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Excerpt from The Ancient Tripod of Peace (a Teen Thief-Catchers novel #1) by Kalen Cap w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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Teens Lexi and Gil face relic-thieving secret societies.

Plagued by loneliness in her Lake Erie Islands community, vegan Lexi hopes to make like-minded friends in high school. But her dad’s job is jeopardized when relics are stolen from his museum, changing her priorities. And she finds her new teachers’ eerie dislike of her troubling.

His dad in jail, cipher enthusiast and bacon-loving Gil hopes freshman year will provide a clean slate. Soon, he discovers secret codes within a Shakespearean play while paired with Lexi, pulling him into an ancient mystery.

With the official museum burglary investigation stalled, the mismatched teen sleuths join forces to try and crack the case. Lexi’s inquiries and Gil’s codes capture their teachers’ attention. But these teachers have the stolen Tripod of Peace, a powerful relic sought by rival secret societies. Caught in these societies’ crossfire as thieves wield an instrument of astounding power, Gil and Lexi are in danger.

The Ancient Tripod of Peace is the first book in novelist Kalen Cap’s Teen Thief-Catchers Series. If you like stories with artifact treasures, fighting secret societies, and spirited protagonists, you’ll enjoy this novel.

Enjoy an Excerpt:

Lexi hadn’t met any vegan guys her age, only girls. “Want to join me and Anita later?”

“Sure. I’ll try it out,” Trevor agreed.

“We only have a day to find our code for this topic,” Gil said. “Let’s focus on the project. I don’t want to start out locked in with something weak.”

The three read the project description again. Lexi felt clueless. She asked the others how to begin.

Gil said the topic related well to his social science fair project the year before on secret codes in writing.

Lexi rolled her eyes. From the way Gil told it, the project was designed for him. Full of yourself maybe?

Trevor said he spent part of a summer in Greece the year before when his father ran workshops there. There, he’d learned about ancient Greek history. Lexi didn’t mind as much when Trevor made it sound like his experiences aligned with the project. Unlike Gil’s, Trevor’s voice soothed her.

Trevor and Gil both stared at her expectantly. She blushed, first believing they were checking her out. But she soon realized they wanted to hear her special connection to the project topic.

“My grandmother usually teaches history here, too. She gave the opening talk at assembly. Oh, and my granddad’s an actor. He used to be a professional and acted in lots of Shakespeare. They can give me pointers,” Lexi said. My grandparents? That’s my “in” on the project? I’m such a loser. She was determined to not be the weakest link in the group.

About the Author:

Kalen Cap is a writer living in Ohio and regularly commutes back and forth between Columbus and Port Clinton residences. Set among the Lake Erie Islands, “TheAncient Tripod of Peace” is his second novel, first of the Teen Thief-Catcher series. His first novel, “Tangled Ties to a Manatee,” was published in 2012.

Author website – http://www.kalencap.com
Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/Kalen-Cap/e/B007XZEKTC/

Author’s facebook page for the new series – http://www.facebook.com/TeenThiefCatchers/

Buy the book at https://www.amazon.com/Ancient-Tripod-Peace-Thief-Catchers-Novel-ebook/dp/B07B29FTBX

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Excerpt from The Sage Stone Prophecy by N.S. Wikarski w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

The Sage Stone Prophecy

by N.S. Wikarski

 

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GENRE: Adventure, Mystery

 

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BLURB:

 

Where do you hide a mysterious artifact that could change the course of history? You scatter clues to its whereabouts across the entire planet. Five objects buried beneath the rubble of lost civilizations point to the hiding place of the fabled Sage Stone. A secret society and a fanatical religious cult vie against one another in a global treasure hunt to claim the prize. The Arkana wants to preserve it for posterity. The Blessed Nephilim wants to exploit it to create a terrifying new world order. Only one faction can win. More importantly, only one can survive.

 

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“Why don’t I stop you right there.” Cassie placed a cautionary finger on Griffin’s lips. “Are you trying to tell me you love me?”

 

“Yes, thank you!” He beamed with obvious relief. “You’ve hit upon the very conversational precipice I was inching towards.”

