@SensuousPromos #BookTour ‘Loves, Myths and Monsters’ by @scooterismine #Contest

Welcome to Sensuous Promos Book Tour for Loves, Myths and Monsters! JoAnne Myers has quite a few books out there, and this is one you don’t want to miss!

11 urban and mythical tales entwined within the human world and starring the
Mothman, the Chupracabra, time travel, reincarnation, a demonic cellmate, a
Quaker love story, werewolves, mermaids, and a serial killer family from 1873.


from “Moon People”
laid it on really well. “I thought I loved Constance, but after seeing you, I
knew we were soul mates,” Drake told Vanessa. “I’d like to take you to the
festival today. Meet me at the backdoor of the fun-house, but don’t tell
Constance, I don’t want her following you and making a scene.”
made a wise decision, Drake,” Vanessa said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
knew Vanessa would bring Gretchen, and that was the plan.
the fun-house, I hid inside when Vanessa and Drake entered. The exhibits were
not open to the public for another two hours, so—if my plan failed—Drake and I
both were dead.
Vanessa by the hand, Drake led her down a dark corridor. “Where are you taking
me?” she asked playfully.
monster masks on this side of the fun-house,” he said, leading her to the back
door and abruptly stopping.
around, Vanessa saw nothing but janitor equipment. “Hey, what’s gong on?” she
asked, confused. “Where are the scary masks?”
here,” Drake said, removing the dried seaweed from his pocket.
threw it into her face, blinding her and scorching her flesh. Screaming as loud
as she could, she turned to ash.
bastard!” Gretchen shouted on hearing Vanessa’s death scream. “Better ones than
you and Constance have tried to kill me and failed.”
off like a shot, Drake ran down an opposite hall leading into the maze of mirrors
with Gretchen following. From where I stood, I heard their approaching
footsteps and raced to the other side of the maze.
Gretchen cornered Drake. When Gretchen realized he was out of seaweed, she
advanced slowly, enjoying every instant of his anticipated murder.
to her steps, I knew exactly where she was. Immediately, I flipped on the
overhead lights, giving Gretchen the shock of her life. She was in the maze of
funny mirrors surrounded by images depicting her beautiful face as distorted
and grotesque. Horrified, she became hysterical before melting into a stinking
ooze of fish scales.
Drake said.
but it’s over. Willowick is saved,” I said, and slowly I crept into his arms.
I used my conch and contacted Poseidon and the others. I told them they were
unwelcome in Willowick. Instead, I suggested they go far away into Asian
waters, telling them it was too dangerous here, humans had learned how to kill
our kind.
JoAnne lives in Ohio, and works at a local nursing home. The author of 7 books, JoAnne also canvas paints. JoAnne enjoys time with relatives, her dog Jasmine, and volunteers her time within the community. She is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center.  JoAnne
believes in family values and following your dreams. Her original canvas paintings, can be found at: 

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@SensuousPromos #BookTour ‘Murder Most Foul’ by JoAnne Myer

 Welcome to Sensuous Promos Book Tour for
Murder Most Foul by JoAnne Myers!
two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small
industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between
contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest,
the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime
scene, everyone becomes a suspect.
The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse,
believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously
handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie
believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. Determined to find
the truth, before anymore killings, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a
gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death.
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As dusk
turned to night the two men raced down a dark alley, stinking of rancid
garbage, then through the cluttered yard of an out-of-business welding company.
They stirred up a flurry of stray cats rummaging trash cans and a number of
barking dogs that diligently notified their owners of the chase, until Harmon
outran the transient.
been bird-dogging me for two days, now. Who are you, and what do you want?” he
scrawny man with dope-hungry eyes, said, “My name is Greg Ferris. I think drug
dealers killed them kids.”
yeah,” Harmon sneered. “What do you know?”
I party with the men livin’ under the bridge. Weeks before the murders, me and
Fred Layman seen people sellin’ drugs in the cornfield. Now I know every drug
dealer in town, but I never saw them afore. Then, the evenin’ those kid’s wuz
killed, me, and the Bush Brothers, heard shots comin’ from the cornfield, but
we wuz too drunk to check it out. Days later, when the bodies wuz found, we
figured the murders went on in the cornfield.”
proof?” Harmon asked, releasing Ferris.
said the dead girl’s underwear and a knife, found under the bridge, wuz
confiscated by cops. Then Captain Malloy showed Fred a picture of Vernon James,
and Fred told Malloy the man he saw on the riverbank, wuz not Vernon James.”
Harmon asked, “Did Malloy show anyone else a photograph of Mr. James?”
Bush Brothers,” said Ferris. “Then after the murders, they changed. I think
they know who the killer is and got scared; that’s why they took off. I tried
talkin’ to ‘em about that evenin’ by gettin’ ‘em drunk, but either they passed
out or I did. Then I told ‘em to talk to the cops, but, since Sheriff Brown
laughed at Fred when he told him what he saw, the brothers didn’t think anybody
will believe them either. Plus, there’s this weird guy who sometimes lives in
the cornfield. He eats cats he catches in traps, and collects guns and knives.”
the creep had some good information, Harmon asked, “What caliber guns?”
“I know
he had two handguns, a .22 and a .44.”
can you describe his knives?” Harmon asked.
“He had
two Bowie-types and a third knife, even larger, strapped to his side. The big
one was his favorite. He kept it real sharp.”
his breath, Harmon nodded. “Maybe so, but people said
James carried a knife until the murders. Do you know anything about the dead
heard she talked to a Jane Doe, who -” A shot fired from the nearby darkness
silenced Greg Ferris forever. He dropped to the ground–dead!
out his gun, Harmon whirled around. The sounds of moving bushes gave him his
only lead, and another chase began.
agent ran through the brush and along the railroad track with only star shine
for light. Solely the sound of fading footsteps and an occasional glimpse of a
distorted silhouette kept him going. “Stop! F.B.I.!” he shouted, periodically,
between gulps for air.
killer darted into a backyard. Harmon, stopping at the edge of the lawn, crept
forward, gun extended. Abruptly, he was clubbed from behind and knocked to the round,
losing his weapon.
the agent in the ribs, his attacker had the upper hand, until Harmon grabbed up
a rock and clobbered the sniper’s kneecap.
the killer screamed.
to his feet, Harmon punched the guy…but again was hit from behind. After
regaining his senses, he found himself blinded by a police searchlight, his
assailant long-gone.
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