“that’s the thing about reunions…” Who We Were by @LindsayDetwiler #romanticcomedy #chicklit


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Title:  Who We Were

Author: Lindsay Detwiler

Genre: Chick Lit/Romantic Comedy

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

I guess that’s the thing about high school reunions, though. They make you snap a little.”

In the ten years since high school graduation, Maylee’s career, living arrangements, family, and especially her love life are at a standstill. When her twin brother, Mitch, falls for her high school enemy at their ten-year reunion, Maylee’s life is catapulted into chaos.

Maylee’s hatred for the blonde-haired Josephine isn’t the only thing she discovers at her reunion. Benson Drake, the introvert from high school, has matured into a sexy intellect. Now a writer and bartender, Benson’s grown into a man with a perfect balance of quirky wit and sex appeal. After a wardrobe malfunction, a spy mission gone wrong, and a dangerous cup of coffee, Maylee and Benson explore something they never even thought about during senior year. Along the way, they find out that reconnecting with the past can change you… or maybe just help you find your true self.

 

 

Excerpt:

I guess that’s the thing about high school reunions, though. They make you snap a little. At least I can admit to it. This has to be the first step to admitting psychosis, right?

 

Mitch thinks I’ve taken it too far. Shauni, of course, thinks I’m doing the right thing.

 

“Show those snotty jerks just what you’ve become,” she told me yesterday. “Especially the blonde. Show her you’ve won.”

 

I’d smiled, munching on my lunch of celery and carrot sticks in my attempt to shed a few more ounces of water weight. Nevertheless, the whole time I was asking myself a very hard question: Have I really won? If I’m going to so much trouble to fool my classmates into thinking I’ve done so well for myself, aren’t there deeper problems than booblessness and a flabby waistline?

 

Maybe the problem isn’t my body type, my hair, or any of it. Maybe it’s because at twenty-eight, I thought life would be a little different, a little bit more… grown-up.

 

Looking in the mirror, however, I know I can’t pretend to be all introspective and mature about it. Even though I know it’s ridiculous, there’s a part of me deep down that does want to show her I’ve done okay for myself, no matter what. I want the girl who tortured me in high school, who convinced me I was a mousey nerd, to realize I blossomed.

 

Even if it is a bit of a lie. Or a lot of a lie.

 

“Let’s go,” Mitch yells from the living room. I sigh.

 

No more introspection. It’s go time.

 

It’s time to face my past.

 

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Lindsay Detwiler

 

Author Biography:

An English teacher, an author, and a fan of anything pink and/or glittery, Lindsay’s the English teacher cliché; she loves cats, reading, Shakespeare, and Poe.

She currently lives in her hometown with her husband, Chad (her junior high sweetheart); their cats, Arya, Amelia, Alice, Marjorie, and Bob; and their Mastiff, Henry.

Lindsay’s goal with her writing is to show the power of love and the beauty of life while also instilling a true sense of realism in her work. Some reviewers have noted that her books are not the “typical romance.” With her novels coming from a place of honesty, Lindsay examines the difficult questions, looks at the tough emotions, and paints the pictures that are sometimes difficult to look at. She wants her fiction to resonate with readers as realistic, poetic, and powerful. Lindsay wants women readers to be able to say, “I see myself in that novel.” She wants to speak to the modern woman’s experience while also bringing a twist of something new and exciting. Her aim is for readers to say, “That could happen,” or “I feel like the characters are real.” That’s how she knows she’s done her job.

Lindsay’s hope is that by becoming a published author, she can inspire some of her students and other aspiring writers to pursue their own passions. She wants them to see that any dream can be attained and publishing a novel isn’t out of the realm of possibility.

 

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The Duchess and the Highwayman by @BeverleyOakley #historicalromance #books #romance


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Title: The Duchess and the Highwayman

Author: Beverley Oakley

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A duchess disguised as a lady’s maid; a gentleman parading as a highwayman.

She’s on the run from a murderer, he’s in pursuit of one…

 

In a remote Norfolk manor, Phoebe, Lady Cavanaugh is wrongfully accused by her servants of her brutal husband’s murder.

 

There’s little sympathy in the district for the duchess who’s taken a lover and made clear she despised her husband. The local magistrate has also vowed revenge since Lady Cavanaugh rebuffed his advances.

 

When Phoebe is discovered in the forest wearing only a chemise stained with the blood of her murdered husband, she persuades the noble ‘highwayman’ who rescues her that she is Lady Cavanaugh’s maidservant.

 

Hugh Redding has his own reasons for hunting down the man who would have Phoebe tried and hanged for murder. He plans to turn ‘the maidservant with aspirations above her station’ into the ‘lady’ who might testify against the very villain who would see Phoebe dead.

 

But despite the fierce attraction between Phoebe and the ‘highwayman’, Phoebe is not in a position to admit she’s the ‘murderous duchess’ hunted across the land.

 

Seizing an opportunity to strike at the social and financial standing of the man who has profited by her distress, Phoebe is drawn into a dangerous intrigue.

 

But when disaster strikes, she fears Hugh will lack the sympathy or understanding of her unusual predicament to even want to save her a second time.

 

 

Excerpt:

Chapter One

 

It was an evening like any other: dull with a hint of menace and tension so thick Phoebe imagined slicing a neat hole in it and disappearing magically into a new life.

 

Any would do.

 

The company had retired to the dim, close drawing room, gentlemen included, following a gluttonous dinner. By the fireplace Phoebe worked at her embroidery, glad to be ignored though she knew that wouldn’t last for long.

 

The reprieve was even briefer than she’d anticipated. Brutus exhaled on a shuddering snore truncated by a yelp as he chased rabbits in his dreams; this caused James the footman, who was stooping over Ulrick in the act of offering his master a drink, to jump in fright and deposit a snifter of brandy upon her husband’s waistcoat. Not that it would concern Ulrick who was snoring more loudly than Brutus and whose waistcoat was already stained with drool.

 

The footman cast the mistress a sideways glance as he unwound his lordship’s stock and dabbed at the sticky mess but Phoebe held her tongue and made do with a dispassionate look. She’d never liked James. She was certain he’d conspired with Ulrick on more than a few occasions to put her on the back foot and to tarnish her name below stairs. Despite her obvious disdain, she was afraid of the power he wielded.

 

“That will be all, James.” She rose with a dismissive wave and the rustle of silken skirts.

 

“I’ll attend to my husband. Please see Mr Barnaby and Sir Roderick out.”

 

Sir Roderick, that most unwelcome of neighbours, appeared before her, bony and wraithlike; malevolent as ever. “I believe your dog that needs more attention than Lord Cavanaugh.” His thin mouth turned up in a parody of amusement as he wafted a fastidious hand about his nose, indicating Brutus’s greater guilt than his master’s snoring.

 

Phoebe offered Sir Roderick a cold smile. On the other side of the room Ulrick’s two other guests conversed in low voices by the window.

 

She inclined her head as she ignored his attempt at levity. “Good night, Sir Roderick.”

Sir Roderick straightened his spare, weedy frame, which she saw trembled with supressed outrage at being so summarily dismissed by the lady of the house.

 

Phoebe refused to turn away from his challenging gaze. Sir Roderick was another who couldn’t wait until the doors of Blinley Manor were closed against her the moment Ulrick breathed his last. She’d offended his honour, having bitten his lip and kneed him in the groin six months before when he’d accosted her in a dimly lit corridor and suggested in lewd terms how he might assist in the creation of an heir for the already ailing Ulrick. An heir that would ensure Phoebe kept a roof over her head.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Beverley Oakley was seventeen when she bundled up her first her 500+ page romance and sent it to a publisher. Unfortunately drowning her heroine on the last page was apparently not in line with the expectations of romance readers so Beverley became a journalist.

 

Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea.

 

Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery, intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose – it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch.

 

Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth century lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli.

 

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Have you ever felt like you were having one of those dayzzzz?  To say Tempest Pomeroy was having a little trouble with the locals was like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast. Only time will tell if her world will right itself, but it’s Destiny after all. And ludicrous is its middle name.

What readers are have said…

“Storm Crazy is awesome! I love this series!” Storm Crazy

“I didn’t want it to end.” Cry Me a River

“Oh My God, I loved this book. Run don’t walk to the buy button…” Eve of Chaos

Blurb:

Storm Lake… Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?

On the west end of Storm Lake lies Destiny, home of the Paramortals, supernatural beings (fae, djnn, vamps, shifters, even dragons – shh, that’s a secret) living beside humans.

I’m Tempest Pomeroy and my human job is delivering the mail. I come from a family of Tempestaeries and Djnn. Left alone to raise my brother, River, I denied my heritage for years. Now River’s genie bottle is missing, the males in my life are acting crrrazy, and my emotions are threatening to unleash my Tempestaerie powers whether I like it or not.

I turned to a human, Sheriff Jack Lang, a hunky ex-Navy pilot who believes he moved to a normal small town – like Mayberry – to raise his teenage daughter.

As he investigates the strange happenings in the area, it’s inevitable that Jack will be…erm…enlightened about Destiny’s and my true nature. Especially when the locals begin ‘exposing’ their special ‘aptitudes’. Jack says he wants to know everything, but once he does, will he stay and fight for us and the Paramortals, or take the first F-18 out of Middle Earth?

‘Cause there’s a lot of everything

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This boxset is on SALE for .99 on Kobo and iTunes. It includes books 1-3 in the Destiny Paramortals: Storm Crazy, Cry Me a River, and Eve of Chaos.

Books 4 & 5 are available on every retailer and book 6 is coming in October

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A Note From Livia:

Well, I blew it, everyone. So sorry. Apparently it takes longer to get the price reduced and our power was knocked out last night so I couldn’t check.

 

BUT when it takes effect sometime today, I’m leaving it free for a week. Normally 5.99-6.99 the book will be .99 until next Tuesday!!

 

And just for your inconvenience, when you comment that you’ve ordered a copy, I’ll enter you in my kindle giveaway for October which I’m announcing on my upcoming newsletter.

 

 

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The rumble beneath my feet was the only notice I had of the electric strike that rode straight up my legs, curling in my midsection and crawling swiftly along my right arm to produce my own version of a Fourth of July sparkler, emanating from that fingertip. Then brilliant bolts of crackling white light spit and sizzled in my palm, sending jagged streamers of hot blue fire ten feet into the air.

I gawked.

A car entering a nearby street freed me from the mesmerizing light display. This was different from any of the charging I’d previously experienced. Bigger. Usually it just sort of replenished on its own. Panicked, I looked over my shoulder, and exhaled. So far so good.

Now what? I needed to command the fire in my hand to… what? Before I could say, “Be gone,” or “Go thither,” the light subsided to a small crackly glow. That was it then. Instinct took over. I knelt beside Mr. Jackson and placed my glowing index finger against his chest. With a single szzwaattt, I zapped him, right in the heart. His chest arched up only the barest of seconds as it met my magical defibrillator, then his body relaxed.

Momentarily deafened and somewhat addled as my faculties came back online, I groped for the pulse in his neck. For a second, I thought I’d failed. But then, his tired, smoke glutted organ started beating.

Thank the gods.

Only the slight whiff of burnt flesh remained on the wind. Drained of energy, I swiped the back of my hand across my forehead. And spotted the mark.

“Zeus’ rechargeable bolts! That better be temporary.”

Centered on the spot where I’d zapped him, a pale image was forming. It looked like a pale, mini version of… well… me.

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Felicity at the Cross Hotel by @HelenaFairfax is a Delightful Feel-Good #Romance! #books


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Title: Felicity at the Cross Hotel

Author: Helena Fairfax

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A quaint hotel in a romantic landscape. The Lake District is the perfect getaway. Or is it?

 

Felicity Everdene needs a break from the family business. Driving through the Lake District to the Cross Hotel, past the shining lake and the mountains, everything seems perfect. But Felicity soon discovers all is not well at the Cross Hotel …

 

Patrick Cross left the village of Emmside years ago never intending to return, but his father has left him the family’s hotel in his will, and now he’s forced to come back. With a missing barmaid, a grumpy chef, and the hotel losing money, the arrival of Felicity Everdene from the notorious Everdene family only adds to Patrick’s troubles.

 

With so much to overcome, can Felicity and Patrick bring happiness to the Cross Hotel … and find happiness for themselves?

 

Excerpt:

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake. I’m perfectly capable of ordering a taxi.’

 

‘It’s no problem.’ He reached into his pocket for his car key.

 

Fliss would have loved nothing better than to dig in her heels and insist on taking a cab, but unfortunately Patrick’s mother had been hanging on to every word of the conversation.

 

‘Patrick’s right, Fliss, darling. You don’t want to be waiting here for a taxi. There’s only Doug who drives one in the village, and he could be ages at this time of night. Let Patrick take you.’

 

Fliss tried to think of a way of refusing that wouldn’t appear childish and stubborn, and failed. She forced out a stiff, ‘Thank you.’

