Authors in Bloom: 10 Days of Daily Giveaways Including a #KindleFire! #books #recipe


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6th Annual Authors in Bloom Blog Hop

Monday March 27th — Wednesday April 5th 2017

10 Days of Giveaways, Gardening Tips, Recipes and More!

Chef Mr. N’s Gratin Vegetable Side Dish

No matter what your main dish is, this side dish will please everyone at your table.

Serves 8-10

 

Ingredients

  • 1 tbsp butter, softened
  • 6 c thinly-sliced edible food – potato, mushroom, egg plant, thicker sliced carrot, cabbage, cauliflower steak, turnip (about 2½ lb), scrubbed, peeled and thinly-sliced
  • 1 large onion, sliced
  • ½ pound Swiss or Havarti cheese, grated
  • 1 c heavy cream
  • Salt and ground black pepper, to taste
  • Parmesan cheese, for sprinkling (optional)

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Butter a large casserole dish. Line the bottom of the dish evenly with half the selected edible food that has been sliced.  Spread evenly and top with half the onions and half the Swiss cheese. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and repeat with the remaining sliced edible chosen food, onions and Swiss cheese, ending with cheese. Depending on the size of the casserole dish, you may have 2 or 3 layers.

Add cream, pouring it evenly over the gratin. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and bake until edible food is fork-tender, about 30 minutes.

Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

Tagline:

Mary’s the Princess of the Light but her only hope is to make a pact with her enemy.

Blurb:

Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help.

Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness.

Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself.  When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her.  But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world?

Excerpt:

“Can I help you with something, sir?” The woman’s voice quivered slightly and she leaned a little, as if she suddenly needed the wall for support.

Whoa, I couldn’t help but think. I frankly felt like a moth to the flame. All I wanted to do was have a reason to get closer to her. The fact that her eyes seemed to shine with an actual light didn’t help matters. I had never felt such an automatic attraction before and I wanted to lean closer and see what was going on with her eyes.

She was either looking at me like I was the only man in the world—and quite possibly the sexiest one—or else my open gawking had freaked her out. Either way, I couldn’t have told her which it was, because my mouth was dry as a cotton ball container.

“Yes,” I managed to rasp to her. “Where is your Architecture section?”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Yes. You, I wanted to say. “I could look to see if it is in stock.” Oh. Are there more of you somewhere?

The sound of her voice was starting to make my heart pound. She had an earthly beauty about her. There was nothing extraordinary in her features, yet something about her just seemed to glow.

I felt my breath quicken. Joe, what’s the matter with you? Get a grip. You’ve seen girls before.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts without worrying what I looked like and said, “Please forgive my manners, but what is your name?”

“Mary.” That just became my favorite name.

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand to her. “I’m Joseph. Please call me Joe.”

She hesitated for a moment before she shook my hand. Electricity bolted up my arm that I wasn’t prepared for. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating. Pretty sure these emotions weren’t winning me any bro-code points.

Her face flushed and her eyes brightened with interest. Let go of her hand, Joe, I tried to coach myself. If I didn’t let go of it soon, I might never be able to.

Buy Links:

99 cents on Amazon.com March 27 – March 31!

Free on Kindle Unlimited all year long

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Light-N/dp/1502438453

Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Amazon UK:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23009005-princess-of-the-light

Enter to Win Two Giveaways:

GRAND PRIZE: We are giving away a Kindle Fire or Nook (winner’s choice)
along with a 2nd prize of $25 gift card.

How it will work:

Authors participating will post their giveaway, gardening tip, recipe or both on their website, beginning March 27th and leaving their contest open through April 5th.  You will have 10 days to enter each individual author contest and then submit your entry for the grand prize!!  To win the grand prize, you must visit each and every author on the hop.  Each site will post the links of participating authors but please feel free to visit https://www.diannevenetta.com to find the author link list at any point in time. Some authors might offer more than one entry to win like a “follow” on Twitter or a “tweet,” maybe even a visit to their Facebook or Pinterest page. However, only one is required to enter.

What will be given away?

Everything from books to swag, promotional products and more! The GRAND PRIZE is an e-reader of your choice (up to $200 value). A second prize of $25 gift card for winner’s choice of book retailers, available to US and INTL residents, except where prohibited by law.

Authors will note US or INTL for their giveaway eligibility. Where US or INTL is not specifically noted, US eligibility will apply. The grand prize is available for US entrants only. Winners will be announced on the landing page, BloominThyme.

How do I submit my grand prize entry?

Grand prize entrants will be entered via a Rafflecopter giveaway widget, available on the initial and final landing page of this hop, located on BloominThyme.  All entries (and actions) will be verified to deem winners.

What can I expect out of this hop?

Each author will be posting a giveaway, gardening tip, recipe or both!  It’s a spring celebration designed to introduce you to authors and give you a chance to win prizes. Individual authors may offer more than one chance to win their individual giveaway, so increase your odds and enter them all!

What do I do when it’s all over?

By April 7th we will post the grand prize winners on the main page and the landing page.  Individual authors will announce and contact the winners of their author-specific giveaways. You will be required to claim your prize according to each giveaway’s terms and conditions.

Questions??

Please feel free to contact me!  dianne@diannevenetta.com

“Giveaway ends April 7th at 11:59 PM EST. Open to Legal Residents (18 years of age or older) of the US only. Prizes cannot be shipped to PO Boxes. Winner will be selected by Rafflecotper.com and be notified by email. Winner will have 48 hours to respond before a new winner is selected. Please note that Dianne Venetta, host of the Authors in Bloom Blog Hop, is not responsible for sponsors that do not fulfill their prizes. I have represented each sponsor with the expectation they will fulfill their prize and in a timely manner. I will contact the sponsor regarding your prize(s). The sponsors, in most cases, are shipping their items to you directly. I will make every effort to assist you in obtaining your prize. If there is an issue with a sponsor, please notify the blog you won a prize from within 30 days for assistance, after that we may be unable to assist you. The product provided for the review was free of charge from the company. The product offered for the giveaway is free of charge, no purchase necessary. My opinions are my own and were not influenced by any form of compensation. Facebook, Twitter and Google+ are in no way associated with this giveaway. By providing your information in this form, you are providing your information to me and me alone. I do not share or sell information and will use any information only for the purpose of contacting the winner.” VOID where prohibited by law.

POTL BLOG INTERNATIONAL GIVEAWAY: Enter to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card. To enter, please tell us what you love most about spring in the comment section below. Be sure to include your email address in your comment so you’ll be entered to win the grand prize as well. We will use an online random generator to determine the winner on April 8, 2017 and will announce the winner here on April 10, 2017.

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Author Bio: N. N. Light is the husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG and Independent Author Network.

Sign up for their author newsletter and get a free e-book ow.ly/jWec308TabL 

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

100% of the proceeds of Princess of the Light go directly to food banks (US and Canada) in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With only 7,500 books sold, N. N. Light will be able to set up a monthly endowment for the local food bank.

They’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

Website: http://princessofthelight.com

Blog: https://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/nnlight

Bookbub  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/n-n-light

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/NNP_W_Light

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nnlight

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/n-n-light/90/1a7/902

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/118060034268079734144/posts

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/nnlight

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/n-n-light.html

iAuthor: http://www.iauthor.uk.com/princess-of-the-light:10294

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Meet Allen and Elaine from @BarbCaffrey’s Brand New Release #romance #LGBT #books


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An Interview with Allen and Elaine from CHANGING FACES

By Barb Caffrey

 

A lean, tall, dark-haired man of average looks comes in, sits down on a long, comfortable couch, and crosses his legs at the ankles. He seems nervous, but friendly.

 

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Allen Bridgeway, clarinetist, graduate student in Music at Willa Cather University, and the fiancé of Elaine Foster—also a graduate student at WCU. I’m partial to Weber, allergic to cats, and I’m thirty years old.” He smiles wryly, adding, “Is that enough detail for now?”

 

Then a shorter, rounder, beautiful woman of Hispanic descent comes in and sits next to him. After giving him a quick hug and a squeeze of the hand, she speaks.

 

“And as you may have guessed, I’m Elaine, Allen’s fiancée. Though I’m not quite what I appear. I might look female, and I always identify as female for whatever it’s worth—”

 

Allen butts in. “You’re a feminist scholar, love. How could you be anything else?”

 

Elaine gives him a fond look. “But I’m not straight, and more to the point, sometimes I feel more male than female.”

 

Allen shrugs. “Whatever you are, however you present yourself, I will always love you.”

 

Elaine blushes. “Good to know.” Then she turns to me, the interviewer—otherwise known as author Barb Caffrey, who wrote their story in the new romantic fantasy, CHANGING FACES—and says, “Can we get to the questions now? So we can get back to playing our clarinets and living our lives?”

 

“Of course,” I tell them. “What is your idea of perfect happiness?”

 

Allen and Elaine look at each other, smile, and say nothing for a long time. Finally, Allen husks out, “Any day with Elaine suits me fine.”

 

Elaine blushes again, nods, and squeezes his hand. Apparently she agrees.

 

Next, I asked them, “What is your greatest fear?”

 

“Living without Elaine,” Allen says right off the bat.

 

“Telling Allen who I really am, because once I do, he’ll leave,” Elaine says in a low tone.

 

Allen looks confused for one moment, until Elaine squeezes his hand. “I’ll explain later, love,” she says.

 

“What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?” Then I look at them both, and ask, “Can Elaine answer this first? Allen, you always jump in…”

 

Allen mumbles something, and motions with his hand to Elaine.

 

“Ah, I like it when he goes first,” she says playfully. “It gives me more time to consider my answer.” Then she turned serious. “I am often hasty, and while I try to think things through, sometimes I just don’t. This causes trouble, but I can’t seem to break the habit.”

 

“I like all your habits,” Allen said, giving her a sidelong look. Then, focusing on me, he added, “I am reserved. This makes it harder for me to open up to people, and it takes a long time for me to make new friends. That’s caused me a lot of trouble in my life, especially as musicians are supposed to be gregarious sorts and I’m just not.”

 

“Who you are is just fine with me, love,” Elaine put in loyally.

 

I raised an eyebrow, and told them, “I like you both. So stop all this nonsense and just answer the questions, will you?”

 

“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” Elaine said.

 

Allen just laughed.

 

These two. What could I do with them?

 

“All right. What is the trait you most deplore in others?” I asked.

 

Elaine went first again. “Hostility. I can’t stand it. And ignorance is a close second.”

 

“People who think the arts are silly,” Allen said after a long pause. “Without the arts, we’d not have any culture to speak of and we’d probably be brute beasts.”

 

“I never knew you felt that strongly, love,” Elaine said, squeezing his hand again. “But I like it.”

 

Allen blushed dark red.

 

“And in that vein…what do you consider the most overrated virtue?”

 

After a look at Elaine, Allen went first this time. “Charity. Because people who believe they are charitable often have problems with hypocrisy, and I can’t stand it. They also seem to think that they are the best people on the face of the planet, and that annoys me, too.”

 

Elaine nodded, but her answer was different. “I think faith is the most overrated virtue, because most people seem to think of it only as faith in the Higher Power, not as faith in yourself. And really, it should be both.”

 

“Interesting,” I told them. “Now, here’s an easy one. Which living person do you most despise?”

 

Allen and Elaine looked at each other, looked at me, and in one voice said, “Donald Trump.” Then Elaine continued, “That man never should’ve become President, and has caused all sorts of problems, especially for the LGBT community, of which I am one.”

 

“Donald Trump gives Americans a bad name,” Allen added. “I am embarrassed for our country. We should have Hillary Clinton as our President, right now.”

 

“So, would you say that Hillary is the person you most admire, then?”

 

Elaine nodded, saying, “Her work with women and children throughout her lifetime—not to mention the disabled—has been exemplary.”

 

“Personally, I admire Nelson Mandela more, but he’s passed away. I can say that, can’t I?” Allen gave me a worried look.

 

“Sure. Who doesn’t admire Nelson Mandela?” Then I smiled, and said, “Here’s another easy one. Who is the greatest love of your life?”

 

Both Allen and Elaine burst out laughing. “If we weren’t each other’s biggest love, we’d not be here, Barb.” Allen raised an eyebrow, but still looked amused.

 

“Yeah, why are you asking us this. You know better.” Elaine wagged her finger at me, playfully.

 

“All right. Here’s a more serious question, and it’s the very last one. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Elaine, you go first.”

 

“If I had the power, I’d allow my gender-fluidity freer rein. Some days, I would be fully male outwardly. Other days, I’d be fully female. Maybe I’d change during the day, for variety’s sake…that way, I wouldn’t feel so alien in my body all the time.”

 

Allen gave her a look of concern. “This is a tough one. When I was younger, I wanted more athletic talent. When I first met Elaine, I wanted to be bisexual like her, so we’d have more to talk about.”

 

“I never knew that,” Elaine interjected.

 

“You weren’t supposed to,” Allen muttered. “But I’m depressingly heterosexual.” He sighed. “Now, I think the only thing I’d change, if I could, is to be healthier. I had a gall bladder operation last year that should’ve been routine, but wasn’t because of a complication…and poor Elaine had to take care of me.”

 

Then, he smiled. “Thanks for interviewing us in our original bodies, by the way. It’s harder for us to explain who we are, looking like each other.”

 

“No problem,” I told them. “Glad to do it.” (If this throws you, gentle reader, you really need to go read at least the blurb, and possibly the sample chapters, of CHANGING FACES. And as it’s only ninety-nine cents/ninety-nine pence for an e-book for a limited time, it’s quite affordable. Really.)

 

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Title: CHANGING FACES

Author: Barb Caffrey

Genre: Contemporary LGBT Fantasy-Romance

Publisher: Twilight Times Books

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

 Two angels decide to take a hand and help Allen and Elaine by changing their faces.

 

From the ether, I watched as Allen’s little car crashed into something. No one saw it but us, perhaps because of the dense fog along with the ice and snow. “What is that thing?”

 

“It’s a road grader,” Michael said absently.

 

“Is there anyone around to help?” Surely we couldn’t just leave them in this condition—could we?

 

“I thought I’d help them,” Michael told me, sounding deceptively casual. Then, just like that, he wore a human body again and stood directly behind Allen’s wrecked car—to human eyes, he now looked like a healthy, compact young woman. I wasn’t sure why he’d picked that particular form, but Michael liked variety. The light around his body danced with his usual rainbow prisms—what I thought of as his true form— before he said, “You could help, too, you know.”

 

Stung, I incorporated also, using the form I’d used at Jolene and Paula’s wedding months ago. “Will this do?”

 

“I hope so.” He turned to look at me; his blue eyes were grave, unchanging. “We have about two minutes, maybe three, before this car blows up.”

 

“Why?”

 

“They had extra gas in the back of the car in case of emergencies.” As he said this, he opened the passenger side door. Elaine’s head had hit the windshield so hard, the windshield had cracked; fortunately, her seatbelt and airbag had protected most of the rest of her body. She was still breathing, albeit shallowly. “Help me get her out.”

 

On this plane, we could not tap into any primal energy sources; at least, I couldn’t, or I’d risk an explosion. I was limited to what this body could do, as it was the only one I knew well enough to summon; fortunately, Elaine didn’t weigh very much, and we were able to get her out of the car. I picked up her purse and put it beside her, along with a blanket that had fallen to the floor, before racing back to help with Allen.

 

This was going to be much harder. Allen’s body was wedged in between the steering wheel and the bent, damaged door. The road grader was firmly on the other side; no help there.

 

“Why can’t we keep the car from blowing up?” I asked.

 

“I can only interfere so much. Now, help me with Allen!”

 

“How?”

 

“Get the other blankets out of the car, and put them on the ground. This is going to be tricky.”

 

While I hastened to do that, Michael reached inside the car. I heard the seat belt unlatch, and as I ran back to the car, I saw Michael start to pull Allen away from the steering wheel. Then, I don’t know how, Michael had pulled him backward, out of the car.

 

“He’s got a pulse. But he’s got multiple fractures, minimum,” Michael reported.

 

“We have to use their cell phones to call an ambulance.” As I blinked, he added, “Elaine’s phone has a pink cover. Get it and call 911—that’s for emergencies.”

 

I raced back to Elaine’s purse, grabbed her phone, and ran back. By this time, Allen was on the ground, but only a foot or so from the car. And there was something going on with the car, now…it looked unstable, to me, as an energy-being, rather than solid. I’d only seen this in the elderly, who were about to end their existence.

 

My unfamiliar fingers fumbled with the phone, but I was able to use it. I reported the emergency, said two people were on the side of the road after a crash, and gave the location. Before they could ask anything else, the phone went dead.

 

“Here. We need to get them to safety. Now!”

 

I helped Michael pull first Elaine, then Allen, about thirty feet. We did our best to protect their heads, but there wasn’t much time; we had to get them away from that car before it exploded.

 

Just as we got them both onto the nearby sidewalk, the car blew up. Even the foggy sky couldn’t hide that conflagration…surely someone would get here soon to take care of them. Right?

 

But before I could ask Michael anything, he yelled, “Now! Shift to the ethereal plane!”

 

I shifted planes, and saw Michael—now the Big Man, in his accustomed rainbow-prism form—dance over Allen’s body, then Elaine’s. “What are you doing?” I asked in pulse-speech.

 

“Changing faces,” he said succinctly.

 

“Huh?”

 

He took Elaine’s soul and bound it into Allen’s body, then put Allen’s soul into Elaine’s and bound it there as well. As the ambulance came, he told them, “Be well, children. This is the best I can do.”

 

“Why do this, though?” I asked. “It’ll disrupt so many things.”

 

“Separating them wouldn’t?”

 

“True…”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon (US): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (UK): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Changing-Faces-Barb-Caffrey-ebook/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (CA): https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (AUS): https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (IN): https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/changing-faces-barb-caffrey/1125707044?ean=2940157587512

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music.

