No one messes with Saskia Dorn’s family and gets away with it.
The
same murderous shifters who had hunted her sister have attempted to
steal a magical totem pole. Since the pieces are scattered across
Alaska, Saskia, a polar bear shifter, takes her search to the tundra for
any signs of the lost totems.
Instead she finds Sedge, the latest reincarnation of the old Inuit Bear god, who just happens to be the man who broke her heart.
They
come across a small native village tormented by the Jinxioc, evil
gnomes with an appetite for human flesh. Sedge declares he will rid the
people of the menace, believing a totem token is nearby affecting the
devils’ behavior. At his side, Saskia battles to save the tribesmen, but
it could mean sacrificing herself.
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Author Joylene Nowell Butler is on tour this month with MC Book Tours featuring her new novel, Mâtowak Woman Who Cries, being released Nov. 1 by Dancing Lemur Press L.L.C.
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A murder enveloped in pain and mystery...
When Canada's retired Minister of National Defense, Leland Warner, is murdered in his home, the case is handed to Corporal Danny Killian, an aboriginal man tortured by his wife's unsolved murder.
The suspect, 60-year-old Sally Warner, still grieves for the loss of her two sons, dead in a suicide/murder eighteen months earlier. Confused and damaged, she sees in Corporal Killian a friend sympathetic to her grief and suffering and wants more than anything to trust him.
Danny finds himself with a difficult choice—indict his prime suspect, the dead minister's horribly abused wife or find a way to protect her and risk demotion. Or worse, transfer away from the scene of his wife’s murder and the guilt that haunts him...
Mâtowak Woman Who Cries is available in eBook at the following sites:
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Amazon.com.
Excerpt:
Seven
o'clock in the morning and my screams wake me. I see Leland shooting
both our boys dead while Meshango holds Digger in her arms, squeezing
the life from him. I'm tied to the chair opposite Bronson and Declan.
I can't twist free. Blood sprays in my eyes.
Fully
awake now, I sob and rub my eyes. A moment passes before I can see
clearly. It's another moment before I catch my breath. Afraid to
succumb once again to sleep and to the chance of returning to this
horrible nightmare, I wipe my face with both hands. I roll over on my
back and try to focus on happy thoughts. All I can think of is Declan
and how badly I failed him.
The
first time Leland broke his spirit Declan was three. A heat wave had
swept through the Interior and left forest fires roaring. I was
pregnant, my ankles double their size. Every fan in the house ran at
full tilt, but there seemed to be no relief. Declan was playing
outside in the sandbox under the afternoon shade of our birch trees.
Through the screen door I heard his imitation of miniature dump
trucks and imagined him manoeuvring them over the make-believe hills
and valleys of sand. The sound of his sweet voice reminded me of an
ad for the Disney Jungle Book movie. I hear him now, a happy little
boy with no hint of the young man who would one day kill his brother,
then himself.
Dear
God.
I
wipe my wet face with the bed sheet.
It
was the July long weekend. In those days, besides running his own law
firm, Leland was on the city council.
Being
under a lot of pressure was no excuse.
I
sit up in bed, pulled the duvet to my chest and wrap my arms around
my knees. With my eyes tightly closed, I can picture that day as if
it were yesterday. Declan, three years old again.
Due
to the intense heat I had prepared a second pitcher of lemonade for
Leland. I planned on sitting outside on the veranda where there was a
slight breeze. Being heavy with child made my response time slow.
Declan wanted a drink and banged on the screen door for my attention.
The door had one of those awkward latches. I hollered, “I'm
coming.”
Possibly
he didn't hear me or grew impatient. I had the pitcher in both hands
and resting it on my stomach. My intent was to carry it to the table
so Leland could have his drink, and then let Declan in. He was only
three, impatient. He banged again, loudly. Leland looked at the door.
I tried to hurry. I set the pitcher on the table. Declan kicked the
door. Leland was out of his seat, sweeping past me. He hurled the
door opened, reached down, yanked Declan up by one arm until he was
level with Leland's shoulder, and then struck Declan across his
backside. Declan screamed. I screamed.
“Leland—stop!”
He
wouldn't.
I
rushed towards them—grabbed his arm. “Stop it. Put him down.
You're hurting him.”
When Joylene's father died in 1983, she wrote her first full–length manuscript to channel her grief. The seven-year process left her hooked and she began Dead Witness within a few weeks of finishing Always Father's Child. Today Joylene is the author of three suspense novels: Dead Witness, Broken But Not Dead, and the steampunk collaboration Break Time. While she'll admit being published didn't fix all the wrongs in her life, she wishes her parents had lived to see her success. Dead Witness was a finalist in the 2012 Global eBook Awards. Broken But Not Dead won the 2012 IPPY Silver Medal and its sequel Mâtowak Woman Who Cries is due for release November 1, 2016.
Joylene lives with her husband and their two cats Marbles and Shasta on beautiful Cluculz Lake in central British Columbia. They spend their winters in Bucerias, Nayarit, Mexico.
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