 

Patrick nodded equally stiffly. There was nothing for Fliss to do except bid Jilly a civil good evening and make her way out in as dignified a fashion as possible. But as she pushed open the hotel door, and the fresh night air enveloped her, her chagrin dissipated. The sight outside swept everything else from her mind, and she gave a gasp of wonder. The night sky was clear above the trees, and to the west, where the fellside dipped down to the valley, the heavens fell away in a sheet of black, sprinkled with a thousand stars, so close, she could be walking through them.

 

‘Will you take a look at that?’ She stepped forwards over the gravel and made her way to the terrace, where the stars swung down. The sky was deepest black, and the Milky Way floated high, high above them, in a swirl of fabulous glory. Fliss rested her hands on the railing, her head tilted up to the sky.

 

The starlight cast a white glow over Patrick’s features, deepening the lines on his face. His mouth was a straight line, and his eyes glittered. Fliss turned her head to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the firmament. Then his eyes met hers.

 

‘It’s even more spectacular in the Caribbean,’ he said. ‘On a calm night, when you come up from a dive, you could be alone in the universe, floating along, with the stars a golden cloak above you.’

 

‘That sounds amazing. I can see how you must miss it.’

 

He hesitated, before saying, ‘I don’t miss it as much as I did.’

 

The breeze in the trees stilled. Fliss heard the sound of Patrick’s breathing. Then an owl broke the silence, bursting out of the wood on the hillside below them with a great sweep of its wings. Fliss gave a startled gasp. Patrick placed his hand on her arm, his breath quickening with hers. At his touch, Fliss’s heart leapt. His eyes were bright on hers, his lips parted. For a wild moment she thought he was about to kiss her. She waited, heart thudding, a thousand emotions clamouring within her. He bent his head to hers, and for a couple of seconds they stood perfectly still, their quick breath intermingling.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Helena Fairfax is a British author who was born in Uganda and came to England as a child. She’s grown used to the cold now which is just as well, since these days she lives in an old Victorian mill town in the north of England, right next door to the windswept Yorkshire moors. Helena walks this romantic landscape every day with her rescue dog, finding it the perfect place to dream up her heroes and her happy endings. Subscribers to Helena’s newsletter receive news of free stuff, competitions with prizes, gossip, and links to cool websites she’s been looking at when she should have been writing.

 

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Cowgirl, Unexpectedly by Vicki Tharp @vwtharp #WesternRomance #RomanticSuspense #books


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Title: Cowgirl, Unexpectedly

Author: Vicki Tharp

Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Western Romance/ Military Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A Harley and a highway are all an Iraqi war veteran needs to soothe her restless spirit—until a pit stop puts her on the front lines of love . . .  

 

Settling down is not an option for Mackenzie Parish. Since the end of her tour of duty, the ex-Marine has been on the road, doing what she can to ease the pain of her wounded shoulder and mind. But when her money runs out, she takes a job on a Wyoming ranch—and finds herself in unfamiliar territory once more . . .

 

Mackenzie’s lesson number one: a horse is definitely nothing like a motorcycle. But even knee deep in manure, and saddle sores aside, Mac finds comfort in the daily routine of hard work and the great outdoors. Only her bunkmate, Hank Nash, provides an unsettling distraction. The former champion bull rider has returned home to reconnect with his estranged daughter. Yet despite his own struggles, he has the patience to show Mac the ropes, and the sweet touch to draw her out of herself—and her violent past.

 

But when the ranch becomes the target violent threats, Mac will have to choose between the call of the road—and the man who has helped her feel whole again . . .

 

Available now for pre-order and set for release in October 2017!

 

Excerpt:

My engine sputtered and died on the downhill road into the ranch, like an old dinosaur rattling out its last breath. I coasted the rest of the way and skidded to a stop in front of a small group of men gathered around a campfire. Pebbles kicked up by my rear tire pinged into the crowd and landed with a tink against the side of the fire-blackened coffee pot. I settled my bike on its kickstand, swung my leg over and stepped to the edge of the circle of men.

 

      Clouds building along the mountain range turned the sky the deep blue-gray of aged gunmetal. Thunder rumbled and my engine ticked as it cooled. Thin tendrils of campfire smoke curled into the air, but the handful of hot coals remaining provided little heat. A sharp whistle from an older man I assumed was the boss or ranch foreman, hushed their chatter, but all eyes remained on me. Men don’t intimidate me, but I swallowed a grumble when my eyes settled on Hank from the café.

 

      One of the cowboys spit on the ground, another stopped whittling. A kid to Hank’s right sucked in a hard breath. I thought he might choke on his toothpick.

 

      “Morning, boys.” I said, confident, if not entirely welcome. For a moment, silence reigned. Even the cow dog stopped chewing at his fleas. “Looks like I’m just in time.”

 

      “I thought the women’s knitting circle met on Wednesdays,” the kid muttered around the toothpick.

 

      There was the expected quick round of chuckles. Ignoring the comment, I walked over to the foreman and pulled the flyer from my back pocket. “Says here you need hands. I have two, so I’m here to apply.” Another round of light laughter ensued, but the scowl I sent them silenced them fast enough.

 

      “You’re a woman,” the foreman said, as if the statement would come as a revelation to me.

 

      I pasted on a bright smile, patted my short-cropped mop of hair the same deep, brownish red as the horse tied to a nearby tree, and flattened the front of my bomber jacket that all but hid my breasts. “Kind of you to notice.”

 

      “We need men. Strong men. With muscle.”

 

      I took the flier from his hand and feigned perplexion as I pretended to reread the information printed on the sheet. “No, nothing here specifies men only.”

 

      “You have to be able to ride.”

 

      “I can ride.” He probably meant horses, not motorcycles, but he hadn’t qualified the type of riding so I didn’t consider it an outright lie. Besides, how hard could it be anyway?

 

      “And shoot,” the foreman added.

 

     A genuine smile tipped my lips. “Not a problem.”

 

     He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed. “And wrestle calves.”

 

     The breath I blew out ruffled my bangs. “Never wrestled calves,” I admitted. Looking around, I tilted my head, indicating the kid with the toothpick, still lanky from a growth spurt. “But I sure as hell can out wrestle him.”

 

     The group of men burst into hoots and guffaws, and one of them piped up. “Awh, c’mon boss, give her a shot, what can it hurt?”

 

     The foreman scrubbed a hand in nearly a week’s growth of beard and sighed. “Got no quarters for ladies, here.”

 

     After all the things I’ve done. I don’t think I qualified as a lady any more. “That shouldn’t be a problem.” I sauntered over to Hank with mustered bravado and jabbed a thumb in his direction. “I’ll bunk with Pops.”

 

      Hank jerked his chin up as if I’d slapped him. “Pops?”

 

      He had at least ten years on a couple of the other guys, who weren’t long out of the schoolyard at best. It wasn’t like he was old, old. But old enough I wouldn’t have to tell him more than once I wasn’t interested in some sort of high country romance. In Iraq, the men had learned to leave me be. These guys would, too. In time. I needed some rack time before I had the energy to deal with it though. Plus, I figured I’d already pissed off Hank enough this morning that he’d be the least likely one to hit on me.

 

      Hank eyed me with speculation, the brim of his hat shadowing his expression. “You’re no spring chicken either.”

 

      I ignored him and the round of juvenile comments from the guys about eating chickens, plucking chickens, and a whole host of other remarks that were designed to be taken the wrong way. If my bones didn’t ache and the muscle under the scar on my shoulder didn’t burn, I might have argued with him. As it was, I already felt twice my age, so I couldn’t disagree.

 

      An ear-piercing whistle came from behind me. The men quieted mid-laugh and the mutt saddled up to my leg and leaned against me. I dropped a hand to its head and felt the quick lick of a hot, moist tongue on my palm. I turned my head and recognized the man I’d restrained this morning and the young girl walking up from the main house.

 

      The girl’s smile was a quirky mixture between shy and amused. The man spared me a brief nod before turning his attention to the rest of the men. “Enough of that kind of talk. I run a family operation. My wife and granddaughter live here. I expect you to behave as gentlemen, and treat them,” the man looked between his granddaughter and myself before glaring back at them, “and any other women with respect. If you cannot manage that, then you’d best go now. I won’t tolerate that nonsense here.”

 

      He turned and headed to the barn without any fanfare. I figured that meant I, as well as the rest of the men gathered there had the job. I went to grab my motorcycle while the others grabbed their gear from their trucks. Two had their own horses in a stock trailer and they headed over to offload them. The horses’ hooves tapped a nervous, deep staccato on the trailer’s wooden floorboards as they backed out. Steel clanked on steel as the rear door banged against the shaking trailer. I straddled my bike and shifted it into neutral. The bunkhouses were downhill from the campfire, so I kept a close eye on Hank’s jeans-clad ass as I coasted down the ranch road after him.

 

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Author Biography:

Born with a love for animals, Vicki Tharp pursued a career as a veterinarian, graduating from the Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine in 1992. Always an avid reader of romance, mystery, and suspense, she combined her interests and medical knowledge in her first book, DON’T LOOK BACK.

 

She makes her home on small acreage in south Texas with her husband and an embarrassing number of pets. When she isn’t writing, trimming hooves, woodworking, or mucking out the barn, you can usually find her on the back of her horse, enjoying the delightful nasal bouquet of flowers, fly spray, and eau de horse sweat.

 

Her new series, Long S Ranch, is launching this fall with the first story COWGIRL, UNEXPECTEDLY.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Santa Claws by @Krispiewrites #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Santa Claws

 

Author: Kris Pearson

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

From dark start to delicious ending, this unusual Christmas tale is romantic and uplifting. Nothing will ever be the same again after Jeff is accused of threatening to murder his wife. Or Evie is bruised one time too many by her abusive boyfriend. Or Santa Claws the cat starts howling under the house.

 

This delightfully different novella brings eventual happiness for everyone – including added joy for Christian and Fiona who you first met in Kris’s novel THE WRONG SISTER. Come and spend a sunny summer Christmas in Wellington, New Zealand. You could even adopt a kitten….

 

 

Excerpt:

“We saw you, Jeff Hartley! Saw you at Kentucky Fried. Saw her get in the car. Saw you laughing and smiling at her.” Monica’s face had turned beet-red, and the tendons in her neck stretched tight as she thrust her head toward him. It was more than she’d said to him in weeks. Months. How had things got so bad?

 

“Yeah, Jeff,” her sister Ingrid snapped. “We saw you leaning all over her. Opening the car door for her. How long since you did that for Monny?”

 

Jeff grabbed a deep breath. Jeez but he could do without Ingrid in the middle of this. “Evie was carrying dinner. For the no-hopers she lives with. Was I supposed to stand by and let her struggle with that and the door as well?”

 

“Why were you giving a lift?” Monica’s machine-gun mouth rattled out the question.

 

“Because it was bloody raining. It’s only a block out of my way from work.”

 

She aimed a slap at him and missed because he reared back. “You’ve done it plenty of times before, because people have seen you,” she accused.

 

“A couple of times. Three at most.” How had his wife known that? And maybe it was a few more than three…

 

“Well, I’ve had enough,” she snapped. “You’re out of here. See how you like trying to find somewhere else to live with no money.”

 

Jeff registered Monica’s triumphant sneer, and then Ingrid’s. “Monica, what the hell have you done?”

 

“Transferred the money somewhere you’ll never find it. All of it. I deserve it for what I’ve had to put up with from you. Unfaithful bastard.”

 

Jeff’s bile rose into his throat and he took a step forward, towering over her. “What you’ve had to put up with? A roof over your head, still being paid for by me? All the food and bills paid by me ever since you left that job last year? And in return, I get what? One meal a day, grudgingly cooked, and I can’t remember the last time we had sex. Serve you right if I was unfaithful.”

 

He drew another breath to continue, but Ingrid beat him to it. “She’s been a good wife to you. Looked after your home without complaint.”

 

He turned on his sister-in-law and glared. “Keep out of this, Ing. It’s no business of yours.”

 

“It’s totally my business. She’s my baby sis. I have to watch out for her.”

 

Jeff cut his gaze back to Monica. “What have you done with the money, Mon?”

 

“Hidden it where you’ll never find it,” she hissed. Pure vitriol gleamed in her eyes.

 

“You’re dreaming. The bank will have records of exactly what you did. I could kill you for this!”

 

“He said ‘kill’. He said ‘kill’,” Ingrid shrieked. “You’re not safe, Monica. I’m calling the cops.”

 

“Get the hell away from us, Ing. Get out of my house. Take your nosy meddling body off my property right now or I’ll throw you over the gate.”

 

“I’ve got you recorded,” she yelled, brandishing her phone at him.

 

She did indeed retreat, but only to the front boundary. After a few more minutes of heated ‘discussion’ between him and Monica, two uniformed police arrived, asked him to pack a bag, and said they were taking him into custody for the night ‘to give everyone a chance to calm down.’

 

No way would Jeff let his father or brother know he’d been arrested tonight. No-one in the Hartley family had ever been to jail.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

Pavlova cake and raspberries! We have Christmas in the middle of summer in New Zealand.

 

Kris Pearson

 

Author Biography:

Kris writes sizzling contemporary romance, pure and simple. Well, maybe not that pure! They’re sexy stories about couples who fall in love, and into bed along the way, just like real people do.