She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of

three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of

Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise

known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of

places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick

series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see

from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with

romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: Barb Caffrey’s Elfyverse https://elfyverse.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barb.caffrey.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbCaffrey

 

 

 

Friday Book Round-Up Reveals Mrs. N’s Top 10 Female Authors #FridayReads #books


Friday Book Round Up

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. This week, the world celebrated International Women’s Day. It got me thinking about my favorite female authors. Many of these women inspired me to go after my dream of publishing and on a certain level, I consider them my mentors (even though we’ve never met). So, I wanted to honor these women here today with my very personal (feeling a little exposed here) list. The link is to their Amazon Author Page. Here is my top 10 in alphabetical order:

 

Jane Austen

My 8th grade English teacher introduced me to Jane Austen and I am forever grateful to him. Not only are Jane’s books poignant and beautifully-written, it was virtually unheard of for a woman to publish in those days. It was thanks to her brother that a publisher agreed to publish her. It was well-received and popular among the aristocrats. My favorite two novels are Pride and Prejudice as well as Emma.

 

The Bronte Sisters

Wuthering Heights was my introduction to Emily Bronte as well as her sisters. Each was gifted in their own right and like Jane Austen, they fought against societal prejudice to be published. Dark, brooding characters enduring heart-breaking tragedies is the theme of many of their stories. Romantic? Sure, if you’re not a fan of happily ever after. What makes their stories so memorable for me is that even though the sisters had a hard life, they obviously found joy in writing. It comes across is their descriptive plots and characters. My favorite novel is Wuthering Heights.

 

Candace Bushnell

I read Sex and the City when it was first published and was instantly in love with Bushnell’s honest approach to love, dating and being single in the big city. Her writing style appealed to me as a single gal trying to figure out what it meant when a guy said he would call and then didn’t. She’s one of my writing mentors because she ditched the cutesy women’s lit for brutally honest lit. I mean, it was refreshing to hear what other women think about oral sex and men who shower right after sex. Reading her books (and she has several now) is like curling up with a bunch of girlfriends and dishing the dirt. No pretense, just great storytelling. My favorite is her Sex and the City anthology.

 

Julia Cameron

The Artist’s Way caught my attention when I was working as a manager for a large bookstore. A friend of mine raved about how it helped her with her artwork. “Inspiring,” she said so I picked it up. Talk about changing my life… this book shook me with truths that were hidden deep within me. Yes, I could be the artist I craved to be; all it took was determination and not giving up. Cameron continues to inspire me on a daily basis. It’s thanks to her that I could work full-time, be a housewife and complete my first novel without losing my mind.

 

Agatha Christie Truth

 

Agatha Christie

Dame Agatha… what an inspiration! I fell in love with her mysteries at a young age, thanks to my mother. She’s an incredible woman who lived several lives in her lifetime. Independent, witty, honorable, she took ordinary people she met and incorporated them into her mysteries. A hero in my eyes because she wrote intricate mysteries with complex characters which kept the reader captivated until the last page. Both Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot are my two favorite detectives in literature and no, I can’t pick a favorite novel.

 

Jude Deveraux

When I was thirteen, I read my very first Jude Deveraux romance. I can close my eyes and remember the feeling of romance surging in my heart as I read The Black Lyon all those years ago. Being a sucker for history, her historical romances taught me what life might have been like back in the day. Sweeping romance, strong men and even stronger women filled the pages of Jude’s books. I swooned and imagined falling in love with a knight who would sweep me away from my dull and boring life. She’s the gold standard for all historical romances (in my opinion) and she taught me so much more about writing characters, tension and plot than all my teachers in school. I still idolize her and re-read The Knight in Shining Armor (my all-time favorite book) at least twice a year.

 

Syrie James

I first read Dracula, My Love and was instantly a fan of Syrie James’ writing style and ability to take a classic tale and put a new spin on it. Being a huge reader of historical fiction and historical romance, I love the way Syrie spins what’s familiar and brings new light to it. Her imagination is as big as my own and her ability to make a monster into a misunderstood lonely tragic character is uncanny. I’ve read every one of her books and while I wish I had the time to do all the research she does when writing, I’m in awe of how she makes historical figures come alive. She’s a writing mentor to me for her descriptive narration alone and I keep going back to her books to gain new insight. My favorite novel is Dracula, My Love.

 

Jennifer Weiner

Okay, here’s where this list gets personal. I’m a curvy woman and as a reader, I’ve spent most of my life reading about stick-thin heroines dealing with life. But then I read Good in Bed when it first came out. Mind Blown! Here’s a New York Bestselling Author describing in great detail the ups and down of a curvy woman’s search for love. Her writing isn’t cliché and tells it like it is. Hooray for curvy women everywhere! Jennifer taught me it’s okay to expose a part of myself in my writing. I’ve read every single book and my favorite is her latest release, Hungry Heart: Adventures in Life, Love, and Writing.

 

Laura Ingalls Wilder

I was ten years old when I got the box set of Little House books from my grandparents. I inhaled each book and as the years went by, continued to re-read them. It tells the story of her pioneer life from little girl to married and a mother. I love these books because it’s Laura sharing a part of her growing up. There’s an authenticity to these stories that makes them irresistible. I learned so much about what life was like in those days from these books. Life was hard and you found happiness and joy in the small things. As a mentor, Laura is inspiring and honest. Her stories transport the reader because she’s sharing from the heart. I strive to bring that heart quality to every book I write.

 

Marianne Williamson

I have Oprah to thank for introducing me to Marianne Williamson. I remember this clearly: I was home sick with the flu and was watching Oprah. Her guest was a beautiful woman by the name of Marianne Williamson. She spoke of inner light, spirituality, love and being at peace. It was exactly the words I needed to hear. See, I didn’t really have the flu. I was filled with anxiety due to high school female bullies and faked being sick to avoid them. They tormented me and made my life miserable. All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and become invisible. Peace and love were the furthest from my mind at that time. Marianne spoke of taking control of your life and not allowing outside forces to steal your joy. That was exactly what I needed to hear at the time. I’ve read all her books since then but the one book that continues to speak to me is Return to Love. Love, it states, is the centre of everything and everyone. I’ve embodied that in my writing and share that message through my blog every single day. Her lyrical prose aligns with my writing style and I’m so grateful to her message of peace. It saved my life.

 

Have a favorite female author to recommend? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!

 

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Love Wasn’t in Her Job Description … Infamous by @lorisizemore #romance #TWRP


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Title: Infamous

Author:  Lori Sizemore

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Justine Montgomery, daughter of a divorced beauty queen and TV magnate, is a tabloid disaster after her infamous sex tape. She’s so desperate to help save her family’s home she turns to her deal-making dad. Can she prove to him she’s cut out for a career in television or will she lose it all?

 

Sawyer has his own past and a successful career is his only goal. Seeing Justine fail would mean the promotion of a lifetime, but things get complicated when he develops feelings for her. Suddenly, the lines between work, life, sex, and love are blurry.

 

They will have to overcome the bitterness of a rejected ex, the controlling actions of her father, and the half-truths they’re telling one another to forge a lasting partnership both on the job and off the clock.

 

Excerpt:

She tangled her fingers through the hair that covered her face and pushed it away. Next thing he knew, she’d wrapped her arms around his waist.

 

“Justine? Um… what are you doing?”

 

“I’m hugging you. Taking emotional comfort.”

 

“Like a leech.”

 

“Haven’t you ever hugged before?”

 

“I’ve never hugged anyone I wasn’t going to have sex with.”

 

“We’re not having sex.” She squeezed him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. “Hug me back.”

 

Sawyer lifted his arms and wrapped them around her, his hands cupping her shoulders, pulling her closer. He dropped his head to rest on hers, and parts of him, so deep he couldn’t name them, pulled free and demanded his attention. Her hair smelled like fruit, the kind kids eat in the summer, juice dripping down their chins. “I’m fine with the hugging, but, just saying, I’m not responsible for any physical reaction hugging may induce.”

 

“Okay.” The word drifted out of her on a sigh.

 

He wasn’t equipped for this. There hadn’t been a lot of touching growing up, at least not the kind that didn’t end in a busted lip or a cracked rib. As an adult, there’d been lots of touching. But, not like this. The tighter he held her, the closer he wanted to be.

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Infamous-Lori-Sizemore-ebook/dp/B01MDMLPGC/

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Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Lori_Sizemore_Infamous?id=nvKoDQAAQBAJ

 

Lori Sizemore

 

Author Biography:

Lori Sizemore grew up in the mountains of West Virginia and never quite managed to escape them. Lori lives at home with her husband of twenty-plus years and two of her three daughters. She also lives with two dogs, a cat, and five hermit crabs. Yes, five of them. This menagerie and her family keep her busy. She worked in mental health as a social worker for ten years before making the choice to write full-time.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://lorisizemore.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lorisizemoreauthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lorisizemore

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lori-Sizemore/e/B01MG3OT9K/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16004326.Lori_Sizemore

 

In Pursuit of Paradise by @KateRandle1 #romance #TWRP #amreading


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Title: In Pursuit of Paradise

 

Author: Kate Randle

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

Ship Captain Nicholas Becket knows he needs to change his playboy ways. And when he discovers beautiful divorcee Lily Kingston at a job fair for his cruise line, he thinks he has found someone who can reform him.

Lily is looking for a change of her own, but she isn’t prepared for Nick and all of his baggage. Not to mention her own scars from the recent past. Although she is fiercely attracted to the handsome and dashing millionaire, an unexpected event threatens to tear them apart forever.

Can this pair of lost souls overcome the stormy waters of life’s ups and downs in order to find their true paradise?
 

Excerpt:

He grasped her hand and brought it to his lips.  He kissed her so delicately that she thought she would faint on the spot.  His touch was warm, light and inviting and he was only kissing her hand.  She imagined how his kiss would feel on her lips and the rest of her body.  What was going on with her?  She felt like she was completely losing her mind.

 

“No Lily,” he said.  “The pleasure was all mine.”  He paused for a moment. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?  That is, if you don’t have to head home right away to Orchard Park.”

 

Lily hesitated.  She had been on a few casual dates since her divorce six months earlier but she had never been asked out by a complete stranger.  Most of the one-date-only events she had attended had been set up by sympathetic friends, just trying to help her get on with her life.   But none of the nice yet ordinary men had made her feel the way she did right now.

 

Electricity was crackling between them, she was certain of it.  She felt a strong, unexplained connection to him even if her rational side was telling her it wasn’t a smart idea to get involved with this guy.

 

Buy Links:

 

Amazon.ca:

https://www.amazon.ca/Pursuit-Paradise-Kate-Randle-ebook/dp/B01N8YLO4H/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1481492329&sr=8-1&keywords=kate+randle

Amazon.com:

https://www.amazon.com/Pursuit-Paradise-Kate-Randle-ebook/dp/B01N8YLO4H/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1481491825&sr=8-1&keywords=kate+randle

The Wild Rose Press:

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Barnes and Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-pursuit-of-paradise-kate-randle/1125159931?ean=2940157080297

 

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Author Biography:

After writing more essays than she could count completing her university studies, Kate Randle decided to swap out the world of academic prose for something more exciting, romance novels.

 

Her contemporary books encompass many of the things she loves: the beach, the ocean and of course handsome heroes. Kate lives near Toronto, Ontario with her own handsome hero, her husband Jason and her two children.  Two adorable rescue felines round out her family to keep things interesting and covered in cat hair.

 

In addition to her published novels In Pursuit of Paradise and Searching for Sanctuary, Kate is currently working on a new contemporary romance for The Wild Rose Press entitled Taking Flight. It will be published later this year. For more information, please visit Kate at her website: www.katerandle.com.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.katerandle.com

Twitter: @katerandle1

Facebook: www.facebook.com/katerandleauthor

 

 

My GRL by John W. Howell @HowellWave New Cover and Edition! #RRBC #thriller


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Title: My GRL

Author: John W. Howell

Genre: Thriller

Publisher: Keewaydin Lane Books

 

Book Blurb:

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John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a well-deserved leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

 

Excerpt:

Gerry and I finish our beers at the Sandbar and make a move to cross the crowds toward the front door. Before the karaoke noise starts, we agree to go to another place for some pizza. She directs something to me which I can’t understand, so I hold my hand to my ear and try hard to hear her. She looks a little upset. I signal we should wait until we get outside to talk.

 

She nods and I take the lead, reach back, grab her hand, and act like a bulldozer while I separate the crowd as we pass through. It becomes harder since everyone has begun to pay attention to the drunken girl singing what sounds a little like a slurred Avril Lavigne song to the karaoke machine on the stage up front.

 

We make it to the door and go out into the humid night. I drop Gerry’s hand and notice there are two guys walking toward us. I tell her to stay close and figure the guys will eventually make way and go into the bar. I am about to ask her what she was trying to get me to understand in the bar when I feel a rush of air behind me and hear what sounds like someone thumping a watermelon. That was the last thing on my mind when the lights of the world go out.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/My-GRL-John-W-Howell-ebook/dp/B06VY4V2FC

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34470489-my-grl

 

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Author Biography:

John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels. His first book, My GRL published by Martin Sisters Publishing and is the first of many exciting adventures of the book’s central character John J. Cannon. The second, His Revenge published by Keewaydin Lane Books is now available in Paperback and Kindle formats. The third book in the John Cannon trilogy, Our Justice launched in September 2016 and is also published by Keewaydin Lane Books.

John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog Fiction Favorites, http://johnwhowell.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241

Twitter –https://www.twitter.com/HowellWave

Authors db –http://www.authorsdb.com/authors-directory/6604-john-w-howell

LinkedIn –http://www.linkedin.com/pub/john-w-howell/48/b59/462/

Google +https://plus.google.com/+JohnHowellAuthor/

Goodreads –https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7751796.John_W_Howell

Amazon Author’s page –https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

 

The Game Begins by Victoria Danann @vdanann #YALit #books #fantasy


The Game Begins
Victoria Danann
Publication date: February 27th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult

When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe. High school.

 

To make it even more interesting, they would strip their children of their memories and withhold the rules of the game. The players believed they were ordinary kids until they were transferred to R. Caine High School. When odd things begin to happen, the players gradually realize they have special gifts or attributes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t die.

 

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EXCERPT:

My name is Ever Moore.

I know. It makes me wince every time I say it. When I’m eighteen, I plan to have it legally changed to something that doesn’t make people laugh. But right now I’m stuck.

My dad thinks puns are the highest form of humor. He calls it ‘word play’. That’s right. I’m the spawn of nerds. My dad creates video games. My mother is an ethics professor at UCLA who thinks the battle between good and evil begins at home.

If you want to know just how weird it can get at the Thanksgiving table, I can go one better. My grandfather was a big deal rock star in the seventies. You wouldn’t know the name of the band. So there’s no point in name dropping. After a visit, he exits with a two-finger peace salute like all the other well-adjusted hippie grandparents, but he doesn’t say, “Peace.”

He says, “Rock steady.”

Ugh!

My family is big on manners. They’re too strict to let me say what I think, especially about Buzz’s love life. My grandfather doesn’t want to be called Grandpa or Grandad or Gramps or anything close to normal. Oh no. He wants to be called ‘Buzz’. I have no idea why. That is not his name.

Anyway, the best protest I can mount is rolling my eyes. I keep trying to get his attention and roll my eyes back further into my head when he does the ‘rock steady’ thing, but he will not be deterred.

Anyway I was leading a completely typical and deliciously angsty teenage life in Austin, Texas when my parents were suddenly offered jobs in the LA area at the same time. It was weird, but weird is part of my normal. Always has been.

Since my grandad, the rocker, still lives in LA with the latest girlfriend who’s barely legal – she’s two years older than I am and her name is Charmin, yes, like the toilet paper. If that was my name, I’d have the decency to go by something like Charm, which would really be making lemonade from lemmons. But not Charmin. I don’t think she’s bright enough to understand what people are thinking whenever they say her name. Anyway, with the jobs and the fact that ‘Buzz’ lives there, moving seemed like a good idea.

To them.

 

Author Bio:

 

New York Times bestselling author of seventeen romances including paranormal, scifi, fantasy, contemporary, and teen. Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR the past FOUR YEARS IN A ROW. This past year two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place Paranormal Romance of the Year category. – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

 

Victoria is co-host of the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast.

http://www.romancecast.com

 

WEBSITE: → http://www.VictoriaDanann.com

FACEBOOK: → http://www.facebook.com/victoriadanannbooks

 

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She has also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

 

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

 

 

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Falling Out of Focus by @BrynnMyers #CoverReveal! #ParanormalRomance


Falling Out of Focus
Brynn Myers
Publication date: January 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

 

I was drowning, but all I needed to do was breathe.

 

It was 5:45pm when I decided my future. By 9:43 I was well on my way to making it all come true. At 11:16 I took the first step to make it a reality. At 11:17 I fell and found peace.

 

When a dream of dying actually becomes a chance to live. All you have to do is fall.

 

 

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Author Bio:

Brynn Myers is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she finally turned her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal genre later than most but has always loved fairy-tales and all things magical. Using that love, she creates charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover.

 

Brynn lives with her family in the Brevard County, Florida area.

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Friday Book Round-Up Unravels the Best #Mystery/#Suspense Novels #FridayReads


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Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. The holiday season is here and both MR N and I are filled with the Christmas Spirit. We know finding the perfect gift for everyone on your list can be tricky. So, for the next few weeks, Friday Book Round-Up will have some great book lists for you to check out.

 

Have a mystery/suspense fan on your holiday shopping list? Check out these highly-recommended mysteries/thrillers from award-winning and bestselling authors and find the perfect gift:

 

A Price for Genius by Lin Wilder

Dr. Lindsey McCall’s worst fears are realized. Not only have both drugs been stolen but two women have been kidnapped—one maybe dead. Lindsey had known Lisa Reardon’s new drug was alchemy, only this time, the end product actually more precious than gold.

 

 

The desperate call from Hank Reardon in Switzerland came late at night causing too many questions. And no answers. Could Lindsey and Rich Jansen uncover who was behind the crimes? It was an inside job-could they figure out who had sold out the Reardons? All in time to save Reardon’s daughter and her chief tech Ariana? Were they risking their lives as well?

 

 

Death In The Caucasus: An International Suspense Thriller by J.A. Kalis

WHAT BEGINS AS A FRANTIC SEARCH FOR A YOUNG BRITISH WOMAN GONE MISSING WHILST TREKKING IN THE CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS, TURNS SOON INTO A LIFE-AND-DEATH STRUGGLE.

 

Sandy Morton sets off on the long-awaited trekking holiday in the Caucasus Mountains.

 

When, a few days into the trip, her calls and email messages stop, her parents and her sister Carol begin to suspect something bad has happened.

