Criminal Cupid: A Thriller Threesome

What woman wouldn’t want a threesome for Valentine’s Day?

Guys don’t get too excited. Put your clothes back on and put your little black book away, because we’re talking books.

My friends August McLaughlin, Kristine Cayne, and I have a sweet treat for the ladies.  For two days only, February 13th and 14th, we’re offering three thrillers for 99 cents each. Purchase three books for a chance to win an I Survived A Thriller Threesome t-shirt (a $20 value).

How to play:

Purchase the following for yourself and/or others via Amazon. You must purchase three e-books for a chance to win a threesome tee. Though it’d tickle our frisky fancies if you purchased all three, any combination works. In other words, if you’ve read August’s book and loved it, you’re welcome to gift it to three friends. Or you could gift two of Kristine’s book to friends and nab mine for yourself. You get the idea. Then in the comments below, let me know that you’ve made three purchases. (How often do you get to say things like, “I ordered my thriller threesome!” ???) If your name is drawn, I’ll request proof of purchase. We’re giving away six shirts, so your chances are good!

The playmates:

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Addicted to Love, by CJ West:

Wes Holiday sells his landscaping business and retreats to a quaint mountain town to heal after ending a ten year relationship with a woman he couldn’t bring himself to marry. In three weeks he is so captivated by a hair stylist that he deprives himself of food and sleep to be near her. When the local sheriff is murdered, Wes is recruited to keep the peace in the town his parents built, but he knows nothing about law enforcement and he’s struggling to understand how a woman he just met can dominate his every waking thought. Soon the idyllic town with a penchant for romance is rocked by a bizarre series of murders that defy explanation and it is up to Wes to stop a raging epidemic of violence. Purchase via Amazon

Deadly Addiction, by Kristine Cayne:

When beautiful police sergeant Alyssa Morgan enters his life, Rémi Whitedeer never expects her to upend it. Not only does she have his hormones in an uproar, she’s also threatening to take the position he wants–Chief of Police for the Iroquois Blackriver Reservation. But Alyssa is more than a Barbie cop. Her ends-justifies-the-means philosophy, so different from his own, challenges Rémi on every level. With her sharp investigative skills and her fearlessness, she leads Rémi to confront bitter truths about his family and his standing as a man of mixed race within his tribe.

Tall hunky Rémi Whitedeer, of the panty-melting grin and the smoldering green eyes, flips Alyssa’s world ass over teakettle. She’s always had a laser-like focus on the job, but Rémi proves a constant distraction. His inner strength and sense of purpose strip away the winner-take-all attitude Alyssa wears like armor. Soon she’s longing for more–a more that terrifies and intrigues her. If he finds out the fine line she’d walked while undercover, will he still want her? And will she ever find the courage to let him–or anyone–that far in?

When Alyssa and Rémi uncover a drug-fueled scheme involving a biker gang from Alyssa’s past and a militant sovereigntist group led by Rémi’s cousin, they are forced to choose between their growing love for each other and the lives they’ve worked so hard to build. Will Rémi and Alyssa have to leave everything behind–even their identities–for the chance of a future together? Purchase via Amazon

In Her Shadow, by August McLaughlin:

One woman locked in a basement, nearing death and longing for escape. Another baffled by the inexplicable symptoms wreaking havoc on her life. Both are lost and alone, yet somehow connected. And time is running out…

Near the tenth anniversary of her parents’ unexpected death, Claire Fiksen, a lovely young Harvard-grad and gifted psychologist in Minnesota, develops bizarre symptoms of an eating disorder that threaten her fledgling career, her relationship with a handsome young medical student, her grasp on reality and, soon, her life.

When her beloved grandfather reveals that there may be more to her parents’ death than she’s realized, Claire’s pursuit of healing becomes a desperate search for answers as she delves into her family’s sordid past. Meanwhile, someone is watching her every move, plotting to draw her into her own twisted web of misery. Claire has something he needs, and he’ll stop at nothing to obtain it. Every step Claire takes brings her closer to the truth and danger. And her life, she discovers, isn’t the only one at stake. Purchase via Amazon

For more threesome fun and more chances to win, visit Blogging with Kristine Cayne and Savor the Storm with August McLaughlin

Wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day and, if you choose to play, a very thrilling threesome. 🙂

August, Kristine and C.J.

Have you ordered your Thriller Threesome? Do tell! Spicy details and creativity welcome!


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (12)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 12: This is the Big One

The meteors are raining down. The end is just minutes away. The sun is setting and the end of the world will be spectacular light show or orange sky, streaking balls of flame, and explosions hitting the earth.

You can be anywhere in the world to watch the spectacle.

Where do you go to watch?

Who do you bring with you?

Feel free to post pictures on my facebook fan page.

Thanks for playing along. I hope you enjoyed the Mayan Apocalypse.

See you tomorrow. Maybe!

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (11)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 11: I’ll Have What He’s Having

Life was good for about ten hours. Your new lover arrived and you spent a blissful night together.  In the early morning hours the two of you slipped outside to view the stars. You held hands, looked up into the sky and far to the south, streaks of light rocketed down from the heavens.

At first the white-hot streaks could have been shooting stars, but they continued for ten minutes then twenty. They kept coming by the dozens all morning long.

When the sun rose, other couples came out and gaped as you all watched the streaking balls of stone crash to earth in little fireballs all along the horizon.

