* RELAUNCH! * The Vampire of Blackpool by @SpookyMrsGreen #paranormal #ASMSG #books


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*RELAUNCH!* The Vampire of Blackpool by Catherine Green

 

British paranormal romance author Catherine Green has taken a break from her Redcliffe novels series set in Cornwall, and has launched her brand new novel, The Vampire of Blackpool. A contemporary English Gothic story, it tells the tale of vampire Meredith Hanson, her love interest Samantha Morris, and her rival, the vampire hunter Ryan James. The novel is strictly for an adult audience, and Catherine’s vampires do not sparkle!

 

 

The vampire, the witch, and the hunter battle it out in a contemporary Gothic adventure in Northern England.

 

Meredith Hanson lives in Blackpool, the former Victorian holiday hotspot of Northern England. She masquerades as a reclusive author, feeding on the blood of unsuspecting tourists without remorse. Her life takes on new meaning when she meets a young witch in a local pub one evening. Despite Meredith’s cold demeanour, she finds herself oddly fascinated with Samantha Morris, and falls into an accidental relationship with the girl. It is at this time that a vampire hunter arrives in Blackpool. He is tough, he is determined, and his next target is an ancient vampire that has been spotted in the tourist town. He intends to bring her down and destroy her to save the lives of innocent humans. Will he succeed? Or will the experienced vampire seductress be the cause of his undoing?

 

The Vampire of Blackpool is available to order in paperback and eBook formats via Catherine’s website www.catherinegreenauthor.blogspot.com or you can find it in Amazon and other eBook stores.

 

About the Author

Author of British paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her contemporary stories.

 

 

If you sign up to Catherine’s newsletter, she will send you a free copy of her Redcliffe short story, It’s Complicated, to introduce you to her fictional supernatural seaside town in Cornwall, England.

 

You can find Catherine in the following places:

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

Author blog: http://www.catherinegreenauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter page: https://twitter.com/SpookyMrsGreen

Personal Blog: http://spookymrsgreen.com/

 

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Believe in Christmas Magic Again – Karibou Magic by Anna Sugg @bakerbooknews #romance


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Title:  Karibou Magic

Author:  Anna Sugg

Genre:  Fantasy Romance Christmas

Publisher:  Canyonland Press

 

Book Blurb:

An old veterinarian brings Christmas magic back into her life with his special reindeer. Will his handsome son shatter that belief?

 

Christmas is magic. At least that’s what Eva Mars Bowman thought until that tragic night. Running from her past, she accepts a job with an old veterinarian in a small town in Wyoming. With Doc’s help and his magical reindeer, she has a reason to believe in Christmas magic once again.

 

Her newly found Christmas magic shatters. Doc’s estranged son, Trebek Nickolas, returns with plans to change all that his father has built, including getting rid of the reindeer.

 

Compared to his father, Trebek is cold-hearted and wants nothing to do with Christmas? Can she convince him that forgiving and loving will bring back the Christmas magic he knew as a child? Will Christmas magic be stripped away from her life again, forever?

 

Giveaway:

Enter to win one of three ebook copies of Karibou Magic by visiting my website and signing up for my newsletter (http://judybakerauthor.com) or join me on my blog (http://judyswriting.blogspot.com).

 

If you already receive my newsletter or have joined my blog, just email me that you’d like to have your name in the hat for a free copy of Karibou Magic.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Frankly, I can’t figure you women out at all.”

 

Mars giggled.

 

Cute giggle. First time he’d heard her giggle. Everything about her was cute, adorable and sexy, even without any sleep and no makeup on, she was a beautiful woman.

 

Several minutes and two pieces of toasts later, he leaned back in his chair, and said, “Can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“How old would your daughter be now?”

 

He watched her circle her long slim fingers around the mug, staring into the black liquid. Guilt gripped his gut. “I’m sorry, it was a cruel thing to ask.”

 

“No, I don’t mind. I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately…since Doc brought James home.” She stared off in the distance. “Lily would be sixteen next month, close to James’ age.”

 

Reaching over the table, Trebek took her hand and gave her a little comforting squeeze. He didn’t realize what he’d actually done until she looked at their hands.

 

Her shy grin shook his senses. Clearing his throat, he stood, “We better get back to the room.”

 

Strolling toward the elevator, his mind went blank. He punched the elevator button. Mars stepped inside, faced him, and touched his arm.

 

“You know Trebek, I didn’t think I liked you at first.”

 

His bewildered frowned swung to her. “Why?” Then, holding up his hand, he shook his head. “No, don’t answer…I know why.”

 

He grinned at her. “I can’t remember the last time a woman called me a jerk and an idiot in the span of thirty seconds.”

 

Mars shrugged, gritted her teeth, and said, “I did?”

 

“You did. And, you didn’t stop there, you said I was cold-hearted jerk‒”

 

“I did?”

 

“You did.” He chuckled, unable to take his eyes from her full lips.

 

She laughed.

 

The second their eyes linked, a beguiling magic consumed him, helpless to squelch the longing he felt for her. Positive she swayed forward, his arms circled her, closing the space between them.

 

Breath to breath with her, he softly brushed her lips, then gently pressed his lips to hers, pulling her closer. An unexpected chemical reaction ignited within him, demanding a response from her.

 

Gradually she responded, surrendering to his deep passionate kiss, shaking him.

 

Abruptly, he pulled away, alarmed. Quickly, he threw his hand up, nervously scratching the back of his head. What was he doing?

 

The elevator door opened. He waited for her to step out and without looking at her, said, “I have to call my office.” Though he wanted to run, to flee from her presence, he forced his feet to move at a casual pace.

 

Stomping out into the cold December day, he took in a deep breath.

 

What just happened? He made a pass at his dad’s girlfriend…you are an idiot. Guilt enflamed his guts. Why would he ever make a pass at his dad’s girlfriend? His jaws clenched. He wanted her, more than he wanted any woman he’d met since Jean died. What was wrong with him? Mars belonged to his dad.

 

 

Buy Links:  https://www.amazon.com/Karibou-Magic-Anna-Sugg-ebook/dp/B0723GVPHX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1502062203&sr=8-1&keywords=karibou+magic

 

Judy Baker Anna Sugg

 

Author Biography: 

Judy Baker writing as Anna Sugg is an author of historical western romances/contemporary romance novels, and fantasy romance. She’s been involved in many writing groups including National RWA, Utah RWA, and the Music City Romance writers of America in Nashville, Tennessee. She has presented a beginners writing class during the National RWA, Florida Conference, and taught classes for adult writers with the West Jordan Community Education District. She and author Mary Martinez has presented workshops in Writing Series for conferences.

 

Baker grew up in Tennessee, but has lived much of her life in the west. Moving to Nevada to teach school, she was compelled to write the stories that filled her head. She now lives in Utah with her husband, Brett and three furry kids: Stanley, a Lakeland terrier; Charlie Daniel, an Airedale terrier; Bruce, an eighteen-pound cat.

 

When not writing, she enjoys RVing with her family, stargazing through one of her many telescopes, digging in her wildflower garden, and she’s an avid fan of coffee, tea and the ocean.

 

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A Guardian Falls by @Rtranbooks is #EpicFantasy Filled with Action and Magic! #IAN1 #books


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Title: A Guardian Falls

Author: R Tran

Genre: Epic 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.

 

Excerpt:

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.

 

Buy Links:

The author is running a special promo on this title for a very limited time! Get your copy today!

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R Tran

 

Author Biography:

R. Tran is an independent author and blogger with three award winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. R. Tran is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

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Meet Luke Roberts from @KryssieFortune’s Submission, Secrets and the Solider #BDSM #Romance #Military


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Today it is my great pleasure to introduce Luke Roberts, alpha hero from Kryssie Fortune’s latest release, Submission, Secrets and the Solider. I convinced him to sit down for an interview and it was eye-opening. I know you’ll enjoy it, too. Take it away, Luke.

 

What is your greatest fear?

Losing Kathryn. She’s my wife and my submissive, but only behind closed doors. Her acceptance and common sense turned my life around. She’s sort of sparky if she thinks anyone’s putting me down for my scars. Honestly, she stunned me the first time she waded in on my side. The maître ‘d in De Marco’s restaurant tried to hide us away at an out of the way table. I’d have accepted it, but not my Kate. What with her threatening to have the owner revoke the restaurant’s lease and threatening him with legal action, he backed down real quick. There’s so much more to her than the shy sub I’d terrified back at the BDSM club. Chemistry sizzled between us that first night, but the night at De Marco’s, she stole my heart.

 

Which living person do you most admire?

Kathryn. Okay, I won’t answer that to every question. Maybe Adam Montgomery because of the things he’s setting in place to help veterans settle back into civilian life. I’ve got a lot of time for Dr. Chris Anders too. He lost part of his leg in Afghanistan, but he refused to let it get him down. He trained as a psychotherapist, and Adam’s brought him in to help vets with PTSD. He certainly helped me come to terms with everything I saw while serving my country.

 

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

Easy. My scars. Some days, I can’t get past them. Kathryn always knows when I’m down, but I know better than to expect sympathy from her. The first time I met, her let my appearance get in the way. I walked off like a coward. The next thing I know, she thumped me in the back and told me to stop wallowing in self-pity. Her version of tough love was just what I needed. I still do really, but don’t go thinking she’s all spit and gristle. She’s kindhearted, beautiful, brave, and caring. And she’s all mine.

 

Which living person do you most despise?

I’m not fond of Candice anymore. I hated her reaction to my scars. When she Dear Johnned me, I thought my life was over. Eventually I discovered she’d been married for years. Her husband wasn’t into BDSM so she used me as her bit on the side. I can’t believe I was too dim to realize it. Despise is a bit strong though.

There’s this guy, Farlaise, who used to own a building company. He terrorized my Kathryn, kidnapped us, and we were lucky to escape with our lives. Him, I find real easy to despise.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

I hate when a man’s a bully, especially if his victim is a woman. I don’t hold with it, and I won’t stand by and let it happen.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Three guesses. Not that you need them. Kathryn’s everything to me. The way she goes out of her way to help people is special. When your back’s to the wall—and believe me, ours was—she’s the woman you want at your side. Everyone adores her, but the way her submissive side only surfaces for me is a delight.

 

When and where were you happiest?

Last Labour day. I sprang surprise after surprise on Kathryn. I’d arranged for her mom to make pirate costumes for the kids she’d coached for the parade. I had her sister design a pirate ship to sit on a float. Jared Armstrong built it, and I restored a beat-up flatbed for it to ride on. Of course, she got me back when she sprang the biggest surprise of the day on me. Better still, the whole town rallied around to make it happen. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since.

 

Where would you most like to live?

Right here in Westhorpe Ridge. It’s a small town with a great heart. No one stares at my scars. I bought the local auto shop so I have a thriving business here, and best of all, it’s Kathryn’s home town. That said, wherever she wants to live is perfect by me.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

After the IED exploded the army sent me to an American military hospital to recuperate. I thought I’d lose my leg.  I was coming to terms with the scars that run from my left eye, down my torso, and down my left leg. Then the woman I thought I’d be with forever arrived, took one look at my scars, and threw up. She left soon after that, but with hindsight, I had a lucky escape.

 

What is your favorite occupation?

Kissing Kathryn. Okay. Except for that. l. I like to work with my hands, and I’m a trained mechanic. Thanks to my time in the army, I can fix just about anything. If I can’t find the parts I need to fix a vehicle, then I’ll set to and make them from scratch.

 

Want to read Luke’s story? Here’s all the details –

 

Title Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Author Kryssie Fortune

Genre contemporary romance, ex-military, BDSM Romance

Publisher Loose id

 

Book Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

 

 

Excerpt

Luke loved how Kathryn didn’t back down from him when things got tough. She’d even talked him down from a flashback. Grinning, he decided to lighten the mood. Tossing Kathryn over his shoulder, he strode toward the rock pools. He patted her butt, then spanked it once. “Your favorite Dom, huh? I like that.”

 

Hung head down, she beat on his back and kicked her legs in token protest but could practically feel the way her gaze fixed on his ass. Rather than beat on it, she gave it a squeeze. He repaid her with a gentle swat of his hand on her bikini bottoms. “Behave, or I’ll drape you over a rock and spank you right here, no matter what the sheriff said.”

 

Spine soldier straight, he marched to the pool where he’d caught the crab earlier. Letting her slide down his body, he waited until her bare feet touched the sand before grabbing her around the waist and holding her over the water. “I wonder if crabs like nibbling toes?”

 

She shrieked and drew her knees up to her chest. “They don’t. Really, truly, they prefer shellfish to toes.”

 

Laughing, he lowered her into the shallow pool, held her until she found her balance, and hastily backed off. He didn’t trust the mischievous grin on her face.

 

Kathryn took a step back, bent, and scooped armfuls of water toward him, soaking his T-shirt and making it cling to his pecs. Judging by her smile, she liked that. He leaped in beside her, deliberately splashing her as he landed. “This means war.”

 

They spent fifteen minutes laughing and soaking each other.

 

Finally, Kathryn held her hands up before her. “I’m done. You win. I stuck a couple of towels in my backpack. Let’s dry off and head home. I need a shower if we’re hitting Steve’s Bar tonight.”

 

He lifted her again. “Kick your feet in the water to rinse the sand off. I’ll carry you back to our base. Is there any of that lemonade left?”

 

He’d never seen anything as beautiful as the smile that lit up her face as she poured a cold drink from the flask. In military speak, this woman was PFA—pretty freaking awesome—and he’d do whatever it took to make her proud.

 

Once they’d dried off and finished their drinks, they packed up and strolled back toward the town. When she linked her fingers through his, his heart beat faster, warming his blood and melting the ice around his emotions. Normally, he dropped a portcullis between himself and anyone who tried to befriend him. His layers of defenses ensured he didn’t get hurt again, but his pain felt like a primed hand grenade ready to explode inside him. For the first time since the IED maimed him, he wanted to be whole.

 

Something about Kathryn crashed through his defenses. Her smile, perhaps. Tonight, he’d take her to Steve’s Bar and socialize with former soldiers who wouldn’t judge him. It surprised him how much he looked forward to it.

 

Best of all, Kathryn had told him she loved to dance, and according to Adam, the bar played rockabilly music. When Luke had been in his teens, his mom had taught him some moves. He hoped to surprise Kathryn on the dance floor—and maybe surprise her again when they came home after.