 

Frantic with worry and tired of waiting, Sandy’s father, Patrick, decides to take action and embarks on a search for his missing daughter. What follows is a wild journey through Georgia and France that soon turns into a desperate struggle for his own survival.

 

Meanwhile, his second daughter, Carol, fights her own battle, trying to escape from the clutches of a ruthless killer…

 

A Taste of Tragedy by Kim McMahill

Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed…until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the cross-hairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving…

 

King of Hearts (Deuces Wild Book 1) by Irish Winters

Tucker Chase. FBI agent and tough-as-they-come ex-Navy SEAL, Tucker’s take-all-comers attitude attracts trouble on the job and off, but he still gets the hard jobs done. He makes no bones about being the baddest ass on the planet—until his ex-wife runs off to Vietnam with his only son, Deuce. Until the woman he won’t admit to loving leaves on some humanitarian mission to who knows where.

 

Until he has to ask for help…

 

Melissa McCormack. Widow to one of America’s finest USMC war heroes, Melissa is everything Tucker isn’t. Sophisticated. Wealthy. Respected. Don’t forget celibate since Brady, the first love of her life, passed away. She wants Tucker as much as he wants her, but she didn’t want to end up like that elite rifle he toted while he was a SEAL, the one he could field strip in his sleep without thought or care. The one he slung over his shoulder with all of his other weapons.

 

The one he took for granted…

 

The Taxidermist’s Daughter: A Novel by Kate Mosse

A chilling and spooky Gothic historical thriller reminiscent of Rebecca and The Turn of the Screw, dripping with the dark twists and eerie surprises that are the hallmarks of Edgar Allan Poe, from the New York Times and internationally bestselling author of Citadel.

 

In a remote village near the English coast, residents gather in a misty churchyard. More than a decade into the twentieth century, superstition still holds sway: It is St. Mark’s Eve, the night when the shimmering ghosts of those fated to die in the coming year are said to materialize and amble through the church doors.

 

Alone in the crowd is Constantia Gifford, the taxidermist’s daughter. Twenty-two and unmarried, she lives with her father on the fringes of town, in a decaying mansion cluttered with the remains of his once world-famous museum of taxidermy. No one speaks of why the museum was shuttered or how the Giffords fell so low. Connie herself has no recollection—a childhood accident has erased all memory of her earlier days. Even those who might have answers remain silent. The locals shun Blackthorn House, and the strange spinster who practices her father’s macabre art.

 

As the last peal of the midnight bell fades to silence, a woman is found dead—a stranger Connie noticed near the church. In the coming days, snippets of long lost memories will begin to tease through Connie’s mind, offering her glimpses of her vanished years. Who is the victim, and why has her death affected Connie so deeply? Why is she watched by a mysterious figure who has suddenly appeared on the marsh nearby? Is her father trying to protect her with his silence—or someone else? The answers are tied to a dark secret that lies at the heart of Blackthorn House, hidden among the bell jars of her father’s workshop—a mystery that draws Connie closer to danger . . . closer to madness . . . closer to the startling truth.

 

The Belial Stone (The Belial Series Book 1) by R.D. Brady

An innocent discovery on a Montana ranch two years ago, sets off a series of events that may very well change the world . . . if it doesn’t end it first.

 

Professor Delaney McPhearson’s life is turned upside down when her best friend, archaeologist Drew Masters, is found dead. Before she can deal with the heartbreaking loss, she is viciously attacked in her home by a man with inhuman fighting abilities.

 

Former Navy SEAL and head of security for a global think tank, Jake Rogan drops everything when he hears his foster brother, Tom Jeffries, has gone missing. There seem to be no clues, no information about his whereabouts. He has just vanished. But Jake won’t rest until he finds him.

 

Laney and Jake join forces when they learn that the fates of their loved ones are intertwined. And somehow all the danger that dogs their steps, revolves around an eccentric archaeologist’s controversial work on Gobekli Tepe, and the search for an ancient source of power.

 

Their personal quest soon becomes a race to protect humanity’s very existence. But how can they defeat a foe who has been planning his moves for millennia?

 

To save mankind, Laney and Jake know they must succeed. But to succeed, they must live long enough to fight.

 

About

The Belial Stone is a non-stop, action packed thriller about a search for an ancient weapon hidden for thousands of years, the questions about how people came to be, and a race to save us all. With a strong attention to detail, R.D. weaves history, science, and religion into one fascinating tale that will leave the reader wondering, where does the truth end and fiction begin?

 

And Then She Was GONE: A riveting new suspense novel that keeps you guessing until the end by Christopher Greyson

What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light…

 

The silhouette stood at the edge of the woods like a spider watching a fly enter its carefully crafted web. Only a few more steps and she’d be within its grasp.

 

Stacy Shaw has her whole life ahead of her. New job, new house and now a baby on the way—everything she’s ever hoped for is finally coming true. But on a warm summer night on the way home from work, she vanishes. The police race to find her, but the clues don’t add up. Conflicting facts emerge as her story twists and turns, sending the trail spiraling in all directions.

 

A hometown hero with a heart of gold, Jack Stratton was raised in a whorehouse by his prostitute mother. Jack seemed destined to become another statistic, but now his life has taken a turn for the better. Determined to escape his past, he’s headed for a career in law enforcement. When his foster mother asks him to look into the girl’s disappearance, Jack quickly gets drawn into a baffling mystery. As Jack digs deeper, everyone becomes a suspect—including himself. Caught between the criminals and the cops, can Jack discover the truth in time to save the girl? Or will he become the next victim?

 

Grab your copy of this brand new novel in the highly-acclaimed, wildly-popular Detective Jack Stratton Series and start reading this electrifying whodunit today!

 

The Professor (McMurtrie and Drake Legal Thrillers Book 1) by Robert Bailey

Law professor Thomas Jackson McMurtrie literally wrote the book on evidence in the state of Alabama. But when a power-hungry colleague uses a recent run-in between McMurtrie and headstrong student Rick Drake to end his career, he is left unsure what to do next.

 

Meanwhile, a devastating trucking accident in Henshaw, Alabama, leaves a young family dead. Drake, now a fledgling lawyer, takes the case against the freight carrier and soon begins to uncover the truth behind the tragedy that is buried in a tangled web of arson, bribery, and greed. On the eve of the trial and with his case unraveling in the midst of a dangerous cover-up that threatens to silence his star witnesses, Drake realizes that only his estranged mentor, Professor McMurtrie, can help him now.

 

With everything to lose and only justice to gain, will McMurtrie and Drake overcome bad blood to defeat a ruthless adversary? Can the Professor turn back the clock and recover all that he’s lost?

 

Revised edition: This edition of The Professor includes editorial revisions.

 

Unlucky For Some (Detective Chief Inspector Lloyd & Judy Hill Mysteries) by Jill McGown

Selected by The Times (London) as one of the twentieth century’s “100 Masters of Crime,” Jill McGown writes mystery-suspense novels with plots that defy second-guessing. In Unlucky for Some, her thirteenth book featuring Detective Chief Inspectors Lloyd and Hill, the quiet life of an English town scarcely conceals the deadly menace lurking around dark corners and within the human mind.

 

Michael Waterman is a self-made millionaire. His casinos and nightclubs ensure a constant flow of cash, and Waterman knows what he needs to do to keep it that way. So far, it seems, he has stayed on the right side of the law. Certainly, no one seriously suspects him of murdering bingo player Wilma Fenton, who was struck down while walking home with a purse crammed full of winnings. Her murder looks like an ordinary mugging except for one oddity: The killer had left Wilma’s money neatly fanned out across her body.

 

The motive behind the bafflingly violent act dogs Lloyd and Hill– now married and the harried parents of a two-year-old daughter. The stakes are raised with a second murder, modeled on the first . . . and then a third. A cold-blooded killer is challenging not only the police but the one witness to the first slaying: England’s premier expert on serial crime, well-known journalist and TV personality, Tony Baker. It has now become a twisted game of madness and logic–in which failure to outwit the murderer means more senseless deaths.

 

In this astonishing Lloyd and Hill novel, Jill McGown’s storytelling genius will captivate longtime fans as well as first-time readers. Unlucky for Some is lucky for all admirers of virtuoso suspense writing.

 

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The Story Behind The Evanders Series by @ElleLainey #fantasy #YA #LGTB


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Evanders wasn’t my first MM romance, but it was certainly the first with primary gay characters. My first MM romance came within The Belesone Pack Trilogy, when I wrote the character Leo, who never fitted with any of the female characters I tried to pair him with. Then I found the right man for him and everything fell into place.

 

Writing Evanders wasn’t that easy.

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I started writing fiction around the age of fourteen. That’s when I really started making my own stories and inventing new characters. Of course, they were mostly based on people I’d read about or met at first, until my imagination grew. And back then I had a few gay friends, but it was never really something anyone thought too strongly about. It wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t something that made them different. Back then, to us teenagers, it was the same as having a different hair colour: it just was. It was a fact of life, something they were born with and we accepted that without a fuss.

From what I saw, there wasn’t all this bullying and name calling that you read about in stories or on TV shows. And if there was, then I never saw it, because believe me I’d have been kicking their butt if it happened around me.

So when I started writing my fiction stories, all my main characters were Male to Female and had extraordinary romances. That’s just because that’s what I saw on a daily basis, from TV to movies to books and real life. Then I came across the M/M genre – which I hadn’t previously known existed – by accident. I was doing research for a story and stumbled across from fan-fiction by the excellent Beren_Writes AKA Natasha Duncan Drake. They weren’t YA by any means, but I devoured all the stories I could read – Harry Potter and Tokio Hotel mostly. I was gobsmacked. I’d never read anything like it, but it was amazing. These stories were excellent pieces of writing, with great storylines and plot and I just had to read more.

When I had finished reading everything of Beren_Writes that looked good to me, I started scouring Amazon for free M/M stories so that I could further explore this wonderful new (to me) genre. Through that, I opened my reading world to new authors as I began to explore more options.

Thanks to Beren_Writes fan fiction stories and a magical novel by a writer friend D.M. Andrews that I was privileged enough to review for him, I was suddenly flooded with inspiration. I wanted to write my own paranormal/magical story, inspired by but not based on these two authors stories. I got my plan together and decided on what I wanted.

Then, without even realising it, I looked back to find that my main character Riley, a banshee, was a male who fell in love with the other main character Payson, a vampire. Also male. And HOT DOGS I realised I’d just accidentally written my first M/M story, too buzzed with excitement to notice. It certainly wasn’t intentional; the creative juices often flow right out of me until I barely remember what I’ve written, only that I’m about five pages in and itching to keep going.

Of course, not everything goes smoothly when you have a new story. It sat at just three chapters for nearly six months, while my first published book was released. I had absolutely no idea how much promotion was required by the author when a book was released, so I had to abandon my new story, simply called Evanders at the time, for a while.

Thankfully, by the time the first few hectic weeks of promotion were done, I was still flooded with inspiration and dying to get back to my Evanders story. All I had at that point was the introductions to a few of the characters, though in a far different format and in a less well written style than what you’ll find in the final book.

But I had a problem. I was lost within the story. I had no idea how to get it from Point A – these three chapters I had written – to Point B – to where it might form a useable storyline. I though the problem was that I was writing in a genre I wasn’t accomplished with and that I shouldn’t try my hand at. Because, really, all those awesome M/M writers were so much better than me and I lost my confidence in the story as it was. So I went back to what I knew – MF romance.

For the next month, I changed every he, him and his in Evanders to change Riley from a boy to a girl. I was going to make it a traditional MF romance, since it was always going to be PG rated anyway. And for another six months I barely wrote anything. I got maybe two more chapters added, but five chapters didn’t make a novel. It certainly didn’t mean anything, either, because these five chapters were purely short introductions to the characters I wanted to include in the trilogy, mostly only about 3-word document pages long. It was nothing. Not enough for a story.

Eventually, I realised what the problem was: I wanted Riley to be a boy and fall in love with Payson. Without that part of the storyline and without going with my gut instincts the story would never get written. So I went back to the beginning and replaced every she and her with he, him and his to change Riley back from a girl to a boy, returning to my original plan. Now, changing the sex of your character five chapters in is never easy, but I did it and read every word of what I’d written so far. Suddenly, all that inspiration was back and I was writing again.

It took me a long time to realise that my original problem wasn’t that Riley was a boy; it was that I had limited my thinking in the general scope of the story. I always knew I wanted to write a trilogy, because I wanted each of the eight main characters to have a big part in the overall story. But I had limited my original plot to romance. I had book 1 featuring Riley and Payson’s romance. Back then, Spike never existed as more than a side character because I’d once again limited myself – notice a theme here? – to a two-person relationship that just didn’t feel right.

By the time I was ready to write the entire first novel, I had a better idea of where it was going. I had decided to let my characters speak to me and encourage me, to tell me where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. Then I sat down and wrote out the brief outline of the paranormal/fantasy aspect. I wrote the plot that would arc throughout the trilogy – the prospect of the troubles they would encounter and how it would come about, even the difficulties in facing it and the things they’d have to do to find the truth. Then I wrote out each of the character’s parts, how they fitted in and where they would lead the story.

At the end of book 1, I was a little exhausted from the story. I had been working on it non-stop and thinking of nothing else. I needed a break. But I couldn’t shake the idea that Phil needed his own story, too. So, I set the magical aspect aside and wrote out Phil’s story, which somehow flowed out of me over a few days.

I finally had a basis for the trilogy.

After that, I took a few months off. It wasn’t intentional, but I’d written more adult MM novels and by publishing them, I had given myself more work. More editing, more planning, more writing, more promotion and so much more of everything required to go into a published book.

When I finally realised how long it had been since I had completed book 1, I re-read the entire novel and all my notes for books 2 and 3. I was shocked to find that it was all in bullet point, note form, with no real plan set forth on how to bring it together into a novel.

I spent a week or two reformatting my notes into something workable. Then I started writing. Book 2 was actually quite easy to write, just because I had all this information to work with and I knew now how I wanted to put it together.

Book 3 wasn’t so easy. In fact, it took me a year off between books 2 and 3 to actually finish writing it. Again, it was due to other demands, but I was determined to finish the series. It was hard, because I had the foundation blocks, as well as the middle evolution of the plot, but I didn’t know how to finish it. My notes had been used up and there was nothing left. It was all down to me thinking up the ending, without any help from previous notes.

It took me a while, perhaps a few months, to put it all together and then I was off.

I had finally finished.

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The way the story came to be was exhausting. But what I really loved about the process was that it worked.

I began writing a romance novel, that progressed into a paranormal fantasy and became some epic trilogy that exceeded my expectations. Yes, the romance part was important at first, but the story that evolved from Riley and Payson’s initial friendship was so much more important.

Without them, the story would have stagnated at a romance and never gone any further.

 

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The School of Second Chances
(Evanders School for Enchanted Personage #1)
by Elaine White
Genre: YA Fantasy (LGBT)
Release Date: August 28th 2016
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When a group of mishaps are drawn together at the most prestigious magical school in Scotland, vampires meet banshees, witches meet wolves, and things begin to happen that haven’t happened for an age. For these eight teenagers, turning sixteen has never seemed so terrifying. To learn how to hone their skills, they will discover more secrets lurking behind the shadows of their mythical lives than they ever realised existed. How they survive the school is one thing. How they survive each other will be quite another.

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The Lost and Lonely

(Evanders School for Enchanted Personage #1.5)

by Elaine White

Genre: YA Fantasy (LGBT)

Release Date: August 28th 2016

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Phil always thought his life was going to be chaotic. Orphaned as a child and having grown up in foster care, his boyfriend Logan is the only shining light in his world, along with Phil’s two foster sisters, Ella and Estelle. But when Estelle goes off to a fancy new boarding school, suddenly everything changes. His life won’t always be dark and lonely, but it will no longer be simple, either. When the Sutherland’s enter his life, Phil has to question what secrets he’s willing to keep and where the word ‘magical’ fits into his normal, human life.  

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Elaine White is the author of multi-genre romance, covering everything from paranormal, crime and contemporary. Growing up in a small town and fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. Living vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, she lives comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle.

The Winner of two Watty Awards – Collector’s Dream (An Unpredictable Life) and Hidden Gem (Faithfully) – she has explored the worlds of multiple genres, but remains a romantic at heart. A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with reading and writing LGBT romance, offering diversity in both genre and character within her stories.

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Asunder, A Novel of the Civil War by @CurtLock #TuesdayBookBlog #books #CivilWar


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Title:  Asunder, A Novel of the Civil War

Author: Curt Locklear

Genre:  Historical Fiction/ Romance

Publisher: Outskirts Press

Book Cover Credit:  Karen Phillips

Author Picture Credit:  Sandra Timm

 

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Thrust into the middle of Civil War battle, with both Union and Rebel protagonists and antagonists, Asunder, the first in the Trilogy, is a story of love and loss and of families torn apart.

 

Thoroughly researched, the novel presents numerous complex, memorable characters struggling against incredible odds in an epic spanning from Texas to New York.

 

he story begins in frigid February, long after the battle. Cyntha Favor, an abolitionist and ardent believer in Spiritualism, searches the battlefield in hopes of finding her husband’s grave. Having received erroneous reports of his death, she hopes to free his tormented soul. During the Civil War, it is estimated that at least one-fifth of the population wholeheartedly believed in Spiritualism. Mary Lincoln held séances in the White House with President Lincoln in attendance. Sara Reeder, initially naïve and an ardent supporter of the Southern cause, is thrust into the battle maelstrom. An excellent horse-woman, she rides to warn the army of a surprise attack, but is too late. With battle all around, she aids wounded Union soldiers, and her zeal for the war changes forever.

 

In early 1861, both armies wore an assortment of uniforms. The Union had not adopted the standard blue uniform. Cyntha’s husband, a Union soldier, Iowa Grays volunteer, Joseph Favor, is found unconscious by Sara. Nursed to health by Sara and her father, Lucas, he awakens with no memory, unable to recall even the battle. The Reeders perceive him, since he is dressed in gray, to be a Confederate. Dred Workman, a conniving Iowan comrade and deserter to the Rebels, falsely identifies Joseph as a Cavalryman in the Third Texas.