 

If you like your books sweeter, you can enjoy some of the same stories under her Kerri Peach author name (which are currently being translated in China!)

If it’s fine, she gardens. If it’s wet, she writes. And if the writing’s going well, the garden can look after itself. She’s an advertising copywriter and a decor specialist, and the author of ‘The Boat Builder’s Bed’, of which more than two million were downloaded free. Giving away this taste of her work kick-started sales of all her other novels.

Her Heartlands series follows the girls who live deep in the New Zealand countryside. Her seven Wellington books are set in the capital city so she can make use of the beautiful harbor in the plots. There’s also a Spanish version of her website http://www.krispearson.com – click the flags at the top right of it to change languages. Her all-time best-sellers are ‘Taken by the Sheikh’ and ‘Desired by the Sheikh’.

 

She’s now working on the second of her Scarlet Bay Series. ‘Hard to Regret’ is the first. ‘Hard to Resist’ will be the second.

 

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“a fun trip turns intense” Detours in Time by @PamSCanepa1 #sciencefiction #books #FridayReads


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Title:  Detours in Time

Author:  Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Genre: Science Fiction

 

Book Blurb: 

Feisty Tabatha, a struggling artist, and Milt, an awkward Science professor set off on a journey to the future.  What was supposed to be fun soon turns quite intense when they make discoveries about their future selves and end up on other “detours.”  The two set events into action that may save one life, yet destroy another.  Can these friends of completely different mindsets agree on a course of action?   Can Tabatha stick to Milt’s rules of time travel?  Both Milt and Tabatha struggle to witness and not participate in a place and time that is not yet their own.

 

Amid the backdrop of a future that reveals great wonders and horrors, Tabatha and Milt must resist the temptation to use discoveries from future technology to aid them when they return to the present.  Detours in Time starts as a fantastic escape and grows to present many moral dilemmas and surprises that can either destroy the strongest bond or bring two people closer.

 

Excerpt:

“What’s wrong?  Not enamored with caterpillars, are you?”

 

“Nope.  But I think you knew that.  Don’t let that near me.”

 

He let it down slowly and hesitantly, as if having been forced to choose between the bug and Pinky.  He was like a teenage boy when it came to bugs, worms, caterpillars.  Pinky hated bugs, but still found his excitement amusing.   He was truly a young soul in that fifty-year-old body, that honestly didn’t look fifty, anyhow.

 

“You like it here, don’t you?”  It was a statement of fact.

 

“Of course.  And I’d stay if I could.  But we can’t.”

 

“Why not?  It’s not like you would change anything that has already happened.”  Pinky opined.

 

“Oh, but I might.”  Pinky frowned in consternation, but he continued.  “This future is based on many things that happened between 1997 and 2047.  Just imagine what they are doing with cryogenics now!  I have a life to live from 1997 to….I don’t know what year.  To take out just one thing I’m going to do could have a ripple effect.  And we can only change the world by living our own lives.  That is what I believe.  Who knows if I might make an amazing scientific discovery between then and now–other than time travel by Envo, that is, although evidently, someone else took the credit.  Perhaps I make even another astounding discovery that someone else will take credit for.  And don’t forget, I single-handedly unravel the thrill of time travel, rendering it illegal in our land!  It is apparent that fame is not my destiny.”   He had worked himself into a gloomy mood.

 

“Calm down, Milt.”  Pinky patted him on the back.  “Let’s just enjoy what we see around us.”

 

 

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Author Biography:

Author Pamela Schloesser Canepa had a childhood full of travel and moving, fueling her writing of poems and stories as a child to provide entertainment for long trips. After a while, her family settled in the southeast. Writing provided an outlet for private thoughts and emotions for years, until she decided to self-publish fiction in 2016. Pamela’s genres include science fiction, paranormal fiction, and poetry of all types. The “Made for Me” series was Pamela’s first published fiction series. Currently, Pamela is working on a sequel to her time travel novel and may soon publish some of her paranormal short stories.

 

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“love beckoning her with a pulsing sinewy body” Self’s Blossom by David Russell #romance


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Title: Self’s Blossom

Author: David Russell

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Atla

 

Book Blurb:

Self’s Blossom is a short novella in the erotic romance genre, with Selene, a woman in search of her sexual identity, as the vibrant main character. Selene is intellectual, independent, free spirited and totally trapped in the limitations of her peer group and society. Her pragmatic best friend Janice describes Selene as a dreamer, “living in the cuckoo land of her imagination”. Desperately looking to find herself and get a bit of erotic adventure, Selene goes on holiday to South America.

 

Brought to life by the Sun, sea and holiday atmosphere of her resort, Selene’s first erotic awakening comes about through the ocean – “the spirit of love beckoning her with a pulsing sinewy body.” After this, Selene searches for a lover and has a brief sexual encounter with an eighteen year old local. But it is her through her meeting with the American anthropologist Hudson that Selene’ erotic nature is awakened and she explores the many layers of her being. Hudson is her intellectual rival and mentor, and he introduces Selene to the other side of South America – the primal elemental energy of the carnival, the 10,000 year history of South American civilisation and the breathtaking and often cruel power of its environment and landscape.

 

With Hudson, Selene’s holiday adventures suddenly become fraught with danger and intrigue – She is threatened with death by hunters when she plays environmentalist with Hudson and his friends, she is bitten by a deadly snake when she goes exploring with him, Hudson has to save her from a bar room brawl with the locals which suddenly explodes due to a sexual indiscretion. The indigenous population have an entirely different culture and life-rule than Selene knows from her predictable friends in London.

 

Although Hudson is the catalyst for Selena’s awakening, it is fair to say that she challenges him intellectually and opens his world weary eyes for the magic of the moment also. Their mutual search for something beyond the mundane leads them both to the top of a South American pyramid, where Selena visualises herself as a modern God Queen and Hudson as her God King. They have both gone on a dangerous and fascinating journey down through time and braving a foreign culture and environment. It is therefore significant that Selene does not seek full surrender to her lover in the passion of the moment on the moonlit beach – in fact she slaps his face when he attempts to do so – Instead she wants their love to be fully consummated through the pampered and luxurious Western trappings of the hotel Bridal Suite. Selene concludes: “True Seduction was total theatre,” “The true ideal lay in laced artifice” not in “ideals of naturalness”.

 

Here, in the luxurious trappings of traditional Western romance and eroticism, the adventure ends and the God Queen and God King sublimate their experience like some modern day High Priest and Priestess and the alchemy of their mutual transformation is complete. Knowing that they will be unable to ever rival or surpass this moment of absolute sexual apotheosis, the lovers now part and go their separate ways – Hudson to his job in the US and Selene back to London. But the author David Russell leaves us with a sense that more has been accomplished here than just a nice holiday memory for Selene and her lover. Selene can now return to the humdrum of her everyday existence and the emptiness of her London life with the alchemical blossom inside her – the Blossom of the self which has been totally awakened inside her.

 

There is the very real sense that Selene will never be the same woman again after this.

Reviewed by

 

Miranda Moondawn

 

 

Excerpt:

Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.

 

At first she lay in the tide’s path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss – then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented, Selene dozed a while.

 

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Author Biography:

Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Self-published collection of erotic poetry and artwork, Sensual Rhapsody, 2015. Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’

 

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My Baby Wrote Me A Letter by @JacqBiggar #ReleaseDay + #Giveaway! #womensfiction #mgtab #books


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Title: My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Women’s Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A family’s brush with the past will threaten the fabric of their lives.

 

Grace Freeman is eight months pregnant, and with her navy husband away on a mission, she craves the security of her childhood home in Canada.

 

When she finds a letter written by her long-lost mother, it creates a tear in the foundation of those she loves.

 

Can Grace find a way to bring her family peace, or will a message from the past destroy their future?

 

 

Special Canada Day Giveaway:

Jacquie would like to gift an e-copy of My Baby Wrote Me A Letter to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is share your favorite Canada Day/4th of July/Summertime food/drink at the bottom of the post.

 

Open internationally.

 

Jackie will choose a winner on Wednesday, July 5th.

 

 

Excerpt:

Home.

 

He’d been to many beautiful countries in his lifetime, but nothing had ever quite compared to the Canadian Rockies. He remembered the first time he and Beth had traveled this road, young and in love. They had just enough money to put a down payment on the acreage, the house came later—in stages as the kids were born. Money was tight, but it hadn’t mattered. They had a roof, the land supplemented their diet. And then he’d ruined it by taking the correspondent job.

 

They hit a deep pothole and he grunted, feeling the punch to his arthritic joints.

 

Thomas glanced over his shoulder, hands wrestling the steering wheel. “Sorry, Dad. We’re getting the road re-topped, just waiting for the frost heaves to come out first.”

 

Ben looked back, too, a reckless grin on his still-round face. “I told him to leave it, more fun this way.”

 

Leo leaned forward so he could tap his brother’s head. “You’re such an idiot,” he said, the affection obvious in his tone.

 

“Hey,” Ben grouched good-naturedly, rubbing the supposed injury. “Watch the hair.”

 

“What hair?” Grace added her two bits, her smile bright enough to light up the dim cab.

Ben shot her a wounded look. “Ouch. That hurts, sis. You know I’m sensitive about my curls.”

It was true. He could have had shares in a popular hair product, the amount he used to flatten those dreaded curls.

 

“You kids quit your squabbling,” Ray muttered, anxious for his first glimpse of the house. He’d only been away a few months, but it seemed longer. In some indefinable way, he thought if he just waited long enough, maybe Beth would hear he’d changed and come back. Silly probably, but his heart lived in hope nonetheless.

 

He placed his hand over the letter hidden away in his chest pocket, and met Gracie’s worried gaze. Did she realized just how much she looked like her mother with the same expressive, warm hazel eyes and silky chestnut hair? It hit him in the solar plexus every time she smiled.

 

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Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.

 

She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂

 

Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her web site:

 

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Or email her via her web site. Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!

 

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#ReleaseDay — Royal Enchantment by Sharon Ashwood @RowanAshArt #paranormalromance


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Title: Royal Enchantment

Author: Sharon Ashwood

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

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Book Blurb:

She married the king. She wanted the man.

 

Guinevere’s marriage to Arthur was a political partnership, never a romance. Merlin knows that the king’s court, newly restored at a medieval theme park, will only be complete if Arthur has his lady. Little did anyone suspect that once Guinevere gets a taste of twenty-first-century freedoms that this ancient queen would lose interest in belonging to any man—even a royal one.

 

It takes a dragon, and some passionate nights spent in each other’s arms, to lure her back to her husband’s side. Arthur is willing to accept Gwen’s help in protecting the new Camelot from a fae menace, but the bigger challenge will be wooing back Guinevere for a second chance at love…

 

Enchanted Warrior, the first story in this stand-alone series, is a 2017 RITA Finalist for Best Paranormal Romance.

 

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Excerpt:

This, at least, was familiar territory. Battling monsters was a man’s business. Never mind that it was the women, left at home, who had the most face time with whatever horror was tearing the village apart. They typically had the beastie on the run by the time Sir Whatever showed up to poke it with a sword.

 

Gwen paused, wondering at her thoughts. Merlin’s spell had introduced a lot of unfamiliar—and usefully sarcastic—words and phrases. She rather liked that.

 

“I can wait. There’s always a dragon. Or a troll. Or a quest.” Closing her eyes, Gwen leaned back against the squishy cushions, discovering the ugly piece of furniture was actually comfortable. “While we wait, you can tell me why Camelot needs a queen.”

 

Merlin’s voice was soft. “That’s also something Arthur needs to say.”

 

Gwen sighed. She considered trying out one of the useful modern phrases, but when she looked up again, Merlin had disappeared. The only thing left was a faint curl of smoke drifting toward the spackled ceiling.

 

Gwen huffed. Coward. It was Merlin’s fault she was here. She hadn’t asked to be dragged forward in time.

 

She rose, too nervous to stay still. The prospect of seeing Arthur turned her insides cold. She was angry with him, of course, but there were other emotions, too—ones that she really didn’t want to examine. And then there was the fact she’d never done the one thing required of a queen—she’d failed to give him an heir.

 

She drifted around the space, picking things up and putting them down again. The office door beckoned. Why was it closed when every other room was open for inspection? There was no lock, however, and in a moment she was inside. She froze before she’d taken two steps.

 

Now she understood the closed door. This was the room where Arthur lived. It was not large, but there was a substantial desk in the corner covered with papers. The clutter had the feel of determination and excitement, of boundless enthusiasm colliding with rigorous organization. She approached it, her hands at her sides, touching nothing.

 

A map hung on the wall, poked full of colored pins. Gwen studied it, not sure what it signified but recognizing the hand of the high king who had made a conquest of Britain. He’d been barely more than a child when the lesser rulers had bowed to his sword. Give Arthur something to conquer, and he was in his element.

 

Once upon a time, that confidence, that strength of purpose had stopped her heart. Who wouldn’t revere a man who could pluck kingdoms like ripe fruit and make them his own? But she might as well have loved the sea or a range of mountains. Great works of nature had no time for mortal women. She had been a clause in a treaty between Arthur and her father, King Leodegranz. Marriage had been the price of peace, and her dowry had been the famous Round Table.