 

 

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Kryssie Fortune

 

Author Biography

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

 

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

 

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

 

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

 

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Or you can email her direct on Kryssie.Fortune@aim.com

Get Swept Away – The Highlander’s English Woman by USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie #Romance


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Title: The Highlander’s English Woman

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Laura Reynolds is in love with her long-time friend, Jamie Maxwell Collins. She adores his playful sense of humor, caring nature as well as his strong sense of family and honor.

 

Jamie lives across the border in Scotland. Outwardly carefree, he hides a dark secret. He can’t involve Laura in this deception. He can’t give her hope for a future together.

 

Laura stumbles upon Jamie’s secret. In her heart of hearts she knows Jamie is innocent. Their relationship in tatters and with no hope of reconciliation, she plays a deadly game to exonerate Jamie, she agrees to a political marriage. She has no idea the entire game has been orchestrated by her future husband, Jamie’s greatest enemy.

 

Excerpt:

He opened the cemetery gate and made his way to the small building where the 9th century remains of William the Brave rested. In the building was a hidden passage that led inside the castle. A dangerous place for boys to play. He and Richard prided themselves on being the only people aware these tunnels existed. Forgotten over the centuries, it had taken them weeks to clean out the debris and shore it up to make it usable.

 

The hair on the back of his neck stood. Someone was with him inside the cemetery. He crouched behind a tombstone. In the distance, a dark shadow proceeded along the path.

 

Jamie took stock of the man as he made his way to the Reynolds’ family graves. He thought at first Reeve came to pay his respect to Richard, but the form was all wrong. This shadow was bigger, more agile. The man stopped and waited. For whom? For what?

 

Jamie moved for a closer look. His brushed against a tombstone and knocked loose pebbles that rested on the top to the ground. In the complete silence, the cascade of stones sounded like boulders echoing in a valley.

 

In an easy, elegant move, the man drew his sword. No, this wasn’t Reeve. Jamie did the same.

 

The darkening shadows made it impossible for Jamie to identify who he fought. That didn’t stop either man. His attacker put him on the defense. Jamie retreated in a matter of seconds.

 

Jamie and the shadow parried and lunged. Evenly matched, neither gave signs of tiring. Several times he almost had the man, only to have him bound over an obstacle and come back for more.

 

Just like…

 

“For a moment I thought you fought like Lord Richard,” Jamie said. The man answered with a barrage of strikes.

 

But Jamie held his ground. He fought stroke for stroke until they came into a close battle position, the hilts of their swords locked against their chests. Clouds moved and the man’s face was revealed under the moonlight.

 

Jamie dropped his sword and froze. His heart pounded. The man threw his head back and laughed.

 

“Richard?”

 

The laughter subsided. Richard put his arm around Jamie and squeezed him close. “I wonder if Father has any ale? How I would love to taste it one more time.”

 

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-highlanders-english-woman-ruth-a-casie/1125365584?ean=2940157490539

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-highlander-s-english-woman

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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The Fountain of Youth by @Steveshearbooks Spotlight + #MidwestBookReview #FridayReads


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Title: The Fountain of Youth

Author: Steve Shear

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Alzheimer’s, Fiction

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

A love affair, a teenager in deadly trouble, a possible Nazi in hiding, and a battle to escape dementia—make for high drama and unpredictable twists at the Fountain!

 

Two generations of dementia are enough!” Robert Glickman declares in his quest to die with dignity and the likelihood he will be next. To that end he uses his grandson’s sixth grade quiz book, a locked away metal box, and a secret weapon that eventually comes back to haunt him.

 

In the meantime, he is embroiled in the lives of many other residents including his neurotic sister Essie who plots to steal his secret weapon for herself; Beautiful Christina Abernathy, a retired psychotherapist, he instantly falls in love with; Hester, a young server at the Fountain who suffers from progressive mutism resulting from a horrific incident in childhood; Boyle, a man of mystery with a questionable past for good or evil (Glickman isn’t sure which); Boyle’s grandson, Santini, a troubled young man caught between the dope dealers he runs with and the FBI wanting to use him; and a runaway girl who reminds Glickman of someone in his past.

 

Will Glickman and Essie beat dementia? Can he win over Christina? And what about Hester, Boyle, and Boyle’s grandson, and the runaway girl?

 

Midwest Book Review:

Review of The Fountain of Youth by Steve Shear

for the October 2017 issue of Midwest Book Review

by D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer

 

It’s rare that romance novels include more than surface passions, and even less common that they embrace issues of dementia, moral and ethical questions, medical conundrums, or the struggles of Alzheimer’s patients. Mix all these issues with love and you have a strange blend, indeed.

 

But one of the special features of The Fountain of Youth lies in its ability to deftly weave all these seemingly-disparate threads into a unified, precise, memorable story line, making it a top recommendation for not just romance readers, but anyone interested in issues of aging, changed capabilities, and the impact a small thing (such as quiz book) can have in one’s life.

 

In this case, narrator Robert Glickman is determined to defy a family history of dementia and his seemingly-inevitable decline by using a quiz book to test his facilities so he can do something about any decline before it really takes hold. In the meantime, he also lives life in Youth Fountain Senior Living Facility (termed “The Fountain of Youth” by its residents – an aptly named old folks’ home, where he has an apartment), holds an infatuation with a retired therapist, faces a neurotic and mentally declining sister, confronts a possible hiding Nazi, and interacts with a host of characters who each struggle with their own uncertain lives.

 

The characters who inhabit The Fountain of Youth are somewhat reminiscent to those in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, minus much of the insanity. They are quirky, obstinate, sometimes defiant personalities who have their own perspectives of their pasts, presents and futures; yet are somewhat to fully cognizant of the fact that the Fountain offers anything but youth or longevity – only a relatively safe haven at the end of the long road of life.

 

As events and lives unfold, the unexpected happens: Robert’s gruff, observational voice becomes a compelling chronicler of the process of facing not only imminent mortality, but the decline of one’s connections to life itself. What opens as and seems like an observational piece about an increasingly limited world and abilities becomes a special window into the hearts, minds, and ethical issues facing the aging and those around them at the end of life.

 

Who has power and control over one’s life? What happens when circumstance limits, then takes away, not only abilities, but personalities? The psychological depth belays any possible description of The Fountain of Youth as a romance novel. While many a reader may pick up the story for this element, most will be delightfully surprised at the depth offered by the evolving story, the quirky and fun personalities revealed behind the closed doors of an elderly facility, and especially the story’s important message about the right to live – and die – on one’s own terms.

 

What begins as a seeming romance or institutional probe becomes something much more: a compelling, engrossing story fueled by the passions, perspectives, and worries of Robert as he seeks to take back power in his world, keep his promises, and exert control over his own destiny and the quandaries life and death poses. It’s very highly recommended for audiences seeking depth and insights from fictional stories.

 

 

Excerpt:

My quiz book, all three hundred pages, is older than my stay at the Fountain. It belonged to my grandson, Peter, my daughter Bonnie’s oldest. Peter and I spent many evenings in his room reading the questions and seeing who could come up with the answers first. Often I won. Sometime he did. I clearly had the advantage of age and education. Peter had the advantage of looking up the answers ahead of time so I guess we were even. When the decision was made for me to move to the Fountain, not unanimously I might add, Peter insisted I take the quiz book with me so we would have it when he visited. By the time I settled in he decided he was too old for the book. I often wonder whether that was so, or was it possibly because he couldn’t look up the answers ahead of time. Either way, whenever I open the book I think of Peter and smile. And then smile again because I know its real purpose.

 

By the time I retrieved it from the multicolored vase and returned to my apartment, I had totally forgotten about Pomerantz even though I had been asked by Ruth at the front desk to speak at his memorial service, and for her I would do anything. So, I spent several grueling days writing and memorizing the speech I planned to give. It was sitting on the kitchen table, although I hadn’t noticed it when I walked in. I normally don’t forget such things. Maybe I was just bothered by the fact that I mixed up the East and South Halls. Besides, he wasn’t my best friend. He was a Republican. He voted for George Bush twice. I’m sure Ruth thought we were best buddies because I joined his fight against the Vatican’s refusal to take Mrs. Pomerantz off life support. She took the trip to Hades on Lower Level 2 a year or so after she and Pomerantz arrived at the Fountain. Such a shame and such a surprise. She was a spry little woman with the intellect of a giant. First in bridge, always, and first in the weekly trivial pursuit night. I’m sure she didn’t study the answers ahead of time … but who knows.  From one day to the next she found herself on the River Styx without ever stopping at Lower Level One. Three months later she was on life support without a ‘valid’ living will, at least according to church officials at Christ-the-King Care Group. That brought Pomerantz and me together, at least for a while. There’s nothing like a good fight for what one believes in to bring people together.

 

When I first met him, Harry, he was racing down the hall past my front door in his supped up motorized wheelchair like James Dean and the hoodlums in Rebel without a Cause. As I stepped into the hall we practically collided head on. Fortunately I jumped back just in time, except for my big toe which throbs to this day.

 

“Christ!” he shouted, “Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

 

“Who in the hell are you,” I barked back, trying to fight off the pain in my lowest extremity by jumping up and down on my left foot like a fucking clown. “Dr. HMP MD?” I read aloud off the New York license plate wired to the back of his lethal weapon and laughed. “Well Dr. HMP Master Dick, or whatever MD stands for, just remember you’re sharing this road with the regular folks who don’t have vanity plates plastered all over their stock cars.”

 

That was a number of years ago and only the beginning of our bipolar affiliation. It went uphill and downhill from there.

 

About the time I took the puzzle book out from under my shirt, the phone rang. “Robert, where are you?” a voice at the other end hollered. I looked around.

 

“In my apartment,” I hollered back, recognizing Goldfarb’s soprano voice. He should have been a woman, I always thought, but he would have been an uglier old woman than old man. Imagine Karl Malden in The Streets of San Francisco with long hair and Tiny Tim’s voice.

 

“Well, we started without you but the Rabbi is now calling up all the speakers.”

 

“All the …” Oh, God! I looked at my speech on the table. “Okay. Don’t bury him without me.”

 

“What?” I heard him say as I hung up and grabbed my speech.

 

For a guy who thought he had lost his puzzle book and totally forgot about the memorial service, I did a pretty good job and only looked at my speech a couple of times. I told everyone how I collided with Harry that first day we met and became best friends even though he was a Republican. I lied about being best friends. Otherwise I would have had to explain why I was at the podium we borrowed from Rufus. And to be honest we were best friends during the time we fought to get Harriet off life support.

 

She wound up in the hospital with pneumonia which clearly wasn’t a good thing since she had already suffered from emphysema and had to drag an oxygen tank wherever she went. It was well past 10 o’clock one evening when I heard a knock at the door causing me to jump from my covers. I raced for the door and saw an eyeball through the peephole.

 

“Don’t slip on the newspaper,” I yelled.

 

He ignored my humor. “It’s Pomerantz. Can I talk to you Glickman?

 

I rushed for my robe and opened the door. By the time I tied it across my waist he had already made himself comfortable at the kitchen table. Surely he wasn’t there to argue about the election; was he? I made it clear his politics gave me indigestion and wanted no more to do with it than jalapeño cream cheese on a garlic bagel. At the time I didn’t know Harriet was in the hospital with pneumonia. Before learning why he was there, I offered to make us a cup of tea and he accepted.

 

“I’ve been told that you know how to make a living will?”

 

“Living will?”

 

“Brownsher next door said you were the expert.”

 

“You don’t have one?”

 

“No. But it’s not for me. It’s for my Harriet.” It figures, I thought. What do you expect from a Republican?

 

“Why all of a sudden?”

 

“She’s in the hospital with pneumonia.”

 

“Oh! I’m sorry,” I said, then reminded him I was not a lawyer but I did have some experience with living wills, although I didn’t mention why and he didn’t ask. I started for my computer and he jumped up to follow me. ….

 

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Author Biography:

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was Steve’s first published novel (L&L Dreamspell, 2011). It was awarded runner-up in the San Francisco Book Festival 2015. He is happy to say that Adrian has been optioned as a movie by EVW Entertainment (producer of the movie Break the Stage), and the screenplay has been written by Erik Wolter and Steve. EVWE is now looking for partners to produce the movie. Erik and Steve have collaborated on a sequel to the screenplay.

 

The Wild Rose Press published The Fountain of Youth, Steve’s second published novel, in May of 2017. It has received exceptional reviews, some of which appear on Amazon and Goodreads.

 

He and his wife, Susan, collaborated on The State vs. Max Cooper and The Steele Deal (published by ArtAge Publications), courtroom plays in which the audience serves as the jury. Both are being produced around the country.

 

In addition, Steve has four novels that have recently been completed: The First Coming, An Eye for an Eye, and The Click. He has written screenplays on the first two and is presently collaborating with Erik Wolter on a screenplay based on The Click.

 

Steve has been writing poetry for over fifteen years (some of which has been published) and is also a portrait and figure artist and sculptor, having been represented by a number of galleries in Denver and Boulder, Colorado. He is presently represented by the Delta Gallery in Brentwood, California and on line by Vango Art. His work can be seen at his website, www.steveshear.net.

 

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Dr. D and the Dad by @CharJGordon is a Delightful Mature #Romance! #womensfiction


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Title Dr. D and the Dad

Author Charmaine Gordon

Genre Contemporary Romance, Mature Romance

Publisher Vanilla Heart Publishing

 

Book Blurb

A trip over a mound of sand on the beach begins a journey for Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan. She’s a pediatrician, a bit over weight; he has a foster care home with three children under his sheltering wing… and a dark secret. Can they overcome the past and make the future work for them? They might just find the initial trip was well worth it.

 

Book 6 in the series, The Beginning… Not the End

 

Excerpt

When I’d ventured off my veranda onto the sand not too long ago and trudged toward the secluded area where boulders formed a natural barrier, the tide was out. I rolled my terry cloth cover-up into a makeshift pillow and lowered myself to the towel. Big sunglasses covered green eyes and part of full cheeks, a floppy straw hat shaded my strawberry blond curly hair, my best feature, Mom used to say when she wasn’t nagging me about going on a diet. After lathering with sunscreen, at last I was ready to ponder my non-existent personal life and chart a different course for the future. I’d planned to contemplate my navel but the double D cups got in the way, no navel in sight.

