Viable Threat by @JulieRoweAuthor #romanticsuspense #books #newrelease #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Viable Threat

Author: Julie Rowe

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Book Blurb:

Special Forces soldier and medic Walter River would give anything to snatch more than a few seconds of down time to see if he can rattle the no-nonsense and incredibly hot Dr. Lloyd he’s protecting, but dodging explosions, snipers, and student radicals who’ve unleashed a lethal bio-engineered microorganism have made that almost impossible. Maybe he’ll get a chance—if he can figure out how to keep them both alive.

CDC microbiologist Ava Lloyd races to find a cure for a bio-terrorism organism sweeping El Paso. The few stolen moments with her very hunky bodyguard River have been explosive, but no matter how alluring he is, she can’t afford to get distracted. The clock is ticking, people are dying by the hundreds, and once this crisis is solved, they’ll both be off on their next assignment, thousands of miles apart.

Excerpt:

She rested her head against the back of the seat and gave him a strange sort of sad smile. “You know what I’d like to do right now?”

He grunted and wagged his index finger. “That is a trick question.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He liked seeing the smile on her face. He liked seeing her face, period. “Tell me, Mouse, what would you like to do right now?”

She waved him closer, and he leaned toward her. She did it again, then put a hand on his shoulder and pulled herself up so she could whisper in his ear, “I’d like to take that respirator off you and kiss you, silly.”

She let go of him and resumed her previous position on the seat. He sat perfectly still. It took just about everything in him to not rip the mask off and grant her wish.

“I’m sorry,” she said, with as close to soundless as a voice could get. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

He looked at her and realized she thought he was embarrassed or some shit like that.

“I’m uncomfortable,” he murmured. “Because I’ve had a damned hard-on since I bandaged you up.” Her pupils widened, and her mouth dropped open. “When this is over, you can kiss any part of me you want for as long as you like, just as long as I can return the favor.”

“Oh,” she breathed out. When her tongue licked over her lips, he had to chain his hands to his sides to keep from grabbing her.

Though a blush heated her cheeks, tears filled her eyes until they spilled over and tracked down her face. “Chances are, that’s just a dream.”

It just about killed him to see her so sad. “Hey.” He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “No Negative Nancys allowed on this trip.”

“I’ve got a headache, River. A fever can’t be far behind.”

“That happy bastard Henry is going to come up with some kind of magic potion that will kick this bug’s ass.”

“If that were possible, we’d know.”

“We’ve been so busy blowing sh*t up, we might not have been told.”

She slanted a disbelieving glance at him. “You just spoke with our boss. I think she would have mentioned any magic potions, if they’d been available.”

He ran his hands through his hair. “Could you work with me, Mouse? We’ve got a mass murderer to catch, and I need you ready and able to help reel in the son-of-a-bitch.”

“Ah, I see what you’re doing. Trying to put me in a good mood.”

“Jesus f**k, woman, you think I’d tell you how much I want you just to put you in a good mood?” He leaned down, grabbing the top of the seat on either side of her head. “Do I look like a motivational speaker?”

She studied him, her gaze flicking across his face and uniform. Covered in dirt, debris, and blood, he looked like a walking nightmare. “You look like a soldier on a mission.”

“That’s true, but not all of it.” He whispered, “I’ve got another mission. A personal one. You.”

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Author Biography:

Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the Northwest Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “Fiction has to be believable”. Julie writes romantic suspense and romantic military thrillers. Her most recent titles include Viable Threat, the first book in the Disease Control and Enforcement series, and Viral Justice, book three of the Biological Response Team series. You can find her at www.julieroweauthor.com , on Twitter @julieroweauthor or at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor

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The Highlander’s English Woman by USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie #99cents #HistoricalRomance


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Title: The Highlander’s English Woman

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Romance

Publisher: Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

Laura Reynolds and long-time friend of Jamie Maxwell Collins are in love. She adores his playful sense of humor, caring nature as well as his strong sense of honor. They have known each other from the time Jamie trained with her older brother at their home on the English side of Scottish border. Jamie has become an excellent soldier except he won’t fight and while she knows him well, she has no idea why.

 

Jamie Maxwell Collins lives on the Scottish side of the border. Carefree and open, he hides a dark secret so powerful it could destroy his family and those he cares for. He can’t involve Laura in this deception. He mustn’t give her hope for a future together. Instead, he ends their relationship.

 

While visiting Jamie’s uncle, Laura stumbles upon Jamie’s secret, but has nowhere to turn. The only person with the answer, her brother is gone, killed on a Welsh battlefield. In her heart of hearts she knows Jamie is innocent. Their relationship in tatters and with no hope of reconciliation, she plays a deadly game to find a way to exonerate Jamie even though it means agreeing to a political marriage. She has no idea the entire game has been orchestrated by her future husband, Jamie’s greatest enemy.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

Excerpt:

“Hold me. Don’t let me go,” Laura said. She nuzzled his neck and sank into his strong embrace. “Love me,” she whispered in his ear. His muscles tensed in response. She wanted his arms around her, his lips touching hers.

 

They sank on the bed and held each other close. She was afraid to let him go, afraid the emptiness would find her, afraid of losing him, again. With an unending thirst, she focused on his mouth, the shape of his lips, the kisses that they promised.

 

His hand stroked the side of her body from her breast to her thigh, claiming them. One stroke of her breast and she tugged on his shirt. He didn’t hesitate. He obliged her and pulled it off. Her hand played down the hard planes of his chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of the scars on his chest.

 

“These weren’t here.” She traced them with her finger.

 

He stopped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Fighting for The Maxwell comes with a price. I don’t want to think of the Maxwell.” He kissed her fingertips. “I thought I lost you forever.”

 

She closed her eyes and reveled in the tingling sensation racing through her body and put her head on his shoulder.

 

He opened her bodice and stroked the top of her chest then, with trembling hands, touched her breasts. A low moan escaped her lips.

 

Jamie bent and kissed each breast.

 

He ignited a flame inside her that set her on fire. Delicious shudders pulsed through her. She pulled his head away and kissed him.

 

Her fingers traced the scars and the muscles of his chest danced at the light touch. “Where did you get this one?”

 

“In a fight with the English.” His rapt gaze focused on her face.

 

Her lips brushed against his skin.  His skin deckled in gooseflesh. Her finger moved on. “And this one?”

 

“A reiver attack,” his voice was husky and seductive.

 

The hooded passion in his eyes encouraged her. She kissed the scar and moved on. The tips of her fingers traced down his chest. “Here is another.” The scar snaked below his navel. Another kiss. Her fingers trailed down further.