 

Cassie laughed. “That’s not news. I care about you too.”

 

“You do?” He searched her face eagerly.

 

“Absolutely.” She gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. “Everybody at the Arkana matters to me—Faye and Maddie and Zach and Hannah and maybe even Erik, a little. But you most of all.”

 

Griffin sighed. “No, love. You don’t understand.”

 

She blinked at his choice of words.

 

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m in—”

 

“Hey, stop dragging your feet!” Maddie’s voice bellowed from the porch. “We’re all waiting for you!” She gave the door several thumps with her fist for emphasis.

 

“On our way,” the Pythia called out. Turning to Griffin, she said, “Hold onto that thought, whatever it is. We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we get back home.”

 

“Right! Brilliant! All the time in the world to get our relationship sorted out,” the Scrivener remarked bleakly as he followed her to the waiting helicopter. “Assuming this isn’t our last day on earth.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

“There’s a 52% chance that the next Dan Brown will be a woman … or should we just make that 100% now?”

–Kindle Nation Daily

 

Nancy Wikarski is a fugitive from academia. After earning her Ph.D. from the University of Chicago, she became a computer consultant and then turned to mystery and historical fiction writing. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, the Society Of Midland Authors, and has served as vice president of Sisters In Crime – Twin Cities and on the programming board of the Chicago chapter. Her short stories have appeared in Futures Magazine and DIME Anthology, while her book reviews have been featured in Murder: Past Tense and Deadly Pleasures.

She has written the Gilded Age Mystery series set in 1890s Chicago. Titles include The Fall Of White City (2002) and Shrouded In Thought (2005). The series has received People’s Choice Award nominations for Best First Novel and Best Historical as well as a Lovey Award for Best Traditional Amateur Sleuth.

 

Her seven-book Arkana Archaeology Mystery Series is a #1 Amazon Bestseller. Titles include The Granite Key (2011), The Mountain Mother Cipher (2011), The Dragon’s Wing Enigma (2012), Riddle Of The Diamond Dove (2013), Into The Jaws Of The Lion (2014), Secrets Of The Serpent’s Heart (2015), and The Sage Stone Prophecy (2016).

 

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https://www.facebook.com/pages/N-S-Wikarski/111546722263900?ref=hl

 

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Happy Release Day to Caveman (A Time Travel Romance #1) by Avery Kloss w/an excerpt & giveaway!

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Caveman
by Avery Kloss
A Time Travel Romance #1
Publication Date: August 3, 2015
Genres: Action / Adventure, Contemporary, Fantasy, Romance

Purchase: Amazon

After crashing in a freak electrical storm, Janet Delgrange and three other passengers find themselves trapped in the past. They are not alone, traveling amongst long-extinct, giant creatures and the Clovis people, who are primitive and fierce. In order to survive, they must adapt, joining a close-knit tribe, whose alpha hunter, Gundre, frightens and fascinates Janet. Although the language and cultural barriers are extreme, they form a bond … and find a love ten thousand years in the making.

Excerpt for Caveman #1

 

“This really isn’t funny, Phil,” I said. “Quit playing games. I know those images are from one of your trips.” Tears formed in my eyes, as the toll of the ordeal began to manifest. “I just want to go home. I’m so damn tired of walking and starving.”

“I’m not playing games.” He held the camera. “Come with me. I’ll show you for real, but we gotta be quiet.”

“Fine. I hope it’s not far.”

“Over the ridge. I sat on the hill watching them.”

“Right.” I didn’t believe him for a second, thinking maybe he had seen a mirage or had lost his mind. I felt like I was losing mine.

We wandered through a field to an incline, where we scrambled to the top, my heart racing from the exercise. Before we had reached the ridge, Phil grabbed me. “Easy. Look over carefully. We don’t want them to see us.”

“Okey dokey.” I dropped to the ground, grateful to be seated, while Phil lifted his head, his face partially hidden in tall grass. “There. Look.”

I took a peek, seeing what appeared to be a campsite in the distance. Two men, who wore what looked like leather skirts, sat and ate, the smoke from the fire lifting into the air, carried by the wind in another direction.

“Campers?”