 
Why bother going out in the sun; spend money on yet another swim suit guaranteed to make you look slimmer when it all came down to choices like Chocolate or tofu?  Fifty five, chubby, smart enough to become a doctor, to have a paid-up house on the beach, a. . .

 
Pain as all the air whooshed out of me when something fell across my body and I couldn’t breathe. “Did I hurt you? cause I was running and something moved
and well I didn’t realize someone was under the sand.”

 
“Oh,” I moaned and tried to get up and the sand held me down and so did he.  I opened my eyes and through the sunglasses, saw Antonio Banderas, not really the actor but he sure looked like him.

 

 

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Author Biography

Charmaine Gordon writes books about women who Survive and Thrive. Her motto is take one step and then another to leave your past behind and begin again. Six books and several short stories in three years, she’s always at work on the next story. The books include To Be Continued, Starting Over, Now What?, Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch, and her series of Mature Romances, The Beginning…Not the End. “I didn’t realize at the time while working as an actor in NYC, I’d become a sponge soaking up dialogue, setting, and stage directions. I learned many tools of writing during the years watching directors like Mike Nichols and actors including Harrison Ford, Anthony Hopkins, and Billy Crystal. And would you believe, I was Geraldine Ferraro’s stand– in leg model, my first job giving me entrée into all the Unions needed to work. When the sweet time ended, I began another career and creative juices flowed.”

 

You can reach Charmaine at http://authorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com  And on her FB page http://www.facebook.com/charmaine.gordon And on Twitter https://twitter.com/CharJGordon

 

 

#99Cents Deal Alert — Merit Badge Murder by @LeslieLangtry #cozymystery #mystery #99c


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Title  MERIT BADGE MURDER

Author   Leslie Langtry

Genre  Cozy Comedy

Publisher Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb 

 

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

 

When CIA agent Merry Wrath is “accidentally” outed, 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…

 

 

Excerpt  

 

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

 

Author Biography 

Leslie Langtry is the USA Today Bestselling Author of three cozy comedy mystery series. Originally from Iowa, she currently lives in Illinois with her family and a menagerie of loveable but dysfunctional pets. Leslie is a rabid knitter, voracious reader, humble Girl Scout volunteer and has been known to walk llamas, visit haunted houses and eat cake. A lot of cake. Not kidding…she really loves cake. Find out more about Leslie at www.leslielangtry.com .

 

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Love and Longing in the Bright Lights of London — Swan Song by @BookishLotte #YA #books


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Title

Swan Song

 

Author

Charlotte Wilson

 

Genre

Young Adult

 

 

Book Blurb

LOVE AND LONGING IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF LONDON

 

When iconic ballerina Beatrice Duvall died, a nation mourned – and a legacy was born. Sixteen years later, her daughter Ava comes to London to take part in a high-profile tribute to Beatrice, and to learn about the mother she never knew.

 

There’s just one snag: the tribute is a ballet, Swan Lake. Which is infinitely painful for Ava, because she can’t dance. Won’t dance. Not since she quit the Royal Ballet School last year and walked away from everything that defined her.

 

But this is London, colourful and crazy, and with actor Seb at her side, there’s so much to discover. Like Theatreland razzmatazz and rooftop picnics and flamingo parties. And a whole load of truths Ava never knew about her mother – and herself.

 

When the time comes to take the stage, will Ava step out of the shadow cast by her mother’s pedestal? And who will be waiting for her there, in the bright lights?

 

A coming-of-age novel about family and first love, in the city of hopes and dreams.

 

Excerpt

The Tube from Turnham Green is quiet, until we reach Earl’s Court, where it starts filling up. By the time we get to Victoria I’m in a scrum spilling out onto the platform. I find the Victoria Line platform and shoe-horn myself into a carriage; Seb would be proud of my elbow action.

 

At Oxford Circus I’m carried by a sea of shoppers up the escalators, across the foyer and up some steps to the street level. I’ve managed to come out the right exit, opposite the flagship Topshop. The massive store calls to me. Now that’s where to buy a dress for the tribute. Simple and trendy. I dread to think what Thisbe’s wardrobe department contact is going to make me. Something showbiz, I guess: long and loud and sparkly. Ugh.

 

But I don’t want to offend Thisbe, who’s called in a favour, apparently, to get me a dress sewn so quickly. So, with a sigh, I turn my back on Topshop and trudge down Argyll Street. When I see the Palladium, like a classical temple with massive columns, my mood lifts. At least I’m getting to visit one of London’s most historic theatres, where anyone who’s anyone has performed over the years, from Elvis Presley to Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra to Ella Fitzgerald, Elton to Adele – even The Muppets have taken to this stage. I wonder: will I get to stand on the stage?

 

Nope, is the answer. I don’t even see the auditorium. A security guard shows me from the foyer down into the underbelly of the theatre, to a small, windowless room made even smaller by its many contents: two dressmaker’s dummies, a hanging rail of costumes, shelves of fabric and haberdashery, and a desk for the sewing machine. I barely have time to make a mental comparison of this room and the wardrobe department at the Royal Opera House – in a big room overlooking the Piazza and flooded with light – before a girl springs out from behind one of the dummies and hugs me.

 

Hugs me?

 

Thankfully, it’s brief. She steps back and beams. I smile back automatically, and in a second I take her in: round, rosy face, electric-blue eyes, dark wavy hair. She’s a little older than me, maybe twenty, and wearing stylish jeans and a really unusual shirt covered with little embroidered seahorses.

 

“You’re Cara Cavendish?” I say, daring to hope that maybe my dress won’t end up being horrendously glitzy after all.

 

“The one and only,” she says cheerfully. “And you’re Ava-who-needs-a-dress. Thisbe explained. Sit, sit…” She pulls out a little stool from under the desk and I perch on it.

 

Cara walks around me in a circle, eying me up and down. “Easy-peasy,” she declares. “Dancers’ forms are so simple to dress.”

 

“Oh,” I say. “I’m not a dancer.”

 

She completes her circuit and leans on the desk, looking curiously at me. “But you’re Beatrice Duvall’s daughter,” she says.

 

The name gives me a jolt, but I manage to reply evenly: “That doesn’t make me a dancer.”

 

“’Course not,” says Cara. “I mean, my mum was an architect, and look at me! But I heard you were training to be a dancer like your mother. With the Royal Ballet.”

 

“I was. I… stopped.”

 

“Oh. Why was that then?”

 

I frown at Cara. She smiles back at me.

 

“Did Thisbe put you up to this?” I ask.

 

“Up to what?”

 

“All the questions.”

 

“Oh, no. That’s just me. My brother’s always telling me I’m blunt, because I don’t go in for all that evasive British crap – ignoring the elephant in the room. Better to lay it all out there and say, ‘My mum’s dead, and it sucks.’ You know?”

 

“Not really,” I reply honestly. I’ve never said those words in my life.

 

Cara nods like I’ve said something profound. Then, to my relief, she claps her hands and says, “Let’s talk dresses.”

 

After a quick-fire round of questions designed to establish my style, Cara hands me a scrapbook in which she’s pasted cuttings, photos and drawings of formal dresses, and she talks me through cuts, lengths, necks, sleeves and fabrics. Somewhere around the midi dress page I begin to come undone.

 

“What is it?” she says.

 

“Nothing,” I say.

 

“Something,” she says. “You look like you’re about to have a panic attack. Is it claustrophobia? This room is a little dinky.”

 

“It’s not that. It’s…”

 

She waits expectantly. I gesture to the scrapbook.

 

“It’s just all a bit real, suddenly, looking at these dresses. I mean, I’ve got to wear one and stand on a stage at the Royal Opera House in front of people. Lots of people.”

 

“Ah,” she says. “Yeah, I’d be a wreck doing that. But you’ve performed on stage before, right?”

 

“Sure. Plenty of times. But this isn’t a performance. I have to be myself. I mean…”

 

“You mean you have to be your mother’s daughter. And your mother was the legendary Beatrice Duvall.”

 

Startled, I nod. She gets it. I don’t even know this girl, but she gets it.

 

“So,” Cara says, plucking the scrapbook off my lap and leafing through the pages, “what you need, besides the strength to get on that stage, is a really kick-ass dress. A dress that makes you feel tall and powerful and goddam beautiful, like nothing can touch you while you’re wearing it. Ah-ha. Here. This one. What do you think?”

 

The dress illustration jumps right off the page. It’s bold, it’s simple, it’s glamorous, it shouts “designer”: a strapless bodice with criss-crossing satin ribbons and a flowing skirt with chiffon overskirt ending just on the knee.

 

“Wow,” I say. “You can make that? In time?”

 

She grins. “Hell yeah.”

 

“And you think I can pull that off?”

 

Her grin widens. “Hell yeah.”

 

Buy Links

https://www.amazon.com/Swan-Song-Charlotte-Wilson-ebook/dp/B075D4XH1V/

 

Charlotte Wilson

 

Author Biography

Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess. ‘Write, Charlotte,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Charlotte writes the kind of books she loves to read: romances. She lives in a village of Greater Manchester with her husband and two children, and when she’s not reading or writing, you’ll find her walking someplace green, baking up a storm or embarking on a DIY project. She recently achieved a lifetime ambition of creating a home library for her ever-increasing collection of books. She pretends not to notice that the shelves are rather wonky.

 

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Website: http://bookishcharlotte.com/

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BookishLotte

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bookishcharlotte/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15932269.Charlotte_Wilson

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Charlotte-Wilson/e/B00TDH4XLS/

 

 

Ridge (Men of Honor, Book 1) by @LiviaQuinn #romance #militaryromance #IARTG


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The sacrifice of our service men and women humbles me. When I began researching this book I had no idea what to expect. I’d read about the twenty-two suicides a day among veterans and long waits for medical care but wondered if these reports might be exaggerated. Maybe there’d been progress. Unfortunately, the problems our troops and their families face are massive and there’s been little forward progress in the suicide rates which are probably under-reported.

 

 

I’m sure you wish you could do something to help. My hero, Ridge represents all of us, in his desire to make a difference in the lives of veterans after losing the person closest to him, his brother. Ridge is a bit stuck in this “save the world” mode and it takes a special woman to shake him up and find his own happiness.

 

 

The Men of Honor series focuses on men and women in uniform who serve in the military, law enforcement or as first responders. They put service to others above themselves. The series has been REBRANDED to reflect the FOCUS of the men and women in uniform who serve their country and communities. Ridge was previously published as Her First Knight.

 

 

Ridge is book 1 in the Men of Honor series.

 

 

He’d sacrifice all for his mission – better care for veterans. Did that include love?

 

 

Ridge Romano is an Army Ranger, has a PhD in Medbionics and is CEO of two multi-billion dollar companies. After his brother, a wounded vet, commits suicide due to a lack of prompt medical care, Ridge meets with Congress to propose a new veterans’ care consortium that will revolutionize veterans’ services. All that’s left is the big vote.

 

 

So, with such an important mission, how did he wind up on this strip bingo stage in front of a hundred women yelling, “Tucker. Take it off!” If he can just slink away before he’s recognized.

 

 

Buffy Calloway was famous on the runways of Paris, but now she’s looking for one special man to be the face of her studio. At a romance convention, she discovers Tucker, a late arrival with just the je ne sais quoi that will make her agency a success.

 

 

The Calloways have a sixth sense when it comes to that special someone, and Buffy knows Ridge is ‘the one’. There’s just one problem – he rejects the idea of himself as a cover model and Buffy can’t argue with such a noble cause. She’ll have to enlist the entire romance community to make her plan work. But could this be the first time a Calloway was wrong?

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Ridge felt like he was back in the Army, furtively tracking toward the room where he heard alternating bouts of laughter and then clapping. A woman with a deep smoky voice called out, “Her Lady Rogue by Claranne Braxton.”

 

He heard two or three feminine voices shout, “I’ve got it,” and the discouraged grumble of another, “Shoot, I got all losers.”

 

The smoky voice again called out, “Billionaire Sex Toy.” Ridge’s eyebrows rose and three voices sang out, “Got him,” and one cried, “Bingo!”

 

Ridge edged up behind two women hanging on the open door watching the action. He was taller than anyone there and when he turned his head toward the stage, he relied solely on experience and training to keep from gawking. The two men he’d shared the workout room with that morning stood on the stage, neither of them fully dressed. One was in bare feet but still had his slacks and belt on along with a t-shirt and dress shirt.

 

“Eric,” said Smoky Voice, who Ridge could see was a lushly built young woman in a black dress. She sat at a table near the stage, removed a chip from the bowl and said, “Please remove your tie.” Eric muffed for the crowd, twisting his hips and undoing the tie like one of those famous stripper performers. He dragged it out as the women hooted and clapped. Moving the tie back and forth, he gave a sharp thrust of his hips. Then slowly pulling the strip of silk out of the shirt collar, he swung it like a lasso and let it fly out over the heads of the women seated in front of him.

 

The tie dropped into a crowd of upraised hands and after a short tug of war and a lot of laughter and bawdy good-natured cheering, the victor squealed. With a satisfied grin, she looped it around her neck and raised her thumb up above her head.

 

The woman on the stage called out, “All right, get your cards ready! The first one is my book, Seal Team Alpha.

 

Several minutes and six titles later another scream went up, “Bingo!”

 

The bingo MC said, “Okay, since we’re short a cover model, we’ll have to do things a little different. Huey…”

 

“Wait! Sally,” one of the women at the door pointed at Ridge. “He’s here.” She grabbed Ridge’s arm and pushed him into the room. “Go on, you have some catching up to do.” They shoved him toward the stage.

 

“You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m not—” But they couldn’t hear him over the cheering and laughter.

 

“Tucker, Tucker, Tucker.” Who knew what the rabid spectators might do if he tried to escape? Ridge knew he hadn’t really tried to resist. The women were having a blast and the game seemed like good, clean fun, nothing he’d get arrested for.

 

The delight on the faces of the women made his pulse jump. Fun. God, when was the last time he’d done something just for the fun of doing it? For the kick.

 

One corner of his mouth turned up in a smile without his permission and the more they hooted and called to him, the wider it got until he figured, why the hel—heck not? No one knew him here. It was just harmless entertainment. A hundred women calling his name—or the AWOL Tucker’s name—and begging him to “take something off”.

 

He reached down, unbuckled his belt and very… slowly… slid it out of the loops.

