Year-end Teasers: The 2016 spotlight

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Your favorite bestselling authors have been very busy over the past 12 months. Altogether, BestSelling Reads member authors have published 46 titles. Here’s a quick look back at all the great reading available for your enjoyment this year.

Claude Bouchard

Scott Bury

Barb Drozdowich

Julie C. Gilbert

DelSheree Gladden

Emily Kimelman

Emily’s Sydney Rye Kindle World also launched in May 2016.

Seb Kirby

 

Toby Neal

Renée Pawlish

Kathleen Valentine

Even though Kathleen passed away at the end of October, she published two books in 2016:

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Thursday Teaser: Vigilante

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By Claude Bouchard

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The Vigilante Series currently stands at twelve thrillers with more to come but, once in a while, it’s not a bad idea to go back to the beginning. We hope you enjoy this excerpt from the debut novel, Vigilante, and urge you to leave a comment for a chance to win the first six installments in one volume!

Johnny B. was seated at a stage-side table at the Sex Cave, finishing his third Glenlivet. He liked coming here after dinner, for an hour or so, before going to do his rounds on the street. The girls looked good and occasionally, he offered one a job with his organization. They never accepted but were always polite in their refusal. After all, they knew who he was. He was Johnny B.

He looked at his Rolex and grunted when he saw the time. It was 8:25, time to go to work. He stood and the waitress automatically appeared. Slipping a folded fifty dollar bill deep into the front of her thong, he gave her bare behind a light, friendly slap.

“See ya later, doll,” he said, grinning. “Keep the change.”

Customers were forbidden to touch the girls; the club had strict rules about that. But he was an exception. He was Johnny B.

He strutted down the long narrow staircase which led to the street, preceded by Chuck, his bodyguard. Onto the sidewalk, he paused for a moment, surveying the surroundings through narrow eyes, evaluating the activity. It was a warm summer evening and a lot of people were out. Business would be good tonight.

Crossing the sidewalk to his car, which was conveniently parked in front of the club’s entrance, he climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine as Chuck squeezed his bulky form into the passenger seat. Half a block down, the traffic light was red, so there were no oncoming cars. Johnny B. revved the engine and pulled out onto the street, spinning his tires in the process as he always did. He liked getting noticed.

He turned right on Union and then left on René-Lévesque as he headed for Old Montreal. A number of his girls worked this sector in the summer, especially around Place St-Jacques, which was crowded with restaurants, bars and a slew of prospective clients. Turning right on Beaver Hall Hill, he headed south towards the river, stopping at the red light at the corner of St-Jacques. With the exception of a car which had just turned onto the street at the top of the hill behind him, his was the only vehicle in circulation. Pedestrian traffic was also non-existent.

He always found it amusing how this area could be so quiet, sandwiched between the active sector he had just left and the lively one he was going to. The light turned green and Johnny B. rapidly accelerated through the empty intersection and then decelerated just as quickly to turn left on LeMoyne. As it slowed, the Mercedes exploded into a huge fireball, sending bits and pieces of plastic, metal, flesh and bone flying through the air.

Two blocks behind the explosion, a black Corvette turned left onto Notre-Dame and headed for the cinema.

About Vigilante

vigilanteboxsetDoesn’t everyone fantasize a bit about vigilante justice? Haven’t you ever read or heard of some despicable act of violence and secretly wished you could have the opportunity to make the predator pay? Welcome to the VIGILANTE Series, a growing collection of suspense best sellers best described as thrillers and mysteries which will have you cheering for the assassin as justice is delivered in a clandestine fashion… But remember, this is fiction so it’s not a crime… Available in kindle and print books…

Get the box set: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EPE926Y

About the author

CBouchardUSA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR*

Claude was born in Montreal, Canada, at a very young age, where he still resides with his spouse, Joanne, under the watchful eye of Krystalle and Midnight, two black females of the feline persuasion. In a former life, he completed his studies at McGill University and worked in various management capacities for a handful of firms over countless years. From there, considering his extensive background in human resources and finance, it was a logical leap in his career path to stay home and write crime thrillers.

Read his full bio on his BestSellingReads Author page. And visit his:

And follow him on Twitter @ceebee308.