 

The Reeder home is turned into a hospital. Soon, they are left to care for numerous wounded with no help from the army. Lucas blames Lincoln for the war. Based on an actual event, he holds a grudge against the president for something that happened before the war when Lincoln was a lawyer. Lucas and his slave have become friends, no longer slave and master. Sara and Joseph are romantically drawn to each other, but Joseph is haunted by fleeting images of his past. Joseph is called to join the cavalry. Will this parting keep them from being together? Joined by her freeman employee and confidant, Josiah Reynolds, Cyntha’s headstrong manner lands her in confinement by the Union army. She meets a dubious Spiritualist who convinces her that Joseph’s soul is indeed tormented.

 

Learning her brother is accused of robbery, and aided by a quirky Rebel supporter, Constance Carver, she plans escape. Her brother has problems of his own when the steamboat he is a passenger on sinks in a storm. The survivors are attacked by River Pirates. With Missouri marauder gangs closing in on the Reeder farm, the Spiritualist Fox sisters holding séances, and devastating battles, Asunder drives towards a devastating climax.

 

Excerpt:

“Am I going to die?” he said. He seemed less anxious and more curious.

Sara dried her hands on her skirt. I really do not know what to say, she thought. She had seen death before when a cow or calf had died. She had helped with the slaughtering of pigs, goats and chickens. She had attended funerals of friends and of her brothers when she was young and seen the bodies lying in coffins, but she had not seen this. She felt she could only dissuade him from the truth. She stroked his brow, “Of course not.  You’re just a little hurt. You’ll get better.”

“How come I can’t feel my legs?” he said. “I think I’m pretty hurt.”

Sara sat back in a kneeling position and saw the blood spilling from the soldier’s back and spreading, turning the grass russet. The blood had spread to stain her skirt as well. She struggled to hide her horror. Without thinking, and more to just be doing something, she set about rubbing his legs very hard.

“I’m kind of cold, miss,” he whispered, “Is there a blanket?”

Sara bit her lip to hold back her tears. To her, he had a face similar to her oldest brother.

Then his pupils fixed.

She stopped rubbing his legs and set her hands in her lap. Her mind refused to believe the young man had died. Time froze for her. Once again, she felt the pinch of nausea, but it was mixed with a deep sadness. Trying not to look at the startled expression on the lifeless face, she lightly shut his eyes.

With a deep breath, Sara rose and walked to the next wounded soldier lying on his back. She tore cloth from her skirt hem and bound his bloody shoulder. Three Rebel soldiers bent over the remaining wounded, staunching one soldier’s bleeding foot and binding the head-wound of another. The sergeant and a private gathered the remaining weapons from the dead and wounded soldiers and stacked them against a sweet gum tree.

In their little shaded forest hospital ward, the battle seemed far away. The deep forest muffled the sounds of battle which, once more, momentarily drifted away to almost nothing.

A slight-built Confederate said, “I wonder if we won this battle, or if the Yanks did.”

No one answered him. The battle no longer mattered, only caring for the wounded.

Sara continued to give directions, though she did not need to, for the soldiers bound the wounds with torn shirts taken from the dead and offered liquor from an earthenware jug that a Confederate had carried with him all through the battle. They labored in general silence. The slight-built one said to her, “I was wondering. Are you the general’s daughter?”

“No,” Sara, taken aback, laughed nervously. “I’m just here to help you to fight these Yanks and make them go home.”

A private, dressed in a smart gray uniform with his jacket open at the top, revealing a shirt with dainty flowered stripes, approached Sara and offered a weak smile. “Miss, would it be okay if you take a look at me, too.” He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a red blossoming stain, then he slumped down.

Sara rushed to him, caught his arm and slowed his fall. This soldier, with long, tangled, blond locks spilling over his eyes, looked familiar, and a thought leapt to her mind that perhaps he was the one who had sung to her. She held her hand behind his head and helped him lie on the ground. “Give me some help here. One of ours is hurt badly.”

Sara brushed the hair from over his eyes and beheld a face she was sure was indeed too familiar.  Her mind raced, and her heart felt like it would burst from her chest. Breathing came hard for her, but she forced herself to ask the young, fair-skinned man lying cradled in her arms, “Did you two days ago sing a song for me in camp?”

The soldier looked puzzled, then stared off in the distance as if gathering a memory. He coughed a rattling cough. Looking back at her, he whispered, “I do like to sing.” Then he said something else, too soft for Sara to hear. His breathing became labored.

She bent closer to his lips, tears pooling in her eyes. “Please, say that again. I couldn’t understand you.” She looked into his eyes that seemed to hold no fear, but a sort of quiet resignation.  His clean-shaven face was pale though his cheeks were sunburnt, his thin lips chapped.

In a whisper she could barely hear, he breathed out, “Yes, I sang to you, and you gave me a tin of milk.” He smiled, the lids of his eyes fluttering to closed. “It was good milk. Reminded me of home.”

The other Confederates gathered around Sara and their fallen comrade. The sergeant unbuttoned the boy’s jacket and revealed the shirt, coated in blood. A jagged wound oozed dark maroon. The sergeant looked up at Sara. His eyes said it all. The young soldier, just like the Yankee cavalryman, had no hope.

Sara’s eyes flooded with tears, and she began shaking uncontrollably and wailing. “No!” she screamed between heaving gasps. “This is not what war is supposed to be!”

The old, gray sergeant gently took her arms and lifted her to her feet. She stumbled away with him supporting her. She sobbed and had trouble catching her breath and collapsed to the ground.

Somewhere in the caverns of her ears she heard one of the Confederates say, “Sergeant, he’s passed on.”

 

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Author Biography:

CURT LOCKLEAR – award-winning author, history teacher, musician, composer, and positive education consultant.  In my career, I have delivered presentations to thousands, small and large groups. My talks are always sprinkled with jokes and intriguing stories. If asked, I can play a few Civil War era tunes on my banjo and/or guitar.

My father trained a race-horse in the Kentucky Derby. My mother was a librarian. I’m related to the first wing-walker. My heritage is Southern and Northern. My Rebel forbearer once cleverly hid from a Yankee squad in corn crib. My Yankee forbearer was a bugler.

 

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“Maia must trust someone to survive” Shadow Fall by @AudreyGreyBooks #books #scifi #YA


Shadow Fall
Audrey Grey
(Shadow Fall, #1)
Published by: Blaze Publishing
Publication date: November 22nd 2016
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

The asteroid hurtling toward the earth will kill billions.

The Emperor and his Gold Court will be safe in their space station, watching from the stars. The Silvers will be protected underground. But the Bronzes must fight it out at the Shadow Trials for the few remaining spots left on the space station.

When an enigmatic benefactor hands Maia Graystone a spot in the Trials, she won’t just get a chance at salvation for her and her baby brother, Max: She gets to confront the mother who abandoned her in prison, the mad Emperor who murdered her father, and the Gold prince who once loved her. But it’s the dark bastard prince she’s partnered with that will make her question everything, including her own heart. With the asteroid racing closer every day, Maia must trust someone to survive.

The question is who?

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My legs wobble as I step into the now lukewarm water. I sink to the bottom. Tiny bubbles escape my nose as I watch all the ugly remnants from the last seven years leave my body.

Lungs burning, I rise and come face-to-face with Pit Boy.

I glare at him. “You really have to work on the knocking thing.”

Despite the fact that I’m indecent, his attention never falls from my face. I almost wish it would, just to give me a break from the intensity of his focus.

“I only get a few more hours to be the ‘one-eyed freak’ from the pit. Might as well take advantage.” He doesn’t dare crack a smile, so it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious.

“Don’t worry. In my heart, that’s exactly who you’ll always be.”

His words remind me that soon we’ll be reconstructed using forbidden nanotech. But it won’t just be our flesh they’ll reengineer. It will be our brains, too.

I don’t foresee my rewiring being too complicated, but Riser needs to upload almost twenty years of false memories. That will be tricky and time-consuming.

And time is the one thing we don’t have.

Riser flicks his gaze to the mirror. He lifts a hand, touches the patch of mottled flesh where his eye should be.

“How did it happen?” I ask.

“Careful, my lady.” His gaze settles on my face. “You’re beginning to sound like you care.”

I roll my eyes. “And I thought I was lacking in conversational skills.”

He focuses his attention on the graffiti sprayed across the mirror.

“It’s written language,” I blurt, even though all I want to do is end the conversation so Pit Boy can leave. His presence unnerves me more than the other Pit Leeches ever could. “It’s how we communicate.”

“I know what it is.” He examines his jagged thumbnail. “I just . . . can’t read it.”

“It’s just stuff about the Chosen. You know, insults.” The populace is finicky. As much as they love watching the Chosen with their petty intrigues and court life, they would be just as happy to see their heads on a pike.

“Chosen?”

Time to explain what you are, Everly, Nicolai’s voice grates inside my head. Riser’s eyes flutter just enough that I know he’s heard Nicolai’s voice too.

You do it, I think, watching Riser’s reaction. But his face remains emotionless; either he’s a good actor or only Nicolai can hear my response.

“The Royalist astronomers discovered the asteroid twenty-one years ago,” I begin. “It’s actually a slow moving planet called an earth-crosser, meaning its orbit and ours intersect every twenty-thousand years. Usually it’s too far away to affect us, but this time it will pass close enough to wreak havoc and make the earth uninhabitable for years.” I stir the water with my big toe. “Before I was born, the Emperor decided that creating a population of genetically superior humans would be a great idea, you know, just in case the Caskets don’t work or the asteroid does more damage than predicted.”

Riser’s hyper-focused gaze bores through me. “You’re one of them?”

“Yes.” I run my hand through the filthy water. “But my father’s a Bronze, so even though my mother comes from a Gold House, the Emperor only allowed them one Chosen instead of the customary twins. So it’s just me . . . not Max.”

“What makes being Chosen so special?”

“I don’t know . . .” I bite my lip, trying to remember everything my parents told me. “My genes are perfect, I guess.”

For some reason, talking about my body makes me remember that I am naked in a room with a boy. As if reading my mind, Riser slowly lets his gaze fall, his expression both curious and unapologetic as he takes me all in, his thoughts cryptic.

“What are you staring at?” I blurt, smashing my breasts beneath my hands. Not like there’s much there to cover. “Haven’t you seen a naked girl before?”

A smile twitches his lips. “Not one that’s genetically flawless.

“It doesn’t work that way! You can’t just look at us and tell. We look like everyone else—”

“No.” Riser shakes his head, a dark swath of hair covering his damaged eye. “You don’t. Whatever you are.”

“You must be happy . . . about our reconstruction, I mean,” I mumble, trying desperately to change the subject. “They’ll fix your eye . . . and . . . and all those horrible scars.”

I freeze as he slides off the counter, unable to look away as he hooks one finger beneath his shirt and lifts.

Scars ravage his anemic body in varying shades of red and silver and white. Some deep and pitted like the craters of a far-away planet, others smooth and neat. One particular nasty scar carves down his shoulder, tunneling across his chest and stomach. A fresh red wound nestles just below his throat.

He carefully touches the long ugly one. “I’m not ashamed for surviving.”

 

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Audrey Grey lives in the charming state of Oklahoma, with her husband, two little people, and four mischievous dogs. You can usually find her hiding out in her office from said little people and dogs, surrounded by books and sipping kombucha while dreaming up wondrous worlds for her characters to live in.

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J.C. and the Bijoux Jolis by New York Times Bestseller @KatyRegnery #Romance #Books


J.C. and the Bijoux Jolis
Katy Regnery
(The Rousseaus, #3)
Publication date: November 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery’s New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!

If the best man and maid of honor are both single, it’s practically an unwritten rule that they should pork.

…so begins a rocky acquaintance between Jean-Christian “J.C.” Rousseau and Libitz Feingold at the wedding of J.C.’s brother and Lib’s best friend. While manslut best man J.C. is surprised when maid of honor Libitz soundly spurns his advances, his curiosity is piqued. The girl he couldn’t have becomes the only one he wants.

So, when he finds a seventy-year-old portrait in the attic of his sister’s mansion that bears an uncanny resemblance to the prickly gallery owner, he enlists her help in solving a mystery seven decades in the making. Traveling from Philadelphia to New York to Marseille, a couple who started off as enemies will discover that even cynics can find true love…and mortal man is no match for destiny.

*All books in The Blueberry Lane Series can be enjoyed as standalone novels.*

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“You must be the famous Libitz,” he’d opened, taking his assigned seat beside her, and flashing his sexiest grin.

After all, if she was his chosen conquest for the weekend, there was no time like the present to work his wiles. Wearing a simple black sheath dress with aqua circles, 70s-style mod make-up and oversized silver and crystal chandelier earrings that almost brushed her thin shoulders, she’d turned to him and blinked those wide, all-seeing eyes.

“And you…must be kidding.”

Taken aback, he’d stared at her for a second before chuckling. “Wha—I mean, how’s that?”

“Let’s start over,” she said, cocking her head to the side. “Here’s your line, Romeo: “Hi, I’m Étienne’s brother, Jean-Christian. It’s nice to meet you.” Want to give it a try?”

He cleared his throat, his smile fading. “Hi, I’m Étienne’s brother, Jean-Christian. It’s nice to meet you.”

She locked eyes with his, her lips neutral, neither tilted up nor down. “Hi. I’m Libitz Feingold, Kate’s best friend…and it’s not cold enough.”

“What?” asked J.C., feeling completely turned around.

“It’s not cold enough in hell for me to fall for someone like you,” she said, then shifted back around to talk to the person on her other side.

Well, fuck me, thought J.C., taking another gulp of beer as he tried to figure out if he was insulted or impressed. After a moment, he nudged her in the side with his elbow and she looked at him over her shoulder, her expression annoyed.

“Yes?”

“I hear the temperature’s dropping there,” he said casually, then added, “because they’re expecting a visit from you.”

“Ha!” she chortled, a genuine grin brightening her eyes for a moment before she quickly reigned it back in to practiced ennui. “Is that right?”

He shrugged, tipping his bottle of beer back as he held her eyes, challenging her to come back at him with something clever. “So I heard.”

“From all the friends you’ve got there?”

He almost spit his beer out. Damn, but she was quick.

“Truce?’ he asked, placing his beer on the table and holding out his hand.

She stared at his hand for a moment, then looked away, leaning forward to pick up her champagne glass and bringing it slowly to her lips. “No, thanks. Mama didn’t raise no fool.”

“You’re unreal.” She shook her head, that bored look still in place.

“Nope. I’m real. I’m just not a good target for charming scamps looking for trouble.”

“A target? Shit. Who got to you?” he asked, feeling a little abused by her insta-judgement of him without actually getting a chance to know him in person. Not that she was wrong exactly. But getting into trouble with the right person could be a hell of a lot of fun.

“The list is long and distinguished,” she shot back.

His eyes widened and his lips wobbled.

“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head as her cheeks bloomed an appealing pink under her make-up. “I walked right into that one didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” said J.C. with what he hoped was a disarming grin. “All together, now…”

“So’s my Johnson,” they said at the same time, quoting the rebuttal line from Top Gun.

“Hey, look at that,” he said, still smiling at her. “You do know how to have fun. I was beginning to worry.”

Her smile instantly faded. “You’re not as cute as you think you are.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding as he finished the last of his beer. “I am.”

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

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The Never Dawn by @R_E_Palmer Intrigued MRS N #bookreview #dystopian #YA


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Title: The Never Dawn

Author: R.E. Palmer

Genre: YA Dystopian

 

Book Blurb:

NEW DYSTOPIAN TRILOGY: BOOK ONE

 

All his young life, Noah has longed to see the sky he’s only heard about in stories. For over one hundred years, Noah’s people have toiled deep beneath the Earth preparing for The New Dawn – the historic day when they will emerge to reclaim the land stolen by a ruthless enemy.

 

But when Rebekah, the girl of his forbidden desire, discovers a secret their leader has been so desperate to keep, Noah suspects something is wrong. Together, they escape and begin the long climb to the surface. But nothing could prepare them for what awaits outside.

 

BOOK TWO, CLOUD CUCKOO is out now!

 

My Review:

Imagine being forced to live underground and not even being able to see the sky. Mother says it’s for your own protection. Is she telling the truth or is it all a lie?

 

The Never Dawn is the story of Noah, a young man living in a dystopian society. There are rules for everything and it’s all about the collective good. There is no personal identity, no individuality and if one person amongst your team messes up or slows down, the whole group suffers.

 

One day, Noah is given the diary of Moses, a hero of his society (called The Ark)  over one hundred years ago, and what he discovers while reading shocks him to the core. Noah shares what he reads with his forbidden crush, Rebekah, and together they embark on a deadly journey to reach the surface. Will they make it or will their enemies put a stop to it?

 

As someone who isn’t a huge dystopian fan, I really enjoyed it. The characters were original, relatable and I was deeply invested as a reader. Noah was fascinating to watch as he uncovered truths that crumbled his faith. His honest reactions to what he dealt with separated this series from other dystopians for me.

 

Palmer takes the reader into a society not far from our own and makes us re-evaluate our belief system. Do we blindly believe without searching out answers and if so, are we no better than those in this story?

 

Highly recommend for fans of Divergent, Hunger Games and those who love immersing themselves in dystopian universes. Can’t wait for the next book in the series.

 

Favorite Character: Noah. I attached myself to him almost from page one and it was an emotional roller coaster ride to the end. Seeing him confront reality with faith and deciding for himself what to do was a pleasure. A relatable character many will love.

 

Favorite Quote:

Read a preview: http://www.theneverdawn.com/preview.html and decide for yourself which quote is the best.

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Never-Dawn-R-E-Palmer-ebook/dp/B01JVI3GXE

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Author Biography:

From an early age, I loved to read and soon developed a love of sci-fi, fantasy and horror. After writing a number of short stories since my late teens, I finally completed my first novel in 2012; SKY. The sequel, Stargazers, was published in June 2013. I’m currently writing a dystopian trilogy – all three books will be out by December 2016.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

“I got a dead body, in a sleigh, in the emergency room” Yuletide Slaying by @patyjag #mystery


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Title: Yuletide Slaying

Author: Paty Jager

Genre: Murder Mystery

 

Book Blurb:

Book 7 of the Shandra Higheagle Mystery series

Family, Revenge, Murder

When Shandra Higheagle’s dog brings her a dead body in a sleigh full of presents, her world is turned upside down. The man is a John Doe and within twenty-four hours another body is found.