“Look through this.” He gave me the camera.

I lifted it to my eyes, staring into the distance. The people at the camp sat on the ground, with what appeared to be fur on their feet, tied with strips of leather. They were men, with incredibly long hair and beards, their bodies muscled and stocky.

“What do you think? Am I making it up? Does that look like a video to you?”

“No.” I continued to look, mesmerized by the spectacle, the carcass of an animal on the ground near the fire. “I … I don’t know. Where the hell are we?”

“It’s more like when the hell are we?”

“What?” I gave him the camera.

“I’ve been thinking about this. Something’s not right with this picture at all. That mastodon … that’s … when I saw that, I knew we were screwed.”

“It’s a wildlife preserve.”

He shook his head. “It’s another time and place.”

“What?”

“We’ve ended up in another time and place, Janet.”

“Come on. That’s ridiculous.”

“How do you explain those people?”

“Homeless. They’re living off the grid. People do it all the time.”

“Looking like they just stepped out of the Encyclopedia Britannica?”

“They … they’ve gone back to nature.”

“I remember studying Paleo-Indians in eighth grade. Seeing an artist’s rendering of what he thought they looked like. It was close, but these guys have way more hair.”

I sighed. “That’s totally ridiculous. Go down, and say hi. I bet you five bucks they’re some weirdos living off the land.” That idea appealed to me. “They can direct us to the road. Maybe they have a satellite phone.”

“I’m not doing that.”

I got to my feet. “Then I will. I’m tired of this shit. I’m tired of being out here. I want to go home now.”

He grabbed me. “Get down!” he hissed.

“Ouch!” He dragged me to the ground. “Are you crazy? They’re just a coupla weirdos at a fire. They can help us.”

“We’ve no weapons. Did you get a load of their spears? They look lethal. Did you see their builds? Those men look like they belong to the WWE.”

“The what?”

“Pro wrestlers. I’m not goin’ down there. No way.”

Unpleasant thoughts drifted through my mind. “We need help, Phil. We’re going to have to talk to those guys.”

He stared at his fingernails, which were dirty. “I gotta think about this. Something’s totally messed up about this place.”

“Are you delusional? Are you hearing voices?” Maybe he hit his head in the crash.

“I’m perfectly fine. I’m not nuts. I didn’t bang my head. I’ve been observing people my entire life, Janet. It’s what I do for a living. I’ve been a professional photographer for fourteen years. I’ve traveled all over the world. I’ve some experience with this. I know my shit.”

“I know my shit.”

“I’m aware of that, but this is different. Something happened to us on that plane. We … we went through an electrical storm that somehow threw us back in time.”

“Oh, Phil.” I smiled sympathetically. “This experience has been tough on us all. I wa—”

“I’m not crazy!” His eyes blazed. “I’m trying to tell you that we’re in another time and place. Everything we knew before is … over.”

“I want to go down and talk to them.”

He chewed on a nail, staring at me. “If we go, we gotta go together. We gotta stick together.”

“We’re heading in that direction anyhow.”

“I can’t go down unarmed. I gotta find a pocket knife at least.”

“You do that.” I got to my feet, scrambling down the hill. “You get your weapons all in a row.” I was being facetious, but I was too damn tired to care.

When we reached the others, music played, Claire draining the battery of another phone. “Hey, guys.” She smiled, having changed clothes. She wore jeans and a t-shirt. Pink lip-gloss glistened on her lips. “I’m so hungry. What’s there to eat?”

“Nothing,” I muttered.

Phil dug through his luggage, searching for something, lifting out what looked like a pocketknife. “Thank God.”

“Was that in your checked bag?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He slipped it into his pocket, glancing at Martha and Claire. “There are two guys camping in the valley. Janet wants to go down and say hi.”

“What?” Martha sat up. “You see people?”

“People who live off the land,” I said.

“What does that mean?” Claire stopped the music.

“I say they’re Paleo-Indians, but Janet thinks they’re a bunch of survivalists.”

“I’m not buying the time travel theory. It’s completely ridiculous.”

“What are you talking about?” Martha tied her sneakers. “What time travel theory?”