 

The table had got more of Arthur’s attention. Gwen frowned and turned away from the map.

 

There was a computer on the desk, and she experimentally touched a key. The black screen jumped to life, displaying words and pictures. She bent closer to look, her brain catching up to the spell that made it possible for her to read the modern text. Once she began, Gwen lost all awareness of the room around her. She pushed the arrow buttons, making the lines of type move. The novelty of it intrigued her.

 

So did the words themselves. It was a report of mysterious destruction outside the town. Was this the dragon Merlin had mentioned? Her pulse quickened.

 

A thickly muscled arm caught her around the waist. Deep in thought, Gwen jerked away from the desk, surprise quickly turning to alarm. The grip tightened, pulling her back against a wall of chest. And then she knew him. She knew the scent, the feel of his body.

 

“Arthur.” She put both hands on his confining arm, but he didn’t release her.

 

“What are you doing in here?”

 

He’d spoken to her on the phone, but the device had done his voice an injustice. Up close, the deep, rich sound was something touchable, like warm fur. Gwen closed her eyes, wishing it didn’t enchant her quite so thoroughly. He’d left her behind. That said enough about his true feelings.

 

“Shouldn’t you be asking why I’m here at all?” She put an edge in her voice out of reflex, as if that would hold his magnetic effect at bay.

 

“You forget I spoke to Merlin. I know how you arrived.” His tone was carefully neutral.

 

His coolness burned her. “And no more needs to be said?”

 

“What would you have me say?”

 

“You could begin with hello. I am your wife.”

 

He relaxed his grip enough that she could turn and pull away. She took a step back, looking up into his face. The encounter with the dragon hadn’t been gentle. His left cheekbone was purpling over raw scrapes that said he’d skidded on hard ground.

 

They stared at each other for a long moment, teetering at the edge of—something. Could it be he was glad to see her? There was so much unsaid, so many hurts, and so many things she didn’t understand.

 

In all their years together, she’d never come to grips with what drove him. Most of all, she’d never known what drove him away, exactly, beyond the fact that she wouldn’t sit still and say nothing for years on end.

 

All Gwen’s unspoken questions rose up. At times—though not often enough—she would have swallowed her questions back, bowed her head and retreated. But she’d been ripped from her century and dumped here, and she was done with silent obedience.

 

“Why am I here?”

 

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Author Biography:

Sharon Ashwood is a freelance journalist, novelist, desk jockey, and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle fantasy would never work out, so she writes paranormal romances instead. Sharon lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.

 

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#CharacterInterview: Coel from Just One Mistake by @libraryoferana #SFF #fantasy #FridayReads


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My name is Coel, I am a bard. I make my living singing and selling songs.

 

At least that’s the way it should be, but of course things are rarely that simple, I am a wanted man. I would say I am innocent, but two men are dead by my hand and as much as I wish it that is the truth. These days I must supplement my income by any means necessary for those in my position do what they must do see another dawn.

 

Presently I live at the Stuck Pig Tavern, in Varlek. It’s not exactly the height of comfort but it does have the advantage the clientele don’t ask awkward questions and the Order of Witch-Hunters leave it alone. This is worth the leaky roof and dubious ale.

 

I’m what’s called a Bard Adept – so I have recently learned by music and the handful of other magical skills I have are just that – fuelled by magic. Possession of magic is illegal here so I have to be careful. The music side is reasonably easy to hide, the rest – not so easy. It’s all a bit new so I can’t really control it properly, it controls me, I suppose.

 

 

What is your greatest fear? 

It used to be death – but when one walks with death it becomes less frightening. Now – I’d say losing my music. I could not live without the songs and tales in my soul.

 

What is your greatest extravagance? 

My rebec. It’s a bit old now, but if she needs strings or polish she gets them. I’d rather go hungry than have an unplayable instrument. Music is my blessing, my curse and my soul.

 

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? 

Pride. It is easily lost and brings out the worst in a person.

 

Which talent would you most like to have? 

I’d like to be able to be invisible – to walk around unseen. I’m learning that some adepts can. Shadowplay they call it, and some mages can fool the sight. I’ve called up shadows a couple of times but usually it doesn’t work unless I REALLY need it. To be truly able to vanish – that would be extremely useful.

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement? 

I’m still alive!

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? 

Despair. I have been there more than once. Because of my lust I caused the death of two men, the ruin of a woman and the shame of my own kin. I’ve been hungry and cold, I’ve been terrified out of my wits, and I have been seriously wounded but nothing is like the pain of knowing one has nothing left to live for and knowing it was all by one’s own hand.

 

I have made some amends for what I have done but my debt is far from paid.

 

What is your greatest regret? 

How long do you have? As I said I killed a man, it was an accident. He was my lover’s husband and he found us together. In the light of day I say it was self-defence, but in the darkness of my nightmares I know it wasn’t. I don’t regret killing him, but I regret getting caught in the situation I did. Another man hanged for my crime and I stood by and watched him die. That is the murder I truly regret. That poor man was an elf, and elves have no rights. Would it have made a difference if I’d confessed? Maybe. But I was too much a coward for that.

 

How would you like to die? 

I spend a lot of time and energy not dying. So far it’s working but luck is a fickle mistress.

If I get a choice I’d say old, rich and famous. At the rate I am going it’s likely to be young, broke and infamous.

 

TOE Just One Mistake

 

Title Tales of Erana: Just One Mistake

Author A. L. Butcher

Genre Fantasy

 

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Coel, the bard, thinks his life has taken a turn for the worst, but he hasn’t met the Thiefmaster yet. An ill-conceived notion of earning more money to pay off his debt and escape a dark past leaves the minstrel in a situation he can’t escape and with a deadly bargain. Will he survive his mistake? Who is this mysterious patron?

 

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The candle spluttered in the attic as the wind curled about the badly thatched roof. Glowglobes were currently beyond Coel’s means so in the small flickering circle of meagre light Coel assessed his night’s takings. The tavern wench had gone to her own bed or someone else’s and in many ways he was glad; any undue attention would be unwelcome in the circumstances. Coel had got away with the theft, at least he could hear no hue and cry from below or boots on the stairs. With luck the fellow would either not miss the trinket or simply not recall his movements that evening. There had been no mistake, not this time.

 

Darkness oozed lazily in the remainder of the room, nosing into corners, under furniture and behind Coel, unseen, part of it detached. “That was quite a performance, bard. You have some talent, and not just your music. Although your judgement is flawed, it never wise to steal from a thief,” the voice was smooth, like liquid velvet and very sure of itself.

 

Coel’s hand moved towards the dagger nestling in his belt; it would not be the first time he had been called on to defend himself, although that was how he had ended up in this mess he thought bitterly. Just one mistake, then another and now, it would seem, another.

 

“I do not know of what you speak! I am not a thief.” His brain caught up and he continued, “How did you get into my room? The door was locked. I’m not a bloody fool.” Coel could hear his own heart pounding. There was something about this man which frightened him. He felt like a mouse beneath the gaze of a cat. Perhaps the hangman’s noose would have been the better option.

 

The slate-grey cloak swirled around boots of ebony leather and the cowled figure chuckled. “That lock was barely a moment’s work. I must have a word with the owner of this place about his security. I have yet to find a door in Erana which will not yield to me. You may as well remove your hand from that blade, or would you bet your life you are swifter than the Thiefmaster? I doubt it, boy, I doubt it. Believe me when I say you would be dead before that knife left its scabbard. It would be a pity to waste such talent, would it not?”

 

Coel removed his hand from the dagger, his sense telling him that continuing to draw it would be a terminal decision. Instead, he placed he placed his hand on the table and the voice breathed into his ear, Coel shivered, he had not heard the man move.

 

“I thought not. Sensible lad, if a lying one. This too can be a skill which can save your life, if it is used correctly and with assurance,” Darius told him.

 

This menacing shape was right behind him and Coel began to turn, opening his mouth to protest, and found a gloved hand on his jaw, firm but not unduly painful. “Curious are we not? This may sometimes serve you well. As for other occasions, it is wise to accept things as they are, this is one such occasion… Coel.”

 

The bard caught his breath, how did this man know his name? The sweat began to pool in his back, making his shirt stick unpleasantly to his skin. Had this man been hired to kill him? Had his mistake finally caught him up? Yet as Coel’s brain frantically grasped at any hope and his fingers tried to overrule his brain and reach for the dagger he realised the man had said he was a thief. A robbery, that was not so bad. It would not be the first time.

 

“This is not a merely social call; you are honoured for the Master of Thieves does not always test a potential recruit’s skills for himself.”

 

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British-born Alexandra Butcher (a/k/a  A. L. Butcher) is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet, and a dreamer, a lover of science, natural history, history, and monkeys. Her prose has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.  She writes with a sure and sometimes erotic sensibility of things that might have been, never were, but could be.

Alex is the author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles, and the Tales of Erana lyrical fantasy series, She also has several short stories in the fantasy, fantasy romance genres with occasional forays into gothic style horror. With a background in politics, classical studies, ancient history and myth, her affinities bring an eclectic and unique flavour in her work, mixing reality and dream in alchemical proportions that bring her characters and worlds to life.

 

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Hunter’s Quest by @kgmccullough is a Gripping #RomanticSuspense! #books #paranormal


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Title: Hunter’s Quest

Author: Karen McCullough

Genre: Romantic Suspense with slight paranormal element

 

Book Blurb:

Kristie Sandford’s vacation is interrupted when a man jumps out in front of her car. She avoids hitting him, but when she stops to see if he’s hurt, he demands she help him escape from the people chasing him. Kristie has an odd “gift”-she occasionally gets warning messages, and she gets one saying he needs her help or he’ll die.

 

Jason Hunter is an SBI (N.C. State Bureau of Investigation) agent working on his own time searching for a friend, an investigative reporter who disappeared while tracking down rumors of corruption in the bureaucracy of a small, North Carolina mountain town. Jason is grateful to Kristie for rescuing him, but dubious when she insists she has to continue helping him. Kristie is attracted to Jason, but the edge of danger she senses in him reminds her too much of the abusive family she escaped as soon as she could. Still, the message said he’d die if she didn’t help him, and the messages have been right before.

 

Excerpt:

The sudden, sharp crack of a rifle shot, way too close, shattered the peace of a lovely June day.

 

Moments before, Kristie Sandford had been driving sedately and musing on camera angles and light as she reveled in the sun-drenched beauty of a back road in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Pink and blue wildflowers grew along the verge, just in front of shrubs in varying shades of green. The scent of honeysuckle drifted in the open window of the car.

 

Alarmed by noise, she pressed down on the Toyota’s brake pedal and scanned the area around her. Thick shrubbery limited visibility to only a few feet into their depths. The land rose above her on the right, but even when she bent her neck to look up the side of the hill, she could detect no sign of human presence. She hadn’t passed any parked vehicles recently, and only one had gone by in the other direction in the last ten minutes. The last house she’d seen was more than a mile back.

 

A second crack followed moments later. Hunters, maybe—an uneasy thought. Stray bullets from careless hunters killed people. Kristie slowed the car, although the frequent switchbacks on the steep, narrow mountain road already limited her speed.

 

She steered around the next tight curve, alert to the possibility of another shot. That attention probably saved the life of the man who darted out of the trees and dashed across the road directly ahead of her.

 

“Ohmigod.” She stomped on the brake. Thank heaven for anti-lock technology. The tires screeched on the pavement and almost lost traction.

 

The man stopped in the middle of the road and stared at her. His glance swung toward the trees from which he’d emerged, then back to her. What the hell was he doing? Did he have a death wish or was he just frozen by panic? He stood in the center of the highway, watching her bear down on him.

 

Her heart did somersaults as she struggled to control the Toyota. Fingers locked around the steering wheel and swung it, trying to avoid him. The man stood his ground, inviting her to hit him. It looked like she’d grant his wish. There wasn’t enough room left to stop. If she swerved sharply enough to miss him, she’d induce a skid that might take her off the road. The agonized squeal of tires on asphalt scraped her nerves raw. Her pulse hammered in her ears

 

At the last possible second, he jumped out of the way, diving to the side.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Karen McCullough is the author of more than a dozen published novels in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres and has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy. She’s also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, eight grandchildren and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years.

 

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Hell Ryders MC series by @JL_Sheppard #99cents #romance #TWRP


 

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Title: Running Wild, Hell Ryders MC #1

Author: J.L. Sheppard

Genre: Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

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Book Blurb:

When the perfect life Alyssa Holden planned turns out to be a life of lies, she runs to her brother, the only person she can trust. She has no idea she’s running straight into a world of badass bikers who live and ride by their own rules. One tatted rebel in particular calls to her wilder side, and while everything in her draws her toward him, every experience she’s had with men warns her away.

 

Jace Warren is doing what he’s done his whole life—trying to survive, making the best with what he’d been given. The only life that makes sense after the military is Hell Ryder’s Motorcycle Club, but the sweet innocence of his army buddy’s sister promises a different life, one a man like him can only dream of. Problem is, being his MC brother’s sister puts her off limits. Hard as it is, he keeps his distance. Then she kisses him, and all bets are off.

