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#Entertowin 45+ Sweet & Mild Small Town Contemporary Romances + an eReader! #Booksweeps #IARTG



Have you seen this awesome giveaway from BookSweeps? You can win our book PLANTING THE SEEDS OF LOVE: A NOVELLA, plus books from authors like Shoshanna Gabriel and Kendall Ryan, and a brand new eReader.




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Her General in Gray by @LNightingale #ParanormalRomance #Giveaway #romance

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Title – Her General in Gray

Author – Linda Nightingale

Genre – Paranormal Romance

Publisher – The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb —

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.


John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.


After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?


Giveaway –

Win a poster of Her General in Gray (US only)


To enter, answer the following question using the comment box below:


If you had a Civil War ghost living in your house, would you try to co-habitat with it like Autumn or would you cast him/her out?


Winner will be drawn on Tuesday, October 10th.


Excerpt —

Autumn climbed the stairs to the dusty attic.  No trepidation followed her. Since she’d moved into the house, she’d planned an excursion into its past.  For some reason, her irritating spook had been absent this morning.  She had to admit that she missed having her coffee poured and a nice good morning greeting when she forced her eyes open, but she was now on an adventure that she’d rather not share.


She rambled around, stirring up a cloud of centuries old dust, and in the corner she found a lovely old leather trunk with the brass lock open.  Cautiously because of its age, she lifted the top and gazed at a stack of women’s clothing, surprisingly intact.  With careful fingers, she lifted a beautiful dress and held it up to her. The billowed sleeves were short and a shawl collar finished the bodice.  Strings of pearls tucked the emerald overskirt over a beige embroidered underskirt.  If she weren’t afraid of damaging the garment, she was sure she could fit into it.  The full skirt would accommodate her hips and the tiny waist looked as if it would close around her. The romantic she chained deep inside warmed her. What would it have been like to have lived in that elegant time?


In an age of smart phones and tablets, she stood for a moment contemplating the past.  The temptation was almost too much for her, but she’d started to fold the dress back into its resting place when a hand landed on her shoulder.


Sib’s voice was soft and tender. “The dress belonged to my mother.  She wore it at a ball before the war.  It appears to be in passable condition. Why don’t you try it on?  I’ve imagined you so attired.”


“I’m a Northerner, remember? I’m surprised you offer your mother’s gown to me.” She turned, the green frock draped over her arm. “Where have you been anyway?”


“Here. All the time. I was simply playing along with your game of asking for my disappearance.”


She stiffened. “Don’t play games with me.  My mother used to do that. It was disturbing and hurtful to a child.”


“You reveal more of yourself every moment, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.  Very well, I’ll share something about me.  My father—what do you call it today?—cheated on my mother. More than once.. I’d hear her crying at night. Thus, I would have been true to my wife.” Eyes sad, he nodded at the dress.  “I’d like to see you in that, Autumn.  We are becoming friends. She would have approved.  I’ll assist with the buttons.”


“Turn your back. I’ll have to get undressed.” She motioned at him. “I’ve no desire for a ghost to see me in my bra and panties.”


He chuckled, his big grin enticing. “Such modesty. Actually, I was anticipating that view.  Anyway, I’ve seen you in your underwear before.”


“You Peeping Tom!” She accused, shaking a fist at him.  “Will I have no privacy? Do you follow me to the bathroom, too?”


“No, Ma’am.”  He shook his head, his hair moving in soft waves.  “I was simply in my bedroom when you changed into your nightgown.”


“It’s not your bedroom. This is my house, and don’t you forget it.” She glared at him.


He snapped a smart military salute. “Yes, commander.”


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Author Biography —

Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.



Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.




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#ChristmasInJuly Fete: The Bridge of the Golden Wood by @karlbeckstrand #books #giveaway

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Title: The Bridge of the Golden Wood: A Parable on How to Earn a Living

Author: Karl Beckstrand (Illustrated by Yaniv Cahoua)

Genre: Children’s Books, Careers


Book Blurb:

(Career/Business picture book) A child with a knack for solving problems helps some hungry fish and finds a treasure. Illustrated Asian folk tale teaches the value of work and includes career and business ideas plus online resources (for ages 4+). 530 words, Hard, soft cover and ebook, 26 pages, ISBN: 978-0985398811



“Hello,” said the old woman, not taking her eyes from the branches.

“What are you looking at?” asked the boy.

“Trouble and treasure,” she said.

“Treasure?” asked the boy.

“That wood is as valuable as gold,” she said. “But it is blocking the path of the fish, who must feed beyond it down the stream. For them it is trouble.” Then she looked at the boy for the first time. “Will you help?”

“Well, I …”

“If you do, you will have the treasure.”


Christmas in July Fete Sackful of Giveaways:


Grand Prize: $75 USD Amazon Gift Card

Five e-copies of The Bridge of the Golden Wood

(plus more prizes…)

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

Rocky road: Dark chocolate poured over marshmallows and nuts!




Author Biography:

Karl Beckstrand is the bestselling and award-winning author of 19 multicultural/multilingual books and more than 50 ebook titles (reviews by Kirkus, School Library Journal, The Horn Book blog, ForeWord Reviews). Raised in San Jose, CA, he has a B.A. in journalism from BYU, an M.A. in international relations from APU, and a broadcast & film certificate from Film A. Academy. Since 2004 he has run Premio Publishing. His survival western, To Swallow the Earth won a 2016 International Book Award. A college media instructor, Beckstrand has presented to Taiwan’s Global Leadership for Youth, city and state governments, festivals, and schools. Beckstrand’s nationally lauded Y.A. stories, e-book mysteries, ESL/ELL Spanish/bilingual books, nonfiction, and wordless books feature ethnically diverse characters—and usually end with a twist. His work has appeared in: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Border’s Books, Costco, Deseret Book, iBooks, The Children’s Miracle Network, LDS Film Festival, the U.S. Congressional Record, Papercrafts Magazine, and various broadcasts.,


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Escape From Behruz by @judymeadows44 + Help Choose a Character Name and Win! #romance #TWRP



Title     Escape from Behruz

Author    Judy Meadows

Genre     Contemporary Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb

Rashid will escort Olivia and the baby through the mountains to Iran in order to escape the violence in Behruz, but he won’t let Olivia near his heart. Not again. Not after the way she trampled it two years ago.



Olivia accepts his help, but she has no interest in his heart. She’s never forgiven him for abandoning her when she needed him most. Still, she has to be careful. He mustn’t learn that the baby the world thinks is heir to the Behruzi throne is actually her son. And Rashid’s.



Can they make it through the trek, sharing a tent each night, without giving in to the attraction that has always drawn them together? Can Olivia hold in the secret that could destroy her?




When the meal was over, the women helped her put on her nomad costume. They wanted to do everything. Their hands were all over her, pulling at her sweater and trying to open the snap and zipper of her jeans. They giggled and exclaimed when they saw her small, pale breasts, but the biggest source of delight turned out to be her lacy briefs. She was relieved when they covered her with the new clothes.


“This reminds me of a wedding,” Fatima said when they all stepped out of the tent. “When a Qashami girl gets married, the women all help her dress in her wedding clothes and then they escort her to her husband’s tent.”


Walking toward the tent of her “husband,” Olivia felt like a bride. The mantle framed her face and fell down her back like a bride’s veil, and the long skirt swayed with every step. Rashid stood in front of the tent talking to Saddiq. He was wearing a long shirt and a wool vest like those worn by the other men. Time stopped for several heartbeats when his eyes fell on Olivia. He seemed to straighten up, to become taller, and everything about him became very still.


