Granny hasn’t told them everything.

Not by a long shot.


Excerpt from Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones

“Doubtless, your skills will develop under the correct tutelage.” Michael uses all his dimples. Beneath his charming smile and the subtle seductive spell he casts, his thoughts are tumultuous. “Whether you are endowed with long life and other attributes the Logans hold dear remains to be seen. There’s really no way to tell. It all depends on breeding, I’m afraid.”

“What a disagreeable way to put it.” Ursula smiles at him as though he had made a charming but risqué joke in polite company. “She’s welcome no matter what attributes she does or does not have. Zoraida, you must take time to absorb these things.”

“You see now why we are so curious—even suspicious.” Michael swirls the whisky in his glass, his eyes on me. “Not many of us still practice the old ways with precision. If you have a propensity for magic, then you are a vital asset. Yet our downfall has always come from within—insurrections, treason, disorder, division, and disputes. You could be an ally, but you could just as easily be an enemy.”

I breathe in the peaty smell of my whisky. The cask from which it comes was distilled decades ago, before I was born. It is a work of art, tended lovingly, reaching maturation through the care and skill of trained artisans, worthy of respect. I knock it back and ask for more.



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Now tell me about your favorite indulgence. Is Scotch your go-to or do you prefer wine or bourbon? Got a cherished mixed drink recipe or a combination of comfort food and drink you like to curl up with? Tell Auntie Sorchia all about it.


About the Author

sorchia-duboisSorchia Dubois lives in the piney forest of the Missouri Ozarks with eight cats. She edits technical writing and fiction part time, but she spends at least five hours per day tapping out paranormal romance, Gothic murder, and Scottish thrillers.

A proud member of the Ross clan, Sorchia incorporates all things Celtic (especially Scottish) into her works. She can often be found swilling Scotch at Scottish festivals.

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Dragon Heartstring by Juliette Cross – Feature with Excerpt


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Regular visitors to WWMB will know that I am a fan of the Vale of Stars series by Juliette Cross. Tomorrow, a Vale of Stars prequel, Dragon Heartstring, will be released. So today I am pleased to feature this new story.


Cover Artist: Kanaxa


About Dragon Heartstring

Demetrius Cade has long since let go of his prejudice against Morgonkind, the dragon hybrid race his father taught him to hate. But what he never saw coming was the Morgon woman who would finally teach him to love.

Shakara Icewing has watched Demetrius Cade from afar for years. Known as the most eligible bachelor and emotionally unavailable in all of Gladium Province, she sees him as the aloof, arrogant brother of her dear friend. But when they finally meet, she isn’t sure she can handle how deep and how fast they both fall.

An old enemy resurfaces and once more threatens those Demetrius loves. When Shakara plans to speak before Parliament against business tycoon Aron Grayson, she puts her own life in the line of fire. Demetrius will stop at nothing to protect the woman he can no longer live without.


Excerpt from Dragon Heartstring

There were already a few couples taking advantage of the private rooftop. We stopped at the corner and looked out over downtown Gladium. Glittering like stars, the city lights lit up the night.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, leaning on the railing, the warm summer breeze lifting my hair.

“Yes. Quite.”

I glanced over to find him staring at me, not the city. I smiled. “Do you know it’s rude to stare like that?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You are quite beautiful,” he said with sincerity.

I arched a brow. “Even with the wings?”

“Especially with the wings.” His gaze flicked to them. “You know, Shakara. You seem to have a misguided notion that I dislike Morgons, but the truth is far from it.”

“Well, if I may be so frank, your past proves you’ve had—I don’t know how to say it—issues with Morgonkind.”

His heavy gaze never left me. “Some of us learn from our past mistakes. And we change. At least we should anyway.”

His intense expression and bold statement were a challenge. One I wasn’t sure I was ready to explore. The conversation had turned from casual to serious in a heartbeat. And I realized in this, he was right and I was wrong. We should learn from our mistakes.

Changing the subject was my only escape. “So. What were you talking to Lucius about?”

He loosened his tie and pulled it off, folded it end over end then stuffed it into his inside jacket pocket. “You were watching me?”


“So you lied,” he said, leaning forward with both forearms on the balcony wall, his left arm brushing mine.

“Did I?” I focused on steadying my voice.

“You said you didn’t know I was here at the party when I walked up to your table.”

“Oh, yes. I did lie.” I felt him staring but continued to gaze out at the city. “I didn’t want you to think I was stalking you or something.”