 

He pulled her up and rolled on top of her. Her body instinctively arched against his. “You are mine.” His warm breath brushed against her face. Two heartbeats passed. “Do you hear me? You’re mine,” he said more urgently.

 

“Yes.” Her voice an intimate whisper. His lips tugged into a sideways grin.

 

His smile that made her bones go limp. It was his magic.

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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Meet Elias (sexy #vampire) from @KryssieFortune’s New #Paranormal #EroticRomance! #romance


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Have you ever wondered what a vampire thinks and feels? Today’s it’s my great pleasure to introduce you to Elias from the newly released erotic romance, Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf. He’s, well, I’ll let him introduce himself. Take it away, Elias:

 

I’m a soldier of Sparta. Once I thought that was everything. It didn’t matter that my father was the Macedonian king, although I hated him for throwing me, Elias—heir to the Macedonian throne—away like I was nothing.

 

“A hostage to the fragile peace,” he called it

 

I grew up in the Spartan agoge, aka the cruelest boy training academy ever. I leaned about hunger and hurting, but that made me no different to any other Spartan warrior in training. After all that, King Leonidas refused to let me fight at Thermopylae. My new wife, a woman I loathed on sight, said it shamed her and slit my throat while I slept.

 

That’s when the real torture started. Powerful forces pulled my soul into the Etruscan Hell Zone, and for seven centuries, the Tuchulcha demons taught me what pain really was. Spartan’s don’t scream. Ever. In life, I was stoic, stronger than any of my contemporaries. In death, I learned to scream. The only way to survive was to turn vampire. Then Tempest, my curvy red-haired angel, pulled me back into the real world.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

A full belly, a blanket for warmth, and Tempest in my bed.

 

What is your greatest extravagance?

I don’t need much. Growing up as a Spartan warrior told me that. I love my 1,000cc motorbike and my sports car. As a Spartan, we marched everywhere. Twenty-first century transport is amazing, but I’d give up everything to keep Tempest safe.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Edgy. Angry. Deadly, maybe. I need to claim Tempest and bind her to me forever, but she’s not ready. For a vampire, finding his bride is everything, but for all she’s a witch—albeit a weak one—and she doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Worse, one of my younger brothers has somehow turned werewolf. He scented Tempest and claimed she was his mate. I’d drain every drop of blood from his body, but he came to our aid when we fought Tuchulcha demons in your world. Tempest thinks we owe him. Seth, my half-brother, grew up with everything, fine food, good clothes, and a family who loved him. I had nothing and no one. Now I have Tempest, he wants to take her from me too. Just once, I want something good to happen for me. Honestly, Tempest is my addiction, my heart and my world. I can’t live without her.

 

What is your most treasured possession?

My bride. The one woman who completes my soul and makes my heart beat. That’s Tempest, of course.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

I spent seven centuries in the Etruscan hell, and you at ask me that? I endured cold so intense it froze the flesh from my bones. Even with my vampire healing I have scars around my wrists where the demons wrapped leather thongs around them and suspended me from the ceiling. They enjoyed poking my wounds with hot pokers and they whipped the flesh from my bones. The only thing worse than them recapturing me would be if I lost Tempest. I’d endure anything to protect her.

 

What is your favorite occupation?

Kissing Tempest. Stroking her body until she whimpers with desire. Did I say she has the world’s most spankable ass? Afterward, she comes apart as I love her long and hard. I never imagined a woman like her, let alone that I’d find my eternal bride, but making Tempest smile motivates my every action and thought.

 

What is your most marked characteristic?

I grew up wearing rags. The Spartans kept the boys in the agoge hungry and cold. By law, the elders gave us one cloak a year and nothing else. We stole clothes from washing lines and ate rotten food from the midden, or slipped into homes and pilfered some warrior’s meal. The penalties if we were caught were sometimes fatal. After that, all adult Spartans like to look good. Remember the stories about the warriors at Thermopylae washing and combing each other’s hair before battle. Despite expecting to die the next day, they wanted to look their best as they met their fate.

 

I’m the same. I keep my hair short and well-tended. Twenty-first century clothes are wonderful. I’m the guy in a suit when others wearing ripped jeans and muscles shirts. Of course, Tempest prefers me bare chested so she can run her fingers over my eight pack or lick my chest. I’m good with that too, but looking smart matters to me.

 

Who are your favorite writers?

I’ve so much catching up to do. Having spent seven centuries locked in the Etruscan Hell, I know little about twenty-first century life. I read nonfiction. Mostly history books, and thankfully, I’m a quick learner.

 

Who are your heroes in real life?

This is hard. I was born before most of them. The Macedonian line gave the world Alexander the Great. He’s the descendant of one of my half-brothers. I’ve not met most of them, and I have eight. I forget which one took the throne after my death. Like me all my family, myself included, Alexander had mismatched eyes.

 

Alexander’s battle tactics are still studied by the military today. He never did the things his enemies expected. Instead, he homed in on their weaknesses and decimated them.  He even solved the riddle of the Gordian knot. With his warrior’s body and striking looks women were all over him. Despite that, his greatest weapon was his mind.

 

What are your favorite names?

Tempest, of course.

 

What is it that you most dislike?

Werewolves who come after my woman.

 

How would you like to die?

I’ve done that already. I’d like to avoid doing it again. Being a vampire makes me immortal, but without Tempest I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t drink. My body will fail and I will die of a broken heart. And do you know what? I wouldn’t care. Life without my bride is unthinkable.

 

Title: Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Author:  Kryssie Fortune

Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance / Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Loose id

Book Cover: Designed by Dar Albert

 

Book Blurb:  

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

 
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

 
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

 
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
 

 

Excerpt:

Even when Tempest threw all the fabled eye-of-newt stuff into a caldron, it only burned and stuck to the sides. She’d no stored magic or super-strength spells to aid Elias. Trembling, she took two steps back. When she finally found her voice, she screamed and looked around for a weapon. Her grandmother—the Superwitch—would have zapped those demon things with a spell to turn them inside out by now.

 

Tempest grabbed a fallen branch and yelled like a banshee, ready to charge the demons. Their high-pitched jabber grew louder. More dark shapes dropped to the ground behind Elias. No matter how many demons Elias ripped apart, their numbers kept growing. The way they waved their legs and homed in on their prey horrified her. She froze when four scuttled into the trees and swung around Elias, heading toward her. The way they waved their too-thin limbs as they moved over the ground or dangled from webs they’d spun around the overhanging leafy branches sparked a primeval terror in Tempest’s soul. She wished she’d run rather than summoned her useless magic. Although she swung her stick like a madwoman, fear pulsed in her soul. The closer the demons came, the harder she found it to breathe.