She met his gaze boldly. The petticoats swished around her legs when she walked. She felt the swing of her arms, the sway of her hips, even the slight bounce of her breasts. All the women stood behind her, waiting for Rashid’s reaction.


“Spin around again like you did for us in the tent,” Fatima whispered to Olivia.


Rashid’s nomad clothes made him look primitive and very male. His eyes were intent on her, like the eyes of an animal watching its prey. He was motionless except for a slight quivering of his nostrils.


Olivia lifted her arms slowly, and the women stepped back away from her. Then she began the pirouette. She moved as if in a trance. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. But still the skirt rose, its colors blurring as she spun, and she felt dizzy and flushed when she stopped. She gave Rashid a smile that came from some new knowledge.


“You are a temptress,” he said in English. His eyes were dark pools that beckoned her to tempt and be tempted.


“The ladies are waiting to see what you think of their handiwork.”


He stepped toward her and reached his hand up to touch her face at her temple. Then he slid it down until it cupped the nape of her neck. A shiver of response rippled through her, but she didn’t move.


“She is very beautiful,” he said in Farsi. “The costume is perfect. She is perfect.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. The speculations and remarks of the nomads hushed. A crow cawed in the distance, and then it was silent too. She was mesmerized. She felt possessed.



Help Me Name a Character: Win a Prize:

I’ll award a free e-copy of the book based on a drawing to be held this Saturday (May 20th) at noon PST. To be included in the drawing, help me name the hero for the third book in the Behruz trilogy. The name has to be Middle Eastern, sexy, and pronounceable. (The reader’s pronunciation may not be strictly “correct” but the reader finds it easy to pick a pronunciation and go with it.). Choose among the following options or tell me one of your own:


Mansur, Malek, Rahim, Ahmad, Javad, Darius, Hamid, Jafar, Majid, Saman, Kamran, Zakar.


There’s no “right” answer. The drawing will be random among those who “like” my Facebook page and leave a comment.



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Author Biography

I grew up and went to college in Minnesota but now live in a small town in Oregon with my husband, Jim. I love to travel, read, hang out at the beach, cook, and play with grandchildren. I’ve always loved cats, but sadly find myself catless at the moment. Our 20-year-old Simba and 17-year-old Tinker Bell both died last year.



I worked as a systems analyst for IBM when I finished college. I interrupted my career in that field to take a year-long trip, traveling by Landrover, from Europe to India, Sri Lanka, and Nepal, and I returned to Iran several years later, with my husband, to work as a computer engineer in AT&T’s effort to modernize the Iranian phone service. The fictional country of my novel, Behruz, is based on the cultures of Iran and Afghanistan as I saw them then (before political unrest and war disrupted both countries).



When we retired from computer work, Jim and I bought a farm in northern California. We grew apples, Asian pears, and raspberries for ten years before retiring again, this time to Oregon.



When our son was a senior in high school, we adopted a 10-year-old girl from a Russian orphanage. I spent two weeks in Moscow finalizing the adoption and then came home to start the parenting thing all over again. When our Russian daughter was settled into the family, I trained to become a doula and began a 20-year career as a doula and childbirth educator. So far, I’ve helped 460 women in labor. (see and



I’ve just finished Midwife in Behruz, a sequel to Escape from Behruz and am beginning to plot the final book in what will be a trilogy of stories set in Behruz.



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If Wishes Were Earls by @Luanna_Stewart #historicalromance #romance #giveaway

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Title: If Wishes Were Earls


Author: Luanna Stewart


Genre: Historical Romance – Victorian





When a mysterious note directs Miss Miranda Large to a tiny village in Cornwall to find her heart’s desire, she has no choice but to go. An enchanted keepsake heightens her curiosity. A snowstorm forces her to accept the hospitality of a sullen, albeit sexy and handsome, earl and Miranda’s wish doesn’t seem so out of reach.



Edward Penhallion, the 12th Earl of Claverlock, is not in the mood to start his search for a new wife. He wants to be left alone with his books and his dreams of revenge. But the arrival of a headstrong, sharp-tongued spinster forces him to play the charming host. Not a difficult task, given her intelligence and beauty. Suddenly, he’s not terribly eager for her to leave.



But as the snow falls and the winds blow, Edward discovers there’s more to Miranda than a lively wit and a lovely face. And Miranda wonders if the trappings of wealth are enough for true happiness.





He chuckled. The low, enticing sound warmed her from the tips of her ears to the soles of her feet, and made her quite forget her urgent need. “I won’t detain you any longer. It is quite safe for you to turn around. I’m respectably clothed.”


She lowered her hand and looked over her shoulder. She’d not noticed much about his face the first time she’d seen him, being distracted by other parts of his anatomy. Her cheeks heated. Oh, heavens, the other parts were all she’d looked at. Not at all similar to those parts on statues, or in paintings. This man’s parts were—impressive. More than her cheeks heated. Why had no one told her a man’s chest, when unclothed, was so thrillingly fascinating?


Now, with the distracting portions of his person covered, she could see he was incredibly attractive. Several inches taller than her, which was unusual given her height, with auburn hair a bit longer than current fashion, and brown eyes holding a hint of humor. She might escape unscathed. The bristles on his cheeks and chin matched the hair visible on his chest, for he had not buttoned the neck of his shirt.  He had tucked in the tails, however, and was possessed of muscular thighs.


When her gaze travelled up to meet his, a smile lingered in his eyes. “Have you seen enough?”


She opened her mouth to refute his implication, but in good conscience could not. She’d been ogling the poor man. Of course she had. What living, breathing woman wouldn’t ogle such a fine specimen?





Do you believe in wishes? Have you made a wish that has come true? One commenter will receive a hand-knitted (by me) washcloth and a bar of handcrafted soap. (USA and Canada only. International winner will receive a $5 US gift card.)




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Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother’s stash of romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.



Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine with her dear husband, two college boys, and two cats. When she’s not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.



Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press.


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Celebrate 75 Years With #BoxcarChildren and Your Child Could Win! #kidlit #FridayReads #books

Friday Book Round Up


Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Growing up, I loved reading the Boxcar Children series. I loved the characters and who wouldn’t love to live in a boxcar. This year marks the 75th anniversary and I wanted to take part in the celebration.


For 75 years, the Boxcar Children have created happy reading memories for generations of children around the world. This year, we (the publisher) invite readers to join Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny Alden on their greatest adventure yet—a five-book miniseries that will take them across the globe, solving mysteries in places they’ve never traveled before!



Journey on a Runaway Train (The Boxcar Children Great Adventure) by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Author), Anthony VanArsdale (Author, Illustrator)

In this all-new very special mini-series, the Aldens have been recruited by a secret society to return lost artifacts and treasures to their rightful locations—all around the world! After finding a painted turtle figurine, the Aldens are introduced to the Silverton family and Reddimus Society, a secret guild whose mission is to return lost artifacts and treasures to the sites they were taken from. The Aldens board a private train to New Mexico to return the turtle to its original home, and they encounter enemies of Reddimus along the way! The trip is a success… but instead of returning home, there’s a last-minute change in plans. The Boxcar Children must continue the mission for the society and deliver more things, all around the globe!