He laughed, leaning left, his shoulder grazing mine. On purpose, for sure.

My senses amped up. “You’re avoiding my question.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, tell me. I want to know what Demetrius Cade, who never speaks to his brother-in-law even at his nephew’s birthday party, could possibly have to say in a little one-on-one conversation.”

“You have been stalking me.” He smirked and pressed closer.

I arched a brow at him and whispered, “Tell me.”

“It was about you actually.”


“The hearing coming up.”

“Oh.” The wind lifted my hair in the night air. I tucked a strand behind one ear. “What about it?”

“As I mentioned at lunch yesterday, I’m afraid this hearing may bring some negative attention your way. Perhaps, even danger.” His frown was back. His lips tightened into a line as he studied me.

“I think you might be worrying too much.”

“No, I’m not. Which is why you might notice someone from Nightwing Security watching out for you at the clinic. And maybe elsewhere.”

“Wait. I’m going to have a bodyguard?”

“Yes. And don’t say you don’t want one. It’s necessary to be cautious about this. At least until the hearing is over.”

I couldn’t help but be a little surprised that Demetrius of all people would take the initiative to protect me. My father and aunt were bringing up clan members for the hearing itself, but they hadn’t prepared for any threats beforehand.

Before Demetrius’s scowl could deepen further, I made a bold declaration. “So what you’re saying is you’re worried about me.”

Just like that, his stiff shoulders rolled forward as if a weight had been dropped. He angled his body toward me, leaning one elbow on the banister and answered my teasing question more directly than I’d anticipated. “Yes. I certainly am.”

My nerves rattled inside me like marbles in a jar. It was all because of Demetrius. I was fine with him in crowds and loud clubs and chatty birthday parties. But alone with the heady mix of his cologne and his masculine scent swirling around me and with those dark eyes tracking my every move, my dragon wanted to stretch out for him and purr. The woman, the part of me who was confident in the clinic but shy in the bedroom, wanted to retreat and hide. As soon as I’d thought it, my wings twitched, brushing against him.

I gasped and pulled them tight again, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

The air shifted, and I felt like I did that day in the elevator—breathless and trapped and extremely aroused at his nearness.

“Shakara,” he said softly.


“May I take a closer look at your wings?”

I turned for him, inhaling a deep breath, and opened them partway, keeping one hand on the banister.

“May I touch them?” he asked softly.


I didn’t want to tell him how sensitive I was to touch on my wings. Some Morgons weren’t at all. But when Demetrius’s hands slid up the arches, sending a sensual shiver through my body, I thought I might come undone. When his fingers caressed along the side edge and back down, I gripped the banister tight.

“They’re quite beautiful,” he said. He had to notice my tremulous state. If he did, he made no note of it.

“Thank you.”

You’re quite beautiful.”

When he moved his body closer, I could feel the heat of him at my back. He trailed his fingers along the underside of my wings where they were especially soft. He nuzzled his mouth close to my ear. “I want to touch you.”

Needing to hold onto something, I gripped the banister with both hands. I couldn’t breathe. I shouldn’t be behaving this way with him of all men. I felt as if I were stepping into enemy territory, venturing into places I wasn’t meant to go. And yet, he turned me on beyond reason.

“May I?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to resist him.

He swept my hair over one shoulder then proceeded to kiss his way up one side of my neck. One hand spanned my waist. He glided the other hand over the curve of my shoulder and down my arm, then laced his fingers through mine atop the banister. Yearning for his lips on my skin, I dropped my head back so he could have better access. He took full advantage, brushing feather-light kisses down the column of my throat.

“You know, there are many who would object to this kind of behavior.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to that tender spot between my neck and shoulder.

“What, what kind of behavior? There are others doing the same in their own corner of the rooftop.”

“No, couples like us.”

“You mean a Morgon and a human?” I asked, trying not to sound as breathless as I was.

“Yes.” He nipped up my neck with teeth. The sensation flushed me with heat.

“Do you care if people object?”

He stopped and turned me around by the waist.

“Does it bother you?” I repeated.

His voice dropped lower with an edge of strain. “I don’t know.” His fingers banded tighter at my waist. “But not enough for me to stop.”

Before I could form another thought, his lips were hard and determined on mine. The world be damned, for there could be no misunderstanding what he wanted now.




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About the Author

Juliette lives in lush, moss-laden Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab, Kona. Multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance, she loves reading and writing brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

You can discover more of Juliette and her books on her website.

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