“Phil thinks we’ve gone back in time.”

Claire laughed, “It feels like it.”

“We have. Something happened to the plane. I’ve video of a mastodon on my camera. I’m seeing camels and cavemen. I’d say, yeah. We’ve gone back in time.”

Martha gave me a look, silently communicating. We thought Phil had lost his marbles. “Um … okay.” She got to her feet. “Let’s talk to the campers. I’m sure they’ll know how to contact the authorities.”

“I’m so ready to go home.” Claire held her suitcases, her eyes shaded by sunglasses. “I’m really starving now. I can go two days without food easy, but I usually eat something on the third day.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, I grasped the handle on my bag, dragging it behind me. “Awesome. Maybe the campers have something for us to eat. I’m getting to the point where the bugs are starting to look good. Protein, you know.”

“Ew … that’s gross.”

Martha came up to me. “Is Phil all right?”

“I don’t know. I saw the campers. They look … a little weird. They’re taking ‘being one with nature’ to the next level.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

We trudged onward, strolling through the field to the incline, where we dragged our luggage to the top of the hill. Once we crested, we stared into the valley below, seeing for miles and miles, until a forest appeared far in the distance, with a mountain range jutting beyond.

“There is nothing out here,” muttered Martha. “Absolutely nothing.”

Phil pointed. “Not true. Natives. Check ‘em out.”

“The campers?” Claire stared. “I see them. I hope they’re cooking something good. I’m so hungry.”

I remembered the image in the video of the man drinking the blood from the animal. “Oh, it’s gonna be good, all right,” I said sarcastically. “If you’re a vampire.” Not wanting to waste more time, I passed them, dragging the luggage down the hill. I planned to prove Phil wrong by communicating with the men, who would no doubt speak English.

We stirred up a fair amount of dust, our approach anything but stealthy, and when Claire tripped and stumbled, screaming, “Fuck my life!” The men at the campsite took notice, springing to their feet. “I ripped my jeans. These are Dolce & Gabbana!”

Several blisters had formed on my hands from dragging fifty pounds worth of clothing and water bottles. I tasted dust when I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling thirsty. We were yards away from the campers, approaching slowly, although they stared at us, having brandished their spears.

Phil looked nervous; a sheen of perspiration had appeared on his forehead. “Slow, guys, slow.”

“What on earth?” Martha stared at the men. “What are they wearing?”

“Animal hides or something,” I said. “Hey!” I called, “Hi!” I waved. “Do you guys have a phone?”

We closed the distance fast. The strangers had taken up defensive postures, each with a spear in his hand, while their eyes flashed with alarm.

“Don’t go any further!” shouted Phil. “Stop. That’s close enough.”

I stared at the men, finding them utterly bizarre-looking, their features sharper than our own. The bridge of their foreheads bulged slightly over widely spaced eyes. They did not seem to know who we were, looking at us blankly, fearfully, seemingly just as nervous as Phil was.

“Hi,” I said, garnering their attention. “We’ve been in a plane crash. Do you guys have a satellite phone? We really need to call for help.”

They exchanged a glance, their eyes glittering with confusion, although I glimpsed a hint of intelligence in the taller man. The man with the unibrow spoke, uttering something guttural that did not sound like any language I had ever heard.

Phil came up behind me, murmuring, “What did I tell you, Janet?” He indicated the campers. “Meet primitive man. Primitive man, meet Janet.”

I threw my head back laughing.

“This is super creepy,” said Claire. “What’s going on?”

Not believing what Phil said for one moment, I continued forward, approaching the men, who stared at me with wild, frightened eyes. “Hi. I really need you guys to quit the whole historical reenactment thing. I appreciate the effort. You look fantastic, but we’ve just been in plane crash. We haven’t had any real food in days. We need to use your phone.”

In a flash of movement, I stared at a spear tip, pointed directly at my face.

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About Avery Kloss

Having grown up on military bases and traveled the world, Avery Kloss is happily settled now, and ready to pursue her dream of writing. Her first effort is the time travel romance trilogy “Caveman”, which will be followed shortly by “Caveman 2” and “Caveman 3”.

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