The Clue in the Papyrus Scroll (The Boxcar Children Great Adventure) by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Creator), Anthony VanArsdale (Illustrator)

In this all-new very special mini-series, the Aldens have been recruited by a secret society to return lost artifacts and treasures to their rightful locations―all around the world! The Aldens arrive in Egypt but the agent they’re supposed to meet has gone missing! With the help of a puzzle in a papyrus scroll, they figure out their next mission―to deliver a tiny ancient pharaoh statue to an archaeologist at the Pyramids! Along the way they outwit a thief who tries to steal all the treasures. Their next mission is to England, to return one of the “crown jewels of Stonehenge.” But someone is following them! Could it be someone from the powerful Argent family, ruthless antique collectors and bitter rivals of the Silvertons?





The Detour of the Elephants (The Boxcar Children Great Adventure) by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Creator), Anthony VanArsdale (Illustrator)

In this all-new very special miniseries, the Aldens have been recruited by a secret society to return lost artifacts and treasures to their rightful locations―all around the world! The Aldens follow a clue to Beijing, China, where they uncover their next mission―to return a mysterious clay artifact to its rightful owner. Their journey leads them to a scenic section of the Great Wall, but a thief threatens to ruin their trip and endanger their precious cargo. The Aldens’ next clue brings them to an elephant reserve in Thailand, but when their contact acts suspiciously, they worry someone close to them may be working for the other side. Who can the Aldens trust to help them return the remaining artifacts to their rightful owners?




The Shackleton Sabotage (The Boxcar Children Great Adventure) by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Creator), Anthony VanArsdale (Illustrator)

In this all-new very special miniseries, the Aldens have been recruited by a secret society to return lost artifacts and treasures to their rightful locations―all around the world! The Aldens chart a course for Sydney, Australia, and as the children tour the famed Sydney Opera House, their next puzzle―and its key―falls right into their laps. They need to find the rightful owner of a rare Australian coin. Using their knowledge about Australia, the Aldens find the coin’s owner, but a saboteur is again hot on their heels and nearly spoils their hard work. Next up the Aldens travel to frigid Antarctica, where they need to return an artifact to the hut Shackleton used on his expeditions to the South Pole. The trip is a success, but when the Aldens return, they learn the identity of the person who has been trying to ruin their plans. Will the saboteur keep them from returning the seventh and final artifact?





The Khipu and the Final Key (The Boxcar Children Great Adventure) by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Creator), Anthony VanArsdale (Illustrator)

In this all-new very special miniseries, the Aldens have been recruited by a secret society to return lost artifacts and treasures to their rightful locations―all around the world! The final leg of the Aldens’ journey brings them to South America and to the Salt Flats in northern Argentina. But when they hit a dead end, they realize someone has tricked them in order to delay their plans! Returning to Buenos Aires, the Aldens connect with the Silvertons and are able to get back on track. But it is clear their rivals are closer than ever. The Aldens’ final artifact is their most delicate yet―a rare orange orchid they must return to Machu Picchu in Peru. With the stakes higher than ever, the Aldens make a shocking discovery about the Silvertons and the Argents. Will the Boxcar Children be able to use what they’ve learned to return the final Reddimus artifact intact?




The Boxcar Children Great Adventure 5-Book Set by Gertrude Chandler Warner (Creator), Anthony VanArsdale (Illustrator)

This boxed set includes all 5 paperback books from the brand-new, very special Boxcar Children Great Adventure miniseries. Launched to time with the 75th Anniversary of the beloved brand, this is the first new series to debut under The Boxcar Children name in nearly 20 years.


After finding a ceramic turtle in an old trunk, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny are introduced to the Reddimus Society, a secret guild whose mission is to return lost artifacts to the museums and historic sites they were taken from. They just need the Aldens’ help in delivering them, along with the turtle, to the first return point at Acoma Pueblo in New Mexico. The siblings ride an antique train across the country to deliver the treasures to the special agent in New Mexico, encountering enemies of Reddimus along the way. The trip is a success…but just as they are set to return home, there’s a last-minute change in plans. The kids must continue the mission―they’re headed around the world!


With stops in all seven continents, this is the Alden’s greatest adventure yet and a perfect, modern introduction to the Boxcar Children for new-to-chapter book readers.




Boxcar Children Great Adventure #1: Journey on a Runaway Train


Boxcar Children Great Adventure #2: the Clue in the Papyrus Scroll


Boxcar Children Great Adventure #3: The Detour of the Elephants


Boxcar Children Great Adventure #4: The Shackleton Sabotage


Boxcar Children Great Adventure #5: The Khipu and the Final Key



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Ukulele Murder by @LeslieLangtry is Simply a Must-Read! #romcom #mystery #giveaway



Title:  Ukulele Murder ( A Nani Johnson Mystery) Aloha Lagoon Mysteries book #1

Author: Leslie Langtry

Genre:  Comedy/Mystery with Romantic Elements

Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing


Book Blurb:

Nani Johnson thought she had it made when she moved from Kansas to the resort town of Aloha Lagoon, Kauai. In spite of her certifiably crazy mom, Nani is determined that nothing will stop her from becoming a ukulele virtuoso! Unfortunately her Julliard training doesn’t help her break into the local music scene due to some heavy competition from the Terrible Trio—three hostile, local musicians. The only work she finds is a few bar mitzvahs and gigs at the kitschy Blue Hawaii Wedding Chapel.

But when one of Nani’s competitors drops dead right after a public feud, Nani becomes the police’s main suspect. A missing murder weapon, mysterious threats, and a heck of a frame-up job all have Nani worrying she’ll be trading in her flowery muumuus for prison orange. Enter hunky local botanist Nick Woodfield, who just might be able to help her clear her name…that is if he doesn’t have secrets of his own. With the bodies stacking up, the danger closing in, and the authorities circling, Nani must track down a killer…before she ends up the latest victim of the Ukulele Murderer!





If anyone requests “Ukulele Lady,” I’m out of here. I’m not going to do it. Not again. Not for the millionth time. Is that the only song tourists know? Yeesh. Please, tiki god of the Ukulele, don’t let me kill a tourist today.


“‘Ukulele Lady!'” a dumpy, middle-aged man in a Frankie Goes to Hollywood T-shirt screams. He gives me a knowing nod with his balding head to indicate he’s the only one in the room who knows true Hawaiian culture.


I hate him. I imagine bludgeoning him with my koa wood uke.


But I don’t. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of koa wood? Well…I don’t know either, but I’d guess it isn’t easy.


Instead, I play the damn song—smiling as I imagine shoving his pineapple drink up his…


The crowd cheers as I perform. I know—it’s not so bad having an adoring audience. But this isn’t the audience I want. This is Judah Horowitz’s bar mitzvah. One of the few gigs I could get in Aloha Lagoon.


My name is Hoalohanani Johnson. My mother, Harriet Jones Johnson, is a bit of a Hawaiian-obsessed nut. It’s so bad that it’s to the point where she believes she is the reincarnation of a Hawaiian princess and says that my name came from a dream from an ancestor god. In reality, it probably came from the bottom of a rum bottle.


To her endless annoyance, my redheaded, green-eyed mom comes from a long line of English ancestors and grew up in Kansas. Dad was a third-generation blond, brown-eyed German whose name was shortened to Johnson due to the inability to pronounce whatever the name really was. Neither of my parents had ever been to Hawaii until Mom and I moved here after Dad died.


I go by Nani. And I now live in Aloha Lagoon on the Hawaiian island of Kauai, with my mother, who now calls herself Haliaka and dyes her hair and eyebrows a ridiculous shade of black that does not look natural. I’ve never understood where my dark-brown hair comes from, but I look more native than she does. Always dressed in a muumuu, Mom wears hibiscus flowers in her hair and hangs out on my lanai, singing island songs all day and night, much to my neighbors’ dismay. Sigh.


