Murder, Just Because Book Tour

MURDER, JUST BECAUSE by author Yolanda Renée is on tour from April 1^st to May 1^st, 2020. There will be reviews, guest posts by the author or a character, Q&As with the author or a character, excerpts, a Top 10 list, and spotlights. Book formats offered for review include paperback, Mobi, ePub, and PDF. There will also be an awesome tour-wide giveaway.

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About Murder, Just Because:

It was a matter of beginner’s luck, but rookie detective Steven Quaid’s career and reputation as an elite investigator skyrocketed when he captured one of the most sadistic serial killers in Alaskan history: Stowy Jenkins, AKA the Snowman. But that was ten years ago.

And now…Jenkins is back. Escaped from prison and on the move, his bloodlust is stronger than ever, and his methods of torture are even more horrifying than before. As his bloody rampage continues and the number of mutilated bodies mounts, terrified Alaskans increasingly doubt Quaid’s ability to catch the killer again. The detective’s reputation is on the line, and he’s going to need a lot more than luck, because this time, Jenkins is driven by more than the thrill of a random kill.

This time, it’s more personal. He’s out for revenge…and his ultimate target is Quaid. In a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, Jenkins starts picking off the people in Quaid’s life…slowly, gradually tightening his circle of corpses and drawing ever closer to the most important person in Quaid’s life…his wife. Can Quaid do the impossible again? Can he outmaneuver the killer, or has the detective’s luck finally run out?

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The Snowman’s cruelty knows no bounds, 

but the object of his hate knows no fear.

Excerpt:

Stowy lolled in his basement bedroom in his underwear, lazily browsing the Internet in a half-hearted attempt to catch up on the local news. Most of it was boring, boring, boring, but one tidbit caught his attention. The corners of his mouth curved upward, and then he laughed out loud.

“So, Quaid’s on his honeymoon and won’t be back to work until after the new year, huh? Oh, we’ll just see about that. I’ve got some mighty fine surprises in store for you, Mr. Big Shot. For you and your bride.”

“Stowy, breakfast is ready!” his mother yelled down the steps.

With a growl, he jumped up and raced upstairs. “Dammit! How many times do I have to tell you not to yell my name? What if a neighbor hears you?” He knocked her sideways with a sharp slap. “Don’t do it again!”

“I’m sorry,” she said, gently rubbing her cheek. “I forgot. Having you here is like old times. I’m just so happy.”

******

You may not like my new thriller, 

but I bet you know someone who will!

Tell me your favorite genre and why it's your favorite

and win a copy of one of the books in 

my Alaskan Murder Series.

Murder, Madness & Love

Memories of Murder

Murder & Obsession

The Snowman

Murder, Just Because

and

coming soon

A Passion for Murder

Happy Anniversary!

&

A Valentine's wish for true believers

and non-believers alike.

Something for everyone!

Enjoy!

EXPRESSIONS OF LOVE

a warm shower

soapy lather

bubbles and spray

intimate touches

stolen kisses

playful caresses

blindfolded

intensity rises

trembling anticipation

tender touches

probing tongues

insistent moans

verbal requests

irresistible demands

voiced joy

pulsations overwhelm

screams of delight

release imminent

crescendo

a warm shower

soapy lather

bubbles and spray

love unbridled.

~***~

Engine 7 4 0 5 9

Seven years we were wed

Five million tears now shed

I pushed you in a rage

Not realizing I'd be caged

Onto the tracks, you fell

At the clang of the engine's bell

That moment's a blur

But witnesses concur

Zero friends have rallied

Their votes I have tallied

Instead, to her they throng

There is nowhere I belong

Two lives' you transformed

On that train platform

My heart was broken

When loves loss was spoken

For I alone held deed

To all your desires and needs

Nine days till the hangman's noose

Did she seduce

These thoughts I still ponder

For time, I can squander

Were you smitten

Did she make your heart quicken

My only regret

I couldn't kill Yvette

But if curses are true

She'll soon be blue

Her breath I'll steal

Your money made the deal

I want your pardon

To walk in heavens garden

Will you find it in your heart

Will death mean a new start

Or has destiny showed
Hell, as our new abode?

~**~

SECRET DESIRES

To be free.

To travel.

To taste the best liquor.

To eat the finest food.

To laugh,

just to laugh.

To smile twenty-four-seven.

To touch

and be touched.

To see you

and have you see me.

To hear you say the words,

and then. . .

To walk away – and never look back.

~***~

YOU FOUND ME

You don’t know me

—yet you found me.

How could you reach me

—so profoundly?

No one is allowed

—that near.

Was it your words?

—Prose that inspired.

Stirred feelings long ago

—desired.

Now denied

—forever decried.

Now I must find a new place

—to hide.

A place even

—words can’t find.

In the darkness so deep.

Neither prose nor light nor

—love will keep.

Yolanda Renée © 2020
~***~

Yes, we do more than murder here. 😊

Pictures are a bouquet of roses from my husband.

This post is dedicated to him – Happy Anniversary!

What is Horror

Sunrise the morning of a storm.

Yolanda Renée © 2020

 Horror

Horror is

life – without purpose

love – unrequited

cruelty – without retaliation

work – with no joy

a question – with no answer

hate – misdirected

dysfunction – without family

inspiration – without an artist.

True horror is depression.

A black pit – and no visible escape.

Yolanda Renee © 2015

What's your definition of Horror?

IWSG - Inspiration from Art

Before I took my long hiatus, my blog Defending the Pen had been part of the IWSG since 2008. But since I'm going back to posting author interviews every Monday there - I decided to post my insecurities on this blog. I want to give the author represented there, a full week of exposure for their work.

Just so you know, my insecurities are the same. Even though I have 6 published books, and have had two of my stories accepted for two of the IWSG anthologies, I still wonder about my writing abilities. This time I was ready to quit, ready to just walk away, then I read one of my short stories. 

And I thought, wow, I can write. LOL Yeah, sometimes it takes a kick in the pants. But it gave me the push to publish my last book and to get back to blogging. Besides, I tried painting, but after seeing the work of a horse in New York, I was convinced I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of ever succeeding as an artist. LOL

So, I've dusted myself off, and I'm back in the game - for good this time, well, with shorter breaks anyway. :) 

Insecure Writer’s Support Group

The co-hosts are Lee Lowery, Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Jennifer Hawes, Cathrina Constantine, and Tyrean Martinson!

Don't forget to visit the website:
Insecure Writer’s Support Group Website!!!

February 5 question - Has a single photo or work of art ever inspired a story? What was it and did you finish it? 

Most definitely, every Wednesday a new writing prompt is posted on the Friday Fictioneers Blog site run by Rochelle Wisoff. 

When I first began participating it was a photo prompt and the challenge was to write a flash in 100 words. It was/is great fun. If you're looking for a great challenge, try it!

Here's my first try from July 2, 2015.

ANT FARM

Dad took me to the ant farm. Even spray-painted my initials on the 63' Sedan. Dad loved his baby-blue caddy. I remember him racing, doing crazy eights, and how I choked on the dust cloud swirling like a comet tale as he drove away that fateful day.

Memories of him tinkering, washing, and polishing Abby, a car, my namesake, are all I have left. That and a few faded photographs. A handsome man. The ladies loved him. Did he ever love anyone?

Mom married Hank, a mean son-of-a-bitch.

Stuffing Hank's carcass in the tail of that monument somehow seems apropos.

100 words

Yolanda Renee © 2015

Don't forget February means a new 

writing challenge from the WEP

Check it out!

https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/