Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Big Apple

I don’t get to New York as often as I’d like, but when I do, I enjoy every minute I spend in the Big Apple.  It always feels a bit chaotic, but to those who live there I imagine it’s better described as organized chaos. The city seems to sizzle with energy and there is never a shortage of things to do or see. I’m not sure I could live there since I need my sleep and there really is too much going on to rest, but I’ll continue to visit as often as possible and I can always sleep when I get home.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Steals and Deals

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Flee into the jungle and fight for your life on this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday

For this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday blog hop, let’s head to Mexico, and when paradise turns deadly, flee into the jungle and fight for your life - Marked in Mexico. 

Jessica cringed as she watched one man hold Jack’s head back while the other man landed three solid punches into Jack’s gut. He barely flinched as each blow landed, but she did. Jessica felt responsible for the pain, realizing the noise which had distracted the man from touching her had been no accident. Now Jack was paying the price. She didn’t understand why he had done it, but was thankful. 

As she was shoved into the van, the two men released Jack and assumed their places in the front seats. She hit her head on the floor and winced as a sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull. Jessica struggled to right her balance, rolling around to a sitting position with her back against the van wall and bracing her feet to keep from tumbling over as the van jerked forward and bumped along down the dirt road. 

One man drove, one sat in the passenger’s seat turned around with his gun pointed at them and the third sat at the rear of the van with his weapon at the ready to prevent anyone from trying to escape the back door. 

Jessica sat quietly. She looked over at the two girls and tried desperately to remember their names. For some reason Megan and Ashley sounded right. Her heart went out to them. Jack had saved her from the unpleasant treatment they had received, but Jessica feared it wouldn’t be the last bullet she’d have to dodge. 

The balding man was Gilbert something. She remembered him because he had a loud mouth. He was always talking about real estate deals and was apparently very successful at it, because his wife was far too young and beautiful to tolerate him unless his wealth had clogged her ears and blinded her sight. 

She glanced over at Jack and their eyes met. She hadn’t paid attention before, but now noticed his lids were heavily lashed and his eyes a deep, dark brown that held little warmth. There was something dangerous and mysterious in the depth of the darkness which made her shudder. Unlike everyone else, there was no fear in his eyes, only contempt. 

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Friday, August 23, 2013

Setting The Scene

The setting is clear in my mind, but how accurate are my memories? I’m pleased to report, not bad. My latest work in progress is set in a remote section of Wyoming where cell coverage is spotty at best, elevations exceed 9,000 feet on the road and some peaks top 11,000 feet, the weather is unpredictable, the scenery is stunning, and the people who live there are a special breed of tough.  

During my last visit to the area I set out to refresh my memory along the Chief Joseph Scenic Highway. The green grasses and vegetation against the red dirt is a dramatic contrast, and the elk, deer, and moose are abundant and on the move, trying to build up their stores of body fat before the harsh winter approaches. The view from the highest bridge in Wyoming is spectacular even on a drab day and the immensity of the landscape is humbling.  Combining the rugged environment, rapidly changing weather, lack of full-time residents, and the physical barriers to communication, I know I’ve found the setting for my next novel.  

I do this a lot and have discovered over the years that I can double my enjoyment of a place by absorbing its essence and allowing my mind to scout the possibilities for a far-flung adventure. Now, with the images freshly etched in my mind, it’s back to the keyboard and a story full of danger, action, and suspense. 

In the meantime, check out my recently released international adventure thriller, Shrouded In Secrets, on Amazon. Available in trade paperback or Kindle for just $2.99.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Dreams of Gold

Take one hunky sheriff of the old West’s Wyoming Territory and add a feisty city gal from the East and you have the makings of a truly entertaining and exciting story. This book contained multiple plot elements, and was well developed and written. If I had one complaint, it would be that the story wrapped up too quickly. The sparks between the characters were strong enough to carry the story even further. Overall, Dreams of Gold was a great book and I look forward to reading more works by this author.
 