I finish my set, tell the crowd “aloha,” and am cut off by the DJ who decides suddenly to play a gangsta rap song.


“Thank you!” Gladys Horowitz of Trenton, New Jersey, and Judah’s mother, slips an envelope into my hands before running to the dance floor to shimmy disturbingly. Thirteen-year-old Judah hangs his head in shame.


I make my way through the crowd to the bar and order a decidedly un-Hawaiian vodka tonic.


“Here’s the ten bucks I owe you.” The bartender smiles, handing me money.


I gulp my drink, slapping an empty glass on the bar. “I told you, someone requests it every time.” I take his money and head to my car. My shift in hell is over.



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

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

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


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Good Girl Overboard by @DeniseSwansonAu is Delightfully Fun! #romance #beachread #giveaway

Good Girl Overboard


Title: Good Girl Overboard

Author: Denise Swanson

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Book Blurb:

Take a smoking-hot captain with a secret and an undercover cruise reviewer determined to change her sex life from flat to fiery. Shake well over rough seas. Serve on a king-size bed for a sizzling good time.

* * *

For twenty-eight years, cruise critic Darcy Simons has followed the rules. And what did it get her? A broken heart, an unfaithful fiancé, and a pile of bills taller than her uneaten four-tiered wedding cake. Clearly, it’s not blondes, but bad girls, who have more fun, and she is determined to become one of them.

While Darcy is on the maiden voyage of the Ocean Starr cruise liner to write a snarky review that will earn enough money to pay off her canceled wedding, she’s determined to break some personal rules and have a wild sexual adventure—she just needs to find the perfect man. When she bumps into Captain Mitch James, and both his briefcase and sparks fly, she knows Mitch is just the guy for the job.

Too bad Mitch has a firm no-messing-with-female-passengers rule. But when he discovers Darcy’s true reason for taking the cruise, he decides to use his charm to get a thumbs up for his ship. Breaking his own rules, he sets out to seduce her. Now, if he can just convince himself that his only interest in Darcy is a good review, he might make it back to port with his heart intact.



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Darcy’s wicked train of thought derailed when a drop of sweat trickled down her nose. The salty taste on her lips brought her back to reality with a thud. Great! She hated to think of what she looked like—hair frizzing in the humidity, any trace of makeup long since melted away, and clothes wrinkled from the long trip. She definitely needed a shower before beginning the search for her dream date.

Someone clearing their throat made Darcy realize that the line had started moving, and with an apologetic smile, she bent to scoop up her belongings. Juggling her purse, carry on, and laptop, she attempted to take a hasty step forward, but a sudden gust of wind rocked the unsteady gangway and her knees buckled.

Stumbling backwards, she collided with the man behind her. Horrified, Darcy stared as his sunglasses were jolted from his face and his briefcase dropped from his hand, bounced, and flew through the open railing. For a moment, it hovered in midair like a stealth bomber, then plunged to the dock below where it burst open and spilled its contents into the ocean.

Darcy’s eyes widened as she watched the papers become soggy and begin to sink. Reluctantly she turned to face the guy whose property she had just destroyed. Her gaze ran from tan ankles peeking between tobacco brown boat shoes and khaki pants, to broad shoulders straining the fabric of a black polo shirt. Moving upwards, crisp sun-streaked hair and faded-denim blue eyes completed the yummy package. Oh my God! He was gorgeous!

The words of remorse she had been about to utter died on her lips, her mouth went dry, and it felt as if a swarm of bees had been set loose in her chest. Then as she tried to clear the lust from her brain, his incredible eyes locked onto hers. She felt a sizzling jab in her stomach and her mind went blank.

He continued to stare at her for a moment, forehead furrowed and nostrils flared—clearly angry, clearly expecting an apology. When she didn’t speak, he shook his head, growled something indistinguishable, and turned his back on her. Fluidly, he made his way down the gangway, slipping through the crowd with a practiced grace, and disappeared from her sight.

It was only as the mob pressed Darcy forward that she remembered to inhale. When the oxygen reached her brain, she regained her wits, and it hit her. She hadn’t even said she was sorry. She couldn’t just board the ship as if nothing had happened. Hurriedly, she turned and tried to follow him, but moving against the throng wasn’t as easy as he had made it look.

Fighting the people determined to go up, while she attempted to go down, she cursed the sales clerk who had talked her into buying such a straight, short skirt. But then, Darcy hadn’t bought it to wear for a cruise. She’d been shopping for her Parisian honeymoon. The one that would never take place—at least not with her as the bride. Rumor had it that her ex-fiancé and his nymphet du jour had enjoyed the trip.

An unexpected stab of pain and regret, stole her breath. If only he hadn’t turned out to be such a rat bastard, things would have been so different. Enough! Darcy forced the pang of regret out of her head. She needed to concentrate on finding and apologizing to the hunk that she’d accidently assaulted.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached the bottom of the gangway, only to find her exit blocked by a man in a white uniform. The single gold bar on his shoulder indicated that he was some sort of officer.

He held up a clipboard as if it were a stop sign and spoke in accented English, “Miss, you are going the wrong way.”

“Yes, I know, but I’m looking for someone.” Darcy tried to see past him. “Did you notice an angry passenger in a black polo shirt come past here a few minutes ago?”

The officer paused before answering, a confused look in his eyes, “No, no passenger, miss. Passengers not allowed off ship. Now, you go back. We leave very, very soon.”

Darcy stood on tiptoe and looked around. She caught a glimpse of her quarry squatting on the dock, while several crewmembers attempted to fish out his papers from the water. His air of authority, even in such an awkward position, was too powerful to miss, as were the appeal of his muscled thighs and powerful forearms.

She found herself studying him. He truly was the most delicious man she’d ever seen. When she tried to step off the metal stairs to go toward him, the officer in front of her held out his arms, refusing to allow her to pass.

His voice became higher and he spoke more rapidly, “Miss, you no leave the ship. Please to turn around.”


Using his clipboard, he herded her up the stairs backwards as if she were an unruly sheep and he the harried shepherd.

While she retreated, Darcy waved and shouted, “Sir, sir, I’m very sorry for bumping into you. Is there anything…”



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New York Times Bestseller author Denise Swanson was a practicing school psychologist for twenty-two years. She writes the Change of Heart contemporary romance series and the Scumble River and Devereaux’s Dime Store mysteries. Her books all feature small-town heroines with lots of heart.


Denise’s books have been finalists for the Agatha, Mary Higgins Clark, RT Magazine’s Career Achievement, and Daphne du Maurier Awards. She has won the Reviewers Choice Award and was a BookSense 76 Top Pick.


Denise Swanson lives in rural Illinois with her husband, classical composer David Stybr, and their cool black cat Boomerang.


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Want to be on the Cover of a Romance Novel? Enter to Win Today! @shailstock #MFRWAuthor #Contest

How many romance novels have you read? For me, it’s been thousands. Before I began writing, I was a 20-book a month reader. Now, I spend time writing, reading and promoting my romance novels.  I’ve written over thirty-five novels and novellas and have a wealth of ideas for books still to write.

There are several questions always asked of writers. One of the most common has to do with the cover of the book. Who’s the model? Did you (me, the author) choose the model? And the one question I love; Did you pose for the cover? (Answer: no.)