 

A beast charged from the shadows, all fur, fangs, and fury. Over eight-feet tall, it towered over the spider demons. The overhanging tree branches brushed the golden hairs on its ears. Its growl sounded like thunder, and when it extended its claws, the beast looked like it belonged in a slasher movie. Bizarrely, it carried a sword.

 

The beast’s shaggy blond fur and contorted features chilled Tempest’s blood. He looked like a giant wolf, albeit one with supersized fangs and claws. Goddess, is that a werewolf? Whatever its origins, the beast roared a challenge at the demons. The sound echoed down the deserted footpath and set the demons chittering again. When the beast moved toward her, she took a faltering step back, but she lifted her makeshift weapon. She wasn’t going down without a fight, but if it came after her, she wouldn’t last a minute.

 

It leaped between her and Tuchulcha demons, its huge head swinging left and right as if deciding whether to snatch her in its claws or fight off her attackers. Finally, sword in hand, it turned toward the Tuchulcha. Another growl—deep and rough—rumbled from its throat. “Nothing touches what’s mine.”

 

The beast’s rough, raspy voice made Tempest think of unrefined whisky and sex. Her toes curled in delight. Better still, the beast sounded as though he was on her side. She pointed toward Elias and begged, “Help him. Please.”

 

The beast’s roar drowned out the sounds of Elias’s battle. It stared at Tempest for a full five seconds. Finally, he bowed his head toward her and tossed the sword to Elias. “Spartan, catch.”

 

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Publisher http://www.loose-id.com/claimed-by-the-vampire-seduced-by-the-werewolf.html

 

Kryssie Fortune

 

Author Biography:

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand-alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

 

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Rake Most Likely to Seduce (Rakes on Tour) by @BronwynScott #historicalromance #bookreview


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Title: Rake Most Likely to Seduce (Rakes on Tour)

Author: Bronwyn Scott

Genre: Historical Romance

Book Blurb:

“All gamblers are alike in luck…”

Although when Nolan Gray enters a high-stakes game in Venice, facing a ruthless opponent, he’ll need more than just luck. He can’t start losing now…especially when the virginity of the enthralling Gianna Minotti hangs in the balance!

Fate is on his side, and Nolan seizes victory. But leaving in a gondola with Gianna and not collecting on his tantalizing prize pushes Nolan to his limits! Can he help her claim her freedom when really he wants to claim her for his own?

My Review:

Gambler Nolan Gray and his three friends leave England behind for an European tour of adventure, revelry, romance and to make their way in the world. Settling in Venice, Nolan has a gift for playing cards. Entering a high-stakes game, Nolan meets a dangerous count. When the count puts up the virginity of his beautiful ward, Gianna Minotti, Nolan’s distaste is evident. When he wins the hand and Gianna, he whisks her away before the count changes his mind. Nolan doesn’t have time for a liaison so he grants her freedom. But she refuses to leave.

Gianna is desperate to escape the count’s clutches and Nolan Gray appears to be the only way out. She can’t lay all her cards on the table, not yet, no matter how much her body quivers with desire. Can Nolan and Gianna put aside their attraction long enough to garner her freedom or will their luck run out?

A fantastic, riveting historical romance! I loved the setting of Venice and it added a layer of seduction to the story. I got swept away in the dance Nolan and Gianna portrayed. The count is a conniving evil man and added depth to the story. Can’t wait to read more from Bronwyn Scott.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Rake-Most-Likely-Seduce-Rakes-ebook/dp/B0111TTRC0

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Rake-Most-Likely-Seduce-Rakes-ebook/dp/B0111TTRC0

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rake-Most-Likely-Seduce-Rakes-ebook/dp/B0111TTRC0

Harlequin https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9781488003875_rake-most-likely-to-seduce.html

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25897388-rake-most-likely-to-seduce

 

Author Biography:

Bronwyn Scott writes historical romances for Harlequin, Mills and Boon. She has over forty titles currently in print with them.

Bronwyn’s 2009 novel, The Viscount Claims His Bride was a RomCon finalist for best short historical, as was her 2011 release, A Thoroughly Compromised Lady.

Bronwyn enjoys learning foreign languages, traveling, and history.

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

A Price for Genius by @LinWilder is a Gripping, Addictive Read! #bookreview #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: A Price for Genius

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Medical Thriller

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Hello Mr. Reardon,

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

Here are the steps you must not take:

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

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

 

My Review:

Take one drug promising to lengthen a person’s life to 140 + one German pharmaceutical company desperate to do anything to get their hands on the drug = an adrenaline-rushing medical thriller.

 

In the middle of the night, Dr. Lindsay and her husband, Rich, receive a phone call from their friend, Hank. His daughter and another female scientist have been kidnapped and their anti-aging drug is gone. The kidnappers throw them all into a deadly (and very real) cat-and-mouse game. Can Lindsay and Rich save the women in time or have they just walked into a fatal trap?

 

WOW! Yes, that’s my first reaction to A Price for Genius. Wilder kicks up the pulse-pounding action in her third book in her medical mystery series. I couldn’t put it down and white-knuckled my e-reader the whole time. In the vein of Grisham and Coban, Wilder grabs ahold of the reader and doesn’t let go. Wilder likes to plunge the reader into the action and I advise you to take deep breaths while reading. I worried for several of the characters and the bad guys were deliciously evil. Thrilling, addictive and reads like a movie, you’ll never guess the ending. Can’t wait for the next book in the series.

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

“You must know Sir, there is a price for genius.”

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Price-Genius-Lin-Wilder-ebook/dp/B01MG5JLBI

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Price-Genius-Lin-Wilder-ebook/dp/B01MG5JLBI

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Price-Genius-Lin-Wilder-ebook/dp/B01MG5JLBI

 

Lin Wilder

 

Author Biography:

Lin Weeks Wilder has published dozens of articles, wrote a textbook, and has written four self-help books. Lin has written three medical thrillers situated in Houston, Texas where Lin worked for over 23 years.

 

The Fragrance Shed by a Violet, the sequel Do You Solemnly Swear? and the third in her series, A Price for Genius. The story of the return to faith, Finding the Narrow Road was an unplanned surprise. In her free time, Lin Wilder enjoys hiking, listening to beautiful music, gardening and last but certainly not least, reading. Lin is married to a former Marine and psychologist with 25 years of experience counseling ex- combat veterans. They reside in Nevada with their two dogs.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon by Gabriel Bacopa #BookReview! #darkcomedy #shortstories #books


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Title: Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon: with Letters from the Fourth Reich

Author: Gabriel Bacopa

Genre: Dark Comedy, Comedic Fiction, Short Stories

 

Book Blurb:

Have a laugh and cry with these three 21st century stories:

 

A Day with the Professor: Yale’s most prestigious and brilliant philosophy professor must take a day off work, and an eccentric yet possibly insanely brilliant man takes his place.