For more on Linda Carroll-Bradd visit http://www.lindacarroll-bradd.com

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Sneak Peak Sunday – Shrouded In Secrets

Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday for August 18. Here’s the first six paragraphs of my new release, Shrouded in Secrets. For trivia, reviews, and general information on all my adventure novels, follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill. I Hope you enjoy the adventure.
Kokush inhaled the smoke from his pipe and forced the intoxicating tobacco deep into his lungs. Still, no clear visions penetrated the fog, only a feeling of dread he could not explain or expel from his mind.
The Asháninka men, bodies painted and seated on woven mats around their revered shaman, passed a hollowed-out gourd filled with thick, bitter liquid. Each man sipped the hallucinogenic drug made from a native vine and handed the bowl to the next, until the syrup was gone.
A low beat from the two-headed monkey-skin drum grew louder as a melancholy mantra emanated from the group, drowning out the deafening hum of the nighttime insects. The men rose and continued to chant and sing as they began the ancestral dance used to encourage the spirits and wise supernatural beings to communicate with Kokush. The women joined in, the ground vibrating in response to the rhythmic stomping of their feet, while the children watched from under the raised-floor houses encircling the communal area.
Flames blazed in the center of the ceremonial grounds, casting an unnatural glow over the dancers and eerie shadows skittered through the trees. A sweet smoke from the wood and herbs burning on the fire filled their nostrils, coaxing the participants into a trance-like state of mind. Moving with a graceful ease made possible by the intoxicating effect of the vine and tobacco, they waited for their ancestors to speak.
As the shaman often did, Kokush slipped silently from the circle, giving his people the illusion he had vanished and joined the spirit world. He had been taught the art of disappearing by his grandfather, which wasn’t difficult once his audience succumbed to the drugs and got caught up in the ceremonial fervor, and the thick smoke created a hazy curtain to conceal his movements.
He usually used the tactic to reinforce to the villagers that he possessed special powers and was worthy of being their spiritual leader. Tonight, he needed time to organize his thoughts and try to decide what to do. He didn’t want to frighten his people, but he was certain something evil would soon descend upon them. Unsure of what or when, how could he warn them? His gut told him they should flee, but he didn’t know how soon or how far they needed to run…
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Adventure Novel Released

Shrouded in Secrets was released today, August 14, by Prism Book Group. The novel is available in trade paperback and ebook through Amazon and Prism Book Group. Ebooks are also available through Barnes and Nobel and other on-line ebook retailers. 

United by a common mission, bonded by tragedy 

The massacre of an unarmed South American village, destruction of one of the greatest manmade wonders of the world, and multiple museum thefts ignite a desperate scramble to locate a deadly group of terrorists. An international team led by the ruggedly handsome, but emotionally scarred CIA agent, Cash Luker, scours the globe in an attempt to keep ahead of those striving to bring thirteen mythical relics together. As Cash’s team closes in on those responsible for the devastation he must conquer past demons in order to save the woman who has captured his heart and prevent destruction of legendary proportions. 

I hope you enjoy my latest adventure.

 

 
 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Blog Hop – Big Horn Storm on Sneak Peek Sunday

Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday for August 11. Here’s a glimpse at my most current novel, though not for long. I have a new book, Shrouded in Secrets, scheduled to be released August 14, stop back by for details or follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill. Enjoy the adventure here and the adventures to come. 

BIG HORN STORM 

The sound of a man’s voice made Niki’s head whip around as she tried to bring Storm under control. The man was not speaking English and the insignia on his uniform did not belong to the United States military, nor did the uniform sport a maple leaf such as the one she had seen on the helicopter the previous day. Thoughts swirled through her head, making no sense at all, but the one thing she was certain of, was that she was in deep trouble.
Niki reined Storm around, now surrounded by five more men. Her body went rigid as the horse’s legs suddenly stiffened. Storm snorted at the closest man and then pawed angrily at the ground. The men began advancing, smiling and laughing. Niki couldn’t understand what they were saying, but as she spied two more dead bodies on the ground, she felt certain they had no intention of helping her.
Her eyes darted from man to man. She scanned the area and noted that she was still very close to the edge of the ravine. Niki could feel the big horse quiver beneath her and tense, ready to spring at the slightest provocation. She gripped Storm’s sides with her legs and grasped the saddle horn. One man pulled a pistol out of its holster. She doubted he intended to shoot her yet—instant death would be too quick, easy, and preferable. Niki feared he planned to take out her only mode of escape. She couldn’t allow her beloved horse to be shot at point blank range, but most importantly, she couldn’t be delayed too long or she doubted her grandfather would survive.
With a prayer and a swift kick, Niki informed Storm it was time to run for their lives. The horse sensed the danger and cleared the edge of the ravine before the men could react. Niki held on as tight as she could and leaned back to help the horse keep his balance as he lunged down the slope. Rocks dislodged under the fury of his churning hooves as he barreled down the embankment.
They had nearly reached the creek when the first series of shots rang out. Storm shied and turned to follow the creek downstream rather than plunging into the water with its slick bottom at an uncontrolled speed. Another barrage of gunfire pelted the ground, narrowly missing Niki, but hitting nearby rocks, spraying the horse with sharp stone fragments.
A slight bend in the ravine took them out of sight of the shooters and soon the slope was much less intimidating, making it easier for Storm to cross the creek and climb out of the ravine.  Niki released a sigh of relief and encouraged the horse to take it easy as he began his ascent. They had just reached the top when Niki heard the unmistakable sound of two dirt bikes’ engines firing up.  