However, this last question sparked an interest for me and I came up with a promotional idea that would make that dream a reality for one lucky winner.

At this moment, I’m promoting a contest that will garner the winner a place on the cover of one of my romance novels. They’ll also get an expense paid trip, a make-up session, photo shoot, and more. The contest runs from now through April 30, 2016.

Have you ever wondered about the models on the cover of romance novels?  Are they professionals or regular people?  You could be one.  I’m running a contest to choose a person to appear on the cover of one of my novels.  You can find all the details at where you can read the official rules and find the entry form.

If you want to be on the cover, know someone who does, have a daughter, son, child, grandchild, niece, nephew, son, or other friend or relative interested in the contest, keep reading…

Before you go to the link, here are some of the perks.  The contest is open to anyone (male/female) 18 years or older, regarding of size, age, color or ethnicity, from the forty-eight contiguous states of the United States of America.  We’ll fly you to the Princeton, NJ area.


Add ground transportation to get you around the cities, towns, and municipalities of our state. Then we’ll install you in a beautiful hotel.


Where you’ll relax and eat at the best restaurants.  (There may be a couple of surprises related to the meals, but I can’t say what they are now.)



At this point, the real fun begins.  First the makeover.  A professional makeup artist will apply your makeup to perfection.





Next is the photo shoot.  (smile.)  We’ve hired a professional photographer to spend time taking your picture from every angle.  He/She will get the best shot(s).


And a little while later, you’ll find yourself on the cover of a romance novel. Tentatively, the romance is titled Having the Genius’s Baby.  (Of course, that is subject to change.)  Give it a try. There’s nothing to lose and a lot to gain.


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Title: Having the Genius’s Baby


Author: Shirley Hailstock


Genre: Romance


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Dr. Elizabeth Stone’s biological clock is ticking and she wants to have a baby.  Not just any baby, a genius child.  The product of genius parents herself, her child will mark a third generation.  After researching genius men, she approaches Hunter Thorpe with an indecent proposal.  They should have a child together.  She knows he’s not interested in children, so afterward he’s out of the picture and the child is totally hers.  She has a contract ready for him to sign forfeiting any parental rights.


As drunken college sophomores, Hunter made a pack with four of his buddies that they would all be married or have been married by the end of their ten-year reunion.  If not, they’d have to donate half of their current net worth to the other three.  As the hero had a serious girlfriend at the time, and he was drunk, the agreement meant nothing to him.  Now as he appropriates the end of his 31st year and the reunion is looming, he gets a letter reminding him of the stakes.  With a net worth in the billions, Hunter needs a wife to keep his empire and to complete a very lucrative deal.

Will her plan work?  Will his?  Or will Hunter and Elizabeth discover there a relationship is more than the sum of its parts?



Elizabeth Stone’s heart hammered as if she’d run a marathon.  Perched on the edge of the chair, she closed her eyes and exhaled a long breath.  With her hand on her chest, she tried to quiet the insistent pounding.  She wanted to run, escape into the anonymity of the hall and down the elevator to the freedom of the crowded New York street.  Instead she sat in the reception area outside Hunter Thorpe’s office.  She’d already spoken to his secretary and been announced.

Thorpe knew she was here.

The point of no return was behind her.  It had happened the moment she dropped the letter in the post box a full week ago.

She had to go through with it now.  She crossed her legs but one foot began to bounce, so she planted them flat on the sage colored carpet.  Elizabeth hadn’t been this nervous since she stood before the thesis committee defending her doctoral dissertation.

Sitting still and waiting was not her forte.  Elizabeth was more comfortable in her lab, working out biochemical combinations, than waiting to talk to a man she had never met, yet with whom she would become intimately connected.  Her fingers drummed on the chair arm.  Maybe she should have asked for this interview at another place.  Her first consideration was to see Hunter Thorpe at his home, but the place was a fortress.  Then she figured his home would give him too much of a social advantage.  Restaurants or bars were too noisy and she was apt to be overheard.  What she wanted to discuss with him required privacy.  Mentally shaking herself, Elizabeth gathered her courage.  After all, she had a business deal to present.  It should be conducted in a business office.

With confidence.

And courage.

She silently scolded herself for lacking both areas.

Standing up she walked to the huge set of windows overlooking the city.  Thorpe’s office was on the fortieth floor.  It was the top one and forty stories was short by New York skyscraper standards, but he owned the entire structure.  Rent alone would put him in the billion dollar club.

Elizabeth squeezed and released her hands.  What was taking so long, she wondered?  She had a mind to leave.  She could go to the desk and tell the secretary she remembered another appointment and that she’d reschedule.  Or she could offer no explanation – cancel and leave with an attitude of annoyance for being kept waiting.  She checked her watch.  It was only three minutes past their appointed time.  Changing her mind, she decided she couldn’t retreat after coming this far, after going through all the planning and research and decision making.

Hunter Thorpe was the one.

Returning to her seat, Elizabeth focused on the man.  A month ago she’d sat on the floor of her living room, looking at photos.  She hadn’t wanted to be influenced by physical appearance, so all her prior evaluations had been clinical, done without visuals.  Priorities and eliminations made on scientific details.  Finally she’d come to the point where she needed to see the candidates.  Thorpe’s was the fourth 8 x 10 glossy she’d laid out on the white rug in front of her.  She looked at the face of the man staring up from the photo.  “Oooo,” she breathed, her reaction coming of its own accord.  He had good bone structure, a strong chin, a direct stare.  But more than that, he was delicious.  His eyes bore into hers.  What was his name?

Turning to the notes on the back, she read – Hunter Thorpe.  “Wow, even his name is sexy, strong sounding.  And look at those shoulders,” she said aloud wiggling her own shoulders and thinking of being enclosed in his arms.  Just what she needed.

In the photo, he wore a business suit, dark gray with pin striping.  It had to be made for him.  No one could get those exact body specifications off the rack.  And the  specifics were all in the right places.  Gorgeous and highly intelligent, she thought reading his I.Q. of 170.  Other than the building, he owned his own business, a global energy company whose technics and products were becoming the market leader.  Elizabeth put him in the review pile, and after several days of prioritization, the list was sorted and Hunter Thorpe remained at the head of the class.

Elizabeth glanced at the door to his office.  It was intricately carved, made of polished wood and contained a gold plate with only name on it.  No title.  No word “private” printed in bold and italics under his name.  Only the block letters announcing to the world that this was his private sanctuary.  Of course, everyone knew who he was.  A title would be superfluous.  And apparently he was confident enough not to need one.

She wondered if his personality would live up to the reports she’d read on him.  Written reports couldn’t take the place of actual physical observation, but it appeared that Thorpe was a man who knew his mind and often got what he wanted.  He was a leader and a genius.  According to her requirements, he had everything she was looking for.  All she needed to do was convince him to fall in line with her plan.

And that was about to happen.


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Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  A past president of Romance Writers of America, Shirley’s has authored 35 books and won many awards and accolades for her work.


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* Undone by @LiviaQuinn #bookpromo + a Fabulous #Giveaway * #romance #MFRWAuthor #IAN1



Title: Undone

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Book Blurb: 

One year ago, Antiquities dealer Elektra Charpentier lost the rarest opal she’d ever almost owned, and the only man she’d ever loved. Now he’s back.

Aussie gem hunter Cass McKay spent the last year searching for Elektra’s Blood Opal and a way back into her life and her heart. Now he has it. And he doesn’t intend to lose her again, because without her, he’s — U n d o n e



Livia Quinn is giving away an eBook copy of Undone to one person who signs up for her newsletter: Just leave a comment below stating that you’ve done so along with your name so Livia can keep track. Giveaway closes Wednesday, February 17th and is open Internationally.