 

Excerpt:

A woman moaned.
Allie hadn’t meant to look, but unwillingly, she turned her head. The door wide open, so inevitably, she caught sight of them. She stood there seeing, yet unbelieving, frozen with her eyes glued to an image she’d never forget no matter how much she craved to.
Jace.
Shirtless sitting up on the edge of his bed, his head angled back, eyes closed, lips parted. A dark-haired woman draped over him, kissing his neck, her legs wrapped around him. Her black leather skirt hiked up to her waist, his hands cupping her bare ass.
Her heart clenched, squeezing in her chest so hard it hurt. Deep and searing her from the inside out.
Jesus.
How it hurt.
And she didn’t know why.
He wasn’t hers. He was a biker who couldn’t stand her. Single, free to screw however many scantily dressed women he wanted. Her brother warned her bikers did it often, and still somewhere deep inside, she held hope Jace was different. He wasn’t just a biker, he was the man who took his niece to dinner weekly, the man who’d roughed up her ex-fiancé, then held her while she cried.
It was more than that, too. She wanted to believe the man who affected her in a way no other man ever had, the man whose arms she’d felt safe in couldn’t be anything like her brother described.

 

 

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Title: Running Hot, Hell Ryders MC #2

Author: J.L. Sheppard

Genre: Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Thomas “Cuss” Layne has never wanted for anything, except the beautiful girl he saved so long ago. But she’s a rich girl, and he’s a biker. For years, he hasn’t had a glimpse of her. Still, he’s never been able to get her out of his mind. When her life’s in danger, he rides to her rescue once again. This time, he’s determined to do what he should’ve done long ago—make her his, in every possible way.

Tiffany Hamilton has never gotten over the bad boy with the sapphire eyes and midnight hair, the boy who once saved her. She wants him—a touch, a taste—but he’s never wanted anything to do with her. It’s past time to move on. When the sexy biker barges back into her life, saving her yet again and making demands, he makes it impossible to say no to his raw magnetism. She’ll finally have everything she’s dreamed of…but will it be enough?

 

 

Excerpt:

Movie wasn’t halfway done, and his girl had already passed out. Head on his shoulder, legs on the couch to her other side.

 

Smiling, he took a breath. Her head on his shoulder slipped lower. He wrapped an arm around her, turning toward her slightly until her head lay on his chest. Either he’d gotten good at doing that or she was a heavy sleeper. Probably the latter, not once when he carried her to bed had she woken.

 

She let out a small sigh and burrowed into him.

 

He loved that. She did it a lot, and every time she did it, it made him feel like he had the world in the palm of his hands. Maybe not his hands, but he definitely had the world sleeping against his chest.

 

His gaze slid from her face to her hair. He threaded his fingers through it. So soft. So thick. He spared a glance at the television and realized he missed an important plot point. Now, he was lost. Nothing new. He never paid much attention to the movie once she dozed off. He just sat there and watched her sleep. Often, he ran his hand through her hair like he was then. Every once in a while, he looked to the screen. And when he did, he remembered the movie would be over soon, and then, he’d have to force himself to stop staring at her, carry her to bed, and head home.

 

Worse part of the night, heading home.

 

He hated it, hated leaving her.

 

And still, it had to be done.

 

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J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in South Florida where she still lives with her husband and son.

 

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

 

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was published in January of 2013.

 

 

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#99Cents – Merit Badge Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry #books #cozycomedy #99c


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Title:  MERIT BADGE MURDER

Author:  Leslie Langtry

Genre:  Cozy Comedy

Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb: 

When CIA agent Merry Wrath is “accidently” outted, she’s forced her into early retirement, changes her appearance, and moves where no one will ever find her—Iowa. Instead of black bag drops in Bangkok, she now spends her time leading a young Girl Scout troop. But Merry’s new simple life turns not-so-simple when an enemy agent shows up dead at scout camp. Suddenly Merry is forced to deal with her former life in order to preserve her future one.

It doesn’t help matters that the CIA sends in her former, sexy handler to investigate…or that the hot new neighbor across the street turns out to be the local detective in charge of her case. And when Merry is forced to take on a roommate in the voluptuous form of a turned KGB agent/bimbo, things become trickier than wet work in Waukegan or cookie sales in the spring. Nothing in the CIA or Girl Scouts’ training manuals has prepared her for what comes next…

 

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1

 

It’s not every day you find Al Qaeda’s number four operative dead in a Girl Scout camp in Iowa.

 

The body was twisted unnaturally in the spider web element of the course that consisted of a large wood frame crisscrossed with elastic bungee cords.  Sadly, it was my troop’s favorite thing to do at camp. Now I had to disappoint them. I hated disappointing them.

 

A man hung there, in what had been his twenties, of Middle Eastern descent. The neck was clearly broken before he was placed in the ropes at Camp Singing Bird. He looked surprised to find himself here.  I’m sure the irony would be lost on him that in death, he really was surrounded by seventy-two virgins. Did it matter that they were grade schoolers, I wondered? Maybe that was just splitting hairs.

 

I would’ve been surprised too, had I not been through this kind of thing before. But I’d seen this stuff in Syria and Uzbekistan – not in the placid, wooded hills of eastern Iowa.

 

And my second grade troop was due at any minute. I was pretty sure I couldn’t pass this off as something adorable – like I had with the bats in Tinder Trails Cabin or the mice in the latrines. Troop Leader’s Helpful Hint #1 – if your Girl Scouts freak out upon meeting a bat/mouse/wolf spider for the first time – tell them it’s just a baby bat/mouse/wolf spider. Little girls are suckers for that and soon what was scary is ‘adorbs!’ – whatever that means.

 

I bent to take his pulse, just to make sure. Yup. He was dead. His glassy eyes were opened wide and his mouth hung open.  Dammit. I need this like I needed wet work in the slums of Rio.

 

The sounds of giggles and singing came from the trees just around the corner. Any minute the fourteen, seven and eight year old girls who called me their leader would appear. I was pretty sure I couldn’t convince them that this dead terrorist was a cute, dead baby terrorist. I pulled the parachute I was going to use for games later out of my backpack and threw it over the spider web.

 

“Mrs. Wrath!” The girls squealed in unison before tackling me in a sticky, group hug. Kelly, my co-leader, smirked at me. She could get away with smirking at me because she’s known me since we were six-year old scouts.

 

“Girls,” I gently pushed them away. “How many times do I need to tell you – it’s Ms. Wrath.  I’m not married.” Of course, I knew the answer to this question. Ad infinitum. Meaning, they’d always call me Mrs.  Any woman over the age of twenty-one in Iowa was ‘Mrs.’ Clearly it was me who didn’t get it.

 

“Mrs. Wrath?” The third Katelynn asked. Or was it the Kaitlin the Fourth? They all looked the same to me. And each one of them spelled their name a completely different way. Spy work had not prepared me for that.

 

“It’s Ms. Wrath, Katelynn.” I said with a smile. Leader Helpful Hint #2 – when talking to  little girls, always smile. They cry if you don’t. I’m not kidding. You don’t know real terror until you’ve stared at the watery eyes and rubbery bottom lip of a cute kid.

 

The second grader looked confused for a moment, which was to be expected. “Okay. Mrs. Wrath?” She asked again.

 

I sighed. “Yes, Katelynn?”

 

“Why is the parachute over the spider web? And why is it all lumpy?”

 

Kelly squinted at the parachute, eyebrows knit together. She’d probably figure it out, being a nurse and all.

 

“The spider web is out of commission, girls.” I announced, stepping between them and the dead man.

 

A chorus of complaints came from the little girls and I held up my right hand in the universal Girl Scout symbol for silence. They quieted down immediately. I once again, really wished I’d known about this trick when I was surrounded by Farc rebels in Colombia.

 

“Head on over to the Peanut Butter Pass – I think you’re old enough for that one now.” I said in a nice save worthy of someone of my caliber.

 

“YAY!” The girls exploded in shrieks and raced off to that element, leaving me in the dust.

 

Kelly narrowed her eyes. “They aren’t old enough for the Peanut Butter Pass.”

 

“You’d better get after them before they start scaling the rope, then. I’ll be there in a minute.” I shoved her in the direction of the squealing herd before she could respond. “We can’t leave them alone for a minute, you know.”

 

Kelly gave me a weird look, but took off after the troop. I turned back to the dead man in the parachute. It kind of looked like he was cocooned in the web – as if a giant spider had caught him, poisoned and wrapped him to save for later. If only that was what had really happened.

 

With a heavy sigh, I took out my cell phone to call the ranger. This was going to suck. You think the CIA is bad with paperwork? Langley has NOTHING on the Girl Scouts of America when it comes to filling out forms and accident reports in triplicate. Nothing.

 

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Leslie Langtry is the USA TODAY Bestselling author of the Merry Wrath Mysteries, the Greatest Hits Series, the Aloha Lagoon Ukulele Mysteries and Sex, Lies & Family vacations.

She is not, nor ever has been a former CIA agent or an assassin (a question that surprisingly comes up more than you’d think). She has been a Girl Scout Volunteer for 15 years and was a troop leader for 10 years – which gave her a wealth of material that she uses in her books.

Leslie lives in the Midwest with her family and assorted animals and has an unnatural obsession with cake. You can find out more about her and her books at http://www.leslielangtry.com .

 

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Gettin’ Hard (Single Ladies’ Travel Agency Book 1) by @carinawriter #romance #romanticcomedy


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Title: Gettin’ Hard (Single Ladies’ Travel Agency Book 1)

Author: Carina Wilder

Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Romantic Comedy

 

Book Blurb:

When Adriana heads to Paris on a trip to “get away from it all,” little does she realize what she’s in for. Before she’s even crossed the Atlantic she meets Conlon Davies, the handsome billionaire with abs of steel and a sharp tongue to match. But he’s just a distraction, right? Just a little hors d’oeuvre before the main course…

 

Conlon is a self-proclaimed bastard with no interest in commitment. Women are a game for him; one-night achievements intended to be disposable. That is, until Adriana walks into his life. For some reason he can’t get her out of his head, even though she’s bad news. She lives in another country, far from his Parisian home. So why the hell does he want her to stay so badly?

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This is the first in the Single Ladies’ Travel Agency series, stand-alone Contemporary Romance novels to take you to a faraway place and get your mind racing!

 

The second story in this series, GOING HARD, is set for release August 1st!

 

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“Okay, fine.” I sit up and lean in, ready to open my soul to her. “After the breakup it took me forever to get to the point where I feel strong enough to do something like this. I was stuck in a stifling relationship for far too long, and it sucked my spirit away. I want it back. It’s finally time to embrace my singleness. I want to be Independent Adriana, at least for a little.”

She pulls back and stares at me, her brown eyes sizing me up to make sure I haven’t been replaced by a pod person. “You’ve been single for over a year. You’re telling me you’re only embracing it now?” She looks dismayed as it hits her just how hard the last twelve months have been for me. That’s what happens with happy people; sometimes they don’t notice the ones suffering around them. But I can’t exactly hold it against her. She has her own life to think about and besides, it’s not like I reached out to help. I’m a silent sufferer, damn it.

“A year in which I’m fairly sure I reached the second coming of my virginity,” I reply. “But I’ve come to accept my aloneness, and I feel pretty good about it, actually. I’m really, truly content. Happy, even.”

“Well, good. I’m pissed off that Roger made you feel shitty for that long, though. That jerkass wasn’t worth suffering over.”

“Roger didn’t make me feel shitty. I made myself feel shitty. Look, you’re married—happily, I might add—and meanwhile I failed at the one long-term relationship I’ve ever had. It was a punch to my self esteem.”

“You didn’t fail. He failed you by being such a twat waffle. But back to the one year thing—has it really been that long since you got laid?” She looks like she’s trying to sort through one of the great mysteries of the universe. How the hell can a woman survive without sex for more than ten days in a row?

I nod, not sure whether to be ashamed or proud of my involuntary abstinence. “More than a year, actually. Roger and I didn’t exactly play hide le golf pencil for the last bit.”

“Well, your vagina has probably shrivelled into something that looks like a piece of dried fruit by now. Maybe a dirty romp with a French sausage is what you need.”

“My vagina is just fine, thank you.” I give her my best attempt at a snarl. “But this isn’t really about my naughty bits. It’s about me. I want to do something purely for myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that luxury.”

For a moment Jen’s face actually exhibits trace amounts of sympathy. This is what friends do—give you hell for your crazy decisions, then remember that they love you too much to be snarky for long.

“Fair enough,” she says. “Go to Paris and have a blast. You deserve it.”

I sit back in my seat and beam with satisfaction. She’s right.

I do.

“But there’s one thing I’m confused about,” she adds. Here it comes. “I thought you were looking for a new job? What happened to that plan?”

I bite my lip again. I do that when I’m nervous. “The search can wait a little while. Besides, I have another plan, one that I intend to set in motion while I’m in Paris.”

“Uh-huh.” Jen’s nodding, but her expression says What the hell are you up to?