 

Eating Ice cream in Armageddon: A tale of sadness, adventure, and despair, when a man and a teenage girl he is fond of must survive World War 3 Together.

 

“Quite possibly the only teenage romance set during World War 3”

 

Letters from the Fourth Reich: A man sends letters to his love in Germany while trying to survive the tyrannical rule of the new Dictator-President Pump.

 

My Review:

Total review: 5+ stars because I can’t give 1,000 stars!!!!!

 

A gifted writer who has become my favorite politics writer.  Intelligent, witty, crafty, smart, thought provoking.  I sincerely love this book and recommend to anyone who wants to expand their mind while laughing out loud constantly.

 

Story 1 – A Day With The Professor

Superb beginning. I LOVE this story!  It appears the replacement prof is crazy but class doesn’t notice creating a thought provoking correlation between insanity and philosophy.  Just a brilliant story that captures the mind of the reader and speaks to how humanity really is. 5+ stars (or 1,000 stars)

 

Story 2 – Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon

5+++++ stars

 

Brilliant! I absolutely loved the surprise endings. So deeply unsettling is a work of fiction that so closely mirrors the world we live in now.  My FAVE story of the book!

 

Story 3 – The 4th Reich

5+ stars

 

Ronald Pump, Pen Larson …I nearly spit out my lunch laughing at this creatively written send up of the current state of American politics.  Written in a unique format it captives and carries the reader along, not unlike being unable to take your eyes off a car crash.  Fantastic, Chilling, Sarcastic, Realistic – might give a certain portion of voters from last November reason to take a looooong look in the mirror.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Eating-Ice-Cream-Armageddon-Letters-ebook/dp/B01MYUYEBM

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Eating-Ice-Cream-Armageddon-Letters-ebook/dp/B01MYUYEBM

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Eating-Ice-Cream-Armageddon-Letters-ebook/dp/B01MYUYEBM

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33225045-eating-ice-cream-in-armageddon

 

Author Biography:

Book Signing by Author Gabriel Bacopa – Sunday, May 13, 2017:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1950640075171440/?notif_t=plan_user_joined&notif_id=1493065140636732

 

Gabriel Bacopa grew up in Southern California to a Palestinian Father and Israeli mother. He is the author of The Mansion and Love and Paranoia.

 

Social Media Links:

Website/Blog: https://gabrielbacopa.wordpress.com/

 

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

 

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Gabriel-Bacopa/e/B01M1N7L45

 

Reviewed by: Mr. N

The Fragrance Shed By A Violet by @LinWilder #bookreview #medicalmystery #TuesdayBookBlog


Fragrance Shed by a Violet

 

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

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Medical Mystery

 

Book Blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

 

My Review:

I’m a recent fan of medical mysteries, even though it’s been a popular genre for years. In The Fragrance Shed by a Violet, Lin Wilder takes us deep inside medical research and one doctor’s actions that reverberates throughout the community. Dr. Lindsay McCall is tried and convicted for intentional murder. As she sits in jail, guilt and shame her companions in the cell, investigative reporter Kate Townsend is confident Dr. McCall didn’t do it. She investigates and what she uncovers, shakes the medical industry to the core. Can she free Dr. McCall or will greater forces keep her quiet?

 

But there’s a deeper storyline here, one that surprised me. Forgiveness. Do we have the capacity to forgive ourselves as we forgive others? Whether it’s admitting a costly error in judgement or betraying a loved one, forgiveness is one of life’s ultimate challenges. Dr. McCall must forgive herself but at what cost?

 

This is more than a simple medical mystery. I’d also include courtroom drama as well as investigative thriller to the genre. Filled with subtle sub-plots and twists I wasn’t expecting, The Fragrance Shed by a Violet is one of the best books I’ve read this year. I loved Dr. McCall as a main character for many reasons but one that sticks out is authentic. Every emotion she experiences, the reader does as well, and that makes for a gripping story. Wilder is a gifted writer, whose knowledge of the medical industry is apparent from the first page. Intricately-woven, she takes the reader deep into the characters and circumstances so the reader is left wondering what he/she would do if that happened to them.

 

If I had to sum my feelings in four words, I’d say this book is gripping, honest and unexpectedly touching. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

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

 

Let nothing dismay thee.

All things pass.

God never changes.

Patience acquires all that is strived for.

She who has God finds that she lacks nothing.

God alone suffices.”

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27181645-the-fragrance-shed-by-a-violet

 

Lin Wilder

 

Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

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

Twitter https://twitter.com/LinWilder

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7944373.Lin_Wilder

LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/linwilder

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

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf by @KryssieFortune #Erotic #PNR #NewRelease


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Title Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Author Kryssie Fortune

Genre Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher Loose id

Book Blurb

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.

Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

Excerpt

In the deserted street outside Tempest’s workplace, a golden werewolf threw back his head and howled. The faint scent of his mate tickled his nostrils, sweet and floral with a hint of spice. Seth breathed deeply, drawing it into his lungs. He couldn’t stay here, since a mythological creature walking York’s streets would cause a panic. People would run from his eight-foot werewolf form. Some might have an adrenaline rush and attack him. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass Hades by injuring humans or ending up in the newspapers.

Seth shifted to human and pulled on the black jeans and leather jacket Hades had left him. As Hades had promised, he found the key to his hotel suite in his pocket. A little luxury wouldn’t go amiss after the endless bland days in the Elysian Fields. Being dead wasn’t all Seth expected it to be. He’d lacked purpose or goals. Having a mission made him feel truly alive, even if it had meant turning werewolf to accept it.

Back in the underworld, his cheeks had ached from the constant smiling, and he’d found the endless joy galling. His riding skills had been the pride of his human existence, but the horses in the Elysian Fields behaved more like oversized puppies than wild stallions. Bored, he’d meandered through the afterlife, grinning like a loon and hating every moment.

Finally, Hades had taken pity on him. Now Seth had a task to fulfill and a mate to claim. It wouldn’t take long to drag the traitor Elias back to his cell in Tartarus. The selfish bastard deserved every torment he suffered after almost plunging the ancient Macedonian kingdom into civil war.