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


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




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


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


It was over.


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


“No, I—”


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


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


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


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


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


“But—” He’d tuned her out.


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


Then he was gone.


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I’m Livia Quinn, a DC native and transplant to Louisiana where the people and environment inspired my Storm Lake series. On Storm Lake West you’ll find the Destiny Paramortals, a cozy paranormal series with a cast of quirky characters. And on the East end, contemporary military romance and romantic suspense – ex-military guys and sexy cover models who are committed to their community.


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Mia Darien is giving away free stuff! #books #giveaway @MiaDarien

Mia Darien is giving away free stuff!
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All of the physical prize packs are restricted to US/Canada mailing addresses, but there is an international prize pack with a bunch of ebooks and a gift card to Amazon. Every physical prize pack will have a physical copy of the book, signed bookmark, and a collection of book-related items.
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Born a Connecticut Yankee in nobody’s court, Mia Darien grew up to brave snow and talk fast. She started reading when she was three and never looked back, soon frequently falling asleep with a book under her cheek. (Something she still does, though these days it’s her Nook as often as a paperback.)
At eleven, she discovered Night Mare by Piers Anthony and entered the world of grown-up fantasy fiction and it was all over from there. She started writing at fourteen, then met vampires as a teenager and the concept for what would become Adelheid was soon born. Epic fantasy remains her first love, but she enjoys writing whatever stories come to mind in any genre.
Now she loves both writing and helping her indie community with her freelancing. A geek till the end, she enjoys role-play by email games and World of Warcraft when she has the time. Married to her very own Named Man of the North, she lives with him, their mini-tank (also known as their son) and pets, who usually act more childish than the child.
She is the author of the urban fantasy series Adelheid, and several anthologies for charity. You can find her at her website, or the following social media.

Princess of the Light by N. N. Light #Giveaway + New Excerpt #ASMSG #IARTG #PNR


Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, Inspirational Fiction


Inspiring spiritual growth one person at a time


Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God – yeah, that Gabriel – visits Mary Miller. He tells her, as the key, she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough — until she’s thrown into the face of evil. And then, Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves.

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As I walked into my apartment, Gabriel chuckled and said, “Ah love is such a beautiful thing is it not?” Then he cleared his throat and sat up straighter on the sofa. “We have to talk, Mary.”

“Gabriel—” I started.

“Yes, we’re alone.” Thanks for reading my thoughts again, I wanted to say sarcastically. “Your roommate is out with her boyfriend.”

I nodded and leaned back against the door. I tried to relax but I was on edge. Gabriel had more to tell me about my powers and what was expected of me as the Princess of the Light. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer: Lord, please help me to understand whatever it is that Gabriel is about to tell me.

I opened my eyes to see Gabriel smiling at me. “Okay, mental eavesdropper, I am ready.”

“Than has, in fact, employed the help of Lisbeth, just as I’d mentioned earlier. You are now being protected by four of my strongest angels. They are to keep you safe from harm and to alert you when danger is coming.”

I nodded and he continued.

“For far too long, demons like Than have influenced humans. The time has come for that to change and that is where you come in. You are God’s Chosen and you will rid the world of evil and restore goodness to Earth.”

Me? How was just one person to rid the world of evil?

I suddenly had the urge to pace. I leaned over and took off my heels.

Gabriel spoke softly, “Princess…”

I held up my hands in protest to him and said as respectfully as I could, “This is what I do to think. Please don’t try to read my thoughts, ok?”

Gabriel nodded and sat on the sofa watching me.

I put my hands down and started pacing again. Fear and doubt crept into my heart, and I stopped mid-step and closed my eyes. My father’s voice echoed in my head: Angel, you can move mountains. All you have to do is have a little faith and God will do the rest.

I put my head in my hands and cried. Gabriel quickly closed the distance between us. He wrapped his arms around me and didn’t say a word, auditory or otherwise. He just let me cry in my self-pity for a while, absorbed in my thoughts.

I sometimes sensed my father’s presence and could faintly smell his cologne. He always felt near, but I hadn’t been able to hear his voice in a long time. When I heard it a moment ago, it was wonderful, but heart-wrenching.

“Gabriel, do you think I can really defeat Than?” I tried to search his eyes for the truth.

He said simply, “Of course you can.”

I nodded and closed my eyes. Nothing could have stopped my dad, but I wasn’t sure I was as strong as he had been.

“Princess, God’s plan is revealed to all of us in the proper time.” He paused. “Have faith,” he echoed my father’s words. The reality of him doing so warmed my heart.

“You will save the life of André. Right now, the darkness has him in its clutches and André feels that he has nothing left. He feels despair and thinks there is nothing he can do to get back his life. The demons practically feed off of that negative energy to survive and have shrouded André’s entire existence—inside and out—in darkness.”

“I followed André to the cul-de-sac,” I said. “I saw André was hunched over and he didn’t appear to have any Light.” That poor man. He has lost all hope.

Gabriel nodded and a flash of light flew out of Gabriel’s hand. White smoke appeared in the center of the floor in front of me and I turned to watch it. The fog cleared and I gasped.


Fury flooded my body and I stood up and raised my hands level with Than’s chest. Die! I screamed inside.

Nothing happened. If I focused on using the Light, evil had no choice but to run and hide. Why didn’t he?

“Concentrate,” Gabriel instructed. “This is merely an exercise.”

With my hands raised once again, and I said firmly, “Light destroys the Darkness. Evil cannot stand against it.” Purple light flew out of my hands like lightning bolts and obliterated Than. Smiling to myself, I looked back at Gabriel.

“See, it is not about killing,” he said, obviously referring to the thought that accompanied my previous attempt. “That is the way of evil. It is about destroying evil with the Light. Your motive must always be about ridding the world of evil.” Gabriel paused as I sat down again.

“So, my heart must always be pure?” I turned to Gabriel.

“That is right, Princess. Your heart must always be pure. You don’t want evil to have an opportunity to take advantage and try to turn you against God.”

I tried to keep the puzzled look off of my face, but Gabriel could still read my thoughts. Did he realize how difficult that would be?

“I have feelings of love and borderline attraction towards you,” Gabriel blurted. “You do not realize that you give off such love of the Lord that it is easy for an angel like me to be attracted to you.”

Gabriel paused when I stepped back in shock, feeling my face heat up. “I swear I have a point,” he continued with a laugh. “Outside the restaurant when I was chatting with Than and Lisbeth, they saw me looking at you in an overly protective manner. They saw my weakness and tried to use it against me.”

I was a little unnerved by that.

I nodded and said, “Gabriel, I—”

A male voice interrupted me and said slyly, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

I whipped my head around to see Than leaning casually against the front door. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up; this was no apparition.

Gabriel’s wings flew out and he rose to his full height and Light flooded the room. Than covered his face and made a familiar low, guttural sound.

I cautiously made my way to the center of the living room. “What are you doing here, Than?” My question hung in the air.

Than growled at Gabriel, “You’re not playing by the rules.”

Gabriel lowered his wings and Than lowered his hands, as Gabriel let his Light dim.

I smiled coyly and said, “It’s not polite to ignore a woman’s question, Than.”

Than balked and said sarcastically, “I am sorry my dear, I was being lambasted with Gabriel here. What was the question again?”