“You know how my last job gave me a three-month severance because my boss was a douchebag with grabby hands and they didn’t want a sexual harassment lawsuit on their hands?”

“Yup, I’m all too familiar with Mr. Gropey and his penchant for ass-grabbery,” Jen replies, a flash of rage passing over her features. She and I have talked at length about my asshole former employer. Needless to say, she strongly encouraged my departure from the company where I worked as a woefully uninspired data entry specialist. Not only did I hate my job, but I hated that some days I was tempted to wear a sign that read:

My tits are not company property,

And my ass is not a hand-warmer.

“Well, that severance package gives me some time to ponder my next move. Plus…” Here it comes. The moment of truth. The greatest test our friendship has ever faced. Please, Jen, don’t snort-laugh at me. I muster every ounce of confidence that I have and look her in the eye. “I’ve been thinking, and I’ve decided I want to write a novel.”

“What?” The word shoots out of her like a bullet, her mouth dropping open for the hundredth time tonight. Everything I say is a shock to her system, poor woman. Well, at least she’s not snorting. Or laughing, for that matter.

“I have a degree in journalism and English Lit. I should be writing,” I tell her, determined to make her understand why I’d venture into a career that’s a massive financial risk, to put it mildly. “Writing is what I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Okay,” she says, placing her palms flat on the table. “Cool.”

I brace myself, ready to go on a tirade about how she should be more supportive, how this is my dream, how I want to be inspired by the romance of Paris, how…

Wait—was that it?

“Nothing?” I ask, dumbfounded. “No reaction?”

To my massive relief, her face lights up in the warmest smile I’ve ever seen. “Here’s my reaction: I want you to be happy. If writing makes you happy, you should do it. If going to Paris without your best friend makes you happy…”

“Ah ha! There’s the real issue at last,” I laugh. “You’re jealous as fuck.

“Of course I am. So jealous I could kill you.”

“That’s perfectly understandable. Just…do me one favour.”

“What?”

“Wait until after I get back to murder me, would you?”

 

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Author Biography:

Carina Wilder is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of the Wolf Rock Shifter series, Sought by the Alphas Serial, and the Billionaires and Curves Trilogy.

Ms. Wilder enjoys writing about strong, real (though admittedly occasionally able to shift, work magic, and seduce men with nothing more than their eyes and a blowtorch) women. Her heroines have attitude, flaws, insecurities, and bodies that aren’t manufactured in laboratories. She also loves traveling, which continues to influence her writing and story lines, which take readers everywhere from Cornwall to Paris to the Rocky Mountains. She writes paranormal, shifter, and contemporary romance – all with a sense of humour.

 

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A Most Unusual Princess by Award-Winning @KWilkinsauthor #romance #historicalromance


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Title: A Most Unusual Princess

 

Author’s Note: This is Book 1 of the Royal Desires Series. Although the books are connected, each story stands alone as an individual read.

 

Author: Kelli A. Wilkins

Genre: Historical/Fantasy Romance

 

Blurb:

A Most Unusual Princess

 

Princess Elara needs to find a royal husband, but claims that no man can satisfy her. Her father hires Dalton, a special guard, to watch over her while she’s courting suitors. Dalton finds her unusual behaviors charming—and enthralling.

 

Dalton’s aloof manner intrigues Elara, and despite their differences, they share tender moments and intimate nighttime encounters. Elara is heartbroken when her father chooses a “proper” husband for her—until she meets the mystery man.

 

Bonus! This e-book includes a sneak peek at the second book in the Royal Desires Series: A MOST INTRIGUING TEMPTATION.

 

Excerpt:

Dalton walked past her and entered her bedchamber. She stood in the doorway while he searched the wardrobes and looked under the bed. After last night’s fright, she was taking no chances.

 

“There’s nothing… a-ha! What’s this?” He pulled a white silk stocking out from under the bed and waved it in the air.

 

“Put that down.” She raced into the room and lunged for the stocking. Dalton held it over his head.

 

“Is this what a princess wears beneath her dress?”

 

“Give that to me.” She knocked him backward onto the bed and pounced on him.

 

“This would make a nice remembrance,” he said, keeping the stocking out of her reach.

 

“Beast!” She squirmed as they playfully struggled for the stocking. A moment later, Dalton turned his head and his lips brushed against hers.

 

She gasped. Dalton had stopped laughing and was staring up at her. She closed her eyes and felt his finger caress her cheek.

 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

 

The next thing she knew, Dalton’s mouth covered hers. The feel of his warm, moist lips sent a searing heat through her. After a few seconds of heaven, he pulled away.

 

“I should not have done that.”

 

She licked her lips. “I’m glad you did. It was nice.” Her heart hammered out of control, and her lower body throbbed. This was the feeling she was supposed to have when she met with her suitors. “Kiss me again.”

 

“With pleasure.”

 

Dalton curled his arms around her and pulled her down onto him. His mouth moved against hers, and fire flashed between her legs. She kissed him, tentatively at first, then with more passion as she was swept away by desire.

 

He slid his hands across her back and down to her buttocks. She moaned as he squeezed her through her dress. Was this what it felt like to have a man make love to her? Every night should be like this.

 

She ignored a faint rapping on the sitting room door. It was probably a lady-in-waiting coming to undress her for bed. She needed no help with her clothes tonight. Dalton was here, he could remove her dress and then…

 

“Elara?”

 

Dalton broke the kiss and bolted upright. “It’s your father!”

 

 

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

Her third gay romance, Four Days with Jack, was released in June 2017. Kelli’s trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was published in spring 2017.

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption was released in September 2016. This spicy historical western is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

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Not Through Loving You by @pat_preston Spotlight + #Giveaway! #romance


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Title: NOT THROUGH LOVING YOU

 

Author: Patricia Preston

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Publisher: Lyrical Press/Kensington Books

 

 

Blurb:

In the Southern town of Lafayette Falls, a new life brings together a woman with everything to lose and a doctor with everything to prove.

When a sickly infant is surrendered at the Lafayette Falls Medical Center, and orphaned soon after, pediatrician Aaron Kendall arranges to adopt him. After a painful divorce, the busy baby doc is about to realize his own dream of becoming a father when the baby’s beautiful estranged aunt turns up. She doesn’t exactly approve of the Kendall bachelor pad complete with Aaron’s cranky dad and wacky brother, forcing Aaron to form a risky alliance with her.

Country singer-songwriter Lia Montgomery barely knew her half-sister, but she’s determined her tiny nephew goes to a good home. If only she fit the bill herself, but her stressful life on the road is no place for a baby. Yet despite her misgivings, as she gets to know Aaron, she realizes the smart and sexy doctor is everything a child could want in a dad and more unsettling, everything she’s ever hoped for in a man. After all she’s put him through, is it too late to form a family and maybe put a song in the good doctor’s heart?

 

 

Excerpt:

Aaron looked across the table at his brother and for a moment, all the fear and heartache bottled up inside him exposed itself in his voice. “I can’t go through losing a son for the second time.”

 

Stevie’s brow netted in a worried frown as he sat up straight. “Okay.” He tented his fingers. “So you’ve gotta get tight with the girl.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Aaron continued to squash the aluminum can. “I have nothing in common with Lia Montgomery.”

 

“You have the baby,” Stevie pointed out. “I know that’s not what you want, but it is what it is. And you need to make the most of it. Bro, women are not that hard. Listen to me. You’ve got this chick whose sister just died so she’s got all this guilt and grief going on. And then there’s the sister’s sick little baby. Okay, so what’s Lia gonna do? I mean, she’s family. She’s gotta do something or she’s gonna feel like crap about herself.”

 

“Stevie—” Aaron tried to cut in.

 

“You’re going at this ass-backwards by trying to scare her off. How’s that working for you? Acting like a jerk? No wonder she wants the baby transferred.”

 

Aaron threw the ball of crushed aluminum at Stevie, who caught it. “Just putting the truth out there,” Stevie said. “Of course, I know why you’re an asshole, but she doesn’t.”

 

Aaron glared at his kid brother, but he didn’t say anything.

 

“You gotta put on your sad face. Like this.” Stevie’s face crumpled so that he looked on the verge of tears. “It works every time. I promise.” He grinned. “You need to say you’re sorry for how things went today. Keep on the sad face. Then you tell her you really could use some help because the baby doesn’t have any clothes.”

 

“What? He’s in an incubator. He doesn’t need clothes.”

 

“It’s not about the baby needing clothes. For chrissakes, do you know nothing about women? It’s about shopping. The magic word. Shopping,” Stevie reiterated. “Tell her you’d like for her to pick out some clothes for the baby and, hey, decorate the nursery, too. She’ll go wild. Shopping for baby stuff. That’s like mainlining heroin for women.

 

“Tell her you want her to pick out some toys, too. And then you go from sad face to hopeful face. Like a dog waiting for a treat. And you say that with her help, you think you can be the best dad ever. Bingo! You win! She’ll be thrilled because she’ll get to feel good about herself and she’s getting to help with the baby. You got her hook, line, and sinker.”

 

“That’s crazy.”

 

“What’s crazy is you sitting out here, covered in sweat, having a pity party about the past. You’re missing the opportunity of a lifetime if you know what I mean. Call her.”

 

“I can’t call her. I don’t have her number.”

 

“You didn’t get her number? Holy shit.” Stevie threw the ball of aluminum back at Aaron who caught it. “You know, that’s standard protocol.”

 

“Maybe,” Aaron replied. “But in this case, she’s not available.”

 

Stevie leaned forward. “Every chick is available if you play your cards right, bro.”

 

 

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Giveaway: 

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Author Biography: 

Award-winning author Patricia Preston writes mainstream humorous romance, historical romance and comedy. She is represented by the Seymour Agency. Her newest titles are part of a standalone series, Love Heals All, for Kensington Books/Lyrical Press imprint. She has several other e-book titles available including a historical romance, TO SAVE A LADY, set in the French Quarter during the Battle of New Orleans. She also has a comic short story anthology, DIXIE DARLINGS, available in print. Besides writing she loves music, photography, graphic design, and visiting her favorite historical locales including the French Quarter and the Natchez Trace.

 

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Meet Alpha Male JD Watson from Happily Ever After by @RuthACasie #romance #TuesdayBookBlog


 

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Hi, I’m JD Watson. Most of you know me as the love interest in Ruth A. Casie’s story, Happily Ever After. Ruth gave me quite a challenge. I’m the top selling author of the Jack Daniel series and enjoy writing my alpha hero. I use my initials because my agent didn’t think readers would buy my stories if they knew a man was writing romance. I’ve started a new series. It’s a collaborative effort with the brilliant Beth Alexander of NY Times and USA Today bestselling fame.

 

I fell in love with Beth’s character Jo Dee. She’s determined, witty, and smart. Jo Dee and her canine companion help the police solve crimes. A chance meeting made me realize Jo Dee had to be Beth’s alter ego. I bumped into her at industry events before I hit the lists and liked her more and more. One Christmas I had the opportunity to spend some time with her and knew she was special to me. She is smart, witty, and eventually I found out passionate. Yea, I’m a man in love.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Pen, paper and Beth are my idea of perfect happiness.

 

What is your current state of mind?

I’m glad the book Beth and I wrote is with our publisher and we can enjoy our vacation.

 

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

It’s not that I dislike it but my shoulders are wide and my waist and hips are narrow. Sometimes finding clothes is difficult. Beth tells me to take them off.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Beth is my greatest love. I’ve loved her for a long time and don’t plan to ever stop.

 

What is your most treasured possession?

My most treasured possession is the silver pen my father gave me when I published my first book. There were tears in his eyes and mine.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Beth knew me as Jarred. My lowest depth of misery was when I let me agent convince me not to tell Beth I was JD Watson. Beth attributed her fall off the bestseller’s list to JD. When I told her the truth and saw the hurt and anger in her eyes I hated myself more than she did.

 

What is your favorite occupation?

No contest. My favorite occupation is author.

 

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Title: Happily Ever After

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

From a fall from literary stardom to becoming the heroine in her own romance story, Beth Holmes has turned around her career and her love life. She owes it all to one very special person.

 

Jarred Watson has loved Beth since he read her first novel and suspected the heroine was the embodiment of the author. But the road to romance was fraught with pitfalls. He almost lost everything because of a conniving agent and a little white lie that got out of hand. At the eleventh hour, with honesty and hard work, their book sales are off the charts and a movie deal is in negotiations.

 

Interfering families and changed plans take their toll. Will they go their separate ways or will Holmes and Watson continue their literary collaboration and personal partnership in order to find their own happily ever after?

 

Excerpt:

“What have you found?” She pushed her research aside, more interested in what he had to say.

He put his pen down and sat back, his casual manner indicating he wasn’t in any hurry. A glint of humor lit his eyes, and an easy smile played at the corners of his mouth. The thrill of his obvious interest in her buoyed her spirits. Her smile broadened, it was the polite thing to do, although polite never entered her mind.

“Men tend to be task-oriented, not at all talkative. They’re more action oriented when it comes to dealing with emotions. Faced with a woman’s emotions, rather than listen, they try to fix it.”

