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#BlogTour #Excerpt Ashes of a Sinner by S.L. Hebert @puretextuality @SHebert75

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Homicide Detective Logan St. Martin buries herself in her work during the day, and finds herself trying to drink her haunted past away at night. But when a series of horrific murders rocks her small town deep in the bayous of Louisiana, she finds herself on a on a path of discovery into a sadistic killer’s mind.

Their beauty was in the ashes, and they all died alone.

Repentance was the killer’s way, and damnation became his weapon. Detective St. Martin and her partner, Detective Grasso, are in pursuit of a twisted soul who is leaving bodies in his wake. It’s a race against time when Logan realizes the killer has turned his sights on her.

Everything changes when you are the one being hunted.

 

 

 

  

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As I sit stone cold in silence watching the local news, I feel the rage building inside me. Never did I think that he would take her away from me. I was saving her. She wasn’t beyond redemption. I just needed a little longer for her to see the error of her ways. Suddenly, I’m unable to control the tears now falling down my face, feeling the overwhelming need to get out and get some fresh air. But where? Where can I go? I can’t afford for anyone to see me in this condition.

As I find myself pacing the floor, I think back to how this all got started, remembering that she was trying to leave me. I thought she loved me. Why would she want to sin and take off? She had lost her way, and I was trying to help her find it. Now I realize I’d had her. She had not yet repented, but I still had her. It was you, Lord! It was you who took her away from me, damn you!

Feeling my knees buckling me, I fall to the floor, unable to stop the ranting that flows out of my mouth.

“Lord, I fall upon my knees, begging for some understanding. Why? Why are you punishing me? I just needed a little more time, Lord. She would have repented for her sins. I was doing your will, Lord. I could have made her see the light.

“Answer me! I have spent my entire life living by the Word, God. Your words! I followed your commandments, casting aside the laws of the flesh, and still you snuffed her out from under me, not even allowing her soul to be saved. Damning her into eternal hell!  I’m begging for a sign! It’s as though you have turned your back on me.

“I’ll never understand your need to take my angel from me. She was a lost soul in this world—a world that we have walked all alone.  It was supposed to be me! I was supposed to go first. I am the one who has always endured all the pain and hurt. You are not a merciful god. You are cruel and heartless, no different than any human. I know now the liar you really are, and the man I really am. I will no longer walk this earth blinded by your lies.”

 

 

 

ABOUT S.L. HEBERT

S.L. Hebert was raised in the heart of Cajun Country, in South Louisiana. She was brought up appreciating family, the outdoors, and a great cup of coffee. She is a dedicated wife and mother of two. Having been an All-American athlete in her youth, she often volunteers to coach her two children’s baseball, softball, and volleyball teams.

In the last year, she’s discovered a passion for writing. Drawing on her military and law enforcement background, she takes her readers on a thrilling journey of mystery, suspense, and even a little romance. She has the gift of leaving them always wanting more.

 

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Title: Healing Hope 
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 14, 2017 
 
 
 
 
Hope Larsen is living each day of her life with a crippling guilt. The game of ‘what if’ has made it almost impossible to move forward from such a horrific event. In one life-changing moment, someone who meant so very much to her was taken. A man who once was her best friend. A man she fell in love with.
Now she must face the life she’d laid out before her alone, being reminded each day of his absence. The longing inside her, the desperation to be able to still love him without it hurting so much.
She just wanted to live without feeling the pain of losing Walker. But each time she attempted to move forward, there was that lingering thought that somehow she was tarnishing his memories.
Then he shows up. He waltzes right into her life as if he belongs. Strong, confident, and determined to make her see him.

When Travis Donovan crosses paths with the snarky blond, he’s intrigued. Her dismissal of him and his antics doesn’t have the effect she’d hoped for. In fact, it’s just the opposite. He’s not one to run scared from a challenge, but instead, he's the type to fight even harder to conquer it.
Though she tries to fight her attraction for the cocky electrician, she finds that his dedication fascinates her. 
Over time, Hope comes to the realization that there’s one thing that scares her the most. Travis Donovan reminds her of the one she lost.
That stride, that smile, even the way he torments her…it’s all the same. He could be the one to show her that it's okay to move forward. It’s okay to love again. 
Travis Donovan just might be the one to heal Hope.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She was a fiery little thing.
 