Detective Ryan Greer receives a call that has them both looking over their shoulders. A vengeful brother of a gang member who died in a gang war is out for Ryan’s blood. Shandra’s dreams and Ryan’s fellow officers may not be enough to keep them alive to share Christmas.

 

Excerpt:

A quick glance up the street revealed the volunteers bustling about getting the carnival games ready at the school grounds. Not a good direction to lead a sleigh holding what appeared to be a dead man. Best to find out if he was still alive. She led Sheba down the street alongside the clinic and up to the emergency door. She pressed the buzzer and waited, scanning the area between the clinic and where she’d found Sheba. Whoever injured this man was out there somewhere. A chill chased up her back.

 

The doors swished open. Relief washed through her at the sight of Chandler Treat, the emergency nurse. His brother was engaged to one of Shandra’s friends. And he’d tended to her before when someone had tried to run her down in the grocery store parking lot.

 

“Shandra, good to see you.” He glanced at Sheba. “This isn’t a vet clinic.” He smiled and laughed at his own joke.

 

“I- She-.” Words weren’t coming, so she stepped aside and waved to the body in the sleigh.

 

The nurse’s dark face lightened a shade. “Where did you get that?” He stepped by her and grabbed the body’s wrist, placing his fingers between the cuff of the winter coat and the thick mitten on the man’s hand.

 

The wide-eyed look and slight shake of Chandler’s head told her the man wouldn’t see another Christmas.

 

“Where did you find him?” He keyed in numbers and the emergency doors opened again. “Lead that dog in here so we can get the man out of the sleigh.”

 

“Shouldn’t you call the police before you do that?” Even though she didn’t want to be connected to another dead body, she knew the police needed to see the evidence before the body was moved.

 

“Good idea.” Once they were all inside the clinic, Chandler picked up a phone and dialed.

 

Shandra wrapped the leash around her hand and then unwound it. Sheba pressed against her, all playfulness gone as her large brown eyes with droopy lids stared at her.

 

“Yeah, you heard me right. I got a dead body, in a sleigh, in the emergency room.” Chandler hung up the phone.

 

 

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Apple https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1170976627

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/yuletide-slaying

 

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Author Biography:

Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 25+ novels and over a dozen novellas and short stories of murder mystery, western historical romance, and action adventure. She has a RomCon Reader’s Choice Award for her Action Adventure and received the EPPIE Award for Best Contemporary Romance. Her first mystery, Double Duplicity, was a finalist in the Chanticleer Mayhem and Mystery Award and is a runner-up in the RONE Award Mystery category.  This is what Mysteries Etc says about her Shandra Higheagle mystery series: “Mystery, romance, small town, and Native American heritage combine to make a compelling read.”

 

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[INFOGRAPH] 8 Interesting Facts About Mary from Princess of the Light #books #ASMSG #IARTG


 

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Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Blurb:

Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help.

Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness.

Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself. When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her. But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world?

50% of the proceeds go directly to Food Banks in USA and Canada.

 

Read a Sample From Amazon:

Princess of the Light

 

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Light-N/dp/1502438453

Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Goodreads:

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Author Bio:

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N. N. Light is the bestselling husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N.

Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG and Independent Author Network.

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

We’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

Website: http://princessofthelight.com

Blog: https://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/nnlight

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/NNP_W_Light

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nnlight

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/n-n-light

Email: nnlight@outlook.com

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/n-n-light/90/1a7/902

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/118060034268079734144/posts

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/nnlight

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/n-n-light.html

 

If You Love #Medical #Mystery, You’ll Love This Series by @LinWilder #amreading #POTLReads


Fragrance Shed by a Violet

Title: The Fragrance Shed By A Violet: Murder in the Medical Center 2nd edition

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Medical Mystery

Publisher: Wyatt Mackenzie Imprint

Book Blurb:

Why did a Houston district attorney decide to involve the state in an area of the law that it has historically treated as sacrosanct: that of medical decision-making? Why did the DA decide to charge McCall with murder rather than criminal negligence in a civil court? Author Lin Weeks Wilder continues Dr. Lindsey McCall’s story in the new book, “The Fragrance Shed By A Violet Cover: Murder in The Medical Center”.

In a city where the Texas Medical Center reigns as one of the top employers in Houston, housing over three thousand medical researchers making the news with new pharmaceutical discoveries almost daily, why did twelve Houstonians unanimously decide to convict Dr. McCall for intentional murder following her trial?”

These are the questions that lead investigative reporter Kate Townsend to write a Pulitzer Prize winning series called Murder in the Texas Medical Center. Haunted by the knowledge that her new-found fame has been purchased at too high a price; Kate is sure that McCall is not guilty.

Texas Governor Greg Bell hires former homicide detective and criminal defense attorney Rich Jansen to fix the escalating problems at the Huntsville Prisons recently inflamed by a lawsuit against infamous inmate Dr. Lindsey McCall. Dr. McCall is an internationally acclaimed cardiologist, researcher, and a 2002 nominee for the Nobel Prize for Medicine. When Jansen’s skills quickly result in the resignation of an incompetent prison medical director, he realizes that this strange saga is just beginning.

Mark Twain wrote that forgiveness was the fragrance shed by a violet upon the heel of the boot that has crushed it. This medical mystery weaves together the lives of two sisters, Lindsey, and Paula, with those of strangers as each cope with loss, betrayal, jealousy, and the exquisitely painful journey to forgiveness.

Excerpt:

Prologue

She lay listening to the unfamiliar night sounds: the pacing of other sleepless prisoners, the occasional echo of a heavy-footed guard making his rounds. Mostly though, she waited for the terror of the dream to subside, for the iron bands around her heart to loosen, and for the awful pressure on her chest to lighten so that she could breathe. And she waited for her heart to climb back down into her chest and out of her throat.

The dream was a familiar one. It had begun four years before following the sudden death of a fifty-two-year-old man whose heart she had catheterized. Dr. Lindsey McCall had surgical hands—a reference to the skill and dexterity that she brought to the Cardiac Catheterization Laboratory at the University of Houston General Hospital. A colleague had made the comment during rounds one day during her cardiology fellowship at Houston General, and it had stuck.

There had been no reason for his death. Nate Morrison was a healthy senior executive with Southwest Oil, one of the largest oil conglomerates in the world. During his annual physical, Morrison had been referred to Houston General for a work up based on nonspecific changes in his cardiac diagnostic tests.

Upon reviewing his tests, Lindsey had suspected that the man’s coronaries might be clean—free of coronary artery disease. She was well aware of the numbers. Of the sixty thousand cardiac catheterizations performed each year in the United States, over 30 percent revealed clean coronaries: absence of plaque in the vessels supplying the heart with oxygenated blood. And the procedure was not benign. Complications of cardiac catheterization were not uncommon and ranged from mild hematoma to death. In twelve years, Lindsey had done over five hundred cardiac catheterizations and over three hundred angioplasties. She had never lost a patient.

But close to 75 percent of the revenue of her department was due to referrals from doctors practicing in Texas and the Houston metropolitan area; the physicians at Southwest Oil referred hundreds of patients to Houston General per year, usually for an angioplasty or cardiac cath. Furthermore, McCall was well acquainted with the financial realities of her profession—turning down lucrative procedures like cardiac catheterizations was not smart.

For some reason she could no longer recall, she, rather than one of the cath lab nurses, had gone to see this man the night before the procedure. While she had been reviewing the potential complications with her patient and obtaining his informed consent, Morrison had asked with a wink, “Just how many patients have you lost in your twelve-year career, Dr. McCall?”

His quick-grinned response to her answer had been, “Well then, let’s you and I make sure that I’m not the first, deal?”

Lindsey could picture that conversation as if it had happened a moment ago. Fourteen hours later, he was dead.

As she had done hundreds of times before upon awakening from the dream, Lindsey lay there second-guessing herself— asking all the questions that had been asked by his family, by the morbidity and mortality committee at the hospital, and by her chairman of medicine. The final diagnosis had been sudden death due to a massive left ventricular infarct most likely from coronary spasm. Neither his family nor the hospital held her responsible. There had never been even the suggestion of negligence on her part.

Her technique had been flawless. She had been calm and confident throughout the two-hour procedure, explaining what she was doing to her patient and laughing at his quick-witted responses. Lindsey had completed the injection of dye into the man’s left anterior coronary artery, and after satisfying herself that it, too, was free of plaque and had almost completely extracted the catheter from his coronary in preparation to end the procedure was when she heard the startled cry of her technician.

“Lindsey, he’s fibrillating, he’s fibrillating!”

For just a second, her gaze met that of her lead tech, Ben, who responded to her unspoken question. “He’s been in sinus rhythm for the whole exam—there was never any arrhythmia, not even a PVC!”

Ben was referring to premature ventricular contractions that are frequently harbingers of serious cardiac arrhythmias. Lindsey trusted this guy implicitly; they had worked together for over ten years. If Ben said there had been no warning of this potentially fatal arrhythmia, she believed him. So she and her staff went to work, certain that in just a few minutes, they would get control and be back to the routine work of winding down the procedure.

But they couldn’t.

They had worked for over three hours, along with six members of the hospital’s on-call code team who had responded to the emergency in the Cath lab. They were never able to restore a normal cardiac rhythm, despite massive amounts of antiarrhythmic and other emergency drugs along with numerous attempts at electrical defibrillation.

That was the last time she had accepted a patient for catheterization.

The chairman of Medicine at Houston General had spent hours with Lindsey over that first year following the death of this patient trying, in futile attempts, to help her forgive herself. He had known her since she had been accepted into the cardiology fellowship almost fifteen years earlier and had followed the young woman’s career at first with interest and later with excitement.

Dr. Simon Bayer was known to many as the cardiologists’ cardiologist. He too had been excellent in diagnostics, research, and in education. Author of several textbooks and principal investigator of countless experimental drug protocols, Dr. Bayer was internationally admired and respected. But in close to forty years as chairman of Internal Medicine at Houston General, Dr. Bayer had never before seen the talent exhibited by this young physician.

Early in her fellowship, Lindsey had talked with Dr. Bayer about her preliminary doctoral work with alteration of the molecule for digitalis. At that time, he had listened politely. Lindsey remembered sensing that her chairman believed she was chasing windmills—the drug had been around forever after all.

For centuries, physicians have treated heart failure with digitalis. Its effect on strengthening a failing left ventricle—the main pump of the four-chambered heart—remains unparalleled. But the drug has serious systemic side effects ranging from mild to potentially fatal depending on dosage and frequency. Lindsey had become interested in the drug in high school when her mother had been diagnosed with idiopathic cardiomyopathy— heart failure of unknown origin—at the age of forty-three.

Cardiomyopathies are a strange and almost-universally-fatal type of heart failure. Thought to be caused by a virus, the actual mechanism of disease is poorly understood. But the course of the disease is all too well known: increasing heart failure and incapacitation over time and death if not treated with heart transplantation. Despite living fifty miles from the premiere transplant center if the world, the Texas Medical Center in Houston, Lindsey’s mother would not consider transplantation. That she lived for close to thirty years without surgical intervention was considered a minor miracle by her physicians. Then, as now, digitalis was the drug of choice for heart failure, and so the balancing act of dosaging began—sufficient medication to keep the heart out of failure but not so much as to cause severe nausea and vomiting and toxicity to the heart.

Before her illness, Lindsey’s mom had been physically active with many outside interests and lots of friends. Although she had never worked outside her home, she had been active in volunteer and church work. The disease completely changed her personality; Ann became incapable of focusing on much other than her symptoms and the acute anxiety brought about by the facts of her disease and incapacitation.

Only thirteen at the time, Lindsey handled the virtual loss of her mother through intense study: of the heart, of her mother’s disease, and of the drugs that manage heart failure, specifically digitalis. This intellectual response to loss, crisis, and fear worked exceedingly well for the young girl and would become her major response to trauma throughout her life.

At the age of seven, Lindsey had decided that she would be a cardiologist and a research scientist; the acute onset of Ann McCall’s illness served to augment and crystallize Lindsey’s ambition. Throughout her junior and senior high school years, the young girl persuaded her chemistry and biology teachers to support her determination to alter the digitalis molecule in ways that would optimize its inotropic or strengthening effects on the heart, while mitigating its toxic effects.

Recognizing and respecting his daughter’s ambition, Tom McCall, Lindsey’s father, a NASA test pilot, made certain that Lindsey received the best of what the Clear Lake Texas schools offered in their advanced science courses. Therefore, Lindsey received quality tutors throughout the six years of junior and senior high school. Lindsey McCall’s cardiac models were entered at each science fair and, without fail, received first prize.

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Now fully awake, Lindsey considered the irony of her current circumstances. She almost laughed out loud in the dark at herself—at least the terror of this dream was familiar and lay buried in her past; her real nightmare was no dream, no mere memory. And she could feel the fear uncoil, stretch, and begin to take her over once again. Closing her eyes, she began to pray:

Let nothing dismay thee.

All things pass.

God never changes.

Patience acquires all that is strived for.

She who has God finds that she lacks nothing.

God alone suffices.

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Lin Wilder

Author Biography:

Lin Weeks Wilder has published dozens of articles, wrote a textbook, and has written four self-help books. Lin has written three medical thrillers situated in Houston, Texas where Lin worked for over 23 years—The Fragrance Shed by a Violet, the sequel Do You Solemnly Swear? and the third in her series, A Price for Genius. The story of the return to faith, Finding the Narrow Road was an unplanned surprise.

In her free time, Lin Wilder enjoys hiking, listening to beautiful music, gardening and last but certainly not least, reading. Lin is married to a former Marine and psychologist with 25 years of experience counseling ex- combat veterans. They reside in Nevada with their two dogs.

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About Me https://about.me/lin.wilder

Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/Dr.-Lin-Wilder/e/B007L380OM

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Title: Do You Solemnly Swear? A Nation of Law-The Dark Side

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Legal Thriller

Publisher: Wyatt Mackenzie Imprint

Book Blurb:

What if your former girlfriend decides to use her 6-year-old daughter to punish you for breaking up with her?

How do you prove that you are innocent of the worst case of sexual perversion against a child?

Is it possible to refute the lies of a beautiful, seemingly innocent, little girl?

When Gabe McAllister decorated former Marine and respected Texas State Trooper, walked out of his condo in west Houston on a Tuesday morning to head to a meeting of the newly formed task force of the DEA, Texas State Police, and Border Patrol, he found five Houston cops waiting to collar him for the rape of 6-year-old Annie Bridges.

His next several days and weeks are a blur as he realizes belatedly that he has no chance against his diminutive accuser, his implicit trust in the fairness of the justice system shattered, McAllister lands in the Huntsville prison, sentenced to 3 counts of 20 to life sentences.

In the sequel to The Fragrance Shed By A Violet, Lin Wilder embroils characters in another complex web of dysfunctional family, deceit, revenge and the politics of courtrooms. Pulitzer Prize reporter Kate Townsend’s front page story for her newspaper, The Houston Tribune, about a juror–the foreman of McAllister’s jury–stepping forward to speak about the case and her concern about why McAllister was not granted a retrial galvanizes Houstonians once again: Had a Houston jury convicted another innocent person?

Dr. Lindsey McCall, former inmate at Huntsville and now Medical Director at the Prisons and Rich Jansen, Chief Warden at the prisons are faced with the all-too-familiar question of just how involved should they get as Townsend begins to dig into the background of little Annie Bridges and her mother. When Townsend reveals the details of her new investigative series: A Nation of Law: The Dark Side, Jansen is more than intrigued.

Excerpt:

August 9, 2013 Huntsville Prison, Huntsville Texas

The more laws, the less justice.

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CHAPTER ONE

The grin on Dr. Lindsey McCall’s face was so wide that it nearly split her face in two as she gazed around the Huntsville Prison Emergency Treatment Center with an unusual sense of pride. She who had taken no satisfaction from her creation of a drug which had revolutionized the treatment of heart failure felt an irrepressible joy every time she glanced through the huge plate glass windows of her office at the gleaming technology arrayed in the diagnostic room on her left and the state of the art eight bed patient care area which dominated the Center. The place had been completely transformed from the infirmary she had worked in as an inmate. The peeling and dingy walls, the 1950 style open patient care area and the warren of small and fairly useless offices had been gutted and in their stead was a level one trauma and emergency treatment center rivaled only by those of the Texas Medical Center, sixty miles south of the prison.

Seventy miles north of Houston on Interstate 45 is Huntsville, Texas. Also called Prison City, Huntsville is home to seven prisons boasting about seventy five thousand prisoners. Long known for its tough stance on crime, the state of Texas proudly boasts of a criminal justice system second to none. With a total of 122 prisons and accommodations for close to 30,000 prisoners, Texas ranks first in the United States and second only to Russia in its capacity for prisoners.

Lindsey had only one demand upon assuming the position of Medical Director at the Huntsville Prison System: A total renovation of the infirmary serving the over ten thousand prisoners in the seven facilities comprising the system. Governor Greg Bell had laughed as he signed the executive order granting Dr. Lindsey McCall permission to renovate the infirmary.

“I’d have to be a damn fool to refuse you, Dr. McCall”, dark brown eyes dancing and eyebrow raised,” I wonder how many other Governors ever had the chance to grant a five million dollar renovation for which the state would pay nothing.”

Winking at the cameras covering the ceremony, Bell answered his question by circling his thumb and forefinger, ”Nada, not a one, I can guarantee you that.”

Because of the family inheritance she had received upon the deaths of her mother and sister, Lindsey McCall had been a wealthy woman but with the proceeds rolling in from the sale of Digipro, Lindsey had become a millionaire many times over and could easily afford the now five million dollar renovation from the trust fund she had established with the help of Hank Reardon, CEO of Andrews, Sacks and Levine, the pharmaceutical company which had funded her research and now manufactured the drug.

Lindsey had spared no expense during the renovation. She had prevailed on the wisdom of former colleagues, trauma surgeons at the Houston Medical Center where she had been one of the leading Cardiologists in the country and had followed their advice, expensive though it had been; she regretted not one cent.

Taking a huge, shaky breath which caught in her throat and feeling the tell- tale sting in her eyes, Lindsey whispered, “Thank You, thank You thank You” in awe, wonder and gratitude at the happiness she had never before known was possible and wondered if her Dad could look down from the heavens he had once soared in to see his smiling daughter and know the totality of her joy. She hoped so.