By breakfast it was clear the strikes were coming closer, raining down, destroying everything in a slow march of burning rock headed toward the army base. The good news was that the zombies were being wiped out en masse. The bad news was that there was nowhere to hide from the relentless meteor shower.

The team decides that driving north is futile. You have a full day to enjoy before the meteors start hitting.

What do you choose for you last meal? Don’t forget dessert!

Feel free to post pictures on my facebook fan page.

 

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (10)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 10: It’s Your Turn

First thing in the morning on day 10 you fly in your twelve couples and turn them loose on the base. None of them complained about your lousy flying because they were so grateful to be safe of the zombies and have plenty of food and water, they’d follow you anywhere.

Your zombie-killing friends took the liberty of finding mates of their own. The group elects you mayor. Everything is great. You are in charge. You’re safe. Everyone is happy. You just need someone to spend your quality time with.

In your position, you can have any person on earth you choose.

Who will it be?

 

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (9)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 9: A Matchmaker for all Time

It only took one day for the survivors to get restless inside the military base. Whether it was bravado or boredom, they all ventured outside the gate in search of something to help the camp.

You decided to play it safe, stay behind the fence with your friends from the jeep, and practice flying one of the three remaining helicopters. After a few hours you learned to get ten feet off the ground and hold steady. You didn’t dare go any higher until you saw a huge dust cloud a mile away.

You flew up one hundred feet saw your new friends surrounded by a dazed horde numbering in the hundreds. You wobbled and fluttered back down as fast as you could and crashed to the deck so hard it felt like the landing gear was going to fall off as soon as you got airborne again.

You sucked so badly at flying,  your zombie-killing friends refused to get in the helicopter, so you all hopped into a Hummer and sped out of the camp. By the time you reached the wreckage it was too late. The fifty caliber on top of the roof screamed out rounds into the horde, but the zombies had already cornered the band of wandering survivors and devoured them.

All you could do was turn back and get inside the fence before you were overrun.

When the horde finished feeding and moved along you were left with the realization that you needed to start repopulating the world with new survivors.

Choose 12 couples to begin the process. They need to be young and healthy enough to have lots of kids. They don’t have to like or even know each other yet.

Who will you choose?

 

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (8)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 8: A Modern Day Noah

The sun rose over the killing field on day 8 and peace returned to the plain. The survivors tested the military living quarters, and enjoyed watching the herds of animals prance around the base, but by noon they grew antsy.

The body count outside the fence lulled many into thinking the zombies wouldn’t return and they ventured outside the fence in search of things they’d need later. You suspect this wasn’t borne of real needs at all. Many men saw how you were heralded as a hero and they are jealous.

They leave the base in search of something that will prove their worth and endear them to the group. Several approach you and ask what you think the group needs to survive the winter. They’re willing to go to any length to collect what you require.

Will you play Noah and ask to collect seeds for planting and animals to populate the grounds inside the fence? You have plenty of fresh water and weapons and ammunition to last two lifetimes.

Is it safe to send them outside at all? What will you ask them to bring back?

 

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

 If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.

 

 


The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (7)

The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.

Day 7: A Hero, A Leader, and the Spoils of Fame

The zombies are stupid and they can only move at a slow walk, but they have a keen sense of smell and they never give up.

On day six you learned that it wasn’t just the bear out in front of the zombie horde. What began as a few zombies following the scent of a deer, grew exponentially. More zombies joined the chase.  Deer, moose, and bears kept out ahead of them, entire habitats were stripped of any animal too big to crawl in a hole and hide.

Most animals easily kept out ahead. Even though the zombie horde stretched through swamps and forests and became miles wide, the animals bounced ahead of them, grazing and keeping up the pace without straining.

People weren’t so calm. You picked up six desperate hitchhikers, filling every seat in the jeep and adding two men on the roof. The caravan of vehicles ahead of the horde was packed to overflowing, every seat filled, men atop the vehicles acting as scouts and snipers. Eventually this group would run out of fuel and in a day or two the zombies would catch up and devour everyone.

The road opened to a sprawling plain, dotted along its center with a fifteen foot fence. The deserted army base gave you an idea and you raced ahead and stopped the convoy.

The survivors sprang to action on your orders. Four wheel drive vehicles followed you along the fence line. Buses and big rigs lined up on a diagonal to the entrance. And a hundred men rushed inside to the armory.

Thousands of animals approached two miles ahead of the zombie horde. The four wheelers revved up and drove the herd south like a mechanized cattle drive. The animals refused to go back toward the zombies. They knew certain death awaited them there, so they followed the fence and get funneled onto the army base where they could live safely from the zombies until they became your dinner.

The zombies approached two hours later and the awesome military firepower you had aligned along the fence mowed them down. They weren’t smart enough to veer off and save themselves, so you were forced to conserve ammunition, but your team took them down until only stragglers remained.

When the dust settled, you were behind the fence on 20,000 acres of a military reservation with enough food to last for months. The grateful survivors proclaimed you their hero and offered you any reward you chose.

What would you ask for?

 

You’ll need something to do in the post-civilized world, so order one of my books while Amazon’s servers are still up and UPS is still delivering! Your money won’t be worth anything on December 22nd, so spend it while you can.

If you’ve never read me try: The End of Marking Time, Sin & Vengeance, or Dinner At Deadman’s. Or get a signed book and help needy kids at www.22wb.com.