That made her think. Visions of how her Detective Ryan reacted to Jo Dee ran through her mind. They weren’t in line with Jarred’s conclusion. Startled and intrigued by the revelation that Ryan’s reactions were more like those of a woman.

“Women, on the other hand,” she responded before he could say another word, “are intuitive, especially about the nonverbal cues like tone, emotion, and empathy. Because they’re good communicators they do well in groups, talk through the issues, and focus on how to create solutions that work for the group. You’re right. When men are faced with a woman’s emotion, they go right for the solution. But solutions are the last thing she wants. A woman wants comfort, cuddling, and empathy.”

“Interesting.” He chuckled. “Men are not known for their empathy.” He brought his chair closer to hers. “Like stress,” he said. “Under stress, men exhibit the “fight or flight” response.”

Beth nodded. She hadn’t considered the differences in gender reactions in that context. “Women don’t think fight or flight, at least not initially. Under stress they work to protect the group. It has to do with protecting the young and seeing to the family unit. They also think very differently about sex.”

A sly smile brightened his face. She wanted to slam her hand over her mouth.

“They do?” He dropped his voice to a low raspy whisper and sent chills, the good kind, up her back and to other places.

“For a woman, sex starts in their head, not necessarily between her legs.” Shit. Her face was so hot she was going to go up in flames. Jeez, that’s what Jo Dee would say, definitely not Beth Alexander.

“Oh really?” If she thought his soft, male mellow voice or his smoldering stare couldn’t get any sexier, she got that totally wrong.

“I’m a romance writer. I write about relationships and emotions,” she replied.

“And sex,” he added. Was he extending an invitation? She wasn’t a loose woman, but she was more than tempted to say yes. And that was her notion, not Jo Dee’s.

 

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Author Biography:
RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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8 women – 8 motives to kill: Too Many Women in the Room by @JoanneGuidoccio #cozymystery #TWRP


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Title:                Too Many Women in the Room

 

Author:           Joanne Guidoccio

 

Genre:             Cozy Mystery

 

Publisher:        The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Giveaway:

 

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Blurb:

When Gilda Greco invites her closest friends to a VIP dinner, she plans to share David Korba’s signature dishes and launch their joint venture— Xenia, an innovative Greek restaurant near Sudbury, Ontario. Unknown to Gilda, David has also invited Michael Taylor, a lecherous photographer who has throughout the past three decades managed to annoy all the women in the room. One woman follows Michael to a deserted field for his midnight run and stabs him in the jugular.

Gilda’s life is awash with complications as she wrestles with a certain detective’s commitment issues and growing doubts about her risky investment in Xenia. Frustrated, Gilda launches her own investigation and uncovers decades-old secrets and resentments that have festered until they explode into untimely death. Can Gilda outwit a killer bent on killing again?

 

Excerpt:

 

Carlo’s hand caressed my thigh. More sex. The man could be insatiable. And it had been almost two weeks since our last romp. We started to kiss and then his cell phone vibrated.

Carlo groaned as he leaned over and picked up the phone. He sat up, his back to me. “What’s happened?” he barked. Carlo’s shoulders tensed. A long sigh and then his terse words. “Clear the perimeter, stat.”

Clear the perimeter. My heart beat faster as I recalled the last time I had heard those dreaded words. It could mean only one thing. Another murder. Two murders in less than twenty-hours. What were the chances of that happening in Sudbury? At the Christmas party, the police chief had bragged about one of the lowest murder rates in Canada during the past twelve months.

I swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?”

Carlo turned and gave me a long glance. “Andrew Frattini was found dead in the alleyway behind the ReCareering office.”

The nightmare couldn’t be starting again. This time with different players but still with the same intent. To pin the murder on me. But that strategy wouldn’t work. I had an iron-clad alibi no one could refute.

Carlo dressed quickly. He picked up his phone and then turned toward me. “Stay clear of this, Gilda.”

“How can I ignore it?” I said as I felt myself tearing up. “Someone’s trying to frame me again.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “Well, they didn’t succeed, did they?”

 

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Author Biography:

In 2008, Joanne took advantage of early retirement and decided to launch a second career that would tap into her creative side and utilize her well-honed organizational skills. Slowly, a writing practice emerged. Her articles and book reviews were published in newspapers, magazines, and online. When she tried her hand at fiction, she made reinvention a recurring theme in her novels and short stories. A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America, Joanne writes cozy mysteries, paranormal romance, and inspirational literature from her home base of Guelph, Ontario.

 

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Curl Up With Cass From Undone by @LiviaQuinn This Summer! #romance #beachreads #IARTG #ASMSG


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Is it hot where you are? Do you have a trip to the beach planned this summer?

 

When I was a kid our favorite beach spot was Ocean City, Maryland. I remember sitting on the bottom when the tide went out with the water up to my shoulders and tiny gentle waves washing toward me. I’ve tried to recreate that effect in my adult life. It was such a serene relaxing experience.

 

These days, I live on the bayou with alligators and such so getting in the water isn’t as enticing an experience. But one thing I remember was packing my beach bag with books, a beach towel and sunscreen so I could stretch out and wile away the hours with a great book.

 

If you like a great spicy love story, you might like to pack Undone, my sexy romantic adventure in your book bag or on your e-reader. I fell in love with Cass McKay, the sexy Aussie gem hunter when I first met him. And I fell in love with his picture on the cover even though it didn’t show his face. I’ve never considered redoing the cover because well, it’s just so Cass. I hope you love him, too. It’s available on all retailers.

 

Undone

 

Title   Undone

Author  Livia Quinn

Genre Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb

When Aussie gem hunter Cass McKay appears unexpectedly on Elektra’s design shop doorway, her reasons for sending him away a year ago become…complicated, their passion for each other and her dark secret, intricately entwined. The truth will put their love and lives in danger.

 

One year ago, on the eve of Carnival, Elektra broke their engagement after the “Blood” opal was stolen from them. No one steals from Cass, especially not when it cost him the woman he loves.

 

Elektra’s reason for breaking their engagement has now come back to bite her. Cass intends to return to Brazil, putting himself in danger to retrieve her opal, in hopes that Elektra will give their relationship another chance.

 

Staying out of Cass’ bed isn’t an option if she’s going to keep him safe, but coming clean might make things worse. Elektra is walking a tightrope between desire and deceit, and the truth will endanger not only their love, but their lives.

 

 

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A low animal growl sounded from deep in his chest as he halted, still deep within her, his chest heaving in agonizing uneven breaths. In a single fluid motion, he levered himself off of her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Oh my God, what was happening to them? Agony clamped down on her heart. How could she make this right? Shoulders slumped; he held his shaking hands in front of his face as if he didn’t recognize them as his own. “I’m sorry,” He whispered raggedly.

“Cass—”

Cass held up an unsteady hand. He only had a few words left and he wanted to get them said. He wiped his hand over his face, disgusted. Looking down he saw the rose petals crushed and broken beneath his feet. Like his heart.

He’d done it again; he’d given up his self-respect to this woman who only wanted him for sex and a piece of glorified rock. And this time he’d forced himself on her in an act not entirely of love.

It was over.

He placed his fingers on her chin and waited until she returned his gaze. “When are you going to figure out that you became the successful, intelligent, creative woman you are, despite that sonofabitch of a father? You might flash the Blood in your father’s face, but you’ll only be disappointed if you think it will make him respect you.”

“No, I—”

He pulled his pants on, his shoulders hunched, shook his head. When he turned to her, she ached at the pain and defeat in his eyes.

“You’re terrified of relying on someone, on me— trusting me.”

She couldn’t speak because what he said was true. At least it had been— once.

He stroked her cheek, a slight tremor in his fingers then his hand dropped to his side, “You’re breaking my heart, sheila.”

He walked to the door, said quietly, “Whatever it takes, I’ll get your opal. Then maybe I can move on.”

“But—” he’d tuned her out.

“I won’t touch you again.” As if all his energy had been drained, he rested his forehead against the hard wood. “I have to try to move on.”

Then he was gone.

 

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D.C. native, Livia Quinn, now lives and writes by the bayou in Louisiana. She’s written ten books in her Storm Lake series, both paranormal and contemporary romance. While working as a plant manager, computer trainer, mail lady, professional singer, and small business owner she has stocked her brain full of great characters and fodder for her stories, and she can’t wait to share them with her readers.

 

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Don’t Look Back by Vicki Tharp @vwtharp #romanticsuspense #books


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Title: Don’t Look Back

Author: Vicki Tharp

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

Ridley Meyer’s latest murder left him unsatisfied, but the spitfire with the U-haul may provide just the challenge he craves.

 

 

Veterinarian Audrey West is running out of time, yet she is determined to keep her inherited home out of foreclosure. With no more than a dream, a prayer, and a packed U-Haul, West moves back home to complete the expensive repairs. Just when Audrey thinks she might pull off the impossible, she finds her dream is not the only thing being followed.

 

 

Scott Romero has it all—money, ambition and a growing reputation as the city’s top veterinary surgeon. However, when his best friend Audrey is abducted by a killer, Scott realizes what he doesn’t have and he must risk losing his job, and his life, to save her.

 

 

Don’t Look Back was a 2007 Romantic Suspense finalist in the Romance Writer’s of America Golden Heart writing contest.

 

 

Excerpt:

He leaned in to scrutinize his work. “Let me see.”

 

She turned toward him.

 

He pushed her hand out of the way. He poked. He prodded. He pressed. “I did Doctor Frankenstein proud. Maybe my step-mother was right. I should’ve been a real doctor. At least I wouldn’t have risked my veterinary license stitching you up.”

 

“I don’t—”

 

“I know. I know. You don’t like hospitals.”

 

“It’ll take more than a little thump to get me in one again.”

 

“Little thumps don’t require stitches. Little thumps don’t give you a concussion. And little thumps don’t get you almost killed.”

 

“Not this again.”

 

“Yes. This again.”

 

He raised his hands and took a step back. “Do me a favor.”

 

“What’s that?”

 

“The next time one of your clients waves a gun around, stay out of the way.”

 

“What in the purple hell did you expect me to do? Let her kill herself?”

 

“You should’ve gone for help.”

 

“Ms. Sims wasn’t trying to hurt me. Her dog, her baby, dropped dead. She was distraught, disturbed. If I hadn’t nosedived into the bench grabbing for the gun, I doubt I’d’ve had a scratch on me.” Audrey squeezed her head to keep it from exploding.

 

“You’re not Superwoman. Bullets won’t bounce off you.”

 

She didn’t have the energy for this. “Finished?”

 

“Not hardly.” Scott tilted his head and gave her that sexy half-smile. That devilish smile. That maddening smile the lucky few had followed to his bed.

 

It was too painful to think about, and not just because of her headache, so she pushed it from her mind. “Thanks for letting me crash at your place last night. And for stitching me up.”

 

She’d stuffed everything she owned into her truck and U-Haul trailer. That wasn’t saying much since the truck and trailer were small.

 

“Staying at a hotel by yourself with a concussion wasn’t and option. As for the other, I don’t know how you talked me into it. You’ll probably have a scar.”

 

“Not a problem as long as your malpractice is paid.”

 

A laugh rumbled his chest, but the smile quickly slid from his lips. “You should stay a day or two. Make sure you’re really okay.”

 

Audrey scooched back and propped herself up against the leather headboard. Her brain protested behind the fireworks and the nine-piece drumline. “I’ve only got thirty days to finish the repairs on my uncle’s house. I have to leave today. I’ll call you from the road, let you know I haven’t bled out into my head.”

 

“Not funny.” Scott frowned but kept her gaze. “I’m due at the animal hospital at seven. I’m going to miss having you around. Guess I can’t talk you into staying for good, huh?”

 

“What?” Her voice jumped two octaves. “Who’s the one who stood in my kitchen two weeks ago and told me I should go? ‘This is your last chance to make good on your promise to your uncle,’ you said. ‘Take a chance on your dream,’ you said. Don’t even—”

 

“Down, girl.” Scott eased her back into the pillows with a hand on her shoulder.

 

Thank God. Hells-bells clanged in her head.

 

“Forget I said anything. At least sleep for a few more hours and then head out. You don’t look so hot.”

 

No kidding.

 

He patted her leg and by the way he didn’t get up to leave, she knew he wanted to say more, but he wasn’t any better at goodbyes than she was. Then Scott braced his hands on either side of her head, and planted a quick kiss on her nose. Like an adult to a child.

 

It might have hurt less if he’d eviscerated her with a spork.

 

She was leaving Texas. This morning. For good.

 

She snagged his tie. “If that’s the best you can do, Romero, it’s no wonder your girlfriends leave you.”

 

Why had she baited him? He couldn’t refuse a challenge, any more than a dachshund could refuse table scraps.

 

Was her mind muddled from the concussion? Or was she finally thinking clearly? One kiss. That’s all she wanted.

 

Like a lover, not a friend. Stupid. He’d locked her in the friend-zone years ago.

 

Except for the night of her high school graduation.

 

And two weeks ago when he’d convinced her she should leave.

 

The look in his eyes was the same now as then. Want, need, hunger.