 

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Protected by His Grace by Grace Augustine @mallidalli #ChristianRomance #books


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Title:  Protected by His Grace

Author: Grace Augustine

Genre: Christian Romance Suspense

 

Book Blurb: 

Rev. James Turner takes his job seriously. As pastor of Lindenport Christian Church, he makes sure his congregation are spiritually fed and that their needs are met, especially during the holidays.

 

Thanksgiving, Advent, and Christmas Eve services are a mainstay to the Christian faith. At Lindenport Christian Church, it’s no different. The Thanksgiving community dinner and decorating committees have the church decked out for the holidays.

 

Pastor James’ faith is challenged when a beautiful female parishioner confides in him about her past, putting both and their loved ones in danger.

 

The magical beauty and wonder of Christmas Eve is a perfect backdrop for remembering God’s continued protection through adversity.

 

Excerpt

James nodded and took a nibble from one of the sweets he’d chosen.

 

“So, how can I help, Miss… I’m sorry, but I don’t know all the names of my congregation. There are many new people, but I assure you, once I do know your name, I won’t forget,” James chuckled.

 

“I’m sorry, Pastor Turner. I’m Jaden McAdam. I’ve been here a couple times. I’m enjoying your series on giving.”

 

“Thank you, but we didn’t come in my office to talk about giving, I don’t think. What has you upset?”

 

Jaden thought for a moment before speaking. It wasn’t easy for her to bare her soul to anyone, especially a semi-stranger. Sure, he was a pastor and more trustworthy than most, but it was still difficult. She didn’t know where to begin.

 

She’d moved to Acorn Hills with the hopes of starting a new life. She’d done that. Jaden was the most sought after real estate salesperson in the tri-county area. She had a beautiful condo filled with top of the line appliances and furniture. Her financial status was stable, she owed nothing but her monthly expenses. Yet, with all of this, her past cast an eerie shadow over her days and made for some sleepless nights.

 

James saw how difficult this was for Jaden, so he began asking questions, hoping to draw out information that would allow him to somehow help ease her burden.

 

“Please, tell me about yourself, Miss McAdam,” James prompted.

 

Jaden shrugged and sipped her coffee.

 

“Really, there isn’t much to tell. I moved to Acorn Hills several years ago after accepting a position with a real estate company. I took over the Lindenport office two months ago. Now, I find myself with the tag of top realtor of the area, making me one busy girl. And, please, call me Jaden.”

 

“Real estate must be as challenging as it is joyful. Congratulations for the title of top realtor, Jaden. It takes some years to achieve that status. You must be a real go-getter.”

 

Go-getter, yup, that’s me.

 

“Well, when you’re single and have no family, you tend to throw yourself into work.”

 

“How well I know that,” the pastor sighed, drained his cup, and poured another.

 

“Do you have relatives in the area? Is that why you moved?”

 

Jaden really didn’t want to play twenty questions, but she needed to talk with someone. No one knew her past or the reasons she wound up in Lindenport, not even her best friend, Adriana Zubarov.

 

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and set her empty coffee mug on the tray.

 

“No, Pastor, I don’t have relatives in the area,” she stated, nervously picking at the purse clasp again.

 

“Jaden, I assure you, if you don’t want to talk, I understand. We’ll just make this a new acquaintance meeting and leave it at that. My door is always open, please know that. I’d love to have you be part of my congregation, so if you have membership questions, let me know.”

 

“I don’t mean to be difficult. I don’t trust too many, Pastor Turner. I know you’re a man of God and I know what we talk about won’t go farther than the walls of your office. It’s just…”

 

Tears fell down Jaden’s soft pink cheeks. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

 

James knelt beside her chair, placing a hand on her shoulder. He was puzzled as to what would bring this woman to such grief. He was afraid of driving her away with more questions, but if he didn’t ask, he wasn’t going to know. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his desk and placed them in her hands.

 

“Jaden, whatever this burden you are carrying, you know you will feel better once you share it with someone. I’m here and I want to help.”

 

 

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Devil’s Run by @BeverleyOakley is a Sweeping #HistoricalRomance! #books #romance


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Title Devil’s Run

Author Beverley Oakley

Genre Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb

A rigged horse race – and a marriage offer riding on the outcome. When Miss Eliza Montrose unexpectedly becomes legal owner of the horse tipped to win the East Anglia Cup, her future is finally in her hands – but at what cost?

 

George Bramley, nephew to the Earl of Quamby, will wager anything. Even his future bride.

 

Miss Eliza Montrose will accept any wager to be reunited with the child she was forced to relinquish after an indiscretion — even if it means marrying a man she does not love.

 

But when the handsome and charming Rufus Patmore buys a horse from her betrothed, George Bramley, whose household her son visits from the foundling home, her heart is captured and the outcome of the wager is suddenly fraught with peril.

 

** This is book 3 in the Scandalous Miss Brightwell series, though it can be read as a stand-alone. **

 

Excerpt

“And there’s nothing else you’d like, my dear? No?” Straightening after receiving a polite rebuff, George Bramley found it an effort to keep the syrup in his tone. His bride-to-be had not even looked at him as she’d declined the piece of marchpane he’d been certain would win him at least a smile.

 

Hovering at her side, he weighed up the advantages of a gentle rebuke, then decided against it. Until yesterday, he’d thought her quiet demeanour suggested a charmingly pliant nature. Now he was not so sure. In fact, suddenly, he was not sure of anything.

 

“A glass of lemonade, perhaps, my angel? Or a gentle stroll?”

 

“I would prefer to be left alone.” Miss Montrose waved a languid hand in his general direction, while she continued to gaze at the still lake beside which their picnic party had situated itself.

 

The languid arm-wave had not even been accompanied by a demure thank you as subtle acknowledgement of her gratitude that not only had Mr Bramley, heir to a viscountcy, stepped in to rescue Miss Eliza Montrose from impoverishment, he was prepared to treat her publicly as if she were as fine a catch as he could have made.

 

A soft titter brought his head round sharply, but the ladies behind him, bent over the latest Ackerman’s Repository, appeared occupied with their own gossip as they lounged on cushions beneath the canopy that had been erected to protect them from the sun.

 

Awkwardly, he looked for occupation as he continued to eye his intended with a mixture of irritation and desire—both lustful desire, and the desire to put her in her place.

 

The idea of the latter made him harden. She was beautiful, this quiet, apparently retiring, young woman who said so little, but whose eyes spoke such volumes. The afternoon sun glinted on her honey-gold hair and imbued her porcelain skin with a warm glow. The skin that he could see, at any rate.

 

He pushed back his shoulders. On their wedding night in six weeks, when he’d at last take possession of her, he’d rip that modesty to shreds. The skin she was so at pains to hide would be his, not only to see, but to caress and taste. When she was his wife, the beautiful, distant Miss Eliza Montrose would no longer get away with paying George Bramley so little attention. No, he’d have her screaming and writhing at his command.

 

He would make her like the things he did to her; or at least, show him she did if she enjoyed harmony as much as she appeared to. None of this languid reclining like a half-drugged princess in his presence. He’d keep her on her toes, ready to leap to his bidding at the sound of his footstep. She’d learn to be grateful.

 

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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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50% off — War Eternal – Angels’ Whispers by J. F. Cain #fantasy #romance #deals


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Title: War Eternal – Angels’ Whispers

Author: J.F. Cain

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Alex Meyers, a dynamic, global entrepreneur, has an advantage that no other human has ever had: he is protected by Aranes, the Superior of the Angels. While he is skiing, he dies in an avalanche, but his all-powerful protector breaks one of the ethereal world’s most important Rules and brings him back to life. Alex falls head over heels in love with the beautiful Angel, who appears to him in human form. But she disappears just as suddenly as she had appeared.

 

While he searches for Aranes, Alex discovers her true identity and that he actually might be the high-ranking Celestial Abaddon, who is mentioned in the Revelations prophecy as the one who will defeat Lucifer.

 

The man who fate has thrust among the world’s superpowers is now living a nightmare. He wants to evade Lucifer’s pursuit, find out who he truly is and once again see the only being he has ever loved. And the only way to do it is to make the ultimate sacrifice.

 

Angels’ Whispers is the beginning of an epic tale set in modern times. The eternal war between Light and Darkness is at a critical turning point: Angels and Demons, invisible to mortal beings, battle for dominance in the physical world, while Guardians, Vampires and Werewolves, who live among the humans, find themselves on opposing sides in a deadly power game.

 

Excerpt:

When they had left the road and its noise far enough behind them, Alex jerked to a stop. He turned to Aranes, let her hand go and grabbed her by the arms.

 

“Who are you? Or should I ask what are you?”

 

The Angel looked him steadily in the eye, not speaking. She had come to the physical plane to prepare him for what was to follow and this was the best way to show him that there were some things that couldn’t be said.

 

“What do you want from me?” Alex continued. “Has some competitor put you up to approaching me?”

 

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Aranes said hurriedly to allay his undue worry.

 

The storm that had risen in Alex’s eyes seemed to calm and the frothy-wave-like silver streaks in his irises began to roll gently against their deep blue backdrop.

 

“Fine! Then could you explain some things to me?”

 

Besides everything else she had to do, the Angel also had to leave hints about her nature. Soon her protégé would replay their discussions and would analyze her every word to reach some conclusions.

 

“I can’t right now,” she replied, capturing his gaze in hers so that she could send him non-verbal messages.

 

Her calm expression and steady gaze made Alex wonder. She seemed sincere. But why didn’t she give him a specific answer?

 

“What’s going on?” he asked, confusion written all over his face. “Tell me, what should I think? You appear out of nowhere, drag me out of an avalanche, treat me as if I’m special to you and then drop me, only to appear out of nowhere again, knowing that I’ve been looking for you. Don’t you also think that all this is a little strange?”

 

“Yes, it is,” the Angel agreed. “Please, be patient. Soon you’ll have the answers you need.”

 

Alex would not give in.

 

“I’d rather have them now, starting with who you are.”

 

“That question will be answered soon, too,” Aranes replied and rested her palm in the middle of his chest. “Look into my eyes, Alex, and tell me. Do you believe I would ever harm you?”

 

He looked bewilderedly down at her hand on his chest. It felt as if a wave of warmth passed from her palm into his body, filling him with an indescribable sweetness and wonderful emotions unknown to him until now. He looked up and searched her unearthly eyes for an answer to this transcendental feeling, and found much more. In her effort to calm him and win his trust, the Angel unveiled her soul and let him see how she felt.

 

Alex saw her eyes overflowing with love and was stunned.

 

This woman seemed to adore him. It couldn’t be! She knew him so little. To be precise, she didn’t know him at all. You don’t know her either but you’re crazy about her, he thought in response.

 

“No,” he admitted, now calm. “But I don’t like all this mystery. How did you know I’ve been looking for you, and why doesn’t the cabin’s owner know you?”

 

“There’s always an explanation for everything”, Aranes replied, her gaze fixed on his. “Isn’t that so?”

 

“Why don’t you just tell me who you are? Are you really called Theodora? What’s your last name?”

 

“I don’t have a last name.”

 

“That’s not possible. Everybody has one,” Alex insisted gently.

 

“I don’t, because I don’t need it.”

 

Aranes let a brief moment of silence elapse to give him time to think.

 

He was looking at her in puzzlement. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know anyone without a last name. Where had this woman come from?

 

“Alex,” the Angel went on. “You have an extremely well-developed intuition. Listen to it and stay calm, no matter what happens.”

 

Her mention of his intuition caught him completely unawares. Alarm bells started ringing in his head again.

 

“What’s going to happen? And how do you know about my intuition?” he asked with a bewildered and at the same time suspicious look.

 

Forced to provide only that information which his mental state could handle, Aranes didn’t answer his question. She went on:

 

“There are things you cannot see, but can sense. Don’t try to explain everything using reason.”

 

“If I don’t use reason I’ll go mad!” Alex said with a measure of the irritation that lay dormant inside him and just wouldn’t be expressed in its true form.

 

He was annoyed with himself for not protesting, and for letting her put his head through the wringer without asking for anything more than the necessary explanations—and yet he was happy they were together. It was crazy, is what it was!

 

“Being calm and collected in times of crisis is characteristic of a superior nature, and I believe you are one of them,” Aranes told him, wanting to prepare him for what would happen in the immediate future.

 

Superior in nature was the last thing that Alex felt right then. Reason was bombarding his mind with questions and warnings, and there he stood, helpless to react. He wondered at his calm. He should normally have freaked out when she mentioned his intuition and with everything else she told him. But his will seemed to have surrendered to a hypnotic suggestion. What held him in its grip?

 

Not having any clue about the supernatural powers used on him, the answer was simple: her exquisite face, captivating scent, divine body and basically everything about her, her intellectual qualities included of course, that drove him delirious with love and made him want to make her his at all costs. It was a good excuse for his passiveness, otherwise why would he be acting like a mentally retarded adult? It wasn’t like him at all.

 

 

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J.F. Cain is a writer with a restless mind who spent years of her life reading and travelling. But of all the places she has been to, her favorite is a house in the mountains where she can focus on her writing. She is a seeker of knowledge who transcribes the results of her studies in her books. Her favorite pastime –other than reading and writing- is scouring libraries. However, she has lately convinced herself that she enjoys shopping just as much, as well as spending time with family and friends –the few that can still tolerate her frequent and extended periods of absence.

 

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To save. To guard. To heal. More Than Human Box Set by @libraryoferana #fantasy #SFF #books


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Title: More than Human – 11 e-book Box Set

 

Authors:

The Shining Citadel – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/shining-citadel  A. L. Butcher

 

Technological Angel – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/technological-angel – Barbara G. Tarn

 

Needle-Green – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/needle-green Debbie Mumford

 

The Cartographer’s Daughter – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/cartographers-daughter  Karen L. Abrahamson

 

Serpent’s Foe – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/serpents-foe  J.M. Ney-Grimm

 

The Crystal Courtesan – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/crystal-courtesan Karen L. Abrahamson

 

The First Book of Old Mermaids Tales – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/first-book-old-mermaids-tales Kim Antieau

 

The Guardians – Book 1 – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/guardians-book-1  Don Viecelli

 

Love Apidae (A Recumon Story) – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/love-apidae-recumon-story Michael R. E. Adams

 

The Flat Above the Wynd – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/flat-above-wynd Alexandra Brandt

 

The Kitchen Imps and Other Dark Tales – https://bundlerabbit.com/products/detail/kitchen-imps-other-dark-tales A. L. Butcher

 

 More than Human Add Shining Citadel

 

Genre: Fantasy/Scifi/Specfic

 

Book Blurb:

To save. To guard. To heal.

