
In this regular series for 2026, you are invited to share an excerpt of 400 to 500 words from any book you have written you would like to give a boost to.
This feature is for any author who has been promoted on Smorgasbord previously.
Please read full details of how to participate at the end of the post and I will respond to your emails as soon as possible.
The aim of the series
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- To showcase any of your books you would like to give a boost to.
- To gain more reviews for the book.
- Promote a selection of your other books that are available
Today Tim Dittmer shares an excerpt from his supernatural thriller Five-Toed Tigress.…

About the book
The Five-Toed Tigress stalks the night, gliding effortlessly through the canopied forests of Cambodia– the Tiger’s Dance Floor.
She is on patrol, her mission to protect the downtrodden from the power of the greedy. Her movements are so fluid and graceful that her prowl is a thing of beauty, a dance to the music of life and death.
The Tigress is a solitary hunter, and she dances alone on her mission. She gives herself wholeheartedly to her dance, but desires a dancing partner – a mate.
The excerpt from Five-Toed Tigress
The man-smell woke her.
She was bedded down at the edge of the Cardamom Mountain Range in western Cambodia, deep in a tumble of broken stone slabs. Tree roots spiraled down around the slabs and brush sprouted from cracks the roots had created in the stones. On one slab, partially hidden behind the growth of roots and branches, the likeness of a tiger was chiseled into the stone. The great cat sat regally on a throne, surrounded by men holding out gifts of meat and bowing in supplication. Her lair was the ruined remains of an ancient Khmer temple built in honor of her kind.
Her eyes glowed golden when they opened. She rose, then stood silent, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air. A dark odor drifted on the breeze, a stench at odds with her world. It was different from the man-smell she’d come across lately, the smell of greed that made her aggressively angry and sent her on the hunt. These men reeked of anger and hatred, and it made her afraid. A muffled growl vibrated in her throat.
It took her longer than usual to assess the risk, but when her immediate safety was certain, she left the den. She kept low to the ground, her movements slow and liquid, an imitation of the river she liked to dip in during the heat of the day. At a suitable distance from the lair’s entrance, she rose from her crouch and padded off, following the stench of hatred.
As she glided through the night, she came across a trace that brought her to a sudden stop. She bared her teeth in a grimace and breathed in through her mouth. A soft “huff” came from her lungs and her head jerked up.
It was a male, one she’d known when she was very young. He’d befriended her, even helped protect her when she was in danger. She’d circled on the fringe of his family unit, growing fonder of him until she began making clumsy, juvenile advances toward him. She was too young to consider as a mate, though, and by the time she’d matured, he’d gone off on his own.
Now he was here, traveling with a group of males through her territory. His scent said he was still strong and available, and the need flared in her. She backed up to the tree he’d left his scent on, raised her tail and sprayed it. More soft huffs came from her, then a rumbling purr as she arched her back and pawed the earth. The stink of hatred was momentarily forgotten as she trotted off on his trail.
But as she followed the male, the smell of hate rose again, mixed in with his spoor. She slowed her pace, then moved back and forth across the trail to take in the evidence left behind. The conclusion she came to made her stop again. Like her, the male she tracked was a hunter, but he wasn’t hunting for meat. He was hunting men. She knew this hunt, and why he did it. She herself hunted men that carried the greed smell, but he was hunting men so filled with anger and hate that they stank of it.
She hurried until she caught up to his party, then approached the outskirts of their sphere, close enough to let him and his hunting companions know she was there. When they were aware of her presence, and knew which of them she was interested in, she moved quickly in an arc to be ahead of the group. She stayed with the band as they trailed their quarry, keeping to the far edges of their sphere, sometimes in sight.
© T.W. Dittmer
One of the reviews for the book
Fast-Paced and Exciting Thriller
I read The Valley Walker, which is T.W. Dittmar’s first book. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and so I felt good about reading his second, Five-Toed Tigress. I certainly never second-guessed my decision. Five-Toed Tigress represents a complicated yet entirely entertaining story.
Rookie FBI agent Preston Hawke is surrounded with enough estrogen to make any red-blooded male stumble over most of his words. Hawke is brilliant, and he tends to keep his mouth shut. His boss is an attractive female agent, and his partner is a self-assured, statuesque female. The two give Hawke enough fantasy flashes to make for an interesting and somewhat ribald underlying subplot.
The main story concerns a man who has some government protection. He is able to keep Cambodian servants as slaves and steal precious artifacts from Cambodia. Hawke and the team must figure out a way to stop him while honoring the hands-off edict issued by the US government.
As you can imagine, plenty of action, bullets, and FBI procedures exist to bring about justice. What you can’t imagine is the assistance Hawke gets from what some would consider a myth of Southeast Asia. To say more would spoil the story. The reader should know that Five-Toed Tigress is well-written, has strong characters, is well-paced, and is an exciting thriller.
I recommend this book to anyone who likes fast-paced action and a quality story.
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Also by T. M. Dittmer

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About T. W. Dittmer
T. W. Dittmer’s full name is Timothy Watson Dittmer.
He was raised in Gary, Indiana, the son of a steel worker who turned to preaching the Gospel. After high school he joined the Army, volunteered for service in Vietnam, then reenlisted for service in Vietnam. When his time with the Army was over he studied music, digital electronics and information technology.
He started writing music and poetry in high school, and has carried the love of those arts through his life.
He now lives quietly with his wife in Michigan.
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- I will top and tail the post in the usual way with your other books and links, bio, photo and social media.
- I will also select one of the reviews from Amazon or Goodreads for the book.
- Please share a book that has reviews to select from.
- This series is open to all authors who have previously been featured in the promotions on Smorgasbord.
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- I suggest an excerpt of around 400 to 500 words that you feel would encourage a reader to buy the book, or a poem that you feel best reflects the theme of your collection.
- No need to send the cover as I will have that or will access from Amazon.
- Please send your excerpt to sallygcronin@gmail.com
- I only ask that authors share the link to their social media and respond to each comment individually as a matter of courtesy.
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