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Win 10 BestSelling Reads books on an iPad Air 2

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Send us the first line of Chapter 4 from your favorite BestSelling Reads book for a chance to win a brand new iPad Air 2 loaded with the Kindle Reader and 10 books by Bestselling Reads authors.

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To be eligible to win the prize, you must email the first line of Chapter 4 from any book by one of the authors in the list above. It doesn’t have to be one of the books on the iPad Air 2 — in fact, it’s better if it’s a different one.

All you have to do is go to any book in any format by one of those authors, turn to the first page of Chapter 4 and copy the first line into an email to contest@bestsellingreads.com. All correct entries before the end of October 30, 2016 will be eligible to win.

Need more help? Follow these links to the contest authors’ websites to see more of their books.

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Teaser Thursday: Getting Even

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Claude Bouchard

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William stepped into the parking garage from the elevators and, with a glance, confirmed the presence of the Barrys’ vehicles. Though it was possible they had gone off somewhere on foot, he doubted it, having seen Chris and Dave arrive less than an hour earlier toting a couple of grocery bags. In addition, as he had learned the previous evening, Dave was still recuperating from his injuries and not yet likely to walk the distance even to the closest eatery several blocks away.

Stepping out into the chill evening by a side door, he proceeded to walk toward the back of the building, expecting the grounds to be deserted but not leaving anything to chance. As he went, he reflected on the events of the last few days, pleased with the progress he had made in so little time which had led to spending several rather pleasant hours solidifying his new friendship with Barry and McCall. He had yet to determine when and how he would bring his brilliant charade to an end but he knew it would be much more satisfying than anonymously pulling a trigger from a safe distance like a cowardly sniper.

He walked at a brisk pace and was soon approaching the front of the building on the other side, content that his neighbours were all tucked in the warmth and comfort of their homes, enjoying their long weekend and minding their own business. He scanned the visitors’ parking lot as it came into view, noting a handful of vehicles, all of which had been there a couple of hours earlier when he had last checked. Satisfied with the absence of any witnesses, he strolled the short distance across the lawn to the copse of trees which had offered him the needed cover when he had attempted to eliminate Jonathan four days earlier.

“Good, you’re here,” he said in way of greeting to the beefy young man who stood in the shadows of the evergreens. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“You said seven,” the man growled as he glanced at his phone before pocketing it. “I been freezing my ass for twenty minutes.”

“Get yourself a better coat next time,” William replied, unimpressed.

“If you’re trying to motivate me by pissing me off, it’s working,” the man warned. “So, are you serious? We’re doing this?”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” said William, gazing toward the street below the incline. “That’s your car?”

“Yeah, ready to go as soon as I’m done,” the thug confirmed. “You owe me another two-fifty.”

William pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and held out a wad of bills. “Now you can buy that coat I suggested.”

The young hood grinned this time as he stuffed the cash into his jeans.

“You’re funny, I gotta admit,” he said before driving a meaty fist at William, clocking him solidly in the jaw.

William’s eyes glazed and his knees buckled but he managed to stay on his feet. “Again.”

“You’re da boss,” the man replied, lashing out and hitting William below the right eye.

As William began to keel over backward, his paid assailant grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him upright. Holding him up with one hand, he backhanded William with the other then brought the now clenched fist back for another blow on the opposite cheek, this time drawing blood. He released his grip and William crumpled to the ground.

“Juss to make sure it looks real,” the thug muttered before kicking at William a few times, promising some decent bruises to the torso and thighs.

“Those are on the house. Pleasure doing business with ya,” said the man before trotting down to his waiting car.

What’s Getting Even about?

Doesn’t everyone fantasize a bit about vigilante justice? Haven’t you ever read or heard of some despicable act of violence and secretly wished you could have the opportunity to make the predator pay? Welcome to the VIGILANTE Series, a growing collection of suspense best sellers best described as thrillers and mysteries which will have you cheering for the assassin as justice is delivered in a clandestine fashion… But remember, this is fiction so it’s not a crime… Available in kindle and print books…

Book 12 of the VIGILANTE Series

Born of old money, attractive and well educated, philanthropist, William Enright had been the picture of the perfect socialite until his arrest and conviction as Montreal’s “Homeless Killer.”