 

Beloved people, precious things, and sacred spaces move our hearts and inspire us to defend them.

 

In these tales of redemption and rescue, more-than-human heroes stand forth as champions to protect all that is worthy of protection.

 

Walk with these elves, imps, wizards, dryads, gods, and guardians as they subdue demons, free the enslaved, preserve the world, comfort the exiled, and cross swords with the dark. Read and revel in their triumphs and tribulations.

 

Excerpt:

EXCERPT – Barbara G Tarn – Technological Angel

 

Kol-ian realized Chantal had noticed the black lines on his back when she touched them, puzzled, and her thoughts went in question-mode again. He rolled on his back and pulled her over him, pretending not to know.

 

“What are those black marks?” she asked.

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Claude!” she chided. “I haven’t kept anything from you.”

 

Of course, I can read your thoughts, you can’t keep anything from me, he thought. “I’m keeping a lot from you and will hold to most of my secrets,” he replied. “There are things about me you could never understand.”

 

“Men and women can’t understand each other because they come from different planets,” she retorted. “But they can learn to accept each other’s differences.”

 

He chuckled. She had no idea how fitting the comparison was for the two of them.

 

“What’s funny?” She frowned. “I’m serious. I’m ready to accept anything you tell me.”

 

“I doubt it,” he said. “When I told you where I was born, you didn’t believe me.”

 

“Of course, you said you were born on another planet!”

 

“That I am. My real name is Kol-ian. Happy now?”

 

She gaped at him, then gulped down her surprise. “You can’t be extraterrestrial, you’re so… human!”

 

“Really?” He pushed her back on the bed, rolling on his side to face her. It had been some time since this little game of his. The last one to see it had been a hot Spanish girl half a dozen local years earlier.

 

He opened his wings. Five seconds and the dark shadow of nanotechnology displayed the black wings behind him, taking her breath away. Featherless wings, artificial wings, but still wings, of a material and technology unavailable on the planet. Advanced implants that had cost him more than he cared to think about.

 

Excerpt from Serpent’s Foe – J.M, Ney-Grimm

 

Abruptly she returned to herself.

 

Where had she been?

 

The desert spaces of a dream, hunting as a lioness should? She didn’t know. But this dim-lit vault looked different through waking eyes than dreaming ones.

 

Why didn’t they sweep the floors?

 

Sand lay on the flat stone expanse in patches of dusty sparkles. The whole complex cried out for a scouring. Rust coated the iron bars of the cages, from their tops, anchored in the sandstone ceiling, to their bases, sunk into rock. Dung decorated the corners.

 

And the carcass of her last meal rotted against the bars separating her from the jackal next door. That black-coated beast gnawed at the bloody remains, his snout poked through a gap.

 

Fah! She lifted her forepaw fastidiously to lick it clean.

 

Movement diagonally across the broad corridor caught her eye. Another feline – a cheetah, not a lion – paced.

 

Back and forth.

 

Back and forth.

 

Prowling restlessly.

 

This is no place for me and mine. I, who carry the sun in my eyes by night.

 

She was caged, she who was meant to be free.

 

Who had perpetrated this outrage?

 

She shifted the bulk of her feline body, feeling the press of the cool stone floor against her flank. She lay in the exact center of her square enclosure, avoiding the bars – cold and radiating evil.

 

She’d been hunting, surely. Before she woke to this zoo. Or was she dreaming now of her imprisonment?

 

In her earlier dream, the grey shades of moonless night had enfolded her.

 

Tall strands of sun-dried grasses rustled in the almost-not-there breeze, brushing against her pelt. The bass rumble of bullfrogs mingled with splashing sounds. A rank smell of river mud crept close to the ground, closer than she.

 

Fah!

 

Her limbs were made for crouching, for stalking, for lunging from cover.

 

The faint scent of her prey traced through the cool air rising off the Nile.

 

Not ibis. Not hippo. Not croc.

 

Something . . . tastier.

 

She lunged, hindquarters powering her forward, fore claws outstretched, ready to rend as she batted her meal to the ground.

 

Its nest lay empty – a trammeled area of matted reeds where the red deer had slept.

 

But not now.

 

Now it fled, zigzagging, its tail a flag in the night.

 

She gave chase. I will feast!

 

Nearer and nearer.

 

Her muscles bunched, then extended, driving her close.

 

The smell of the creature’s submission lent her strength, transforming the draining pain of her hunger into her pounce.

 

And then the very air lay empty.

 

Where . . . ?

 

No spoor on the mud. No scent on the breeze. No thud of panicked hooves in the ear.

 

Utterly gone.

 

From where would her feast come now?

 

Yet not all scent had vanished.

 

Behind her, a fresh aroma threaded the night: musty, dry, a whisper of fear.

 

She, the hunter, was hunted. The knowledge shivered through her empty belly.

 

 

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A faint glow pulsed from the Far-Seeing Eye, and Sky welcomed the chance to stop rubbing her temples and look at her first location for patrol.

 

She picked up the circle of normally-milky glass and peered into it. The misty depths had cleared, revealing…the foot of her own stairs?

 

She frowned and shook it. The Eye had never done that before.

 

Grimacing, Sky stood and drew on her faded green summer-weight anorak, stuffing the disc of glass into a hidden inner pocket and tucking Ram’s jumble of amulets down her shirt. She checked her glamour in the mirror—yes, still the ordinary brown skin and brown eyes of a mid-thirty-ish East Indian woman; no odd blue eyes or furred, plume-like tail to be seen—and grumbled to herself as she exited the flat and headed for the stairs.

 

Because of the twisty nature of the stairwell, Sky almost ran into the girl standing at the base, frowning down at a slip of paper in her hand. A slight, dark-haired teenager with a pretty face, possibly Japanese heritage. Ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with some rock band or another, heavy satchel over one shoulder.

 

Sky knew her instantly.

 

The girl looked up and her eyes widened. “You!”

 

Sky tried to school her shock into something calmer. She had never thought she’d see this child again.

 

Not after what they’d been through, merely three weeks before.

 

“What are you doing here?” Sky asked, her mind racing. At the back of her head, a thought began to flash, a reminder of the Wynd law she had just read. The rules she had broken with this very human girl. And now, a sudden, serendipitous opportunity to fix things.

 

With Wynd magic, serendipity should always be highly suspect.

 

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Author Biography:

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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She Came With the Tide by @ViviMackade #romance #suspense #books


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Title She Came With The Tide

Author  Viviana MacKade

Genre Contemporary Romance with a dash of Suspense

 

Book Blurb

Andrea

 

I stopped breathing a long time ago.

 

I was taken into a cult when I was ten, married to the leader’s son at 20.

 

I learned to fear independence, so I stayed.

 

Day after day after day.

 

Until I couldn’t anymore.

 

So I started running and kept running because he’s after me.

 

Afraid, alone, hungry, but free.

 

Until a stranger offered me breakfast. And I said yes.

 

 

Erik

The thing I can do best? Living. Hard and to the fullest.

 

The world had screamed my name, and I lived it all until I got tired of it.

 

Bought a surf board, a house in my sandy hometown, and started another great life.

 

Young, rich, and totally free had been working like a charm.

 

Until I saw that blue tent on the beach.

 

And my life changed again.

 

 

Excerpt

Chapter 1

 

Crescent Creek, South Florida, May

 

“Well.” Erik Axelsson wiped salty water from his face. “Look what the tide dragged in.”

 

Nestled in the dunes edging his property, the little blue tent sure hadn’t been there when he’d gone out surfing earlier that morning. With his board under his arm, he walked out of the ocean toward the uninvited guest.

 

Erik cringed, praying it wasn’t for one of those crappy TV shows like Where Did The Star Go or something. He had worked hard at building a normal life, and it had been years since the press had bothered him. Yet a nostalgic willing to stand the heat for a picture of Ax had shown up before.

 

“Knock knock,” Erik called out as he reached the tent.

 

When nothing happened, he drove the surfboard in the hot sand with a forceful swing and a chuckle. Whoever hid inside the camping igloo was too hung-over or too stoned to wake up. Each representing a better reason to be in such crappy shelter, on a Floridian beach, on a late May morning, than poking at his past glory. Must be at least three hundred degrees inside.

 

He grabbed a tent pole, shook it. The old thing shuddered like a leaf in a hurricane. “Rise and shine,” he sing-songed.

 

Someone moved. Then came the voice. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

 

“A girl?” he mouthed before shaking his head.

 

Erik brushed his palm over prickling shoulders as the angry sun hit, leaving only salt where ocean drops had been a few minutes before. He revered in that roasting pleasure, in the blues of the sky and water surrounding him. Entertained by his unplanned guest, he pulled his dripping, long hair into a messy bun. A good day for surfing, waves still crashed on the shoreline. The rumble must have hidden the croaky noise of the tent’s zipper because when he looked down at the entrance, he found two huge brown eyes staring at him. An echo of lifetimes ago, distant, feeble, poked at him. The feeling had dwelled into his heart after his parents had died and now lingered on her delicate features. Fear.

 

The girl took a breath, clenched her teeth, and crawled out. She rose on all of her five feet six or so. “Who–” she cleared her throat. “Who are you?”

 

Okay. He did not expect the question. The whole world knew Ax and the Hurricanes. He’d spent ten years of his life on everybody’s mouth, eyes and above all, ears. Newspapers. TV. Concerts. And the girl asked who he was. Surprise shadowed the male appreciation of the woman in front of him. For now. He’ll so be back at it.

 

“I think the question is, who are you?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

“A camper.”

 

“Well, camper, your tent is on my property, in case you missed that,” he said, pointing at the Private Property notice on the berm not far from her den. The rusty, barely visible, Pisa-tower-bend sign. He should invest some money into a new one. “My house’s back there, anyway.”

 

She turned around, took those details in. “Oh.”

 

All right, calculus time. A girl, alone, in an old tent. Add a black bag he’d peeked to with clothes in it, plus that look in her eyes. The result? Trouble. “All right. You hungry?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

 

 

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Author Biography

Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

 

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Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliff Novel) by @SpookyMrsGreen #werewolf #vampire #ASMSG


The Redcliffe novels series follow the adventures of bookshop owner Jessica Stone as she meets a man and falls in love, only to discover the hidden werewolf secrets of her close friends. Who knew the Cornish coast could be so deadly?

 

 Love Hurts (A Redcliffe Novel) is about a young woman
who runs a bookshop in Cornwall with her best friend. She falls in love with a
local police detective and later discovers that he is a vampire, and that his
identical twin brother is a werewolf. She is dragged into their complicated and
dangerous lives, to her detriment, where secrets are told and lives are lost…

 

 
 
Love Kills (A Redcliffe Novel) is book 2 in the developing Redcliffe series. In the quiet Cornish seaside town of Redcliffe,Jessica Stone recovers from an horrific werewolf attack and comes to terms with revelations that her lover, Jack Mason, is a vampire, his brother, Danny, the werewolf pack leader, and her best friend, Simon, is a werewolf.  Add to that her discovery that she is a witch, and life is suddenly a whole lot harder than it used to be. Jessica has to fight for her own life and Jack’s when faced with his jealous vampire master who wants her old lover back. But things are never easy, and a vampire master is not so easy to defeat…

 

 
 
Love Redeems (A Redcliffe Novel). Life has changed forever in Redcliffe, Cornwall. Jessica Stone used to be a normal, happy human. Now she is an angry, conflicted and confused witch. It all happened when she met Detective Jack Mason and his identical twin brother Danny. Jessica almost died twice, fell into a love triangle, and she became a murderer. Now she faces the ultimate challenge as she continues the fight to save the man she loves, while simultaneously struggling with her lust for his werewolf brother and their vampire friend. Can she survive, or will love finally end her life completely?

 

 
 
Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliffe Novel). Jessica Stone used to be a normal human. Then she fell in love with a vampire, met his identical twin werewolf brother, and her life fell apart spectacularly. Meeting Detective Jack Mason, and his brother Danny, brought about a powerful change, and Jessica’s magic was released. Now, in Redcliffe book 4, she must learn to control her ethereal animal familiar, who lusts after the alpha werewolf, and will stop at nothing to use her human mistress as a tool… Or is that a weapon?

 

 

The Redcliffe novels are widely available in paperback and ebook formats from UK bookshops, your local library (UK only), and online with retailers including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and more. See buy links HERE.

 

 

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Kiss of Magic Romance series by @maryleoauthor #romance #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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I’m so excited to read this whole series… ~ Mrs. N

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 1

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. There’s just one catch – Jackie’s first couple is a test!

 

Will Jackie Cupid turn misbegotten lovers around in time to keep her powers? Or will her magic become a stardust memory?

 

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 1 includes Jackie Cupid’s First Love, and It’s Written in the Stars.

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

It startled her so much that Jackie shot the arrow at no particular target. When she followed its trajectory, Eros Kostopoulos, who had appeared out of thin air, caught it with his right hand like some Marvel Superhero. Completely blown away by his catch, she watched as Eros, the sweet older Greek owner of the archery range, with graying hair and a round belly, morphed into a some sort of half human, half bird creature and sprouted wings . . . real, honest to goodness, full-body-sized, white-feathered wings. His clothes disappeared and he was left with a leather Tarzan type of loincloth revealing the body of a Greek god.

 

Any other mortal might have decided it was time to bug out, that this bird-man might be a threat, or at the very least, blow fire in her face, nevertheless Jackie was more curious than afraid.

 

Call her crazy, but Jackie didn’t exactly appreciate the distraction, especially on her birthday. She’d paid good money for her time inside the range, and this creature, as magnificent as he might be, was usurping her precious minutes.

 

“Mr. Kostopoulos? Is that you?”

 

Jackie stood perfectly still for a moment, while the god spread his wings, knocking over anything and everything that got in their way, including all the heavy lane barriers as if they were as light as cotton balls. His wingspan had to be a good twelve feet from tip to tip, and the Greek god stood well over six feet tall, maybe somewhere in the range of six foot five inches. He wore a perfect, blond-wooden bow over his right shoulder, along with a soft quiver filled with only two arrows. His curly dark hair almost sparkled with natural silkiness, and his skin seemed perfectly smooth. He looked a bit like the statue of David, only with wings.