Shaking her head in exasperation at this unfamiliar incarnation of herself, Lindsey laughed softly, checked her watch and muttered, “Give it up, McCall, you’ve run out of time.” Realizing that the stacks of forms, paperwork and charts awaiting her review would require a couple of hours to complete, Lindsey calculated that she’d have just enough time to go home, take Max for a quick run and then shower and change. Today was her first wedding anniversary and her husband and boss, Rich Jansen, Chief Warden at the Huntsville Prison, had made reservations at one of the finer restaurants in Houston, Perry’s, to celebrate; but as Lindsey was packing her brief case to leave, she heard Monica, the chief emergency center nurse and now one of her best friends, yelling for her.

Lindsey raced down the hall separating the administrative offices from the main clinic in time to see Monica and Luke Preston, her favorite guard at the prison transferring a severely injured man to one of the beds in the monitored section of the clinic. Monica did not stop her systematic

emergency procedures to look at Lindsey but the nurse was muttering under her breath with a most unpleasant scowl on her face. If this were any of the other nurses, Lindsey might have figured that she was simply angry at the late interruption of a quiet Friday afternoon but Lindsey knew better. Something was bugging Monica big time but they had no time to talk, this guy was unconscious, most likely in shock either from the extensive trauma or internal bleeding and looked as if he was barely moving his chest to breathe.

While Monica applied electrodes so that they could monitor his cardiac rhythm, oxygen saturation, blood pressure and respiratory rate, Lindsey tried to find a vein to start an intravenous drip. Failing, she grabbed the cut-down set the ever efficient Monica had placed on a tray beside Lindsey, tore it open and quickly made a small incision on his forearm; within seconds, she had threaded a large bore catheter into his brachial vein and started a drip of dextrose and saline. The man’s face was unrecognizable; he had been beaten so badly that all Lindsey could make out were the vague outlines of mouth, nose and eyes. McCall’s gaze rapidly traversed the man as her hands gently palpated his abdomen and chest, looking for abdominal injuries, bleeding or broken ribs. He was in shock-the reason she had not been able to start an intravenous line; the question was why. Grabbing the portable X-Ray machine out of the corner of the room, Lindsey waited until the guard and Monica had cleared the room, threw on the lead apron that hung there and took several flat plate films of his chest and abdomen.

While Monica was calling in Jake, a paramedic always looking for overtime; Lindsey walked rapidly into the X-Ray room and clipped the films to the fluorescent wall readers.

“Jake can be here in thirty minutes, Lindsey,” Monica said, glancing at her watch, “that should give you enough time to get home, change and still meet Rich on time.”

“Ok Monica; thanks, this guy will need someone to watch over him pretty carefully but I don’t see anything that looks worrisome on these films….” McCall stood and scanned the three films for the third time to make certain that she’d not missed anything on the X-Rays. She scanned the new patient’s monitor readings from through the window between his cubicle and the diagnostic room.

“His vital signs have stabilized and his oxygenation saturation is up,” frowning, McCall looked over at the nurse, “Funny, I was pretty sure that he had a flail chest but clearly I was wrong, he’s pinked up and looks pretty good aside from a completely smashed face.”

Sighing impatiently, Monica mumbled something that sounded like, “Like this guy’s worth all this”? And then more clearly, “Lindsey, come on, you need to go or you’ll be super late.”

Turning to look at the normally pleasant dark features now rearranged in a fierce scowl, Lindsey asked, “Monica, what on earth has got into you? I’ve never seen you act this way toward one of our patients.”

She was rewarded with a disdainful glare, “Are you telling me, Dr. Lindsey McCall, that you don’t know who this guy is?”

Staring at her boss and shaking her head the rigid features began to relax and soften into the attractive face of the Monica Bradbury that Lindsey had come to know and love when she had been an inmate here at Huntsville only two years before.

Incredulous, Monica stared at Lindsey’s bemused expression as she breathed, “Girl, you really need to get your head out of your books, this guy is Gabriel McAllister,” and watched Lindsey expectantly.

McCall shrugged as she turned back to watch McAllister’s monitor though the glass window of the X-Ray room and felt Monica’s hand grasp her shoulder as she hissed, “He’s the guy who raped that five year old little girl, it’s been all over the news all summer, Lindsey…….If there is one criminal that I detest, it’s a pedophile,” Monica added shaking her head in disgust.

Still watching her new patient, Lindsey recalled Rich calling out to her on an evening late last week to come and watch the local television news. Her husband knew that she was cramming for her emergency medicine boards which she was scheduled to take in just over a month; rarely did he interrupt her so she knew it wasn’t a trivial issue. Lindsey had sighed deeply as she closed a massive textbook on emergency medicine and joined Rich in their bedroom to watch the late “breaking news” report.

Kate Townsend was being interviewed by the CBS news about her headline story in the Houston Tribune earlier that day. Ever on the prowl for a good story, the Pulitzer winning reporter was commenting on a Houston juror who had recently pled guilty of juror tampering. According to Kate, the juror had sat on the jury selected for Gabriel Macalister’s jury and been concerned about the lack of evidence proving that Macalister had raped and sodomized the child. Because two of the state’s medical witnesses had stated the presence of an intact hymen in the vagina of the little girl, this juror had researched the possibility of vaginal intercourse occurring in a child with an intact hymen on her computer at home after the first day of the trial. Once she learned that an intact hymen did not preclude sexual activity, she reluctantly found the defendant guilty of three counts of rape along with the eleven other jurors.

Subsequent to the juror learning from a friend that she was expected to make her decision about the guilt or innocence of the defendant based solely on what she heard in the courtroom, the woman wrote a letter disclosing what she had done and why to the Judge who had heard the case. The unnamed juror wrote that she would have found the defendant not guilty had she made her decision based solely on the case as presented by the state in the courtroom; asserting that there was only scant physical evidence of abuse found in the child and that her decision to find Macalister guilty was based solely on the accusations of the child.

The interview ended with the famous reporter commenting on what she called, “a worrisome trend” in divorce and break-ups between couples involving a small child. In more than 50% of custody dispute cases, there were allegations of sexual abuse by the father or live-in boyfriend. Somberly, Kate regarded her Houston audience as she declared, “In upwards of 35% of these cases, the accusations were later proved to be false.”

Both Kate and Rich had stared at one another as they listened, wide-eyed, to their good friend Kate Townsend ignite yet another incendiary explosive device in the halls of Huntsville Prison.

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Title: A Price for Genius

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Medical Mystery

Publisher: Wyatt Mackenzie Imprint

Book Blurb:

Dr. Lindsey McCall’s worst fears are realized. Not only have both drugs been stolen but two women have been kidnapped- one maybe dead. Lindsey had known Liisa Reardon’s new drug was alchemy, only this time, the end product actually more precious than gold.

The desperate call from Hank Reardon in Switzerland came late at night causing too many questions. And no answers. Could Lindsey and Rich Jansen uncover who was behind the crimes? It was an inside job-could they figure out who had sold out the Reardons? All in time to save Reardon’s daughter and her chief tech Ariana? Were they risking their lives as well?

The evil words smolder in her mind, the contents of the letter delivered to Hank Reardon

Hello Mr. Reardon,

By the time you get this letter, it will be too late. We’ll already have her.

Here are the steps you must not take:

  • Do not call the cops.
  • Do not contact the FBI
  • Tell no one.
  • We’ll know if you or the FBI. We’ll and we’ll kill her instantly.

You must know Sir, there is a price for genius. We trust you will pay it if you want to see your daughter alive.

Excerpt:

PROLOGUE

 Lausanne, Switzerland

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Rich Jansen attempted to stand, then instantly regretted the movement. The pain began at the base of his head and exploded in successive and increasingly intense waves of agony, forcing him to close his eyes, hang his head and wait motionless. Remaining on his hands and knees for a minute then two for the pain to subside, for the nausea to fade, Jansen risked opening his eyes. Squinting at the bright light, he very slowly and carefully moved his head from right to left.

So far so good. Linoleum floor, shiny black and white. That noise what is that sound? Aw no, don’t tell me, please God…

The memories flooded back as Rich raised himself up enough to crouch, knowing better than to immediately stand up. Gingerly reaching behind his head with his right hand, he winced when his fingers probed a large wet and sore swelling at the back of his head. Slowly he stood, swaying a bit while the vast room spun about him.

Whatever they hit me with carried a hell of a wallop.

The phone call from Reardon had happened last night? Or was it yesterday? The minute he hung up the phone, Rich had called the airport to secure a seat on the next flight to Zurich. Sixteen hours later, he had arrived at the animal research labs in the corporate offices of Andrews, Sacks, and Levine, one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world, located in Lausanne Switzerland.

The elfin Ariana had been showing him where the test mice were kept when everything went black. Looking around for her Jansen saw only a few spots of blood and some scuff marks. He saw mice scrabbling all over the lab; for whatever reasons, whoever broke in decided to free hundreds of mice and Ariana was nowhere to be seen.

The letter…where is the letter?

Jansen reached into the pockets of his sports jacket, the copy of the one he’d had on since leaving San Luis Obispo, California and breathed a sigh of relief when his right hand pulled out the single page. A page now bloodied from his head wound.

Hello Mr. Reardon,

By the time you get this letter, it will be too late. We’ll already have her.

Here are the steps you must not take:

  • Do not call the cops.
  • Do not contact the FBI
  • Tell no one.

We’ll know if you contact the police or the FBI. We’ll know and we’ll kill her instantly. But we are civilized businesspeople; this is all about business after all. Do nothing at all until you hear from us. And you will hear from us, Mr. Reardon.

You must know Sir, there is a price for genius. We trust you will pay it if you want to see your daughter alive.

In the other pocket of his jacket, Jansen found his cell. He hit her number.

Please pick up, please pick up.

Heart hammering as he counted the rings, Jansen’s knees nearly buckled with relief when his wife answered her phone. “Lindsey, where are you?”

“Neither. I’m at the track, I was just starting a run with Max.” Lindsey stopped still. She could hear the tension in her husband’s voice.

“Honey, I need to you to get here as soon as you can find someone to take care of Max and get a flight out to Zurich. We’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“What’s happened Rich, what is going on?”

“ Someone clubbed me while Ari was showing me around the lab. When I woke up, Ariana was missing and hundreds of mice were running around loose. Ari and I must have surprised whoever has decided to steal Liisa’s research. Hank is…well, you can imagine how he is.” Grabbing a nearby chair to steady himself, “There’s a letter from Liisa’s kidnappers. We need you to figure out how we meet their demands, we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Are you okay?” Lindsey was on her phone searching for flights out of San Francisco to Zurich  as she waited for his answer.

Rich swayed from another wave of dizziness and nausea, gulped and replied, “Other than a mega lump on the back of my skull, yeah, I’m fine.. Whoever it was just wanted me out of commission for a few minutes. Ari and I must have interrupted whoever it was.”

Rich surveyed the disarray in the lab. Cages were overturned and he could hear the squeals of mice and the scrabbling of their feet on the tiled floor. That had been the noise he had heard when he was coming to. He was way too old for this crap and knew just who he’d call once he ended the call with his wife.

“I can get there faster from San Francisco. I’m calling Kate to make sure it would be okay to bring Max to their house. I’ll aim to be in Zurich by tomorrow at this time, will call you when I know the time I’ll get in. Be careful Rich, please.” But there was only dead air.

“Hey, McAllister, Rich Jansen here. Are you and Baron still roaming free around the country?

“Yo, Rich!” Rich could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice.

“Are you still looking to work for Zach and me?”

“You mean like as a private investigator?”

“Probably more than just investigation Gabe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Gabe, this could get dicey. Two women have been kidnapped, Reardon has a note threatening that they’ll kill his head of research at his pharmaceutical company Andrews, Sacks, and Levine if he brings in the police or the feds. She also happens to be his daughter. And I’ve been attacked within my first hour here.” Scanning the space once again, hoping that Ariana would materialize, Jansen added, “And it looks as if they grabbed the head of the animal research labs too. She was showing me around when we were suddenly assaulted. She is nowhere to be found.

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Friday Book Round-Up: Charms of the Feykin by @CYallowitz #FridayReads #Fantasy #POTLReads


For this week’s Friday Book Round-Up, I’ve decided to spotlight one of my favorite fantasy books this year. I highly recommend the whole series but each book can read as a standalone.

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Title: Charms of the Feykin (Legends of Windemere #11)

Author: Charles Yallowitz

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Blurb:

To make a champion fall, one must wound their very soul.

Nyx is leading the charge to rescue Delvin and Sari, who have gone missing in the southern jungles of Windemere. Battling through the local predators, the champions are surprised when they reunite in the Feykin city of Rhundar. Instead of captives, the missing heroes have become the city’s rulers and are on the verge of starting a war with those that want to exterminate their new followers. Even with such a noble cause, Delvin and Sari have changed into brutal warlords that may kill each other and their friends long before they step onto the battlefield.

Have Delvin and Sari really changed for the worst or is there a greater threat pulling the champions’ strings?

 

 

Excerpt:

The large chamber inside the red stone temple is littered with bones and dust-covered pieces of rubble. Having left Isaiah among the mushroom-covered stumps and broken statues outside, the champions quietly search the room for clues. Fizzle remains invisible and perches above the doorway, his eyes never straying from the twin stairwells built into the floor. His attention never straying from the thick darkness, the drite’s eyes occasionally materialize as a pair of glistening slits that one could mistake for a trick of the light. The dais in the back of the room is devoid of all signs that Sari and Delvin had camped there, which Luke finds more suspicious than if he had found their abandoned gear. Bright sunlight flows through holes in the domed roof, revealing thick vines that nobody can find the beginning or end of. Random flutters of wings can be heard from above, but the champions refuse to waste time hunting down what is probably a harmless animal. Spying a few errant feathers on the stone floor, they are sure the noises are coming from parrots or toucans like the ones encountered in the jungle.

Still in her halter top, Nyx is slapping and scratching at her itching chest where the Compass Key tattoo is twisting back and forth. The aggravating sensation stops when she finds a matching symbol on the wall, a dried pile of torn vines sitting below the picture. Some of the ancient paint remains to identify each of the six orbs that circle the ivory pearl in the image’s center, the piece nothing more than a piece of polished marble. A dull power flows down her arm when she touches the stone and the enchanted marking on her skin settles down. Examining the rest of the picture, she assumes the figure sitting in the middle is the Baron and the six skulls at his feet are the champions. Fresh scratches run along the rest of the mural as if somebody wanted to hide the rest of the picture. Nyx swears she sees a drawing that resembles Helgard, but it is too damaged for her to be certain.

Wandering away from his friends, Luke tries to figure out the purpose for the temple by uncovering the rest of the walls and making his way toward the back. Severed vines, startled snakes, and disturbed insects are in his wake as he gradually makes his way toward the dais. Sweat is pouring down his brow and soaking his shirt as his determined hunt starts feeling fruitless. The murals that he uncovers are either worn away or too confusing for him to decipher. At one point, he reveals a set of metal pieces embedded in the dark red stone, but their associated drawings have eroded away. Turning toward the others, he sees that they are gathering around Nyx to discuss the Compass Key picture. The forest tracker cannot stop himself from continuing his own search, a prickling on the back of his neck urging him forward.

Once he reaches the corner, Luke hops onto the dais and is immediately driven to his knees by a surge of intense pain. His mouth magically clamps shut, preventing him from calling out to his friends. Muscles strain as he tears open his shirt and finds that the scar running diagonally across his body is seeping blood. The picture of a forge surrounded by demons appears in the floor and the suffering half-elf swears there is a guttural voice speaking in a language that makes his skin crawl. Whenever Luke tries to use his power to translate the words, a bolt of agony breaks his concentration and his old wound froths. Blood pools beneath him and he can barely hear his friends racing over, the forest tracker unsure how much time has passed since his torment began. A strong arm wraps around the warrior’s waist and hauls him off the dais, his scar returning to normal as soon as he is clear of the stone. Body shuddering and curled into a ball, Luke is unable to relax until Fizzle hits him in the face with a concentrated puff of rainbow smoke.

“Did he set off a trap?” Nyx asks while helping the warrior stand. She is surprised at how quickly his strength returns and that there is no blood on his chest. “Maybe the people who took Sari and Delvin knew we were coming. I’m so tired of guessing at everything.”

“You act like this adventure should be different than the others,” Luke teases with a half-hearted smirk.

 

 

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Charms-Feykin-Legends-Windemere-Book-ebook/dp/B01LYHILI2/#nav-subnav

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32047754-charms-of-the-feykin?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn’t working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. ‘Legends of Windemere’ is his first series, but it certainly won’t be his last.

 

Social Media Links:

Website https://legendsofwindemere.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/cyallowitz

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/CharlesYallowitz/

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Pinterest http://pinterest.com/slepsnor/

 

 

Happy Reading,

 

MRS N

 

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Title: LADY OF THE TWO LANDS

Author: Elizabeth Delisi

Genre: Time-Travel Romance

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

One minute, Hattie Williams is in a museum, sketching a gold necklace that belonged to Hatshepsut, first female Pharaoh of Egypt; and the next, she’s lying in a room too archaic to be the museum, with a breathtakingly handsome, half-naked man named Senemut bending over her.

 

Hattie soon discovers she’s been thrust into the body and life of Hatshepsut, with no way back to her own time. Tuthmosis, the heir to the throne, hates her; the High Priest of Amun and the commander of the army want to kill her and Tuthmosis; and the best bathroom facilities in the country are the equivalent of a cat-box.

 

To make matters more difficult, she’s falling helplessly in love with Senemut, and soon, she’s not sure she even wants to return home. To protect Tuthmosis from assassination, the lovers arrange to put Hattie on the throne. But, what should she do when she suddenly finds herself, an obscure artist from Chicago, crowned ruler of all Egypt?

 

 

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Excerpt:

“If I’m going to be stuck in here, I might as well finish my work,” she murmured. “Tom’s bound to come back—I’m sure he will.” Her voice echoed unconvincingly in the dusty, claustrophobic room.

Picking up her pencil, she focused deliberately on copying the tiny hieroglyphics with extreme precision. Gradually, she became absorbed in her work and forgot her predicament. Minutes flowed by with the only sound in the room the scratching of her pencil on the paper.

At last, she completed the final symbol on her detailed drawing and set down her pencil with a twinge of disappointment. She was curiously drawn to the glittering possession of the ancient, yet strangely modern woman. Hatshepsut had ruled Egypt fifteen hundred years before Christ, at a time when women were considered no more important than servants or dogs. How had she managed it?