Regardless of his attempt to cover it with sarcasm, I could still feel fear growing in Than. I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled back at him. “I said what are you doing here?”

Than smiled and said, “I’ve come here to warn you. If you try to interfere with the Walking Man, as you humans call him, you will wind up dead and so will that man of yours.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

Than shrugged then started to sputter and shake with anger. I glanced at Gabriel to see what was going on between them, but he was looking approvingly at me.

I blinked in disbelief as Than’s eyes widened. I stared into his eyes and heard him whisper, “What the…”

Out of the corner of my eye, misty light covered the distance between Than and I. My breath quickened and my pulse raced. Under my breath I said, “What’s going on?”

No one replied and as Than covered his eyes, my mouth dropped open. Than exploded upon contact with the misty light that was coming from me.

“Impressive, Princess.”

I turned to Gabriel and closed my mouth a few times. “Did I do that?”

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Author Bio: N. N. Light 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.

She was born in Minnesota, lived in Southern California only to move to chilly Ontario, Canada to marry her beloved husband MR N. She is blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports and baking. Her mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find her on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. She is a proud member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.

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

In addition to being an author, she’s also a book promoter/reviewer and social media marketer. She loves books, has ever since she was young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives her great pleasure.

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I’d Like to Introduce You to… @LiviaQuinn #authorinterview + #Giveaway #ASMSG #IAN1

I’m thrilled beyond belief to have author Livia Quinn featured on the blog today. Not only is she a talented paranormal romance author, she published six (yes 6) book last year. She’s funny, sweet and one of the nicest people I know. She has a brand-new release and took time out of her busy schedule to sit down with me for an interview. Please give a warm welcome to Livia and don’t forget to enter her generous giveaway (free tablet). Take it away, Livia!

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What is your writing process? When I started writing seriously in the summer of 2005 before Katrina, (just pulled out a composition notebook and started writing) I managed about five or six partials which eventually became some of Storm Lake stories. Then I started listening to the rules about plotting and everything else so I got away from that. I struggled with flow then last year when I was writing Her First Knight, I had an aha which took me back to my roots. I pantsed a summary of the book, then during Nano, I pantsed the book. At one point, while I tried to keep up with my main character, he started telling my heroine about his family and I went, “What! Really?” but just went with it. I guess that’s when I owed my pantserness. If I try to figure out where the story is going, I hit a wall. I use #Scrivener, have since it came out, so I write what comes and put it all together at the end, but usually it’s fairly linear.


Do you have any odd writing habits like writing naked? Absolutely! I’ve done some of my best writing naked. When I’m having trouble with the story, or if I just need to get the words down, I head to the bathtub, and my characters come along, sometimes twice a day. I’m starting to think I’m just a biographer for them as they sit around my well of inspiration and dictate their stories to me. I’m serious. They surprise me all the time. And then there’s my car. I have an Autodesk in my passenger seat so on my way to work (a 35 min drive) and on trips, I write. I don’t look down much. I’ve learned to write fairly straight and waste a lot of paper. On my last vacation trip to D.C. I wrote 6000 words on the way home on I-95, but I also learned to get thoughts from my head to my recorder instead of the pen on that trip (can’t write on overpasses, ya know.). The recorder doesn’t work in the tub.


How important are names in your books? Do you choose the names based on the meaning? Very important. In my paranormal series, my Tempestaerie’s name is Tempest. She’s a storm faerie. Cliché much? J But Montana in Eve of Chaos is a sword wielding shifter and defender of women. She didn’t like her real name and took Montana from a Sharon Stone western but her hero, Conor, convinces her that Branislava which means ‘Glorious Protector’ is much more fitting. The Under-Cover Knights are called that because they aren’t just cover-men. They are heroes, former military, law-enforcement with passion for helping others.


What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors? This may sound corny, but I’m as serious as I can be: Dream big. Believe in yourself. Tell yourself everyday, I can do this. Don’t listen to the people in your life telling you you can’t. YOU CAN DO THIS. Fight through the fear, it’s worth it to look back and say, “I did it.” Last year I put out six books and I’m still shaking my head that I was able to, but I got into a different mindset and kept repeating my mantra. One more thing, find one person, a critique partner, writers group or someone who can share the journey.


What are you working on now? What is your next project? My next book is a December Christmas book that returns to Larue and the characters of the Under-Cover knights. It introduces the next book and some possible new cover-model hunks for 2016. I love the Under-Cover Knights. Each book focuses on some area where the cover men are active, like with teens or veterans. After that, it’s back to book 5 of the Destiny Paramortals to find out how Jack and Dylan are dealing with their new ‘situations’.


Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad? I appreciate anyone who leaves an honest review for me and I take each one into consideration. I refuse to get my reviews dishonestly so I don’t have that many, but I don’t think some readers realize how negative reviews, especially ones that aren’t exactly accurate, can hurt a writer’s confidence and creativity. All reviews influence other readers and that’s scary. My advice? Read them with a fellow writer or critique partner who can help you see them in a positive light. And then shrug your shoulders and keep writing. Not everyone is going to like your book. Concentrate on those that do.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before? Banff, Canada. I want to take that train ride and stay at the Banff Hotel.


If you were an animal, what would you be and why? A squirrel. They are NOT predators. They are cute, athletic, they live in trees and bound around from limb to limb chasing each other, nothing but fun all day, if they live in my trees anyway. I’m a good shot but my DH said I used to ‘pull off’ out of empathy when he took me hunting. 🙂

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)? Live in Scotland.

What is your biggest fear? It used to be thunderstorms, since childhood, especially after moving to Louisiana. After studying lightning for so long, I’m much better, smarter but still not careless since we live in probably the number 2 lightning state in the US. People are stupid about getting out when a thunderstorm is nearby.

Other than that, fear that the words won’t come, but if I just sit down and listen to my people, they always do.


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Title:    Storm Warning

Author:  Livia Quinn

Genre:  Contemporary Romantic Suspense

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What happened? He’d been dodging the lightning, fighting the wind and rain, looking for a shelter, a place to hide…when he’d seen the faint glow in the distance. There was no answer when he knocked so he’d broken the glass, pushed open the door and there she was, a beautiful Valkyrie, wielding a sword. She screamed as she struck him – for no good reason – and then everything went black. Everything.

“You’ve killed him,” Bad Brenna taunted. Brenna looked down the steps at the man lying motionless in the tropical downpour. “I told you that silly phobia would get you in trouble if you didn’t get a grip.”

Brenna knew she was right, knew it was exactly why Bad Brenna existed, to help her cope with the trauma that turned her into a scared rabbit whenever lightning was in the forecast. But her anxiety over the weather had been magnified by yet another premonition. Typically, it meant someone was about to die. Had she been the means, this time, of fulfilling her own prophecy? As usual there were no clear answers. She was going to have to start trusting that sixth sense if she was ever going to get rid of Bad Brenna.

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By the light of a candle she made out the tall form of Handsome Burglar clinging to the sofa as if it were an anchor. She smiled at the nickname and the sexy scene. The stranger, dressed in the thick bathrobe. Her lamp lay on its side by his feet along with her quilt. He looked like a man preparing to launch on a long voyage, swaying jerkily. He turned a hawk-like gaze on her and she felt it straight to her toes. “Where’s the bathroom?”

Brenna scrambled to him. “I’ll help you.” He released his anchor and the ship was loosed from its mooring, advancing full throttle to the kitchen doorway. “Hold on, hold on.” She tightened her grip on him.