 

“I am Eros, god of Love,” he roared, the ground shaking once again, rattling everything around her until pictures, equipment, and bottled drinks in the vending machine began popping from their moorings and crashing to the floor.

 

Jackie wasn’t having any of it. She didn’t care what kind of beatific title he had, he needed to move out of the way or leave, whichever he preferred, so she could take her shot. She’d been practicing long and hard for this moment.

 

“Nice to meet you, Eros, god of Love, I’m Jackie, goddess of this room, and if you don’t mind, you’re spoiling my private birthday party. Do you think you can appear somewhere else, because I only have this place for another hour before the lights go out.”

 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he bellowed, his head tilting, looking as curious as a puppy.

 

“Should I be?”

 

“Yes. I am all-powerful. I am magical. I am Eros, the god of—”

 

“Love, I know. If you’re the god of Love, there’s no reason for me to be afraid, right? So instead, I’m just annoyed. Look, as I said, it’s my birthday and I’m here alone. No love for me, get it? So unless you’re going to shoot one of your arrows out of a window at some great guy who’s going to fall madly in love with me, you’re just wasting my time. Now, if you don’t mind . . .” And she made a gesture for him to move out of her line of fire.

 

“I am here to tell you your true identity. Is it not important to you?”

 

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Author Biography:

USA Today bestselling author, Mary Leo, grew up in an Italian family on the Southside of Chicago where pasta and debate were the main staples of everyday life. She writes about magical romances, cowboys, and fun mysteries.

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 2

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 2 includes Romancing Rudy Raindear, and Loving Hamilton Winchester.

 

Romancing Rudy Raindear:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

North Pole, Maine is a curious town where Christmas is celebrated all year long, and where December 24th is marked with a visit from the big man himself.

 

Unfortunately, Rudy Raindear, the last descendant who can run Santa’s favorite bakery, Sugar Plums, no longer believes in Christmas and has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List. Rudy’s red nose proves it. That is until Jenny Bells, secret helper to Mrs. Claus, takes on the challenge of teaching Rudy just what being good is all about. And with a little help from Jackie Cupid, the plucky Cupid with attitude, Jenny and Rudy better buckle up. When Jackie gets involved, almost anything can happen.    

 

Loving Hamilton Winchester:

All Hamilton Winchester ever wanted was Gaby Venti, but Gaby Venti never wanted to be tied down to any man . . . especially not to Hamilton, the father of her unborn baby. When she shows up at the Winchester cabin in Plymouth Rock, Colorado wanting Hamilton to sign a document that he disagrees with, Hamilton decides to take matters into his own hands by asking for a little heavenly intervention from his grandfather . . . his deceased grandfather.

 

Soon Jenny Cupid arrives, wielding her special Cupid magic and Gaby finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of emotions for Hamilton she simply can’t shake . . . or can she?

 

Will a magical snowbound weekend be enough to convince Gaby that being tied down with Hamilton is exactly what she’s wanted all along? Or will she emerge from the enchantment, and walk away from the one man she has always secretly loved?

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

When Eros appeared in front of her, gone were his magnificent wings, his nearly naked perfectly chiseled body and his Tarzan-like loincloth. Instead, he was dressed like a Christmas Elf, complete with pointy shoes, a green suit, a strange hat, and he stood all of four-feet tall.

 

He must have felt her shock because he said, “It was the only way I could get Santa’s attention and I thought I would blend in better looking like this.”

 

“You blend in like an elephant,” Jackie told him as he pulled out the chair across from her at the small table along the windows. At once a young boy stopped to wave, and Eros, being the kind god that Jackie knew him to be, waved back.

 

“What a sweet child. He will grow up to be a pediatric surgeon. He will marry his childhood sweetheart, they will live right here in this town, have three children and he will save the lives of countless other children.”

 

“How do you know this?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Fine, so you’re a god and you have magical powers. I had no idea you could see that far into the future. What about free will? I thought that was the one variable that couldn’t be determined.”

 

“It can not, but I can still see what will happen if a human chooses wisely, and he will choose wisely. He has loving and supportive parents, and his sweetheart will guide him in the direction of his innate talents.”

 

“Will I ever be able to see someone’s future?” Jackie wanted to know.

 

“You already see the future of your assigned soulmates. Is that not enough?”

 

“Not when I can see so much more.”

 

“When you get your wings, you will be able to see these things, but not before.”

 

“I would ask you when that will be, but you’ll just give me a nebulous answer.”

 

“Your wings depend on your successes, and so far, you are batting a thousand, as humans like to say.”

 

“I’ve been fortunate. Getting the potential lovers together that you have given me have been easy. I need a real challenge to sink my teeth into, so to speak.”

 

“Then you will like this new challenge. Not only is Rudy Raindear trying to do something that will certainly destroy this festive town, but he is lying to his grandfather, the owner of this establishment. He will lie to the woman he is destined for, and worst of all, Rudy has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List, as you will see this evening when we meet again at Yule Tide’s. It is a tavern in town where Rudy and his friends will meet.”

 

Jackie sucked in a breath, as her hand shot up to her mouth. She knew for certain that in the Magic World she now dwelled in, getting on Santa’s Naughty List was tantamount to being shunned by all your friends, being turned out into the cold without a coat . . . or even worse, being identified as having a cold heart.

 

“I asked for an assignment that was difficult, not impossible.”

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 3

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 3 includes A Christmas in Time, and The Ghost of Dillon Spencer.

 

A Christmas In Time:

Kris Timekeeper would like nothing more than to rekindle his failing marriage this Christmas, but being Santa’s Master-magical Clockmaker comes with a downside. After several months of endless work on Santa’s clock, he and his beloved wife have separated. Kris may be able to save Christmas Eve for Santa, but will he have enough time to save his marriage with the only woman he’s ever loved?

 

Noelle Timekeeper reluctantly agrees to spend one last Christmas with Kris in Merry, PA, his quirky new hometown. She’s brought along their young daughter, Annabelle, and her very pregnant pooch, Holly. Despite all the hype about Santa’s magical clock and how it can stop time, Noelle can’t seem to let her guard down long enough to allow Kris back into her heart. That is until Jackie Cupid shows up with some timely magic of her own. Once Noelle is stung by Jackie’s charm, she finally takes the time to understand what makes Kris tick . . .

 

Will Kris and his magical clock be able to save not only Christmas, but his marriage to Noelle as well?

 

Only time will tell.

 

The Ghost Of Dillon Spencer:

Uptight–but ever so sexy–billionaire Dillon Spencer, gets a second chance at love when his own ghostly spirit takes up residency in his hotel room at the historic and haunted Hotel Colorado in the trendy town of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. Along with several more notorious and opinionated ghosts, Dillon attempts to convince a skeptical Hilly Thompson, his enchanting and very much alive assistant, that true love can break through any dimension.

 

Hilly doesn’t believe in spirits, ghosts or anything that smacks of the hereafter. Hell, she can barely get through her own life let alone someone else’s afterlife. So when Dillon tries to convince her that he’s really a great guy trapped in some heavenly limbo, she’s skeptical and resistant until he gets help from Jackie Cupid, who knows his true heart’s desire. Soon, Hilly is falling for this translucent Dillon, but will it be enough to keep him from joining the ranks of the other ghosts that haunt the historical hotel?

 

It’s a risk luminous Dillon is willing to take.

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 4

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 4 includes The Lone Cowboy of Starlight Bend, and The Fortuneteller’s Valentine.

 

The Lone Cowboy Of Starlight Bend:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

Jolie Shepherd didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. So when she accepts an open invitation for a visit to Starlight Bend, Montana from her best friend, Jolie expects to pass most of the holiday season holed up inside a rustic cabin, not playing cowgirl with quite possibly the most adorable cowboy in the entire state.

 

Red Weisman is a man who prefers to ride alone . . . that is until he meets Jolie Shepherd. Once they team up to grant a Christmas wish for a needy child, something magical happens between them. Problem is they come from totally different worlds. But with Santa’s help, and a little pinch from Jackie Cupid and her magical stars, all they have to do is believe in the magic of their deepest Christmas wish, and everything will work out . . . or will it?

 

 

The Fortuneteller’s Valentine:

When a fortuneteller’s prediction begins to come true, Rose Candi dismisses it as a coincidence, but when a past estranged boyfriend shows up reminding her of the love she once felt for him, Rose can’t help wondering if that fortuneteller had true magical powers.

 

Maximilian Rosso hadn’t seen Rose in ten years, and in those ten years Rose had grown into a stunning beauty who now owned part of a popular bar and restaurant in San Diego. But Max is a wanderer who can’t stay in one place . . . or can he? If Jackie Cupid, a meddlesome love bomb, has anything to do with it, those wandering days Max has been so fond of may be coming to an abrupt end.

 

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Tempted by Mr. Wrong by USA Today Bestseller @JacqBiggar #mgtab #romanticsuspense #romance


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Title: Tempted by Mr. Wrong

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

 

Falling for her step-brother is a mistake T.J. doesn’t want to repeat, but one look into those sapphire blue eyes and she’s ready to give him whatever he wants.

 

Tammy-Jo Hawthorne’s marriage was floundering, but she never expected her husband to make her the laughing stock of Magnolia.

 

And she definitely didn’t expect to trip over him in their front yard after he’d been murdered.

 

Jason McIntyre was forced out of his home and the love of his life by the man who’d haunted his nightmares for ten long years.

 

Now Jason’s back–and he wants revenge.

 

Excerpt:

Tammy-Jo stood out of the way, huddled into Jason’s leather jacket, and watched the black and white film playing out before her eyes. It had to be a movie, right? There wasn’t really a horde of police and emergency response crews trampling Tim’s shrubs. The flashlight beams bouncing off men and trees and the body of her husband lying like a discarded sack on the wet ground was like something out of a murder mystery.

 

He’d hate that, getting dirt on his good power suit.

 

Tim took fastidiousness to a whole new level. It was normal for him to change two, sometimes three, times a day. He couldn’t stand having the slightest crease in his clothes. She looked at his muddied form and shuddered.

 

Tim was dead.

 

Jason had told her he’d been shot. Who would do such a thing? Why? The shock kicked in and her teeth began to chatter. She sank to the ground. What was happening? Someone shone a flashlight right in her eyes. She flinched as though from a physical blow.

 

Her life had imploded. She may have wished Tim dead after the stunts he’d pulled, but she didn’t mean in the literal sense. A harsh laugh escaped, one that turned into a sob, and then the tears started and she couldn’t shut them off. It was all too much. Horrible, wrenching pain swept through the walls of her chest and seemed to rip her ribs wide open. She wrapped her arms to hold herself together and hung on, rocking back and forth like a child seeking solace.

 

“Tammy-Jo, stop now. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

 

Jason’s voice penetrated the fog some minutes, or maybe even hours, later. She lifted her aching head and looked at him, dazed. He crouched before her, empathy turning his eyes cobalt.

 

He gently tucked the lank hair hanging in her face behind her ear. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you somewhere warm.”

 

He stood and reached down to help her to her feet, catching her against his body when she stumbled. “Can you walk?”

 

Just then the coroner’s van pulled into her driveway.

 

How’d they get the gate open?

 

Oh, God, they’re taking him to the morgue. I need to call his family.

 

Daddy. The random thoughts flitted through her head, poking at the migraine flirting behind her right eye.

 

Then another horrifying consideration came to mind. She froze and stared up at Jason, everything inside of herself begging him to say no. “Do I have to follow them? Identify his body?” There wasn’t enough Prozac in South Carolina to prepare her to walk into a morgue.

 

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Jacquie Biggar

 

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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. 🙂

 

 

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Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three) by @valerieullmer #ParanormalRomance #shifter


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Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three)

 

By Valerie Ullmer

 

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

[ Blurb ]

Half-human, half-shifter.

Xander has secretly yearned for a mate for most of his immortal existence, and yet after three of his friends found exactly what he’s always wanted, he’d come to believe that he’d missed his chance at happiness.

Until he heard her voice.

Frost is a wildlife biologist and tracker and she has been assigned, despite her adamant protests, to lead mercenaries into the mountains of Snowfall, Colorado for the sole purpose of killing immortal shifters.  In order to protect those who have no idea the kind of danger they are in, she agrees.  As she leads the armed men on a wild chase around the snow-covered pines, she could sense that she was running out of time.

Until she heard his voice.

Xander understands exactly who Frost is the moment he hears her thoughts.  With the help of Kane and Gunnar, they eliminate those in her group as they try to keep her safe.  But during the fight, she is hurt and all of his protective instincts flare to life.  As Xander learns more about her, he realizes that Frost might be the key to the creation of the immortals, both vampire and shifter.

But when she becomes a target from those who want to destroy the Dark Company and Xander’s family, how far will he go to save her?

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[ Excerpt ]

Xander froze when he heard a feminine voice carry over to him, she sounded closer than she had been even a few moments before.  He should have sensed her coming closer.  But the only question on his mind was why she was tagging along with a group of mercenaries.  He heard the voice again, a tinny version of her voice, and for a long moment he couldn’t understand the words.  Until she stepped forward.

No, no.  Not that way.  Not that way.

Something warmed his chest as he heard her in his head as clearly as they were speaking aloud.  A familiarity washed over him and he felt connected to this woman in an elemental way.  A feeling a peace settled over him.  He knew this was the first time he’d ever heard her voice.  He was so stunned and happy that he didn’t even question how they were able to mind link.

Can either of you hear the woman’s thoughts?

Woman?  Gunnar sounded confused.

Kane’s reply was quick and clipped.  No.

Hello?

 

Hello?

Xander tried to get her attention.  Can you hear me?

He held his breath when he heard her distinct gasp, knowing that their mind link worked.  His chest filled with dread at the thought that she gave herself away, until he heard her next words.

“I spotted a grizzly bear in the trees to the west.  Sorry, I startled him and he ran off.”

For long seconds, the men in the clearing stared at the woman before they were ordered to keep searching.

Xander stood close enough that he could see her curves underneath the heavy white parka.  And having the worst timing in the world, Xander felt his body react.  He took a deep, cleansing breath of sharp mountain air that instantly cooled his overheated body.

Yes, I can hear you.  These men, seven in total, are looking for immortals.  They have been contracted by my boss at U.S. Fish and Wildlife to kill them.  Apparently, the immortals are supposed to become animals.  Can you help me without hurting yourself?  They are heavily armed.