 

Hand over hand she pulled him down. His lips brushed hers. Her breath caught. She blamed the

concussion. Her hands trembled. She blamed the pain. Her heart hurt. She blamed herself.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepened the kiss, tasted the coffee on his tongue, smelled the subtle tang of surgical scrub that never quite left his skin. She tilted her head, and he nipped her lips, traced the line of her jaw and down to her pounding pulse at the base of her neck. She guided him on top of her, his weight braced on his arms, but she drew him down until his full weight pinned her.

 

She floated.

 

No fears, no worries, no will power.

 

No wondering if she should stop or if she could stop – because she didn’t want to stop.

 

 

 

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Author Biography:

Born with a love for animals, author Vicki Tharp pursued a career as a veterinarian, graduating from the Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine in 1992. Always an avid reader of mystery and suspense, she combined her interests into her first book entitled “Don’t Look Back”.

 

She makes her home in south Texas with her husband, two children and pets too numerous to mention.

 

Don’t Look Back was a 2007 Romantic Suspense finalist in the Romance Writer’s of America Golden Heart writing contest.

 

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#FREEBIE Alert: A Guardian Falls by @Rtranbooks #books #fantasy #IARTG #IAN1


A Guardian Falls

Title:  A Guardian Falls

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Fantasy

Book Blurb:

All looks bleak when Mara is forced to return home after her love’s brush with death. She only has one magical artifact and the army seems out of reach. The consequences should she fail or even succeed finally set in and Mara has doubts about everything.  There will be a war of blades and magic with Mara at the center, but Mara wonders if she has the strength to survive.

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In the dim morning light, Mara heard voices in the distance too faint to understand. Bishop shifted below her, anxious for the coming battle. Mara pulled her cloak tighter against the chill air and damp drizzle as she waited for news of Laran’s army. A few of the horses behind her snorted their dislike of Drake’s swift approach.

“It’s just as we thought. Half his troops went south in an attempt to flank us and back us into the mountains, but the remainder are coming head on. It shouldn’t be long now. Is the shield in place?” Drake asked, looking off to the horizon.

“It has been since first light. Its constant hum is driving me crazy. Every fiber in my body longs to bring it down,” she informed him.

“You’ll be distracted soon enough,” Drake assured her.

Mara gave a forced smile. “I only want one man’s life. It’s a shame so many will have to die defending him.”

“I’m sure he’s saying the same thing.”

“He’s not on the battlefield. He’s locked away in the castle somewhere. I can feel it,” she spat annoyed at his cowardice. She looked to Drake. “How was Kess?”

“Worried about you. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other tonight,” Drake promised.

Mara looked up when a spell crashed into the shield above. Unsure of what was going on, Bishop sidestepped. Mara calmed him and he didn’t move when another spell crashed into the shield. Flames licked the shield overhead but rolled off like water on oiled canvas.

“What are they up to?” Drake asked, looking up as well.

“My guess is they’re trying to bring down the shield so they can kill us with magic.”

Drake gave her a weary look. He was all too familiar with magic. “Are you sure this will hold?”

“No, but it was created by magic far stronger than any they have,” Mara replied as blue lightning crackled over the shield’s surface. “They’re getting closer.”

Arrows darkened the sky in the distance. “The battle’s begun,” Drake said menacingly. He drew his sword with a mischievous grin and kicked his horse into a run. “See you tonight,” he called as he rode off. Mara drew a short sword and kicked Bishop into a run. The other men were at his heels. Everyone was eager to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner it would end.

Mara reined Bishop into a throng of men ahead of her. He eagerly rushed in and pushed men out of his way. She swung down on an enemy soldier successfully severing an artery. Blood sprayed out as he fell to the ground. She caught another squarely in the chest knocking him backwards. She barely had time to pull out her axe before he fell. Mara cut off a man’s hand as he raised it to swing at one of her soldiers.

As Mara pressed forward, a man lunged into her path. She instantly threw her axe and struck him in the chest. Mara heard the crunch of bone when it hit and the man sank to his knees gasping for air. Three men caught her by surprise and rushed toward her with the intent of dragging her off her horse. Mara wouldn’t have time to go around them.

Bishop, on the other hand, saw them and stopped suddenly. Rearing up, he kicked one man in the head on the way up and another in the chest on the way down. Mara formed a blue ball of flame and held it in her hand waiting to hurl it at the third when she landed. His eyes went wide when he saw the ball headed towards him.

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Author Biography: R. Tran is a first-time author who started writing as therapy after losing her father at 16. Her first manuscript was finished 4 years later, but sat around for years gathering dust before she had the courage to let someone read it. Sixteen years and many revisions later, what began as therapy is now a published novel.
Twenty years after her father’s death she has a husband, two children, and a dog he never met.

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#ReleaseDay + #Giveaway — Happily Ever After by USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie #romance #books


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Title: Happily Ever After

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

From a fall from literary stardom to becoming the heroine in her own romance story, Beth Holmes has turned around her career and her love life. She owes it all to one very special person.

Jarred Watson has loved Beth since he read her first novel and suspected the heroine was the embodiment of the author. But the road to romance was fraught with pitfalls. He almost lost everything because of a conniving agent and a little white lie that got out of hand. At the eleventh hour, with honesty and hard work, their book sales are off the charts and a movie deal is in negotiations.

Interfering families and changed plans take their toll. Will they go their separate ways or will Holmes and Watson continue their literary collaboration and personal partnership in order to find their own happily ever after?

 

Excerpt:

“What have you found?” She pushed her research aside, more interested in what he had to say.

He put his pen down and sat back, his casual manner indicating he wasn’t in any hurry. A glint of humor lit his eyes, and an easy smile played at the corners of his mouth. The thrill of his obvious interest in her buoyed her spirits. Her smile broadened, it was the polite thing to do, although polite never entered her mind.

“Men tend to be task-oriented, not at all talkative. They’re more action oriented when it comes to dealing with emotions. Faced with a woman’s emotions, rather than listen, they try to fix it.”

That made her think. Visions of how her Detective Ryan reacted to Jo Dee ran through her mind. They weren’t in line with Jarred’s conclusion. Startled and intrigued by the revelation that Ryan’s reactions were more like those of a woman.

“Women, on the other hand,” she responded before he could say another word, “are intuitive, especially about the nonverbal cues like tone, emotion, and empathy. Because they’re good communicators they do well in groups, talk through the issues, and focus on how to create solutions that work for the group. You’re right. When men are faced with a woman’s emotion, they go right for the solution. But solutions are the last thing she wants. A woman wants comfort, cuddling, and empathy.”

“Interesting.” He chuckled. “Men are not known for their empathy.” He brought his chair closer to hers. “Like stress,” he said. “Under stress, men exhibit the “fight or flight” response.”

Beth nodded. She hadn’t considered the differences in gender reactions in that context. “Women don’t think fight or flight, at least not initially. Under stress they work to protect the group. It has to do with protecting the young and seeing to the family unit. They also think very differently about sex.”

A sly smile brightened his face. She wanted to slam her hand over her mouth.

“They do?” He dropped his voice to a low raspy whisper and sent chills, the good kind, up her back and to other places.

“For a woman, sex starts in their head, not necessarily between her legs.” Shit. Her face was so hot she was going to go up in flames. Jeez, that’s what Jo Dee would say, definitely not Beth Alexander.

“Oh really?” If she thought his soft, male mellow voice or his smoldering stare couldn’t get any sexier, she got that totally wrong.

“I’m a romance writer. I write about relationships and emotions,” she replied.

“And sex,” he added. Was he extending an invitation? She wasn’t a loose woman, but she was more than tempted to say yes. And that was her notion, not Jo Dee’s.

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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Will their passion ignite or will they stay… Just Friends by @AuthorStacyGold #romance #TWRP


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Title  Just Friends

Author Stacy Gold

Genre Contemporary Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

Taya Monroe is trying to pick up the pieces of her failed writing career and broken life after walking out on her cheating fiancé. The last thing she needs is a serious relationship. The last thing she wants is a fling. Then she runs into an old friend and ski partner—the one man she always wanted who never wanted her.

 

 

Ski Patroller Jordan Wiley is a single dad with zero time or energy for dating. When he reconnects with Taya, his attraction to her is even stronger than before she left him behind for a career in the city. But with a young son to think about, he’s determined to ignore his feelings. Again.

 

 

After a magical day on the slopes, a snow storm traps them in an avalanche of chemistry neither can deny. Will their friendship survive the weight of their passion or will they surface as more than friends?

 

 

Excerpt

“Monroe.”

 

My last name floated over the buzz of chair lifts and chatting skiers, but I ignored it. Monroe was a common name. And I didn’t know anyone in Washington.

 

I shifted on my knees, gripped the lever, and yanked again. Nothing moved. With a growl, I yanked harder. The lever broke free with a pop. I rocked back on my heels and snapped the seats into place.

 

“Taya Monroe.”

 

This time the voice pulled me upright so fast I whacked my head on the padded ceiling. Monroe might be a common name, but I’d never met another Taya.

 

I backed out of the hatch, planted my feet in the snow, and looked around the small, almost empty emergency parking lot. A tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a black helmet, mirrored goggles, and a red ski-patrol jacket stood near the entrance to the old, wooden first aid shack. I couldn’t see his eyes but I could’ve sworn he was staring at me. My hands dropped to my sides as I strained to identify him.

 

“Don’t you recognize me? I’m hurt.”

 

A familiar shiver ran down my spine. That deep, smooth voice. That sensual mouth curving into an impish grin. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention, almost quivering.

 

Jordan Wiley.

 

A ball of excitement bloomed in the pit of my stomach. “Jordan!”

 

I made it all of two steps before his long legs brought him close enough to sweep me into a spinning hug, the heavy weight of my ski boots flying behind me. His strong arms engulfed me. I melted into him, heat fusing us together through our jackets and layers. As my boots crunched on the snow-covered ground, frigid air filled the space where his body had been.

 

Jordan kept his left arm draped over my shoulders and squeezed me close, making up for the sudden separation of our torsos. My right arm twined around his waist. When he pulled his goggles up onto his helmet the full force gaze of his warm brown eyes washed over me, and my knees went weak.

 

“What are you doing here?” My brain struggled to process the sudden reappearance of my old friend in my life, while my body reacted the same way it always did around Jordan—inappropriately.

 

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Author Biography

Compulsive tea drinker.  Outdoor sports junkie. Lover of good (and bad) puns.

 

Stacy Gold gave up her day job as Communications Director of a non-profit mountain biking organization to write sassy, steamy, contemporary romance novels. Her stories are packed with strong, independent women finding love and adventure in the great outdoors. When Stacy’s not busy reading or writing, you can find her dancing, laughing, or playing hard in the mountains with her wonderful hubby and happy dog.

 

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More Beginnings by Iris Blobel @_Iris_B Book Spotlight #romance #MFRWAuthor



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by Iris Blobel

 

 
 
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Zach Taylor, an escort in Sydney, living in Hobart, enlists the help of Natasha Peterson when his teenage friend, Mia, runs away. He soon finds out that the ‘dragon’ is really more of a kitten. And although Natasha, Mia’s teacher, is attracted to him as well, she has her own problems to deal with, not to mention her initial reaction to Zach’s occupation.



Will Zach’s job keep him from a chance to be with Natasha?

Life is good for teenager Mia Levesque. But when Darren Schuster shows up in Hobart, she knows something is up once Sophie and Mark cut their weekend away short and rush home in the middle of the night. When Sophie won’t answer Mia’s questions, emotions run high, and Zach confirms Darren’s identity to Mia. Disappointed, angry, and feeling alone, Mia runs away.

Will life settle back into a routine for Mia once she finds out about the stranger in her life?

New Beginnings have given the Levesque girls a new start in life, will More Beginnings be another chance for them?

 
♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥
Zach Taylor’s young neighbour, Mia, let out a long sigh as she joined him on his front porch and sat next to him on the swing. Enjoying a cool lemonade, he invited her to grab a soft drink from the fridge as well. It was a warm summer day, and the air showed no sign of cooling down. A lot of people in Hobart were weary of the unusual hot spell for
the very southern Australian city.
With another hefty sigh, Mia raked through her long, blond hair and stared into the distance. “Honestly, Zach, she’s a dragon. I’m sure she does it on purpose. She doesn’t like me. She thinks I’m spoilt.”
The dragon in question was Miss Peterson, Mia’s high school English teacher. There was no doubt that Mia liked school, and she enjoyed her classes. And even though English wasn’t her worst subject, it certainly was the toughest one, with Miss Peterson piling on
homework one after the other.
Zach took a sip of his drink before he replied, “Hey, pumpkin, settle down. What’s that supposed to mean you’re ‘spoilt’?”
She lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. “You know!”
Raising his brows, he replied, “Actually I don’t know! Isn’t she Sophie’s good friend?”
Another shrug. “Kind of, I suppose. They used to do the boxing stuff together, and since Soph’s carrying a baby, they go and enjoy coffee and cake instead every once in a while.”
Ignoring his chuckle, she went inside and helped herself to cold lemonade. She opened the can with a simple click as she returned outside and took a long sip.
 
 
♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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