Afterward, Seth would enjoy some serious loving with the woman who smelled of wildflowers and freedom. Before he set out, Hades had given him her name—Tempest—and sworn she wouldn’t be able to resist Seth’s charms. Their connection would seethe with intensity and need. Thinking about it left him aching inside. Once he found her, he’d woo her with expensive gifts and pretty words. Although, maybe he’d spank her pretty ass first.

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Elias battled the dark hunger inside him. Tempest’s well-being mattered more than his unnatural thirst. While he wanted to claim her, he’d treat her with the respect she deserved.

Boom. An explosion echoed through his skull, so loud it almost deafened him. Boom. It sounded again. Boom. His muscles tensed, and he scanned the room for danger. Boom. Realization dawned. Tempest made him whole and set his heart beating for the first time in centuries. Bride. She’s my bride. The Tuchulcha demons will hurt her to hurt me. 

Werewolves had fated mates, but vampires had brides—the one woman who made their heart beat. Tempest was his, and he’d never willingly leave her side. The depth of his emotions scared him more than the Persian hordes, but humans married, not mated. What if she didn’t feel the same?

His heart pounded in a series of explosions. Heat flowed through him, warming his blood and delighting his soul. His pulse beat like a war drum in his wrist. The longer he stayed with her, the steadier his heart’s rhythm became. Each rise and fall of his chest, each bomb blast of his pulse rocked his world.

Warmth suffused his body. His thoughts seemed sharper, and his pain faded into insignificance beside his need to love and protect his bride. He’d heard legends of how vampires’ brides brought new life to their soul mates, but he’d never expected to find a bride of his own. The idea both terrified and delighted him.

After so many centuries of suffering, he barely remembered how it felt to be human, but his timing sucked. He’d never wanted a woman the way he did Tempest, but figuring out how to claim her… Well, he’d climb that mountain once he’d dealt with the demons he knew would come after him.

Her wildflower essence mingled with the soft swish of her blood, tempting him like nothing ever had before. The sweet sound of it pulsing through her veins had him running his tongue over his dry lips. The need to taste her hardened into an obsession. His mouth watered, and his retractable fangs dropped.

Unaware of her danger, she stormed out the room. “You don’t want a doctor? It’s your funeral, but I’m still going to wash all the blood and grime off your body.”

A funeral? Something else he’d never had. In Sparta, unless you died in battle or childbirth, nobody gave a damn. No funeral. No headstone. Just a lifeless body festering in a dank pit.

His Spartan wife—the woman who’d murdered him while he slept—would have slit his throat for the “or else” he’d thrown at his angel earlier. Then again, Cynisca had done that anyway. Elias hadn’t loved her, but he hadn’t expected her to condemn him for being born Macedonian. Besides, after living in Sparta for twenty-five years, he remembered little about his birth land. Staying behind while his fellow warriors fought at Thermopylae had been humiliating.

Guarding our homes and watching our backs,” King Leonidas had called it.

Elias had known better. Considering the things he’d endured in the afterlife, it seemed unimportant now. He hadn’t expected to survive, let alone thrive under the Spartan regime. He’d been too damn angry to die for his family’s satisfaction. As the eldest son of the Macedonian king, he should have enjoyed a pampered upbringing. Instead, he’d endured the worst things Spartan culture could throw at him. No way would he stand aside and let one of his half-brothers take the Macedonian throne.

The demons had shown him his half-brothers laughing as they basked in their father’s love. They’d had everything while he’d suffered thirteen years of misery and Spartan abuse. Life in the agoge had been harsh and frightening for a seven-year-old, but after the torture he’d endured in the underworld, it seemed like a walk in the park.

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Kryssie Fortune

Author Biography

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all standalone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Social Media Links

Website      http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie

Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter         https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune

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

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Raven’s Rise (World on Fire Book 3) by @LincolnjCole #bookreview #RRBC #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Raven’s Rise (World on Fire Book 3)

Author: Lincoln Cole

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal

 

Book Blurb:

Everything has come crashing down after the events of Raven’s Fall: barely anyone is left standing and the Church is blaming Abigail for the fallout.

 

Haatim and Dominick are struggling to understand how their worlds were flipped upside down so completely, but they are running out of time. The threat that began in the mountains is far from over. They need to find a way to survive what comes next and put a stop to the cult that is threatening their existence before it is too late.

 

My Review:

Disclaimer: If you haven’t read Raven’s Peak and/or Raven’s Fall, please note that there may be spoilers here dealing with events from the first two books in the World on Fire series.

 

The Council is wiped out, most everyone is dead, and Haatim’s father is to blame. With a gun aimed at his father’s head, Haatim has a choice to make: murder his father or let him live. While he’s considering what to do, Dominick finds Haatim and then Frieda. All three must regroup and decide what to do before their enemies execute them.

 

They split up and have one goal: stop the demon inhabiting Haatim’s sister from completing the ritual. What’s the ritual? Bringing forth a demon so evil, it brings about the end of the world. Frieda seems to think Abigail is the only one who can stop it. But she’s dead, isn’t she? All is not as it seems and the more Haatim discovers, the more important Haatim becomes. Can he stop the end from coming or is this it?

 

This is the third book in the series and while it reads like a conclusion to a trilogy, the author assures me there will be more adventures. I’ve enjoyed the World on Fire series and Cole does an excellent job of tying up loose ends. The pulse-pounding ending, while too long (100 pages) in my opinion, kept me turning the pages. Action scenes were intense and at times, a little overwhelming. I mean, I can only handle only so much adrenaline in one sitting.

 

There’s a few instances of lack of originality that wasn’t apparent in the previous two books. Abigail revealing her true purpose in the ritual reminded me of a plotline (Dawn) from season 5 of Buffy. I was a little disappointed but I digress.

 

What I loved most was the believability of what Haatim and Dominick had to deal with all while trying to stop the end of the world. Hoard of demons, fight scenes, death, destruction, conflict of good versus evil, not to mention overcoming great odds to survive. Sure, some didn’t live through this book but that only made Raven’s Rise more authentic. Well done, Cole!

 

If you’re a fan of urban fantasy, paranormal and/or horror, you’ll really enjoy this book. The last few pages, alone, are worth it. Cole is an excellent storyteller and I look forward to reading more from him.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: My favorite character has got to be Haatim. He grows up a lot in this book and we see him come into his own in Raven’s Rise. He’s not the scared outsider anymore but a strong defender of good. He’s taken all he has learned and sacrifices himself for those he loves. At the end, he must make a choice: stay or leave.