Xander was taken completely by surprise.  She didn’t question their connection but instead relayed vital information that he would need.  He could also start to feel her emotions.  She wasn’t scared, just determined.  He could hear her heart beating at a fast rate and her breathing strained from either the hike up the mountain or the tension in the air.  He watched as she subtly shifted her head around as she searched for him, unable to spot him in the trees.

We can help.  I’m going to communicate with my team and we’ll take out the men.  Are you okay with that?

 

Yes, I know they are paid mercenaries and I’m mad that they killed a wolf two days ago for no other reason than they wanted to shoot something.

 

What’s your name?

 

Frost.

 

Frost, I’m Xander.  When I tell you to run, run south.  Okay?

 

Yes, I understand.

Xander relayed the conversation he had with Frost.  We are going to have to kill them, there’s no other way around it.  They couldn’t have a threat looming over them, especially if one escaped and brought in a stronger, more trained group of mercenaries.  Although they could easily defeat any group of fighters, keeping their existence a secret was crucial.  The more humans that knew about them, the bigger the danger it posed.

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Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She’s addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Close to the Skin by @ZaraWestAuthor Spotlight + $50 AMZ GC #Giveaway! #RomanticSuspense


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Title  Close to the Skin

Author  Zara West

Genre Romantic Suspense

Publisher Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb 

Never back down, never turn your back, and never fall in love. Head of a multi-million dollar criminal enterprise, Vernon Newell doesn’t let family ties or misplaced sympathy get in his way. But there is one chink in his armor—Sirena Patras, the beautiful young Greek girl he seduced and deserted eight years ago.

 

 

When Vernon discovers that Bella Bell, a prospering tattoo artist in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, is actually Sirena, he sets out to woo and to win her. Despite her attraction to the fabulously sexy man, Bella wants nothing to do with a hard-headed, ruthless criminal.

 

 

But when threatening messages start arriving, and Vernon disappears, Bella must choose to abandon the man she loves or risk her life to save him.

 

 

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Excerpt

The man was dead.

 

Her brother had killed him in front of her eyes.

 

Or had it all been a lie?

 

If anyone knew what was going on it would be Vernon. She moved back into the living room and peered out the window. The sky was still dark. The street light still burned. Dare she call him? He’d think she’d capitulated. Wanted him.

 

She dropped the curtain and straightened her shoulders. She wanted him all right. She wanted answers. She wanted to know why dead men were calling her and threatening notes appeared in her mail.

 

Hands shaking, she punched in Vernon’s cell number. It rang once. Twice. She imagined him holding her, kissing her. His low, rumbling voice whispering in her ear. No, she couldn’t talk to him. Not yet. She was still addicted to the man.

 

She tapped the phone off and curled back up on the sofa. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she’d send him an e-mail—a nicely worded formal request.

 

At that moment, the phone in her hand rang. Vernon returning her call? She hesitated. Then flicked it on.

 

A low pitched voice spoke through heavy static. “Does Vernon know what you did?” A frisson of fear crept down her spine and burrowed deep into her core. She tossed the cell phone onto the floor and buried herself under the silk shawls, struggling to breathe.

 

Forget all the reasons why Vernon was the wrong man for her. She needed him. She needed him now.

 

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Zara West loves all things dark, scary, and heart-stopping as long as they lead to true love. Born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Zara spends winters in New York where the streets hum with life, summers in the Maritimes where the sea can be cruel, and the rest of the year anywhere inspiration for tales of suspense, mystery, and romance are plentiful.

 

Swept off her feet by her own Indiana Jones, Zara has followed sheep and goats up and down mountainsides in Greece, Crete, and Italy, been stranded on the banks of the Rhine with no money and one chocolate bar, and while she has never been kidnapped, she has been abandoned on an island in the middle of the wilderness for longer than she wants to remember.

 

A member of RWA, Zara has won numerous awards for her short stories and novels. Close to the Skin was a first winner in the 2016 Pages from the Heart for romantic suspense.

 

 

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Enter the Danger Zone — Protecting Her Pigg by @Melissa_Keir #RomanticSuspense #books


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Title: Protecting Her Pigg in The Danger Zone Box Set

 

Author: Melissa Keir along with Jennifer Lowery, Jude Ouvrard, Lyssa Layne, RaeAnne Hadley and D’Ann Lindun

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense; Anthology/Box Set

 

Book Blurb:

Enter THE DANGER ZONE with Melissa Keir, Jennifer Lowery, Jude Ouvrard, Lyssa Layne, RaeAnne Hadley and D’Ann Lindun

 

Seven sexy stories sure to have your heart pounding as you hold on for the ride of your life.

 

Protecting Her Pigg by Melissa Keir

Arson and fire bring them together, but what will cause the most damage…the arsonist bent on revenge, or their own stubborn ways?

 

Hard Core by Jennifer Lowery

His job is to take lives. Her job is to save them.

 

Not Afraid To Love You by Jude Ouvrard

Escaping a life that nearly destroyed her soul, Lilly struggles to cope with the aftermath of an abusive relationship. Can her high school crush, Lennox, release her heart from its cage?

 

Fear of Striking Out-by Lyssa Layne

Baseball player Tate James and beautiful Mia Tomko are an unlikely pair that can’t deny their attraction to one another. When someone from both of their pasts arrives, will it tear them apart or make them closer?

 

Shadows by RaeAnne Hadley

What you can’t see might kill you.

 

Desert Heat by D’Ann Lindun

All Mike Malone wants is to run his Arizona guest ranch in peace, but a dead man changes everything. Mallory James traces her missing father to buried treasure, but can she trust her heart to the man who found his body?

 

 

Giveaway:

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Excerpt:

When the call came, I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and quickly left for the crime scene. I’d constantly felt I needed to be tougher and better than everyone else, especially as a girl in a man’s world. I didn’t want any person to second-guess why I’d been given the job. No one could accuse me of nepotism.

 

Arriving on the scene, the smell of smoke with the tang of gasoline assaulted my lungs. The building was a total loss. It bothered me to see something once so beautiful destroyed.

 

“Sir, you can’t be here,” the officer I’d assigned to the perimeter yelled.

 

Turning toward the commotion, I witnessed a tall, dark-haired man storming toward me with violence in his approach. Sizing up the advancing danger, I threw my shoulders back and met the man halfway.

 

“This is my building. Who are you, and what do you know so far?” His gravel voice caused goose bumps to form on my skin.

 

“I’m sorry, Mr…?” Up close, the man took my breath away. His features weren’t “pretty boy” beautiful, but striking. Chiseled chin, full lips, slightly curved nose. Must have been broken at one time.

 

“Pigg, Lucas Pigg. And you are?”

 

Caught staring at his lips, I almost missed the question. “I’m Lily O’Neill, chief arson investigator. We don’t know much so far. I’ve only begun my investigation. This wasn’t an accident. It was set with gasoline as the accelerant. The smell is noticeable. I have some questions for you. I’d like to meet you in my office to talk.” No matter how good-looking, Mr. Pigg was my first suspect.

 

“You can’t think I did this.” Anger tinged his voice.

 

Even with my small stature, I wasn’t about to back down. Stepping closer, our gazes met and tempers flared.

 

“Look, Mr. Pigg.” My own voice grew louder, like a barking dog defending its territory. “Everyone’s a suspect until they’re eliminated. I’m looking forward to asking you some questions. You may want to bring your lawyer.”

 

His eyes narrowed. “Fine. I’ll meet you in your office.”

 

With his declaration, I turned toward the scene and sought out the fire chief. No man’s going to stop me from doing my job.

 

 

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Melissa Keir

 

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Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a racecar driver. She doesn’t believe in down time and is always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a movie reviewer with WHMI (a local radio station), owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

 

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Confession: I Broke Two Cardinal Writing Rules and I’m Glad #ASMSG #IARTG #Paranormal


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I admit it, guilty as charged. My name is Mrs. N, one-half of the bestselling N. N. Light, and I broke the first rule in writing: never write about yourself or real life in a novel. The truth is I am happy I did both and here’s why. I was inspired to write Princess of the Light through a chance encounter with a homeless man.

 

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I first got the idea for our debut novel one chilly morning back in 2012. It was a cold wintry morning and I was walking to the grocery store. I happened to look across the street and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. A homeless man was sitting on a curb next to the gas station. He wasn’t holding a sign or asking for money. His eyes were closed and his head was uplifted to the sky. There was such a contented and happy look in his weathered face. It took my breath away.

 

I wondered how he became homeless and if there was some way I could help him. I continued on with my day but my thoughts were filled with him and his plight. Who is he? Could I help him?

 

As the days and months passed, I saw him every day. He kept to himself and never begged for money. Instead, he walked the length of our town. Yes, he walked the length of the town. Every time I saw him, I nodded and said good morning. The simple act of kindness didn’t seem like a big deal to me but to him, it was as if I had given him the sun. I started leaving food and clothing for him. The more kindness I showed, the happier he appeared.

 

Rule #1: Never write about real life in fiction

 

I knew in my heart it was my calling to tell his story. He isn’t some nameless face; he’s someone’s son, brother, grandson, uncle, father, husband, and/or friend. If I had the power, I would be his protector and free him from the darkness keeping him prisoner. He would no longer be the forgotten man.

 

I made a promise to myself to donate part of the proceeds to food banks if our book got published. I am keeping my promise and through our marketing, people are donating to food banks on their own.

 

My motto for our book and for my life is spread the Light. It doesn’t matter to me what your spiritual beliefs are for everyone has the Light inside them. Spreading the Light comes in many forms but it starts with being kind.

 

Rule #2: Never write about yourself, especially when it comes to love and romance.

 

I wrote about my own love story with Mr. N. Gasp! I know you’re in shock and hoping I brought smelling salts. Stick with me for a moment and let me explain. The romantic story between Mary and Joe is simply based on my own love story.

 

I met Mr. N back in 2001. We actually met online in a Buffy the Vampire Slayer yahoo group and hit it off right away. We both adore Buffy and it was one of many things we had in common. We started out as friends but soon it blossomed into love. Through some uphill battles and insecurities on my part, I broke his heart not once but twice. It pains me to admit it but the second time around, I was truly cruel.

 

I thought it was over and I had moved on. I joined another Buffy yahoo group in 2003 and as fate would have it, Mr. N was there. Is the Universe trying to tell me something? He and I got to talking one night off-list. I asked for forgiveness and he granted it. We took it turtle-slow and before I knew what happened, I was in love with him. I mean, true love (the hills are alive with the sound of music) and my walls came tumbling down.

 

POL wedding

 

Long story short, I moved up north and married him in 2004. A few weeks ago, we celebrated our thirteenth wedding anniversary. Every day, I thank my lucky stars he forgave me and loves me unconditionally. This is my love story and every time I tell it (or Mr. N tells it), people swoon and say how utterly romantic it is. So I incorporated our love story into Princess of the Light.

 

Giving the rules a heave-ho allows writers the freedom to create irresistible stories.

 

Sometimes breaking the rules is needed to tell a really great story. I hope you will see how weaving real life with fantasy makes for an irresistible book. More writers should rebel like me and add dashes of real life into their stories.

 

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Title: Princess of the Light

 

Author: N. N. Light

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

 

 

Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Excerpt:

Marie furrowed her brow and softly interrupted, “André is the Walking Man?”

 

I looked at Marie and asked, “You’ve heard of him?”

 

Marie nodded. “Of course. He is a staple of the Downtown area. There are a few groups I’m affiliated with that hand out food and clothing to those in need. He never comes to these events so I leave them by the area where he sleeps.” She paused, thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe that it is André.”

 

Joe cleared his throat and looked at his father. “What happened to André?”

 

Alfred sighed and after a moment said, “It really was the fault of that witch he was married to. She and her family treated him horribly. She was a gold digger and all she cared about was money and the prestige.”

 

Marie interrupted Alfred by saying, “I remember her. She was so mean to André and all she cared about was looking rich. Wealth is a gift—she just wanted it for a toy. She treated André so badly… and his mother-in-law was the worst. She would put him down all the time. In front of other people, no less.”

 

Alfred continued, “André was a good man and worked hard. He was working on a big project for the city. He worked night and day on the project and told me it was going to put Golden Lake on the map.

 

“He absolutely adored his daughter, too. I remember that clearly. She was his everything.” Alfred paused, apparently lost in his thoughts. With a sigh he said, “There was a scandal with the project, though, and André got fired. Soon after, Dara left him, took Katherine with her and André fell apart. He started drinking heavily and, without his daughter, his life fell apart.”

 

Joe looked at me and I fought to keep from throwing my hand over my mouth. There was purple fire in his eyes and I felt his anger. I already knew the story of André and I tried to smile at him.

 

I smelled burning flesh. Joe flashed in full armor fighting demons with a golden sword.

 

I gasped at the vision and brought my hand to my chest in shock feeling the key necklace, before I could stop the physical reaction. The necklace weighed heavily as did my heart. He would be fighting at my side soon.

 

Marie asked, “Are you okay, dear?”

 

Joe turned to look at his mother. He nodded and only said, “I never knew any of this.”

 

Alfred continued, “I am sorry, son, but you asked for the truth. This is what I know. André was sleeping at the office and drinking all the time. He was supposed to give a presentation to a client and was drunk. He got into a scuffle with his boss and rumor has it, André punched him.”

 

I feigned shock and said, “Oh my!”

 

Than is to blame. I don’t know how I know or what happened but I vow to the Lord that I will make Than pay, thought Joe.

 

I choked and almost spit out my drink. I just heard Joe’s thoughts! I had to set him straight and right away.

 

I cleared my throat and said awkwardly, “Joe, I think I left something in the car.”

 

Joe looked at me with eyebrows raised. “Excuse me, we’ll be right back,” I said with a smile.

 

I walked outside and knew that Joe was right behind me. When I reached the car, I whirled and said in a stern tone, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

 

Joe stopped mid-step and said, “What are you talking about, Mary?”

 

I ran into his arms and whispered, “You cannot take on Than by yourself! I heard your thoughts in there. Now, I don’t know how you know that it was Than who drove André to punching his boss but please promise me that you will not get revenge.”

 

I paused to catch my breath and remembered what Gabriel told me. “Joe, in order to defeat the darkness and not become dark ourselves, we need to have a pure heart. We are filled with the Light and our motives must always be to speak the Truth and spread the Light.”