The vagrant breeze whispered past her face again, leaving a whiff of exquisite perfume in its wake. A rustle, like the caress of costly linen against bare skin, drew her attention. She felt a strong presence, though she knew she was alone in the tiny room.

“Touch it.”

The words were so faint, Hattie wasn’t sure she’d actually heard them.

“Who’s there?” she asked, though she didn’t expect to get a response. The room was too small to hide anyone.

“Touch the necklace.”

Hattie spun around, searching for the source of the barely audible words. “Tom, is that you? If it’s you, I don’t think this is funny! Open the door right now.” She thumped it with her fist for emphasis.

There was no response.

Hattie turned back to the exquisitely fashioned falcon. Maybe it was her overworked imagination playing a trick on her, but the advice seemed sound. Perhaps if she touched the necklace, she could make a connection—psychic, empathic?—with the long-dead monarch. The necklace was strangely compelling, like a long forgotten yet treasured memory.

She reached out slowly, cautiously. As her fingertips gently grazed the golden bird, an electric shock pulsed through her and a sudden wave of dizziness sapped her strength.

“Come to me,” the ghostly voice whispered, stronger now. “Come to me. I have need of you.”

The sweet, cloying scent of incense filled Hattie’s nostrils, and flashes of light exploded behind her eyes. Her vision blurred; she felt as if she were reeling, falling down a long, dark tunnel. Gasping, she reached out blindly for something, anything, to steady herself. Her fingers skimmed across the surface of the table and fastened around the necklace. Clutching it, she fell heavily to the floor as everything went black.

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Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Lady-Two-Lands-Elisabeth-Delisi-ebook/dp/B01F0KL5X0/

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lady-Two-Lands-Elisabeth-Delisi-ebook/dp/B01F0KL5X0

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Author Biography:

Elizabeth Delisi is an award-winning author of romance, mystery & suspense. Her books include an ancient Egyptian time-travel romance, LADY OF THE TWO LANDS; and a romantic suspense, SINCE ALL IS PASSING. FATAL FORTUNE is a paranormal mystery, and MISTLETOE MEDIUM and OBSERVANT ORACLE are sequels. Three of her romance novellas are combined in HEART SPELL. She also has a short story collection, THE MIDNIGHT ZONE.

 

Elizabeth teaches for Writer’s Digest University. She has also edited for several small publishers, and has been a newspaper reporter and columnist. Visit her at her web page: www.elizabethdelisi.com and her blog: http://elizabethdelisi.blogspot.com/

 

Social Media Links:

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Twitter https://twitter.com/delisi

Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/elizabethdelisi/

 

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Stage Left by @AliParkerAuthor + Why She Loves Being Indie! #romance #giveaway


Stage Left
Ali Parker
(Bright Lights Billionaire #1)
Publication date: March 20th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance

From Best Selling Author, Ali Parker comes a new Billionaire Series filled with sexiness, humor and intense attraction…

 

Ethan Lewis has been in the bright lights for as long as he can remember. He’s just turned the cusp of celebrating his twenty-fourth birthday, and yet he feels more like eighty. Living the life of a celebrity isn’t all it is chalked up to be, and dealing with the unruly number of women who are more interested in his billions than who he is as a person is getting old. He has resigned himself to giving up on love and focusing on the only thing that truly gives back – his career.

 

Riley Phillips has always dreamed of being on a big stage with the warmth of the spotlight baring down on her, but she just couldn’t seem to catch the right agent’s attention. After giving a quick commencement speech as Valedictorian of her graduating class at Billmore High, she’s offered something she can’t refuse… The chance to work in Hollywood. It’s not all it’s chalked up to be, but she works hard and finally gets her big break four years down the line. There is a new movie that her agent wants her to audition for, and her co-star? The dreamy Ethan Lewis.

 

She scores the part, but soon regrets it due to his callous, overbearing persona. He’s nothing like the public touts, and she for one isn’t impressed.

 

Funny enough, he is – immensely.

 

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Ali Parker talks about being an indie author and loving it!

I think from a young age I’ve always been independent, always looking for a way to forge a new path and climb a steep hill and do it mainly on my own. I think like most Indies, I started by trying the traditional route and after loads of rejection, it was just easier to forget it. A few friends of mine are making it big in the indie world and have reluctantly pulled me into it as well. I will tell you that it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.

I’m not a superstar, but a story teller – which is all I ever wanted to be. I set my schedule, write what I want, love on you guys by giving away whatever the hell I want to and life FEELS right/good.

Let me tell you why else I love being Indie.

  1. No one will ever love my book as much as me. It’s my creation and having the freedom to choose what it looks like and where the plot goes is all mine to decide. I don’t have someone standing over my shoulder making it “better” by their definition of “better.”

  2. I can spend as little or as much time, energy and money as I want. Obviously the more I put into it, the more I’m going to get out of it, but that’s with anything in life. The cool part is that if I’m a good editor or if I can design my own cover, then those are costs to be saved and skills to be used.

  3. I belong. In a world of independent authors I find myself fitting in just perfectly. We all work hard and dream big and the encouragement is beyond belief. I don’t have to write a certain genre or stick to a certain structure in the plot. I simply write, promote and support and honestly feel great about myself at the end of the day.

Being an Indie author, to me, doesn’t really have anything to do with being Independent though. It’s a statement that says I’m capable of making every step along this book writing/producing platform to take a dream from start to finish. The truth of what Indie authors are doing is showing the world that there still exists hope. Hope to dream big and work hard to make that dream a reality.

That’s why I love being Indie!

 

Author Bio:

Ali Parker is a full-time contemporary romance writer who left a life in Corporate America to try out living a dream. She loves coffee, watching a great movie and hanging out with her hubs. By hanging out, she means making out. Hanging out is for those little creepy elves at Christmas. No tight green stockings for her.

 

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She Was Once His Sweet Salvation… On a Knife’s Edge by @AuthorLyndaB #POTLReads #RomanticSuspense


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Title: ON A KNIFE’S EDGE

Author: LYNDA BAILEY

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb: 

She was once his sweet salvation…

 

Lynch Callan has been a dead man walking most of his life—nothing out of the ordinary for a member of the 5th Street biker gang. There was a brief period, though, when she made him believe he could be more. That he could be worthy of her, and her love. To protect her, and keep their relationship from being discovered, he went to prison. Except now the Streeters are in danger. But in order to save his crew, he must first betray them. If caught, he’ll end up dead for sure. It’ll be the mother of all balancing acts—especially with her in the picture. But Lynch will do whatever is necessary to protect the people he loves.

 

He was once her deepest desire…

 

Shasta Albright doesn’t break the rules. Not anymore. As an unruly teenager, she defied her family at every turn…even secretly befriending, then dating, then falling in love with a bad boy Streeter. Finally her recklessness caught up with her—with lasting and even dire consequences. Now she leads a pristine existence, always staying within the lines and keeping her secrets hidden. That is until he gets released from prison. Can Shasta hold her perfect world together, or will everything get hurled into chaos?

 

With young girls going missing, the sleepy town of Stardust, Nevada becomes an unlikely epicenter for an illicit slave trade—with Shasta and Lynch caught in the middle. Amidst the rising body count, they fight to keep their loved ones—and each other—safe. A single slipup could have deadly repercussions. It’s an untenable and treacherous position. Much like walking On a Knife’s Edge…

 

Excerpt:

A loud thump from the bedrooms jolted Shasta’s heart. She hastened to her feet. Adjusting her sweaty hold on Newman’s gun, she tiptoed toward the unlit hallway. Slow, steady footsteps approached.

 

“Agent Newman?”

 

No answer. But the footfalls grew nearer.

 

She retreated as an indistinguishable figure gradually walked forward. She knew it was a man, but she also realized it wasn’t Agent Newman. This man was taller and not as broad in the shoulders.

 

The first thing she saw were his shoes. Even in the weak illumination, she could tell they were expensive, with a polished shine. Next came slacks with crisp, tight creases. Newman wore a disheveled suit.

 

“Agent…Newman?” She hated that her voice quaked.

 

“No…not Agent Newman.”

 

Shasta recoiled at the familiar baritone voice.

 

Buy Links:

 

Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Knifes-Edge-Lynda-Bailey-ebook/dp/B01GALSKHM

 

B&N

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1124065619;jsessionid=164B0CF593640F94E223D098BFC53460.prodny_store01-atgap05?ean=2940153177632

 

Kobo

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/on-a-knife-s-edge

 

Giveaway:

Leave a comment for the chance to win your choice of any of these eBooks by Lynda Bailey:

BATTLE-BORN LOVE

BATTLE-TESTED LOVE

EROTIC ESCAPADES OF A MARRIED COUPLE

NAUGHTY NEIGHBORHOOD

ON THE CORNER OF HEARTACHE AND HOPEFUL – MIC

ON THE CORNER OF HEARTACHE AND HOPEFUL – KIRA

ON THE CORNER OF HEARTACHE AND HOPEFUL – GRACE

SHATTERED TRUST

WILDFLOWER

 

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About Lynda:

I have no doubt I was born a storyteller.

 

I remember telling my first “story” in kindergarten. I informed my teacher, Mrs. Downing, that my mom had just had a baby boy. She hadn’t, of course, and while I got thoroughly admonished for my “storytelling,” I wasn’t deterred from what would become a lifelong passion.

 

From making up tales as a kid which centered around my favorite TV shows to today, I love telling stories! Stories with handsome guys and spunky gals, that always…always end with a happily-ever-after.

 

My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I’ve been a finalist in numerous writing contests, including RWA’s® prestigious Golden Heart® in 2010. Please join me for laughter, love and that all important HEA.

 

 

Stalker Links:

Website: https://www.lyndabailey.net

Blog: http://www.lyndabailey.net/category/blog/

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/LyndaBaileyRomanceAuthor

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Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/baileylynda/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6472849.Lynda_Bailey

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lynda-Bailey/e/B007UQHW9E/

 

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N. N. Light’s Collection of Book Reviews A – Z! #bookreview #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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A- Angels Everywhere by Debbie Macomber. This is actually two full novels in one.  The first story is called A Season of Angels.  It is the story of three angels named Shirley, Goodness and Mercy and their inspiring assignments.  Gabriel is short-staffed and has appointed Shirley, Goodness and Mercy to help three people in time for Christmas.  A funny yet touching story about three people trying to find what they desire most, with the help of some wacky angels! A great read and perfect for Christmastime.  The second story is called Touched by Angels.  The same 3 angels are sent down to New York City to help 3 people discover what a miracle really is.  Honestly, I preferred the first story to the second but both are excellent together!

B- Bloodline by Fiona Mountain. This book is an amazing mystery filled with twists and turns that you didn’t see coming.  The main character is Natasha Blake and she is a genealogist by trade.  She uncovers people’s ancestors and her latest client is quite mysterious.  He wants a family tree done on his granddaughter’s boyfriend.  What she uncovers leads to his mysterious death and Natasha must help the police find the true killer before the killer finds her.  A true British mystery and a must-read!

C- Confessions of a French Baker: Breadmaking Secrets, Tips & Recipes by Peter Mayle and Gerard Auzet. From the author who wrote “A Year in Provence” comes a small yet impactful book detailing the secrets of French bakers.  Gerard Auzet is a friend of Peter’s who has been making bread since he was a boy.  In fact, his family has been making bread in the countryside of Provence for several generations.  This book is a must-read for all bakers and for anyone who has enjoyed the sheer pleasure of authentic French bread and baguettes.

D- D-Day June 6, 1944: The Climatic Battle of World War II by Stephen E. Ambrose.  Beyond debate this is THE book on D-Day.  There never needs to be another one written.  Ambrose wrote this definitive history in 1994.  He painstakingly takes the reader from the who and what was involved, how it was planned, set up, the complete story of every aspect of the greatest invasion in history.  You get the real feel for what happened and what sacrifices the greatest generation made to keep our world safe and free.  At least in the 20th century.  Safe and free are relative terms these days.  A must read for those who do not fully understand what D-Day was and a must re-read.  A book that needs to be kept close on your shelf of favourite books.

E- Eating Pomegranates: A Memoir of Mothers, Daughters and the Breast Cancer Gene by Sarah Gabriel.  A heart-wrenching memoir detailing her experience with breast cancer (first with her mother and then with her own).  A funny-at-times-yet tragic account of what it feels like to deal with breast cancer.  I think every woman in the world needs to read this book.

F- The Floating Admiral by The Detection Club (including Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers and G. K. Chesterton). In 1931 a group of 12 mystery writers including Agatha Christie came together and published this book.  They called themselves The Detection Club and each of them was responsible for writing a chapter and also the conclusion in a sealed envelope.  It was a hit in the 30’s and they re-released it 80 years later.  I love Agatha Christie and thought this would be a brilliant book.  Boy was I disappointed!  It was disjointed, not very well written and the characters aren’t very believable.  I would NOT recommend it!!!

G- Garlic and Sapphires: The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise by Ruth Reichl.  A fun and insightful book on the hidden life of a food critic.  Ruth Reichl shares with us in honest prose her experience moving from Los Angeles to New York and how she turned the food critic world upside down.  A must read for any foodie and a brilliant read for anyone who wants an inside glimpse into the New York Restaurant scene.

H- Heavy Losses – The Dangerous Decline of American Defense by James Coates and Michael Killian originally written 1985. This book grips a reader whether read the first time or the fourth.  It is troubling how the issues of prolific over spending by the Pentagon on weapon systems that don’t work well enough to justify their costs continues 26 years after the book’s writing.  You would think it was today that the book was talking about with planes costing thousands of times more than originally priced (think about the relatively useless F-22) or the “widow maker” the Osprey that now flies but killed so many in becoming that plane.  America spends over a quarter of its total budget on defense but so much of that money simply lines the pockets of the weapon companies and doesn’t make America any safer only worse in shape economically.  Something must change or indeed as the book prophesied in 1985…America will one day spend 300 Billion to buy one plane and there will be no money for anything else.  Something has to change.  Read this book and shiver.

I- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. I first read this book in high school and it changed my life. I was a shy girl and didn’t have very much self-confidence. Maya Angelou allowed me to see myself in her prose and I embraced Phenomenal Woman as my mantra.

Maya holds nothing back and if you have never read anything by her, I suggest you start with this book. You get to know who Maya is and how she overcame such adversity. Nothing could keep her down and this book will inspire you to persevere.

J- Jamie Confidential by Stafford Hildred/Tim Ewbank. This is the biography of Britain chef Jamie Oliver. I first encountered Jamie Oliver with his television program Oliver’s Twist and it was love at first bite. His approach to cooking, like his life, is simple and down to earth. This biography starts at his childhood and works its way through the year 2003. You catch a glimpse into the life behind the icon. The writing style, while a tad envious, flows well and I even laughed a few times. It was an quick and enjoyable read. I recommend it to all foodies, especially if you love Jamie Oliver.

K- Karl Marx: Selected Writings in Sociology & Social Philosophy (Newly translated by T.B. Bottomore).  A review of Marx’s articles on sociology and philosophy that is eye opening for the reader.  His philosophies are intriguing like, “we don’t work because we are alive.  Rather we work to live” and my fave “all labour is forced whether by the whip or to earn money or to serve your god or to better yourself.  Every bit of labour is slavery to something.”  Not easy to read but worthwhile.  It is beyond me how communism formed out of his writings.

L- Let’s Roll! Ordinary People, Extraordinary Courage by Lisa Beamer with Ken Abraham. This is a powerful read.  It brings to light details about the oft overlooked aspect of 9/11, the first-time Americans fought back and won against terrorism.  It took me over a decade to come to this book.  I recommend this book if you want a bit of personal insight into the impact of the terror attacks on that fateful day to a simple American family.  While not a brilliantly written book, this book doesn’t have to be.  It is a book that highlights love, faith and family all entwined in the face of a terrorist attack.  It made me cry, it gave me hope, it is a solid book and I am proud we own it.

M- Money Management for the Creative Person by Les Silber. I first met Les at a book signing back in 2003 and he was so encouraging. I was contemplating my writing career but didn’t know where to start. He gave me this book and I read it the very next day. Creative people have not been known to be smart in the area of money management. In fact, we’d like nothing better than to have someone else handle it. This can lead to people taking advantage of artists and hijinks ensue. This book takes you step-by-step through a crash course in money management with the artist in mind. My favorite part of the book is where he talks about taking the “free” out of freelance. I highly recommend this book for all artists and creative people.

N- The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. True love lasts forever, no matter how much time has passed. In The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks takes us on a beautiful roller coaster ride of emotions. Circumstances tore Allie and Noah apart. Yet, there was still love beating in their hearts, love for one another. Immediately, I was transported into the hearts of both Allie and Noah. The story flowed and I read the book in one sitting. When I read the last page, I cried because I didn’t want it to end.

A heart-wrenching novel by one of my favorite authors. This was the first book I read by Nicholas Sparks and at the time I read it, I was recently single. I thought to myself that love wasn’t in the cards for me. All that changed when I read this book.

This is one of the most romantic love stories I have read and I recommend it to everyone. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry and you’ll gasp in wonder at the miracle of love.

The movie didn’t do it justice. Read the book!

O- Over the Beach: The Air War in Vietnam by Zalin Grant.  A brilliant close-up look at the air war by a reporter who covered a fighter squadron (#162 USS Oriskany).  During the war and in post war interviews, he brings us an honest, open and realistic feel to a complicated, dangerous and often overlooked part of the Vietnam War.  Excellent book.

P- Perfect: The Inside Story of Baseball’s Sixteen Perfect Games by James Buckley Jr. This book is a brilliant chronological listing of every perfect game from the dawn of baseball to just before the turn of the 21st century.  Since the book was published there have been 4 more perfectos.  Every one of the first sixteen is retold in compelling fashion.  The reader really gets to appreciate that the perfect game isn’t simply about one man’s skill but about a moment in time that involves all 9 people on the field and one that rarely, RARELY ever happens.  Must read for a baseball fan.

Q- The Quintessential Encyclopedia of Drinks and Drinking by Frederick Martin. I must confess that the original title doesn’t have the word “quintessential” in it but it should. This book details every classic drink including how to make it and where it derived from. This book is invaluable, especially for those of us who love to entertain. Sure, it is probably out of print by now but if you can find it online or in a second hand bookstore, grab it without thinking twice! It’s a must own for any cocktail lover.

