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


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Title: My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Women’s Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

Special Canada Day Giveaway:

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

 

Open internationally.

 

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

 

 

Excerpt:

Home.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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


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Title: Royal Enchantment

Author: Sharon Ashwood

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

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Book Blurb:

She married the king. She wanted the man.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“What are you doing in here?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“What would you have me say?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Why am I here?”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Royal-Enchantment-Sharon-Ashwood/dp/0373139918/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/royal-enchantment-sharon-ashwood/1125315034?ean=9780373139910

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/royal-enchantment-1

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/royal-enchantment/id1198277378?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Harlequin: https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9781488031205_royal-enchantment.html

 

Author Biography:

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

 

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Website: http://www.rowanartistry.com

 

#ReleaseDay — The Supernatural Pet Sitter by @DianeMoatAuthor #paranormal #kidlit #MGlit


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Title: The Supernatural Pet Sitter: The Magic Thief

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Middle Grade, Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Every animal can talk to you. You just have to know how to listen.

Pepper Neely is better at this than most, especially because she is in charge of pet sitting all the familiars in her neighborhood. A familiar is a pet magically linked to a witch or warlock. As a gnome, Pepper is no stranger to spells and sorcery. She also knows that, despite their special name, familiars aren’t all that different from regular animals. They get anxious when separated from their people, so Pepper uses her special gnome powers to calm them down. She watches Cranky the high-strung ferret, Frank the laid-back parrot, King Arthur the elderly tortoise, and many others.

Then, something terrible begins happening to the familiars. Someone is stealing their magic! It not only prevents Pepper from communicating with them but breaks their magical connection with their people. When King Arthur’s magic is stolen, his owner’s powers stop working too. Pepper can sense that the tortoise is very scared.

In order to protect the animal’s magic, Pepper decides to track down the culprit. With the help of her best friend, Luna, and her brother, Jax, Pepper fights to protect all of the special pets.

 

Excerpt:

Luna focused on the candle to her far left. Ten minutes later, the candle was still going strong. Pepper bit her lip, feeling sorry for Luna. She turned to stare at the uncooperative candle, and imagined a little wind blowing the candle out. Puff.

 

Suddenly, the uncooperative candle blinked out as if someone had snuffed it with their fingers.

 

Amazon 5 Star Review:

“Pepper Neely is a very special pet sitter because not only is she a little different in and of her own self—she’s a gnome—but the animals she’s responsible for are rather unusual, too. Most are witch’s familiars, and they’re magic. Now someone is trying to mess with them, and thirteen-year-old Pepper is on the case. This is a fun book with no rough edges for parents to worry about. The action is sweet but with many exciting twists and turns that show Pepper’s sterling qualities—and the gnome family is decent and tightly knit. Definitely something young people will enjoy and with nothing for a parent to worry about. Good story and I’m looking forward to the sequel.” –

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Supernatural-Pet-Sitter-Magic-Thief-ebook/dp/B06XFQRV74

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34320532-the-supernatural-pet-sitter

 

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Author Biography:

Diane is a Tennessee transplant, animal rescuer, and nurse. Dog Gone is her debut novel, born from years of hearing animal rescuers say about animal abusers, “If only I could get my hands on that person…” Diane is assisted by her many rescue dogs.

 

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*** Release Day: Planting the Seeds of Love by @NNP_W_Light *** #ASMSG #IARTG #MFRWAuthor


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The day is finally here: Release Day!!! I’m so excited to share my new release with the world. This is a story that ironically came from a flash fiction I wrote back in March 2015. Sally tapped me on the shoulder and wanted me to share her story with you. 

The reviews are coming in and everyone seems to love it. YAY!

It’s available on Amazon exclusively for only $2.99 and if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free. 😀

Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult Romance

Release Date: September 15, 2015

Tagline: Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

Excerpt:

Sally woke up the next morning to the sound of a chainsaw, multiple chainsaws. What the hell is going on? It’s five-thirty in the morning! She threw back the bedcovers and grabbed her robe off the back of the bedroom door. Pulling it tight across her body, the floral soft cotton robe did nothing to conceal the fact she was naked underneath. She ran down the stairs and stomped out the door barefoot.

“So help me, I’m going to kill whomever is making that racket,” she roared to no one in particular.

She craned her neck to hear where the sound was coming from. Turning left, towards the citrus grove, she saw Jack and two other men standing under the trees. All of the frustration from the past week poured out of her and she ran as hard as she could. When she came closer, she realized what they were about to do.

“Stop! Don’t cut these trees down!” She panted. She put her hands on her hips to catch her breath.

Jack’s eyes roamed the length of her body and Sally could feel a slight warmth heat her cheeks. She looked down at her disheveled robe and pulled her robe tighter. Dammit, what’s he staring at? She lifted her gaze and her stomach did a flip. Jack’s shirt wasn’t buttoned and she caught a glimpse of his tanned ripped stomach muscles. Oh my!

“Jack, what are you doing? Do you know it’s five-thirty in the morning?”

He shook his head, as if that was an answer. She tore her eyes away from his abs to his face. She inhaled sharply. His hooded eyes looked ready to devour her. I must be seeing things. Maybe he’s just hungry.

The two other men set down their chainsaws. “Listen Jack, we’ll be over at your farm eating some breakfast. Come get us when you’re ready.”

Jack snapped his head around to the men. “Sure. I’ll see you guys in few minutes.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I have to clear things up with Miss Rayton.” Jack watched the men walk away and whipped his head back to Sally.

Sally rolled her eyes and said aloud, “Yeah, you just have to talk to the womanfolk.” She spoke in a sweet Southern drawl. “Remember to speak nice and slow so she understands ya’ll.”

Buy Links:

Available at Amazon Worldwide exclusively: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01581XM50

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26134330-planting-the-seeds-of-love

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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.

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