She couldn’t have been more than five foot two, one hundred and ten pounds maybe, but that was even pushing it. Long blond hair, perfect tits. The woman definitely made this job a little more enjoyable, even if she was currently staring holes through my back. Or maybe it was my ass. 
 
I look over my shoulder, and again I find her eyes focused on my backside.
 
Yep, most definitely staring holes in my ass. 
 
“You almost finished?”
 
I try to hide my smile when I turn around to face her, but when I see her cheeks flush again, I can’t stop myself.
 
“What’s so funny?” She narrows her eyes, doing her best to appear unimpressed. I know poking at her only infuriates her more, but again, it was an impulse I couldn’t control. 
 
“I was just wondering if you wanted to grab your phone.” My smile grew wider when she arched her brow. She looked confused and again it found it fueled me more. “You know, to snap a picture of my ass.” Her eyes narrowed and she stands in a hurry and takes a step toward me. “Now don’t go getting all mad at me, princess, you’re the one openly checking out my backside. I should feel violated.”
 
“I was not.”
 
Even if I wanted to believe her words, her eyes gave it all away. She couldn’t even look at me.
 
“This job was supposed to be done thirty minutes ago.” She chooses to move right over the earlier topic. “Are you sure you’re qualified for this job? Do you even know what you’re doing?”
 
I nod, loving once again that this woman thought she could outsmart me. 
 
“Does your boss know about your work ethic?” Again she tries for stern and offended, and again she fails. She was an open book, and I was enjoying every fucking chapter. “I think he needs to know just how rude and obnoxious you are.”
 
“Maybe he does.” I shrug as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a card. Holding out my hand to her I watch as her gaze shifted. “Give him a call, princess, and tell him all about how you’re sexually harassing his employee.”
 
She jerked the card from me and instantly placed her other hand on her hip. 
 
“I am,” she pauses. “I never.” I could see the battle in eyes. “I did no such thing.”
 
Shrugging again, I turn back toward the job and finished up with the last few things. “Whatever you say, Princess.”
 
I hear her practically growl in frustration, just before her feet beat against the floor to the other side of the room. Without turning around I imagine her seeking out her phone. My smile growing so wide it makes my cheeks ache as my phone begins to vibrate and ring on my hip. 
 
Instead of answering it, I hang my head and do my very best to hide my chuckle.
 
With each ring, it grows harder to refrain and suddenly I’m hit in the back of the head with something soft.
 
Turning around, I look to the floor at my feet and see a light blue throw pillow. Ever so slowly, I lift my gaze and find a certain blonde with fire in her eyes staring back at me. 
 
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?”
 
“Yes, I did.” She didn't even hesitate, “You should consider yourself lucky I didn’t go for the empty bottle instead.”
 
A moment of silence passes before she walks toward me once more and places a hand on each hip. The action alone pushes out her breasts, and it takes everything inside me not to lower my eyes. 
 
“You are an ass.” The way she states this slowly enhances the humor once again. “For a business owner, I must say I’m surprised you are as credible as you are. You must spend most days in the office, otherwise, I’m sure it’d be hard to land a job.”
 
I stand before her, a screwdriver in one hand and a switch cover in the other, observing her every move. The way her nose wrinkles up as if she is confused by my lack of reaction to her words. 
 
“And will you stop smiling?” Her words come out in more of a whine. I can almost visualize her stomping her foot.
 
“Why does my smile affect you?” I was rolling into dangerous territory here. Keeping things professional had never been a problem for me, until now. Messing with clients, or even renters of clients was something I never did. At this point though, it was addictive. This battle of wills between two stubborn people intrigued me. I liked the way she challenged me with just one simple look. “Does my smile make that fire inside you ignite? Does it make you feel something you don’t want to admit?” He taunted me a little more, and for a moment I slipped allowing him to see a trace of a smile tug at the corner of my lips. 
 
That was my mistake, it was like throwing meat out for a hungry lion, it only gave him an invite to play a little more. “Tell me what part you like most?”
 
“You truly are an ass!” I hated how he affected me, but I also felt a spark of interest that I hadn’t felt in so long. His arrogance irritated me more than I should be allowing it to, but it reminded me so much of the person I had lost. The person I spend every day missing. They were alike in the way they held themselves, that confidence that gave them such a powerful impact on those around them. The mischievous glimmer in their eyes, it was all so much the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict. She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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