 

Joe took several deep breaths while he held me. He stroked my hair and whispered, “I’m sorry, my angel. I didn’t mean to frighten you and you are right. It was just a momentary thought.”

 

I lifted my head and locked eyes with Joe. Tears filled my eyes but I was determined. I bit at my top lip and then whispered, “Promise me you won’t put yourself in harm’s way.” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

 

Joe wiped at them and said in a deep, reassuring tone, “I promise, Mary. I promise I won’t be a hothead and I won’t be rash.” Then, he laid his forehead on mine and whispered, “Please don’t cry, darling. Please.”

 

I nodded and whispered, “I would die if I lost you. Than will use you to try to get to me. You are my love, my everything.” My voice cracked. “I would die if I lost you,” I repeated.

 

Joe shook my shoulders a little and looked deep into my eyes. “Listen to me, Mary, you will never lose me! Do you hear me? I am by your side now and forever.”

 

Overcome with emotion, Joe kissed me.

 

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

 

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

 

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Heroes Never Fade by Rick Haynes Spotlight + #Giveaway! #heroicfantasy #fantasy #OurAuthorGang


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Title Heroes Never Fade

Author Rick Haynes

Genre Heroic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb
In the land of Cpin the Queen has mysteriously disappeared. Discontent is spreading and the threat of civil war looms ever closer, for the Tormented King is marching towards the city.

 
Tarn obeys a command to enter the world of the magical Souls, for those close to him have been threatened.

 
The lure of gold seduces Grona to a meeting with Abastor, the leader of the Souls. His options are limited, tell no one, follow instructions or die.

 
War is inevitable, but can the combined forces of the few, oppose the host from Marathi?

 
And would any man trust the Gods to prevent the slaughter?

 

 

GIVEAWAY

From the 23rd until the 30st of August, win Rick’s first heroic fantasy novel – Evil Never Dies. To enter, all you have to do is answer an easy-peasy question in the comment section below.

 

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Excerpt

Within an hour one of the scouts returned with news.

 

“Captain, we have detained an old woman, a tinker. She says …”

 

“Enough! We will quicken our speed for I wish to question this woman myself,” Varr ordered.

 

The company galloped after the scout. The track showed signs of recent wear due to a large number of horses, but otherwise it was in fair condition. Even the decaying leaves failed to slow their progress.

 

“Greetings Captain, the prisoner is this way,” one of the scouts said.

 

“Why is she bound? Release this woman instantly,” Varr commanded. “Would you like some wine?” He asked.

 

“I prefer ale.”

 

“Give this woman a flagon, quickly man. Good, you have your ale, now, what is your name?”

 

“My name is Asagauta, but everyone calls me Asa,” the tinker replied.

 

“I understand you have some information.”

 

“What’s it worth, big … officer?”

 

Varr laughed. “I like a woman with spirit. I could cut your throat but, then I’d feel obliged to bury you, and I haven’t the time.” He saw the tinker lady shake so gave her his widest smile. “But not today Asa, for are we not friends?” Asagauta grinned showing a mouth with few teeth, before nodding rapidly.

 

“Very wise.” Varr said. “Now, you tell me what I want to know and I’ll give you two flagons of ale.”

 

“Any meat?” the words tumbled out before Asa could control them.

 

Varr nodded. “Tell me.”

 

Asagauta described Weylin’s column, where they were and how far she had travelled, but giving accurate numbers proved almost fruitless. Varr wasn’t surprised as he doubted that she could read, write, or count more than the fingers on her hands. But at least she had repeated the words ‘many many horses’ several times. From her information and on seeing the wide spread of hoof marks, he knew that his suspicions had been confirmed, he would be heavily outnumbered.

 

Asa licked each finger, and both thumbs, as she counted the ten pieces of ham. She smiled when two flagons of ale appeared, and took a quick swig from one before climbing aboard her wagon. She continued to wave as the soldiers attended to more pressing matters.

 

“Listen to me. We have a large company of heavily armed warriors ahead of us, more than we initially imagined. We should tell the king but any report would be lacking in detail and you all know what happens when the king is angry.”

 

Captain Varr looked from face to face. “I am glad to see we are of one accord, yet we must do our duty. We need information not a battle, so those ahead must be the eyes of the company. Choose those that can see like a hawk, like young Hrani.”  Varr put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Whenever you see anything that looks odd or dangerous, you raise your hand and stop the whole company. Be warned, one mistake could cost us dear, so no mistakes Hrani.”

 

 

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Rick Haynes

 

Author Biography

Hi, my name is Rick Haynes. I am an English author of heroic fantasy.

 

I also write short stories in differing genres and am an award-winning Drabblist with ‘Spectral Mornings.’ Two of my stories have been published in Scribble magazine, and another in The Portsmouth News. I was honoured to see my novels – Evil Never Dies and Heroes Never Fade – compared to the work of the great David Gemmell by three reviewers, one of which, a lovely lady, is in the Amazon top 500.

 

This is my world.

 

Ever upwards, never stopping, the staircase to the heavens awaits all those wishing to dream.

 

And all you have to do is place one foot on the first step.

 

Consider the endless possibilities, as you climb higher and higher.

 

Boredom is unknown in my time and space, for can you not see the stars sparkling bright, ready to enlighten you?

 

Is your mind ready to absorb the endless possibilities of a million words?

 

And are you ready to join me on a magical journey?

 

I will embrace you with open arms.

 

And welcome you into the world of my imagination.

 

Love and laughter.

 

Rick.

 

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To Love a Reckless Lord by @Collette_Author Special Bonus Edition #99cents #historicalromance


To Love a Reckless Lord

 

Title    To Love a Reckless Lord

Author     Collette Cameron

Genre    Historical Romance

Publisher Blue Rose Romance

 

August 13th through August 19th

 

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Book Blurb           

Conundrum of the Misses Culpepper Collection, Books 1-3

 

What would you sacrifice for the ones you love?

 

Entertaining, mesmerizing laugh-out-loud Regency Romance romps.

 

The first three full-length installments of the Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper Series featuring devilish rogues and the capricious women who capture their hearts.

 

 

Brooke: Wagers Gone Awry

 

Brooke Culpepper resigned herself to spinsterhood when she turned down the only marriage proposal she’d likely ever receive to care for her family and farm. Heath, Earl of Ravensdale is none-too-pleased to discover five young women call the estate he won and intends to sell, their home. Desperate, pauper poor, and with nowhere to go, Brooke proposes a wager. His stakes? The farm. Hers? Her virtue.

 

Blythe: Schemes Gone Amiss

 

Intrepid and outspoken, Blythe Culpepper is dragged against her will to London for a Season. To her dismay, her guardian enlists the devilishly attractive Lord Leventhorpe, the one man she detests, to assist with her Come Out. Haunted by childhood trauma, Tristan, the austere Marquis of Leventhorpe, usually avoids social gatherings. So why, against his better judgment, does he agree to aid his closest friend in presenting the Culpeppers to the ton?

 

 

Brette: Intentions Gone Astray

 

A rogue turned rector, Alexander Hawksworth, prefers soirées to sermons and parties to prayers. After unexpectedly inheriting an earldom, he determined to make the precocious and petite, Brette Culpepper, his countess—until he’s accused of murdering the previous earl. Brette adores London Society, but her world is titled on its axis when rumors circulate she’s a peer’s illegitimate granddaughter. Worse, a newly appointed guardian intends to force her into wedding an elderly lecher.

 

 

Caution: This collection contains roguish heroes, each with a secret they don’t want revealed, heroines with a penchant for getting themselves in scandalous scrapes, a pampered, near-sighted Welsh Corgi, and hysterical feminine mishaps and mayhem galore.

 

 

Buy this quick read, historical Regency romance boxed set collection for romping, emotional, and romantic adventures you won’t want to put down!

 

 

Excerpt

“Is someone at the door, Duffen? In this weather?”

 

The door swung open and revealed a striking blonde, wearing a dress as ugly and drab as the dismal day.

 

Heath’s jaw sagged.

 

Despite the atrocious grayish gown, the woman’s figure stole the air from him. Full breasts strained against the too small dress, tapering to a waist his hands could span. And from her height, he’d lay odds she possessed long, graceful legs. Legs that could wrap around his waist and…

 

Though cold to his marrow, his manhood surged with sensual awareness. He shifted his stance, grateful his long overcoat covered him to his ankles. He snapped his mouth shut. Evict this shapely beauty? Surely a monumental mistake had been made. Gainsborough couldn’t be so cold-hearted would he?

 

The woman regarded him much like a curious kitten; interest piqued, yet unsure of what to make of him. Her dark blue, almost violet, eyes glowed with humor, and a smile hovered on her plump lips. The wind teased the flaxen curls framing her oval face.

 

A dog poked its snout from beneath her skirt and issued a muffled warning.

 

“Hush, Freddy. Go inside. Shoo.”

 

She neatly stepped over the portly corgi. The bodice of her gown pulled taught exposing hardened nipples.

 

Another surge of desire jolted Heath.

 

Disturbing. Uncharacteristic this instant lust.

 

Rainwater dribbled from the hair plastered to his forehead into his eyes. He swiped the strands away to see her better.

 

The dog skulked into the house. Just barely. He plopped onto the entrance, his worried brown-eyed gaze fixed on Heath.

 

Ebénè nudged Heath, none too gently.

 

He glared at the grinning buffoon peeking around the doorframe. The woman probably thought Heath a half-witted dolt.

 

“Miss—”

 

A ruckus echoed behind her. She glanced behind her as four more young women crowded into the entry.

 

Blister and damn. A bloody throng of goddesses.

 

Surely God’s favor had touched them, for London couldn’t claim a single damsel this exquisite, let alone five diamonds of the first water.

 

Gainsborough had some lengthy explaining to do.

 

 

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Colette Cameron

 

Author Biography

A bestselling, award-winning author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them.

 

Blessed with three spectacular children, fantastic fans, and a compulsive, over-active, and witty Muse who won’t stop whispering new romantic romps in her ear, she still lives in Oregon with her mini-dachshunds, though she dreams of living in Scotland part-time.

 

Admitting to a quirky sense of humor, Collette enjoys inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic. You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

 

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One boy, One rite… The Rite of Wands by @MackenzieFlohr #fantasy #OurAuthorGang #YA


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Title The Rite of Wands

Author Mackenzie Flohr

Genre YA Fantasy

Publisher BHC Press

 

Book Blurb

One boy…one Rite… And a world of deadly secrets that could change the course of history—forever.

And so begins the tale of Mierta McKinnon. When a horrible fate reveals itself during his Rite of Wands ceremony, he must find a way to change not only his destiny but also the land of Iverna’s.

Forbidden from revealing the future he foresees to anyone, he is granted a wand and his magical powers, but still must master the realm of magic in order to save himself and those he loves.

But Mierta is not the only one with secrets…especially when it’s impossible to know who to trust.

 

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Excerpt

DRACONIERA MOUNTAIN-
THE KINGDOM OF ARACELLY
1238 CE

 

“Mierta McKinnon.”

 

The twelve–year–old warlock gave a start, hearing his name announced telepathically. Mierta stood up on shaky legs and brushed his brown bangs out of his green eyes. The room inside Draconiera Mountain was suffocating. Hot springs bubbling up from deep beneath the ground created a dense fog, which pushed down on Mierta’s shoulders. Sweat was already dripping from his brow onto his long dark royal blue robe. His heart raced as he approached a large wooden door. He occasionally glanced over at others who were anxiously waiting their turn, wondering which of those he made eye contact with would succeed.

 

No matter what happens. No matter what I see. I cannot allow my fears to overcome me, Mierta told himself. I will achieve what I have come to do. I cannot fail. I won’t. I will make Mother and Father proud.

 

A loud creaking echoed across the room, and the ground shook underneath his feet. Two tall wooden doors opened up to a pathway of complete darkness.

 

“Step inside,” he heard the dragon say. Mierta swallowed hard and expelled air through his mouth.

 

Upon entering the pathway, a warm mist rose from below. Water splashed against rocks, and occasional water droplets hit his skin. A faint glow shined in the near distance. He walked towards the glow until he found himself in a large circular cavern. In the centre of this cavern was a short round pedestal. An opening off towards the right appeared as if it was open–aired, and off to the left side was another doorway, which was currently closed.

 

Mierta gazed up at the source of the glow and caught a glimpse of the magnificent creature standing on a rocky ledge. He could hear his pulse beating in his ears. He felt like his body was paralysed, yet he felt unsteady. His own rapid breathing masked the sound of Lord Kaeto stepping into the light.

 

Mierta gasped, shielding his eyes against the bright yellow light from Lord Kaeto’s wings, trying to conquer his fear. When his eyes adjusted, he noted the ebony veins that traced a pattern like the rivers in the valley. The veins seemed to pulse with power.

 

“Lord Kaeto,” Mierta uttered, bowing, keeping his eyes averted to the ground.

 

Lord Kaeto was the last of his kind—an omniscient ancient breed of telepathic dragons that had been around for longer than any could remember. The residents of the kingdom looked at him as if he were a God, straight from the stories of old.

 

“Mierta McKinnon. Rise,” he spoke. “It is your time to partici- pate in the Rite of Wands in which your soul shall face the ultimate analysis. You will be taken on a journey of your lifetime, viewing por- tions of your past, present, and future. Do you concede?”

 

“Yes,” Mierta answered, his voice breaking.

 

Buy Links

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Mackenzie Flohr

 

Author Biography

Mackenzie is the author of The Rite of Wands, a young adult fantasy series. Her debut novel was released on March 10, 2017, and has already gathered hype and received some incredible reviews.

Mackenzie Flohr grew up in Ohio, chasing leprechauns and rainbows and dreaming of angels. Her parents nurtured a love of fantasy and make-believe by introducing her at a very young age to the artistic and cultural opportunities that the state of Ohio had to offer.

She wanted to write a fantasy of her own, one that could inspire imagination in others and lead them into a magical world of their own making.

Wherever we live and wherever we come from is our individual heartland. Anything is possible and everything can happen. Pure imagination is in all of us—we only need to discover it, and sometimes story telling helps.

 

Social Media Links

Website: http://www.mackenzieflohr.com

 

Publisher’s Page: http://www.bhcpress.com/Author_Mackenzie_Flohr.html
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