{"id":3708,"date":"2022-06-30T12:10:36","date_gmt":"2022-06-30T19:10:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3708"},"modified":"2022-06-30T12:10:36","modified_gmt":"2022-06-30T19:10:36","slug":"new-mystery-history-and-prizes-jan-selbourne-and-anne-krist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/30\/new-mystery-history-and-prizes-jan-selbourne-and-anne-krist\/","title":{"rendered":"New! Mystery, history, and prizes! Jan Selbourne and Anne Krist"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Evil Lives in the Night
Two historical, suspense, noir<\/em> novellas

Out now! From award-winning authors Jan Selbourne and Anne Krist, two mysteries written to keep you guessing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Check out <\/strong>our contest below!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Jan Selbourne\u2019s The Next Stop Is Dead, a woman boards a city train one night and finds herself alone in the car with four strangers, all men. When she discovers one of them is dead, she has to find a way to exit the train and get help. Will she escape, or will the next stop be her final one?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Anne Krist\u2019s Missing, sisters Audra and Daina communicate using \u201ctwin language.\u201d But how much difference will that make when Daina disappears? Can Audra find her sister before her abductor ends Daina\u2019s life? Even with the help of an over-protective detective, saving her missing twin might not happen in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Buy links:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

U.S. Amazon Kindle Unlimited<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Australia Kindle Unlimited<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Excerpts:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From The Next Stop Is Dead<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alison buttoned her coat against the cold wind blowing along the platform. Melbourne might be dull and staid, but we<\/em> hosted the 1956 Olympic Games, we<\/em> are known for our theatres and culture and Flinders Street Station was once the busiest in the world. Something the bragging Sydneysiders hadn\u2019t achieved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at the ticket in her hand and up at the train timetable. The next train would go express from Richmond to Caulfield then stopping all stations to Dandenong. You can\u2019t sit here all night.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wheels on the tracks and the train pulled into the platform. Not one of the new blue trains but an old red rattler that should have been pensioned off years ago. Three young, laughing women wearing Footscray Tennis Club jackets got out of the end carriage and hurried down the exit ramp. Feeling miserable, Alison got in hoping she\u2019d be on her own. Empty except for three men sitting together on the last row of seats. She walked to the other end of the carriage and sat down. The whistle blew and the train moved away from the platform and into the tunnel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The train increased its pace through Jolimont Yard and without meaning to, Alison glanced at the three men at the other end of the carriage. They hadn\u2019t moved, just sitting there reading newspapers without speaking. The man next to the window looked at her, lit a cigarette and after blowing a cloud of smoke into the air lifted his newspaper closer to his face. She turned to the window again as they passed the huge Melbourne Cricket Ground, holy ground for cricket fanatics and home of Australian Rules Football. Watching grass grow was more interesting than watching cricket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The train was slowing down to stop at Richmond station. The door opened and she looked up as a man with a newspaper tucked under his arm got in. He walked past her and took a seat on the other side of the aisle. The train began to move out of the station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four men and one woman and they\u2019d express through the next five stations before stopping at Caulfield. Feeling very uncomfortable she held her overnight bag closer and gazed through the window as the train gathered speed. Except for the clattering train wheels it was quiet, creepy quiet. They\u2019d just passed South Yarra station and the reflection in the grimy window moved. That man was looking at her. Oh hell, he was standing up. Her chest thumped when he crossed the aisle and sat beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A wide smile. \u201cWhat are you like with crossword puzzles?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alison felt the blood drain from her face. Should she get up and go closer to the three men? It struck her then they hadn\u2019t spoken or moved since she got on the train.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He lifted his newspaper. \u201cThe crossword is very hard today. Can you help me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her throat went dry. \u201cPardon?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTwo heads are better than one,\u201d he said brightly and pointed to the top of the page. For a few seconds her eyes refused to absorb the words in thick capital letters. DO NOT LOOK UP. GET OUT AT THE NEXT STOP. THE MAN IN THE MIDDLE IS DEAD.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From Missing:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something woke her. She moved and the magazine fell to the floor. Groggy, she scraped her hair back from her face and then rubbed her eyes. She didn\u2019t need to look to see that Daina\u2019s bed remained empty\u2014she\u2019d feel<\/em> her sister if she were there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room was dark, the door closed. But she\u2019d left the light on in the living room and the bedroom door open. Hadn\u2019t she?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019d forgotten to wind the alarm clock and it had stopped at two-oh-five. She clicked on the lamp on the table between their beds and got up to check her watch on the dresser. Three o\u2019clock. Her heart raced and her mouth dried. Where in the world was her sister?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, the front door closing sounded like a shot. She slid into her slippers and tightened the sash on her robe. \u201cDaina!\u201d She threw open the bedroom door and rushed to the apartment door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Automatically grabbing her key from the dish by the door, she rushed out into the hallway and down the stairs. She hadn\u2019t reached the bottom step when she saw a man halfway out the door. He turned to look at her and she gasped. His face was rough. Stubble made it dark. A jagged, angry scar ran from his left temple to his jaw line. There was no smile, no lightening of expression. With a scowl, he pulled a black, flat cap low and then left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The door hardly made a sound but his presence in her building set off an explosion in Audra\u2019s mind. Who was he? How had he gained entrance? What was he doing at three o\u2019clock in the morning skulking around her building?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fear gave way to panic. Her knees nearly gave out when the thought occurred that he might have been in their apartment, that it had been he<\/em> who she heard closing their front door. Then the thought that screamed in her mind. Did he have anything to do with Daina\u2019s disappearance?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On shaky lags, she climbed the stairs. She\u2019d make a pot of coffee and then wait until daylight made it safe to walk to the bus stop to start the trek downtown to the police department. She\u2019d think later about calling her parents but first thing this morning she\u2019d have to file a missing person report for her sister. Her twin. The other half of her soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Contest!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Take a chance on winning an Amazon gift card! After you’ve read our novellas, read the question. Then click the appropriate email link (Anne if you live in the U.S. and Jan if you live in Australia) and send us your answer, your name, and email address. Contest begins June 30 and ends July 20. Winners will be selected on July 21. More details are on our website, Nomad Authors.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Author Anne Krist:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist<\/strong> for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! Once a month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where to find Anne:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Website: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/annekrist\/index.html<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blog: http:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/blog<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twitter: http:\/\/twitter.com\/DeeSKnight<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DeeSKnight2018<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Goodreads: https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/265222.Dee_S_Knight<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amazon Author Page: http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/-\/e\/B079BGZNDN<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Newsletter: https:\/\/landing.mailerlite.com\/webforms\/landing\/h8t2y6<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

LinkedIn: http:\/\/linkedin.com\/in\/dee-s-knight-0500749<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sweet \u2018n Sassy Divas http:\/\/bit.ly\/1ChWN3K<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author Jan Selbourne:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where to find Jan
<\/strong>Website<\/a>: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/JanSelbourne\/index.html<\/a>
Facebook<\/a>: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/jan.selbourne<\/a>
Twitter<\/a>: https:\/\/twitter.com\/JanSelbourne
LinkedIn<\/a>: https:\/\/www.linkedin.com\/in\/jan-selbourne-2817b6140\/
Newsletter<\/a>: https:\/\/landing.mailerlite.com\/webforms\/landing\/h8t2y6<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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