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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Free Short Story Collection


The following short stories were written by Prism Book Group authors in round-robin style during various promotional events.  Each author took a turn with the story (I participated in Lightning Strikes), adding the next scene, with the freedom to take the book in any direction they chose. These stories are offered free of charge directly through the publisher or through Amazon. 
 
LightningStrikes - After a storm, a major power outage leaves two at-odds neighbors dependent on each other. Forced to unite, will their animosity for each other crash like thunder or will they discover love as lightning strikes? 

After The Storm - Bonded by a harrowing cat rescue, Luke and Rachel are instant friends, but they can’t deny their attraction despite their business relationship. Rachel worries dating her boss is a bad idea, but soon the least of her worries. When two dead bodies are found in their apartment building, Luke is the main suspect. Has Rachel misjudged him? 

A Blizzard Wedding is a continuation of Lightning Strikes and After the Storm. Now engaged, Luke and Rachel fly to the Sky Ridge Mountains for an intimate Valentine’s Day wedding at a ski lodge. When a blizzard hits hard, their wedding is in jeopardy—will Luke be trapped in the storm, or make it to the wedding in time?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

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Sunday, August 4, 2013

Sneak Peek Sunday – Desperate Dreams

Sneak Peek Sunday is a weekly blog hop that allows readers to sample six paragraphs of an author’s novel. This week I’m sharing an excerpt from Desperate Dreams (Kindle and Nook only $2.99). For the latest insights, information, and insanity follow me at https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill.

With a ruling authority too powerful to challenge, only the most courageous will dare to defy the new order and embrace forbidden love.
Nyla wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue to do this, but most of all she didn’t understand why no one else saw how fundamentally wrong the Facility was. The prison held thousands of people who would have been free just several decades ago. Their crimes weren’t crimes. They were simply trying to live the life America claimed to offer and at one time, the country had been exactly that place.
She sat and bowed her head, rubbing her temples, trying to force back the headache she generally got while inside the Facility.  Maybe the fluorescent light was too bright or the air too stale, but no matter the reason, the pain crept behind her eyes as she settled in for the long wait.  Nyla imagined the authorities wanted visitors to feel the chill of the windowless room, to contemplate the silence and the dismal gray concrete walls, ceilings and floor. She figured the depressing décor was meant to discourage any free person from breaking the law and having to be incarcerated. The lack of human contact, color, warmth and sound was unnerving, and it provided too much time to think, making the electrocuting sound of doors opening as footsteps approached an almost a welcome distraction.
“You came,” whispered the tiny woman clad in a baggy fluorescent green jumpsuit.
The appreciative voice interrupted Nyla’s dark thoughts. She stood and smiled the warmest smile she could muster when her heart ached so deeply. Nyla wrapped her arms around the woman’s narrow drooping shoulders and held her tight, not wanting to ever let go, but knowing she must since personal expressions of emotion were strictly prohibited.
The woman cried while Nyla held her, the sounds muffled in her embrace. Every visit began the same way, but it never seemed to get any easier. Nyla suppressed her own urge to release the pain and anger bottled up inside and continued to hug the woman until she had her own emotions under control.
Nyla heard the monitor clear her throat, issuing an unspoken warning to break the physical contact. Nyla forced a smile back onto her lips, repressed the evil thoughts swirling through her mind, released the woman, and stepped back to the required distance.  “Hello Mother.  I’ve missed you.”
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Thursday, August 1, 2013

News of the Day

Be sure to check out my interview on the Book Marketing Buzz Blog, an awesome source for book publishing and marketing info and news, and keep up to speed by following me on twitter at https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill.

Congratulations to Carolyn, who was selected to receive a free ebook of Big Horn Storm and an Amazon gift card, through the Coffee Time Romance July Contests. For a whole new round of contests for August go to http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ContestPage.html#