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

Buy it now:

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Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Ravens-Rise-World-Fire-Book-ebook/dp/B01NALJBQ2

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ravens-Rise-World-Fire-Book-ebook/dp/B01NALJBQ2

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32062383-raven-s-rise

 

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Author Biography:

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.

 

He has won multiple literary awards for his novels. He has also been a bestseller in multiple different categories.

 

If you would like to get free stories and samples of all works, then go to:

 

https://www.LincolnCole.net/signup

 

Social Media Links:

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Twitter https://twitter.com/LincolnjCole

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Love and Crime: Stories by @VSKemanis #romanticsuspense #suspense #books


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Title: Love and Crime: Stories

Author: V.S. Kemanis

Genre: Short Stories/Psychological Suspense/Literary Fiction

Publisher: Opus Nine Books

 

Book Blurb:

Loves big and small, crimes forgiven or avenged. These are the themes that drive the eleven diverse stories in this new collection of psychological suspense from storyteller V.S. Kemanis.

 

Meet the husband and wife team Rosemary and Reuben, master chefs known to sprinkle a dash of magic into every dish. Lucille Steadman, a dazed retiree who can’t explain why she’s left her husband, only to discover, too late, the meaning of love and commitment in the most surprising place. Franklin DeWitt, an esteemed ballet critic who witnesses—or abets?—a bizarre criminal plot to topple a beautiful Soviet ballerina. Rosalyn Bleinstorter, a washed-up defense attorney whose stubborn belief in her own street savvy leads her unwittingly into a romantic and criminal association with an underworld figure.

 

These are just a few of the colorful characters you’ll get to know in these pages, where all is fair in love and crime. While the endings to these tales are not always sweet or predictable, and self-deception is rarely rewarded, the lessons come down hard and are well learned.

 

This collection includes stories originally published in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, The William & Mary Review, Lynx Eye, and Iconoclast, and previously unpublished stories.

 

Excerpt:  

ROSEMARY AND REUBEN

 

ANDERSON IS SINGLE by choice and always has been. True to his one love, he treats himself to an epicurean delight every Saturday night. At this stage of his life, he’s indifferent to money and mortality and gladly indulges to excess. Only the finest restaurants in Manhattan will do.

 

Before stepping out, Anderson trims the goatee and puts on his evening best. Invariably he dines alone, although he isn’t without a list of possible companions, female and male. Still, there’s no wish for a lover to dine with. On his evenings out, he indulges a craving of a different sort, the sensual experience of taste, texture, and aroma, the heft of silver and gleam of crystal, the lengthening and savoring of time. For a few hours he forgets his life—everything it is and is not. A full belly and a buzz from the grape will do that.

 

On this particular Saturday, Anderson is fortunate to have a reservation at the celebrated Ole Factory in the Village. Competition is high. It’s rumored that, after thirty-five years in business, Rosemary and Reuben Blandrigard will soon be retiring.

 

At seven o’clock, Anderson alights from a taxicab, braves an icy blast, and darts over the frozen pavement into the restaurant. The small foyer is square, dim, and hushed like a confessional, with a single, warm light directed from the ceiling toward the opposite wall.

 

Anderson is drawn to the sepia-toned photograph of the owners, framed in a simple mahogany rectangle, displayed on the eggshell wall. Rosemary lovingly gazes at Reuben, and Reuben gazes at Anderson with a look of glazed contentment.

 

Past the foyer and over the threshold, a young hostess looks up. Anderson squares his shoulders and announces his name. She seems to know him. “How are you this evening, Mr. Anderson?”

 

“Fine. Just fine, thank you.” He strokes the goatee and drops his eyes to her neck.

 

“Is this your first time at the Ole Factory?”

 

“Yes, indeed it is,” he informs her neck. “I’ve run the gauntlet successfully it seems.”

 

“And you’ve earned your reward.”

 

“I look forward to it.”

 

He senses her amusement, feigned or real, from the tension in her neck.

 

“Right this way, please.” She turns, sending her long skirt into a gentle swirl, and guides him at a leisurely pace through the well-spaced dining room of about twenty tables. The décor is spare but pleasing. In the far corner, a small, round table awaits him. The single chair is backed into the corner, allowing him a view outward into the room—a thoughtful arrangement. At some establishments he’s made to face the wall, and at others, an empty, second chair stands in silent rebuke of his social failings.

 

Anderson sits and orders an aperitif. Glancing at the menu, he senses, in the periphery, the sexual murmurings of a young, starry-eyed couple at the next table. Against his will, he’s aroused by a fleeting emotional stirring. The moment passes, giving way to the pleasing texture in his hand—the single sheet of cardstock. This is the message printed on the front:

 

“Welcome to the Ole Factory. We’ve created a unique menu for tonight’s meal. Let your server know if your pleasure is One or The Other. Your hosts, Rosemary and Reuben.”

 

Always a surprise, always superb. (The critics agree.) Each meal at the Ole Factory is specially created for the clientele, a process that begins with a telephone interview to vet personal aversions and food allergies. Simpatico tastes of prospective patrons are carefully matched, and a guest list is compiled for each sitting before any reservation is confirmed. It can take a year to get on a list.

 

As a successful applicant, Anderson has won the right to ponder his two options for the evening. Without much thought, he selects “The Other” before flipping the card over. Printed on the back is a short paragraph entitled “The Story of Rosemary and Reuben.” Legend might be the more descriptive term. Everything about them is legend, including their habit of circulating through the dining room during coffee and dessert. They appear at the kitchen door, wrench apart like cloven chopsticks, and weave different routes through the tables, separately greeting their guests.

 

As he sips his aperitif and reads The Story a second time, Anderson silently hopes that Rosemary will be the one to visit him at the end of his meal.

 

Two and a half hours later, he gets his wish. At nine thirty, she emerges from the kitchen with Reuben. Nearly touching, they suspend all movement for barely an eye blink. Reluctantly they part. With a quick, light step, Rosemary toes a straight line along the wall to Anderson’s table. She’s a roundish, dwarflike woman of about Anderson’s age, with silvery-gray hair pulled tightly back into a doughnut at the nape of her neck, exposing delicately-lobed, naked ears. Coming to a halt in dramatic proximity, she’s not much taller than Anderson as he sits. With a familiar air, she regards him from beneath jet-black eyebrows. Hold still please, says the creator of that sepia-toned photograph.

 

“Mr. Anderson. We’re very glad you could come this evening.”

 

His heart races in confusion. Her visit to his table fulfills his dearest wish, but everything else has been less than expected, troublingly so. He doesn’t understand the meaning of the past two and a half hours. He wants to tell her, but the words are bottled under a well-aged cork.