“Who are you?” he demanded, looked down at her with suspicious eyes.

Her eyes widened with consternation. “Oh, my God. You have amnesia. You don’t know who you are.”

“No, damn it. I know exactly who I am.” His words were slurred. “What I don’t know is who you are and why my head feels like it’s about to implode.”

He swayed, staggered backward. It didn’t take precognitive abilities to see it coming. She grabbed for him, wedging herself behind him to prevent yet another concussion. Now, hadn’t she known what would happen next?

Suddenly, he was toppling backward, but at the last minute he flipped her over to take the brunt of the contact with the hard floor himself. She felt the air leave him followed by a startled ooomph as she landed on top of him—hard.

Brenna blew the hair out of her eyes. “Well. I guess chivalry isn’t dead. I’ll bet that hurt.” She rubbed her knee as he threw an arm over his face and groaned. She was going to succeed in killing him if she didn’t get him into the bedroom.

He swore again, lavishly, and this time her grandfather who’d spent thirty years in the Navy saluted from his grave. For a couple long seconds, he floundered like a beached octopus legs kicking and arms moving until he finally righted himself. Brenna knelt next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

He flinched. “Leave me alone. Are you trying to kill me?” His left hand cradled his temple.

“I’ll have you know I was trying to break your fall. You were going down like a Redwood in the Sequoia National Forest.”

He shook his head, “Silly woman, if I’d landed on you, you’d have been hurt.”

Another sharp crack of thunder made Brenna flinch. When the light flickered on those amber eyes amidst a mask of blood and bruises, she shivered. Bad Brenna was thinking, He’d make a nice Christmas present. Her eyes traveled down the contours of his body. Rational, sane, level headed Brenna knew this might turn into her worst nightmare.

How could she even think of sex at a time like this? Her house was a wreck. The power was out. Handsome stranger or naked burglar or hunky naked burglar—however she chose to think of him, the bottom line was she didn’t know who he was or how she was going to get him on his feet.

It couldn’t get any worse.

“Shit. My head hurts, and I have to piss,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. What a gentleman.

He put his hands on the floor, gathering the strength to rise. He swayed like a rickety saw horse on all fours, his bicep muscles quivering, face turning a sickly green as his features contorted.

“Oh, no.” She recognized that look.

“No, no, wait.” She darted for the trashcan.

Too late. He threw up, and her freshly waxed hardwood floor was covered with a stinking, steaming, slippery pile of vomit.


She glimpsed of his eyes rolling up, and just as she got a hand on one a powerful forearm, he passed out. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to keep his shoulder from grazing the oozing pile of muck when he landed.

A loud boom shook the cabin.

Brenna looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, quit, will you?”

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I grew up outside of D.C. – go Redskins! – then moved to the bayous of Louisiana – go Saints! Yes, I’m a huge football fan.

With a life long fascination (read that: phobia) of storms, and living in Louisiana where severe weather is a part of life, it was only natural that it would play a big part in my world. I’ve written nine books based in the communities surrounding Storm Lake in Southern Louisiana. The farther east you go on Storm Lake the more weather you see and the less paranormal the stories are. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without any magic?

You can pick up a brochure on my website from the Storm Lake Tourism Board but beware, the lake is only a figment of my fertile mind.

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Breakfast at the Beach House Hotel by @JudithKeim #womensfiction #bookpromo #giveaway

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Title: Breakfast at the Beach House Hotel

Author: Judith Keim

Genre: Women’s Fiction

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When Ann Rutherford’s husband dumps her for the bimbo in his office, unfairly leaving her without a home or a job, she reluctantly joins forces with Rhonda DelMonte to convert Rhonda’s Florida seaside estate into the small upscale hotel it once was. Ann, quiet and reserved, is no match for brash, bossy Rhonda, who left the family’s New Jersey butcher business after she won the lottery. Amid their struggles to succeed, The Sins of the Children, a soap opera, films a number of episodes at the hotel and things get complicated in unexpected ways when Ann falls for Vaughn Sanders, the star of the show.


I turned to Angie’s mother and shocked, I rocked back on my heels. This was sweet, shy, little Angie’s mother?

Wearing a bright green silk caftan and sparkly, gold and “diamond” sandals, Rhonda DelMonte stood before me like a large tropical bird. Rhinestone-studded sunglasses rested atop her head and huge diamonds, offset by a deep tan, winked at her ears, wrists and throat. My gaze traveled up to Rhonda’s bleached blond hair, pulled away from her full face and gathered in a knot at the base of her head. Wide brown eyes, surrounded by lashes stiff with mascara, studied me openly.

“So, you made it!” Rhonda boomed, pulling me into a bosomy hug that reeked of Poison perfume. “Let’s see if we can put some color on that thin, little figure of yours!” She squinted at me. “And a sparkle in those eyes.”

Bowled over by her presence, I forced a smile.

She gave me a little jab on the arm. “Boy, have I heard a lot about you! But, don’t worry! It wasn’t all bad.” She let out a short burst of laughter and studied me. “Ann Rutherford sounds so formal. I’ve decided to call you Annie.”

“But, but,” I sputtered. I hated the name Annie. It reminded me too much of Little Orphan Annie. My own parents were killed in an auto accident when I was just five, leaving my strict grandmother to raise me. “I don’t…”

“Don’t pay any attention to me.” Giving me a broad grin, Rhonda elbowed me playfully. “I have to dub people in my own way, and with those round blue eyes of yours, you’re an Annie if I ever saw one!”

Before I could respond, Liz tugged on my arm. “Mom! You have to come see what Angie got for an early Christmas present!”

She led me outside. A shiny, little white convertible was parked in the waiting zone.

Liz grinned. “Neat, huh? I’ve always wanted a Beemer!”

“It’s just perfect!” Angie gave her mother a quick hug. She might be a little spoiled but she was a sweet girl. Dark-haired and quiet, she was a perfect match for my more outgoing blonde daughter.

We loaded the car with the suitcases, and I squeezed into the backseat of the BMW with Rhonda. As we drove through town, it was difficult to hear Rhonda’s chatter above the rush of wind in my ears, but I strained to listen.

“Palm Avenue is one of the nicest shopping districts in Sabal. They have some beautiful things.” Rhonda gave me a meaningful look. “You’ll be able to buy some bright, fun clothes, and not be quite so beige.”

Dismayed, I glanced down at the simple beige dress I was wearing.

“Don’t worry.” Rhonda winked. “We’ve got plenty of time for shopping.”

I sat back in my seat, realizing this short visit wasn’t going to seem short at all.

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Author Biography:

Judith Keim was born and raised in Elmira, New York, and now makes her home in Idaho with her husband and long-haired dachshund, Winston, and other members of her family.

Growing up, books were always present – being read, ready to go back to the library or about to be discovered. Information from the books was shared in general conversation, giving all of us in the family a wealth of knowledge and a lot of imagination. Perhaps that is why I was drawn to the idea of writing stories early on. I particularly love to write novels about women who face unexpected challenges with strength and find love along the way.

As J.S. Keim I write children’s middle-grade stories. I love writing about kids who have interesting, fun, exciting experiences with creatures real and fantastical and with characters who learn to see the world in a different way.

I have a story in Chicken Soup to Inspire a Woman’s Soul and a story in Belle Book’s Mossy Creek Series – A Summer in Mossy Creek. Some of my stories have finalled in RWA contests and three of my children’s stories have been published in magazines – Highlights for Children, Jack and Jill and Children’s Playmate.

I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy telling them!

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