New Release Giveaway – Evil Speaks Softly by Maureen L. Bonatch

Evil Speaks Softly Book Cover Evil Speaks Softly
The Nightwalkers Series
Maureen L. Bonatch
Paranormal Romance
The Wild Rose Press
October 11, 2017
312

New Release Giveaway

Evil Speaks Softly by Maureen L. Bonatch

1 Lucky Winner Will Receive a $5.00 Amazon Gift Card

and

a digital copy of a book from Ms. Bonatch’s backlist

**Giveaway Eligible in US Only**

Blurb:

They were never supposed to meet. Fame came easy for Liv by following in the footsteps of the female writers in her family. The cycle repeated for decades…until Liv changed the story. Her villain doesn’t like the revision—and he isn’t a fictional character. In his story, the bad guy always wins.

They were never supposed to find love. Liv never questioned her demanding nocturnal muse, or the strange incidents in her old, family home until she met Gage. His job was to watch her from afar, not reveal the truth about the curse and the stories of the dead. They’ve broken all the rules. Together they unravel secrets as they strive to stop the cycle. Liv’s ability to find love, and protect her loved ones, hangs on the fickle whims of the dead—and they’ve got nothing to lose.

Excerpt:

“I met this strange man at the bar last night. He told me some really weird

stuff.”

I paused. When she remained silent, I continued. “He said it was related to my writing.” She watched me with the fascination of one who desperately wanted to look away but couldn’t. As if a deer blinded to the oncoming headlights, she was fixated, trapped. “He said to talk to you.”

I searched her face. I knew my Grams. When resignation settled on her features a knot clenched in my stomach from either fear, or the excitement of validating Gage didn’t fabricate the story. Perhaps he wasn’t crazy.

Grams slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. “He found you?”

I nodded.

She turned to stare out the frosted window where the birdfeeder sat frozen over from the recent snow. “I can’t believe he took that risk. Watchers are never to approach the Recorders. It could totally upset the balance.” She worried her lower lip between her teeth.

When she used the same terms as Gage, my anxiety elevated. I expected her to deny his claims and then we’d laugh about the incident. “Grams, please tell me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a deep breath. “Some weird things happened last night. Occasionally I notice unusual things, but it’s an old house and I have an active imagination, but this time it scared me.”


About the Author:

Maureen Bonatch writes humorous paranormal and snarky fantasy romance with light suspense and usually magic. She loves sharing her love of the extraordinary in the ordinary world, maybe making you laugh a little and occasionally scaring you just a tad.

Maureen grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keep her there. Since her desire to become a Solid Gold Dancer was thwarted when the show was discontinued, she opted to pursue other paths such as belly-dancing, becoming a self-proclaimed tequila connoisseur, fulfilling her role as biker babe to her alpha hubby and surviving motherhood to twins (so far). She is also a Health and Wellness Freelance Writer.

While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, Maureen survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu, her teen twins & alpha hubby keep her in line.


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15 thoughts on “New Release Giveaway – Evil Speaks Softly by Maureen L. Bonatch”

  1. I was about 12 and living with my grandparents. Got up to go the loo and saw something in the bathroom. I thought it was my shadow (full moon streaming in the bathroom window) went to the loo and came back and thought I saw a girl about my age in a long white night gown. It looked old fashioned and was down to her ankles. She smiled and faded away. To be honest I thought I had dreamt it until my sister said to me the next day why did you change your nightie when you went to bed and I asked you if you were ok and you didn’t say anything and walked away. Figment of our imagination? I don’t know but years later my grandmother told me that my grandpa sister had passed when she was 12 from tb. We were’nt scared tho.

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