 

Before Anderson can speak, Rosemary lifts a bent index finger and rests the knuckle on the tip of her sharply-pointed nose. The finger covers her nostrils, the fisted hand covers her mouth.

 

Anderson searches for polite words but finds only the single, obvious truth. “The service was excellent, thank you.”

 

With a nod, she removes her hand. “It’s been our pleasure. Is there anything else we can get for you? Anything at all?” Pausing after the last word, the silence that follows announces her omission. She hasn’t inquired whether he enjoyed his dinner.

 

 

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Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Crime-Stories-V-S-Kemanis-ebook/dp/B01N5X277X

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-and-crime-v-s-kemanis/1125784694?ean=2940154010600

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/love-and-crime-stories/id1205788364?mt=11

Kobo: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/love-and-crime-stories/id1205788364?mt=11

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34238154-love-and-crime

 

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Author Biography:

V.S. Kemanis grew up in the East Bay Area of California in a family with six amazing siblings and parents passionate about politics, social issues, theater and music. Mealtimes were often raucous, stimulating, intellectual and fun gatherings in a household full of family and interesting guests, musicians, actors, artists, professors and university students.

 

Ms. Kemanis holds a B.A. in sociology from the University of California at Berkeley, and a J.D. from the University of Colorado, School of Law, at Boulder. In her legal career, she has been a criminal prosecutor of street crime and organized crime for county and state agencies, argued criminal appeals for the prosecution and defense, conducted complex civil litigation, and worked as a court attorney for state appellate courts. She is also an accomplished dancer of classical ballet, modern jazz and contemporary styles and has performed, taught and choreographed in California, Colorado and New York.

 

Dozens of short stories by Ms. Kemanis have been published in noted literary journals and award-winning collections. Her three novels in the Dana Hargrove legal mystery series draw on her personal experience in criminal law, juggling the needs of family with a high-powered legal career. Ms. Kemanis is a member of the Mystery Writers of America.

 

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Meet Lucia Davis and her Paranormal Mystery! #AuthorInterview #TuesdayBookBlog #books


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I love discovering new-to-me authors. I’m always on the lookout for fresh voices in publishing and when I first heard about Lucia Davis, I was intrigued. Her paranormal short story, The Baby on the Back Porch, is on my to-be-read bookshelf and when I asked for an interview, she agreed. So, please give a warm welcome to Lucia to the POTL blog and be sure to check out her debut novella. Take it away, Lucia:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, I love how he tells a beautiful story, but it has such a deeper meaning.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Gosh, I hope my books inspire authors. 🙂

 

 I think for me, women like Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters, who wrote in a time when women were not empowered within society, or even expected to write, are a great inspiration. They faced so much more scrutiny; to me they were in fact very brave women.

 

Writing is a creative process and it opens the door to criticism —which can be painful. Dealing with that can be difficult. So, when I need a little extra courage, I think of those women from the past.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, but I didn’t have much time for in the past. I would always make up stories in my head though. It wasn’t until I decided to be more at home with the kids, that I had more time and started to write. It was quite spontaneous and felt very natural.

 

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 read them. I typically don’t respond, although I very much appreciate reviews. I feel I should not interfere with the process of reviewing. It’s a little different if I know the reviewer is an author, I may respond with a thank you, as a courtesy. Bad reviews; if you look at books that are generally considered excellent or have received tons of great publicity, there are always people who do not like them. Books are personal. It’s a matter of taste. You can’t win them all.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Promoting.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Yes, but there is a sequel out now as well, The Charm of Lost Chances, in which Sara returns to Dunnhill and is faced with a new mystery.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Not sure, I am thinking about writing a third and last sequel in the Dunnhill Series, and I am always working on some shorts and flash fiction for fun. We are expecting our third child, so we’ll see how it goes. I may be up to my elbows in diapers for a while…

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

So many. Seriously. And I have traveled a lot. But high on my list are Australia and New Zealand, I would love to visit those countries.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

That’s a hard question. Otters always seem to have a lot of fun…or else a bird? Flying would be neat.

 

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

Travel more 🙂

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a bit of a tom boy. We had woods in our back yard and I was always out and about. My favorite toy? My imagination. I could play for hours lost in my own world. That and books (of course).

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Sara, my books’ protagonist has dreams, but I really don’t dream all that crazy. I dream a bit more now that I am pregnant, but hardly ever remember them when I wake up. Haven’t dreamed yet I am giving birth to puppies, which is a good thing.

 

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Title: The Baby on the Back Porch

Author: Lucia N Davis

Genre: Paranormal, Mystery Novella

Publisher: Orange Vine Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

An old cabin, hidden in the forests of the Northern Cascades, has been a silent witness to mysterious events long forgotten. But sometimes the past has a way of resurfacing…

In search of solace after a personal tragedy, Sara Eriksson exchanges vibrant San Francisco for a small mountain village. Initially, everything at the cabin is just as she imagined: Her new surroundings are breathtaking, and her landlord, David, is kind and helpful. As soon as she’s left alone, however, Sara finds her new home is not quite as peaceful as she’d thought. First, she has an unwanted visitor. Then, an unsettling dream…

Sara pursues the leads presented to her, but she can’t solve the mystery on her own. It takes both Sara and David to uncover the truth about the past—and discover a connection they never expected.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Do you need anything else, Ms. Eriksson?” Sara’s new landlord, David Sanders, scrutinized her with an amused expression. He had just shown her the cabin and explained the specifics, after which she had signed the rental agreement. Sara guessed he was in his early thirties. He was quite good-looking in a rugged sort of way, with his light brown hair, stubble, and outdoorsy clothing.

 

It was obvious to Sara that David thought her to be completely out of place in this cabin. She had perhaps overdressed a little for the occasion, wearing a designer blue sweater dress that complimented her deep blue eyes, leggings, and high-heeled brown boots, making her even taller than normal. She had to admit she did not look like she belonged in this rural mountain village. Her eyes glanced over David’s sturdy boots; the thought of donning similar footwear generated a surprisingly deep yearning for her beloved San Francisco.

 

“No, that will be all, Mr. Sanders. Thank you for your help,” she said coolly.

 

“You’re very welcome. Please, call me David. And don’t hesitate to call if you run into any issues with the house.”

 

“I won’t. Run into any issues, I mean. And it’s Sara.” She smiled politely.

 

“Sara it is. Have a nice day, Sara.” And with a quick wave he walked out the door.