After spending nine years in British Columbia’s maximum security Kent Institution, William succeeds in executing a masterful escape with only one purpose in mind…

Finding Captain Dave McCall and the others who sent him to hell and, getting even.

You can win a free e-copy. Leave a Comment and Claude will choose winners at random.

About the author

CBouchardUSA today bestselling author Claude Bouchard was born in Montreal, Canada, at a very young age, where he still resides with his spouse, Joanne, under the watchful eye of Krystalle and Midnight, two black females of the feline persuasion. In a former life, he completed his studies at McGill University and worked in various management capacities for a handful of firms over countless years. From there, considering his extensive background in human resources and finance, it was a logical leap in his career path to stay home and write crime thrillers.

Read his full bio on his BestSellingReads Author page. And visit his:

And follow him on Twitter @ceebee308

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Teaser Thursday: Thirteen to None

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Book 8 in the Vigilante Series

By Claude Bouchard

It’s a new year and time for new things. Teaser Thursday is a new feature on BestSelling Reads where we’ll showcase a member’s book with an excerpt and sometimes a giveaway. This week we present new BestSelling Reads member author Claude Bouchard, author of the USA Today Bestselling Vigilante series.

ThirteenToNone As Nose approached the clearing, a house came into view and he could hear voices, likely female, though he couldn’t distinguish what they were saying. Creeping forward, he took cover behind some bushes and as he peered through the branches, he spotted two women, the same two he had seen cruise by on the boat. They were busy at the side of the house, covering some big and bulky object with a large tarpaulin.

Scanning the area, he saw no one else around and hoped these two lovely ladies were alone. He noticed a plane moored at the dock and grinned at the thought of going for a ride with the two women, getting it on in the air. If they were alone, it was likely that one or both were pilots and his fantasy could actually come true.

Deciding there was no time like the present, he stepped into the clearing and moved toward them across the lawn, approaching quickly but soundlessly from behind as they concentrated on their task.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said, his smile and friendly demeanour in contradiction with the pistol he held trained on them.

Startled, both women spun around and stared back at him in shock for a moment before one spoke.
“What the hell is this?” Sandy demanded. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Well, well,” Nose replied, his confidence fuelled by cocaine, single malt scotch and his gun. “Aren’t you a feisty one?”

“She’s not feisty,” Cathy snapped. “You come barging on our property pointing a gun at us. What do you expect? That we offer you a drink?”

Nose grinned. “Actually, a drink would be nice if you’re offering.”

“We’re not offering,” Cathy shot back, taking a step forward.

“Whoa, babe,” said Nose, stepping away and raising the gun. “Stay the f**k where you are.”

“What happens if she doesn’t?” Leslie asked from behind him. “Don’t move and drop the gun or I’ll hurt you real bad.”

Nose stiffened and became statue-like but held onto the gun.

“I know I spoke quickly and you’re probably slow,” said Leslie, “But I really need you to drop the gun right now if you don’t want me to hurt you.”

With his gun arm already extended, Nose suddenly spun around, ready to shoot and in the few seconds which followed, several things happened. First, Nose heard the high-pitched, whirring sound of an electric motor. As he completed his spin, he felt a severe flash of pain and saw his right forearm, from just below the elbow to the hand holding the gun, drop to the ground as blood spewed from his amputated limb. Last of all, he saw a gorgeous but clearly angry woman with flaming red hair, but he only saw her for a second before she slashed deeply into his chest with a battery-powered chainsaw and ended his life.

About Thirteen to None

An iron-fisted crime lord, Butch Kincaid demands an intense, high-risk pace from his men. When he introduces home invasion for death and destruction at his command, his crew is enthusiastic. Butch promises them the summer of a lifetime: multiple invasions, an orgy of terror, rape and murder.

Their first stop, the home of a retired couple in Brighton, Ontario, is a resounding success, as per their standards. Their next stop, several hundred miles away in Knowlton, Quebec, promised to be even more exciting… The home of an attractive and obviously affluent couple… The home of Sandy and Chris Barry.

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About the author

CBouchardBorn and raised in Montreal, Claude completed his studies at McGill University and held various management positions in the corporate jungle before turning to fiction writing full time in 2009. He has since published fourteen works, eleven of which are part of his bestselling Vigilante Series.

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