R- The Restless Sleep…Inside New York City’s Cold Case Squad by Stacy Horn. The compelling true story of the creation of the first cold case squad and how a small number of dedicated cops decided to work for those forgotten victims.  It has never been easy, fighting politics, budget cuts and the biggest enemy time…which fades memories, eliminates crime scenes and causes evidence to erode and disappear.  They don’t solve them all, they don’t catch everyone but they do catch a lot of them and they are doing God’s work, bringing closure and peace to the families of victims.  A powerful book that will illuminate anyone who has ever watched the CBS show based loosely on this office.

S- Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty. From the author who brought you Sloppy Firsts comes the next installment in the life of beloved Jessica Darling. It’s senior year and Jessica is distraught over everything. Her parents are hassling her to choose a college. Her best friend, Hope, is still in another state and then there is Marcus. Sigh. I’m always a little wary when it comes to a sequel to an incredible book. Can the author create another magical story or did she spend it all on the first book? Megan McCafferty did a fantastic job and I wasn’t disappointed. In fact (don’t tell anyone), I actually loved Second Helpings more than Sloppy Firsts. She took me back to my senior year and all the angst that came along. Such a delightful read!

T- True Compass – Edward M. Kennedy. A memoir truthfully it took me a very long time to finish this book.  The book is incredible. I highly recommend this book to anyone who is interested in a great read.  A real classic.  I just changed careers and no longer had 3 hours a day to read on my commute so my reading time has been curtailed.  But that’s no shame on a superb read.  If you want to be invited deep inside the majesty of the Kennedy Clan through Senator Ted…this is the book.  Pointedly important right now is that Senator Kennedy had to run against Mitt Romney in Massachusetts and this book tells you all you need to know about Mitt Romney.  Allow me to quote directly for this is important and every American who is going to vote on the 6th needs to read this:

 

Ted Kennedy writes at the time of the first Senate Campaign televised debate in 1994.  “Our first televised debate at Faneuil Hall was in the final week of October.  With Romney’s poll lead decreasing and the truth of his job creation record in deep question, Mitt had realigned himself a little.  He’d moved away from his ‘businessman’ strategy and begun to campaign almost as a Liberal reformer.  I had begun to joke at rallies that I had heard of Flip and I had heard of Flop.  But with Mitt, it was flip-flop-flip!  He’s changed positions so often that if we gave him a little more time he’d be voting for me on Election Day”

That was Mitt in 1994 and that is Mitt today.  Fema? He changes his views on that more than the wind changes.

 

U- The Umpire Strikes Back by Ron Luciano and David Fisher. A terrific read written through the eyes of one of the most popular baseball umpires to ever be in the game.  He gives a funny yet honest peek into the life of a baseball umpire.  It is not as glamorous as one might think.  In fact, it is sad and often lonely.  A must read for any baseball fan!

V- The Vampire Sextette: Edited by Marvin Kaye. I picked up this book at a second hand bookstore with no expectations other than it had to deal with vampires. I’m a sucker for a good old-fashioned vampire story. None of the Twilight fluffy love kind of stories for me. I lust after something I can sink my teeth into. This book included six novellas by some of the best authors in the vampire genre (as of 2000). Each author stayed true to the Bram Stoker genre while adding their own little twist. My favorite story was Vanilla Blood by S. P. Somtow. If you love vampire stories, grab this book and maybe a clove of garlic or two.

W- The Wells of Hell by Graham Masterton.  A classic horror book written in the early 80’s that can still scare the crap out of a reader.  All about the thing that is going wrong with the well water in New England and exactly what is in the water and what is it doing to the people who drink it?  Hell may be a lot closer than people ever thought.  A great and scary book.

X- Xtra-Favorite Religious Book of all Time: The Religions of Man by Huston Smith. A thorough and academic overview of the seven world religions (Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, Islam, Judaism and Christianity).  It explains in very simplistic terms the basic beliefs of each religion and it amazes me how similar they are.  In many of these sacred texts, for instance, makes references to the Virgin Mary.  I thought it was really interesting and I wholly recommend this to every person out there.

Y- Year of the Hyenas by Brad Geagley. Imagine a murder mystery set in Ancient Egypt. Perfectly delicious, right? A detective named Semerket is called to investigate the death of a no-account elderly Theban princess. He starts to investigate and the authorities thwart his every move. The more he investigates the more secrets he discovers. It’s not about the princess at all, but about the Pharaoh Ramses III. Soon his life is in danger and he must choose between saving Egypt or himself. I loved Semerket and he reminded me of classic detectives from the 1930’s. He’s a no-nonsense dark character with hidden depths and a compulsion for the truth.   Filled with twists and turns I didn’t expect, this mystery is a must own for historical and suspense fans alike.

Z- The Bronx Zoo by Sparky Lyle and Peter Golenbock. Welcome to the 1978 Yankee team, where men were men and the brawls were televised. No one thought the 1978 Yankees were much of anything and they proved everyone wrong. One of the best baseball books of all time, Superstar Yankee Pitcher Sparky Lyle hits a homerun with this tell-all book. As a die-hard fan, I loved the way he pulled no punches. You get to witness it all from the players fighting to the team shake-ups. After reading this book, you’ll understand why playing for the Yankees is like camping out at The Bronx Zoo.

Meet Olek from The Light Behind the Storm @libraryoferana #POTLReads #FridayReads


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Today, it is our pleasure to welcome Olek – the Shadowdancer from The Light Behind the Storm series by A. L. Butcher.

Greetings to you. I am the Shadowdancer, but you may call me Olek.

 

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Stupidity. I don’t mean a lack of learning for most folks have not the luxury of education. I mean a failure to notice what is before them, or if they do to simply dismiss it as of no consequence.

Unfortunately, Erana is inhabited by many stupid people – those who do not see the truth but instead choose to ignore what is obvious.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Cautious. I am always so. If I were not cautious I’d likely be dead. I am a hunter of men, and of lies, sometimes of property and I seek to know my enemy and my prey. Those who work for the Oncoming Storm do so carefully and with discretion, for our fate otherwise is death, be it from his hand or more likely the hand of the Order of Witch-Hunters.  I have seen him kill those who have betrayed him and I have seen the Order kill far more for lesser crimes.

We dabble in the politics of the land, we kill and steal, we save and educated and if we are caught the Order will destroy us. But now the stakes are higher and so, I am sure, the price will be. Would I change this? No. I don’t think so. My life belongs to the Oncoming Storm and I give it willingly to his service and his cause.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

I am a lie. I am a rumour and a threat. Our whole life must be a falsehood in a world where magic is forbidden and elves and half-elves such as myself are naught but slaves. But I am the Shadowdancer – Lord of the Shadows and the shadows watch.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

The ability to do what must be done – even if it’s unpleasant.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You’d probably have to ask my lady Ozena… I’d dare not say anything else.

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

I’m still alive.

 

If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

If I’m honest I’d come back as myself. I like myself and I’m good at what I do. The master values me, and our affection is strong. Not many elves can say that. Besides I don’t know how to be someone or something else.

I doubt I wield the sort of power to return from death. I am not a mage, although I am a user of magic in one of its forms. Or so my master tells me. Necromancy? That’s the sorcery of returning things from the dead, is it not? That’s fae magic, wicked magic. For those who are dead should not return. Apparently if the will is strong enough, or powerful enough the soul – I suppose you’d call it that – might return, or at least not depart. I’m merely a weapon adept, and such mysteries are another man’s to know.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Slavery. I have been a slave. I am a half-elf. I have no rights; I am but property. At least that is what the Order of Witch-hunters would say.  In truth, I’m probably the elf with the most influence and liberty in the whole of the land.  Archos treats me well and I may come and go as I please, at least within his lands.  If I ever get captured, and Archos doesn’t come for me then I’d rather die than be a slave again. Trust me when I say a few of my captors won’t see the dawn either.

 

What is it that you most dislike?

The Order of Witch-Hunters. I hate those bastards. They prey on the innocent and enforce what passes for law here, simply because they believe it to be their right. How can the law be just when it automatically discriminates simply on race or magical ability?

 

How would you like to die?

Gloriously. Either that or at a ripe old age bedding my thirteenth wife.

 

Thank you for taking the time to sit down with me today. For more information or to read the exciting adventures of Olek, see below:

 

Title: The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I and The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book II

Author: A.L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

In a dark world where magic is illegal and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

 

The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book II

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.

 

Please note these are both 18+ age-rated

 

Excerpt – From the Light Beyond the Storm – Book I:

 

Olek stayed in shadow and walked in silence, forever gaining upon his prey. As Petrus stepped towards the door, he was suddenly grabbed with a gloved hand across his mouth. He saw the edge of a crossbow bolt in the sleeve attached to the hand now gripping his hair as he tried to turn his head and was dragged back behind the house. As he struggled, a voice said close to his ear, “At this range I reckon I can hit the door yonder. Your brain will merely impede the speed it hits. Struggle, lad, and I will test my theory.”

The young man was forced into a small empty courtyard with no windows overlooking it, as it was full of rubbish and refuse. The voice in his ear said, “How nice privacy…”

The hand was removed from his mouth and Petrus blustered, “Who do you think you are, common thief? I will see you flogged through the streets then hanged. My father is an important man! Unhand me.”

Petrus found himself with a sharp blade pressed against his groin, the deadly edge close to his privates. He could feel the weight of the blade pressing into him. The shadows played around him and the voice in his ear softly replied, “Unhand me? Please, could you not think of less of a cliché? Move or scream and your balls will be rolling in the gutter before the cry is finished.” The young man tried to turn and felt the edge of the blade press against him again and the voice hissed, “The city guard would never find me, for I am the shadows. Now who would this illustrious father be that I am to be so afraid of?”

Trying to look down and as he moved, the swift edge of the blade split the silk of Petrus’ breeches. “My father’s men will hunt you down,” he managed, now feeling distinctly less brave.

Olek yawned loudly. “By all means, call his men. They will be hunting a shadow, a ghost. Much expense will be used, to no avail. How much is your life worth to him, do you think? Not only do you deem it suitable to rape young women and brag about your prowess to your friends, but really, you are extremely dull in conversation. If you answer my questions, you might yet live. Believe me when I say I could take you to a man who would not be as…merciful as I, for what you have done and said. A man who could no doubt keep you alive for some while, although I doubt you would be in much of a state to enjoy that life. Now who are you? This young lady whom you found so…enjoyable, where is she?”

With the blade against his skin, Petrus’ courage failed him. His voice trembled as he whispered, “I am Petrus, son of Lord Renfrew. The girl, the little virgin whore, she is in the Mermaid. She was just an elf. I paid the price thus she was mine.”

There was a hiss from behind him and the blade moved yet closer to his balls. Suddenly there was sharp pain as the edge scratched him, not quite breaking the skin. He whimpered and tried to back up. The voice continued, “There was mention of an elven girl called Dii. How do you know her? The other fellows, who were they?”

Petrus swallowed and whispered, “Just a little slut…er…I mean, girl that I had a while ago, a Kept of Lord Tremayne, used to share her around. Little witch warmed his bed too when that human witch bored him. Just an elf Kept, no one of importance, just some fun for the menfolk…the others…oh…er…fellows I just met.”

“Oh, now, lad, you were doing so well… You seemed too intimate to be mere acquaintances.” Olek smiled beneath his cloak.

Petrus felt the blade against him and with a whimper and a squeak, he felt the skin break and a thin trickle of blood begin to flow, soon joined by wetter warmth as he pissed his breeches. Suddenly the only focus was the blade against him and he squeaked, “Just a little Kept whore, I swear, merely Tremayne’s girl. The others, oh, just Janik of Argen; Edwaen, son of the House of Andert; and Reflin, son of the House of Sardak, the merchant.”

Olek twisted his wrist and drew his blade deep into the man’s private parts and as he fell screaming, drew the sword across his throat, cutting off the scream to a gurgle. Crouching, letting the blood flow away from him, he hissed, “Women are not yours to use, elf or not. I do not like a man who betrays his friends. This information will be most useful.”

 

Buy Links:

Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles–ebook/dp/B0088DQO9C

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-light-beyond-the-storm-chronicles-alexandra-butcher/1114796078

I Tunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/light-beyond-storm-chronicles/id615134765?mt=11

 

The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book II

Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/The-Shining-Citadel-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00D4CF6W8

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-shining-citadel-alexandra-butcher/1116863431

I Tunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/shining-citadel-light-beyond/id701320767?mt=11

 

Author Biography: A. L. (Alexandra) Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys. Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Blog:                      https://libraryoferana.wordpress.com/

Goodreads:        https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430414A_L_Butcher

Amazon:              http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandra-Butcher/e/B008BQFCC6/

Twitter:                @libraryoferana

Facebook:           https://www.facebook.com/DarkFantasyBeyondTheStorm

 

 

 

 

The Renegade Wife by @CaroWarfield #HistoricalRomance #POTLReads #giveaway


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Title:  The Renegade Wife

Author: Caroline Warfield

Genre: Historical Romance

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

Betrayed by his cousin and the woman he loved, Rand Wheatly fled England, his dreams of a loving family shattered. He clings to his solitude in an isolated cabin in Upper Canada. Returning from a business trip to find a widow and two children squatting in his house, he flies into a rage. He wants her gone, but her children are sick and injured, and his heart is not as hard as he likes to pretend.

 

Meggy Blair harbors a secret, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep her children safe. She’d hopes to hide with her Ojibwa grandmother, if she can find the woman and her people. She doesn’t expect to find shelter with a quiet, solitary man, a man who lowers his defensive walls enough to let Meggy and her children in.

 

Their idyllic interlude is shattered when Meggy’s brutal husband appears to claim his children. She isn’t a widow, but a wife, a woman who betrayed the man she was supposed to love, just as Rand’s sweetheart betrayed him. He soon discovers why Meggy is on the run, but time is running out. To save them all, Rand must return and face his demons.

 

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Excerpt:

She pushed away from the door. “If you’re finished, I’ll clear up your dishes.

“Damn it woman, I fend for myself here.” He looked her up and down. He noticed her deep blue eyes, midnight black hair, and dusky skin. “What are you? Gypsy? Is that where you learned how to diddle a man out of his belongings?”

She drew her back up straight and squared her shoulders. The gesture pulled her dress tight across obviously ample breasts.

There’s a practiced enticement. She’s in for a surprise if she thinks that trick will work on me.

Chin high, she met his eyes without flinching. “My grandmother is Ojibwa, my father was French, and my husband was a Scot. You can despise whichever one of those your English heart chooses, or all of them, but I am not a thief.”

She grabbed her skirt and took a step toward the door. “Do fend for yourself. We’ll leave as soon as we can.”

“I’ll decide when you’re a thief,” he snarled, bringing her to a halt. “It’s my house.”

 

Giveaway: 

To celebrate Caroline has a gift raffle that includes a $25.00 Amazon card and a variety of gifts. To enter click here:

http://www.carolinewarfield.com/contests-and-giveaways/

 

Buy Links:

Available for free on Kindle Unlimited or for purchase on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/Renegade-Wife-Children-Empire-Book-ebook/dp/B01LY7IRT6/

 

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Author Biography:

Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows while she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

 

Social Media Links:

Visit Caroline’s Website and Blog                http://www.carolinewarfield.com/

Meet Caroline on Facebook                          https://www.facebook.com/carolinewarfield7

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Email Caroline directly                                  warfieldcaro@gmail.com

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Amazon Author                                                http://www.amazon.com/Caroline-Warfield/e/B00N9PZZZS/

Good Reads                                                       http://bit.ly/1C5blTm

Bluestocking Belles                              http://bluestockingbelles.net/about/caroline-warfield/

 

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What Will He Take as Payment? Sindriel by @MaryCorrales_A1 #romance #POTLReads


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Title: Sindriel

Author: Mary Corrales

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Erotic Romance

Publisher: Siren Bookstrand

 

Book Blurb:

Miranda Contreras never thought a bad choice in men could cause her to lose her soul. She must now call upon on a demon bargainer for help.

Demon bargainer and Lord of the Crimson Shroud, Sindriel, always bargains to his own benefit. What will he take from Miranda as payment for his assistance?

Miranda’s life soon becomes one of hell realms and dangerous pleasures. Will she regain her soul but lose her chance at true love?

Sindriel has wanted Miranda from the moment he saw her at the wedding. He reveals his true nature to her to insure her safety in his realm while he retrieves her soul, which seems the perfect opportunity to indulge in her charms. He’ll face off against demons to retrieve her soul, but will he choose to discard her rather than face the truth of his own heart?

 

Excerpt:

He left the deeper shadows of the backyard trees and stepped into the moonlight.

Miranda stared at him with wide, surprised eyes but then gave a loud cough that might have destroyed his goddess fantasy, as if her identity hadn’t done that already. That was the trouble with the summoning ritual. One never saw the face of the supplicant.

Her mouth hung open in amazement even as she tried to cover herself with her hands. “Sindriel,” she squeaked.

“Miranda,” he murmured.

His bit the inside of his lip to keep from smirking as she rushed to cover her nakedness and dove for a towel sitting on a nearby chair. He possessed excellent vision at night, but he wouldn’t share that with her. He never would have guessed she’d ever perform a summoning ritual for a demon.

“It worked,” she exclaimed, wrapping the towel tight around her. The material did nothing to disguise the plumpness of her breasts.

His dreams hadn’t done her justice, come to think of it now.

What was she doing summoning a demon—summoning him? Suddenly it irritated him to know that she’d discovered his secret. Last he’d seen of her, she’d been dabbling in demon hunting or some such thing if the scent in her house were any indication. Why would she take such a risk as to call on him?

He’d find out soon enough. “What is it that a mysterious wet goddess might want from a humble, demon bargainer as me?”

 

Buy Links:

Siren-Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/sindriel

 

Author Biography:

Ms. Corrales is a multi-published erotica/erotic romance author who writes in several genres including paranormal, contemporary suspense, futuristic, and fantasy. She’s an avid reader of romance fiction so long as there is a hero to lust after and a heroine worth cheering. She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website or twitter.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.authormaryc.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MaryCorrales_A1

Blog: http://www.RomanceAuthorLifestyle.blogspot.com

 

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