 

After the roar of his pickup truck had died away, Sara busied herself with the coffeemaker. It was still early and she was due for her caffeine fix. Here she was, Sara Eriksson, twenty-eight years old, in the middle of the Northern Cascades, far away from all the big city noises and distractions, and most importantly, anything that might trigger painful memories. She was rather pleased with the little cabin she had found in this charming old mining village known as Dunnhill. It was built in the 1950s, but had been recently renovated and outfitted with everything she needed. There was no Internet connection, but then, she’d come here to write. Quiet and seclusion were what she had been looking for. Granted, there was a larger resort village close by, where she could access recreation and luxury at her leisure. Dunnhill, however, was just far enough away to leave her little cabin secluded on the outskirts of the village proper, quite by itself.

 

She pulled her wavy blond hair in a ponytail, poured herself a cup of the fresh coffee, and went to the solid wooden desk by the window overlooking the back yard. It seemed like an excellent spot for writing. She unpacked her computer and notebook and sat down behind the desk, admiring the view. The patch of grass outside glistened with drops of dew, the sun transforming it into a magical sparkling carpet. Some wildflowers were already blooming, supplying dabs of color amidst the fresh green. Around the clearing, solemn evergreen trees towered, swaying lightly in the breeze. The sunlight filtering through their feathery branches was playful, always moving, creating a dance of shadow and light. Floating dust particles reflected by the sun created the illusion of warmth, and deceivingly suggested the crisp morning air had already dissipated.

 

Sara wrinkled her nose and took a purposeful whiff of her coffee. The cabin had not seen frequent use, judging by the musty smell that lingered throughout the house. She opened the window, and along with the fresh air, the sounds of the back yard flooded in. Chirping birds resonantly celebrated the spring. Somewhere in the distance, a creek was softly murmuring. She sighed. This was perfect! As she took it all in, the thought appeared before she even noticed it forming.

 

Dad would have loved to photograph this.

 

A sharp pang gripped her chest. She rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling drained. She was so tired of grieving. How long before these uninvited thoughts stopped making her so sad?

She opened her computer to take her mind off her sorrow; emptying her suitcase would have to wait. Soon she was absorbed in her new project, typing on and off while occasionally pausing to sip her coffee. Oblivious to her surroundings, she failed to notice when the birds abruptly stopped chattering and everything grew eerily quiet.

 

 

Buy Links:

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30973910-the-baby-on-the-back-porch

 

Author Biography:

Lucia Davis is the author of The Dunnhill Series 1 and 2. The Baby on the Back Porch, a novelette, introduces the reader to Sara Eriksson and explains how she ends up in Dunnhill, leading to the mysterious things happening at her new cabin. In the novella The Charm of Lost Chances, Sara returns to Dunnhill, where again, she is faced with a new mystery from the past.

 

Lucia Davis lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. She loves traveling and has visited many countries over the years, experiencing different cultures and landscapes. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, hiking and doing yoga.

 

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“Just Don’t Tell the Humans…” Destiny Box Set by @LiviaQuinn #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title Storm Lake Box Set 1: Destiny

Author Livia Quinn

Genre Paranormal Romance, Paranormal

 

Book Blurb

Welcome to Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…

 

Ages ago a pact was made between all the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

Enter Middle Earth. You won’t want to leave.

 

The best buy – three books in one, a great introduction to the Paramortals world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters vampires and fae.

 

Excerpt

Storm Crazy:

I heard a quiet click of metal behind me, spun around and swallowed a startled gasp. I was staring into the barrel of a mean looking gun, and at the other end of that rigid grip was an even meaner looking Jack Lang, the one I hadn’t met until now, a cold-as-ice predator. His knuckles were white but his arm was steady as a granite mountain.
“Where’s…my…daughter?” he growled. One eye actually twitched as silver eyes whitened into pure frost. If he was trying to scare me, he’d succeeded.
A sound rumbled up from his chest like that of an animal. “What have you done with Jordie?”
Recognition came in a flash. I smacked my hand against my forehead. “I knew I recognized her.”
His eyes seemed to take on an angular appearance, brows winging up, but the gun never wavered.

“Woman, you’d better start talking or you’re not going to like my next move.”
Not an animal—a papa-bear.
I’m sorry.”
He gave a snarl of pain and grabbed me. “What do you mean you’re sorry?”
“I mean…” I squirmed in his bruising grip… “I’m sorry I didn’t put it together.”
He roared, “What the hell are you talking about? Where is Jor—”
“She’s at your parents’.” It finally dawned on me; he thought I’d kidnapped his daughter. Zeus’ newborn godling!

 

Cry Me A River:

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they were. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

That got my attention.

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

 

Eve of Chaos:

For the rest of the evening, no matter where she was, if she turned her head, and looked across the expanse of revelers she’d find his eyes locked on hers, as if he’d been waiting for her to turn. Once, she turned back toward the bar but it was oddly clear, only Flambe´ standing there, framed by the oak counter, one of his swords standing in front of him on its hilt, the tip nearly reaching the Knight’s chest. He’d been cleaning it, shining and stroking the deadly edges with a cloth, so intimately acquainted with them that he wasn’t even watching.

 

His attention was all on her, the rims of his eyes lined like a predator’s, causing her to shiver briefly, but if that look was for her, he should know she was not prey. By her very nature, predators were her enemy. And still she felt the pull of pure heat as if they were connected in some way.

 

Sometime after Tempe and Jack left, the orchestra had suddenly stopped playing the zydeco music and the unlikely strains of a minuet had filled the room. Everyone looked up in surprise. Then as it had when he entered, the crowd split, giving the swordsman a wide berth as he strode purposefully across the ballroom floor toward Montana’s side of the room, his gaze locked on hers the whole way. Surely… she broke the contact to search the area around her, but there was no one nearby. He was coming for her. Her Dinnshencha reared up, readying for this formal meeting. It seemed impossible that she hadn’t actually met him yet.

 

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Author Biography

Livia Quinn is a DC native who lives by the bayou in Louisiana. She believes in the power of love. To see excerpts from all her books visit https://liviaquinn.com

 

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** Brand New Release ** Ukulele Deadly by @LeslieLangtry #cozymystery #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title  UKULELE DEADLY

Author  Leslie Langtry

Genre  Cozy Mystery

Publisher  Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb

Ukulele player Nani Johnson is just starting to put the past behind her and settle in on Kauai with her loveable but crazy Mom, her hot new boyfriend, and regular gigs at both the Blue Hawaii Wedding Chapel and the Aloha Lagoon Resort. But unfortunately her island life proves anything but relaxing when a man carrying ID that says he’s from Nani’s hometown dies in front of her. Now it looks like Nani and her mother are the main suspects.

Things go from bad to bleak in paradise as Nani’s mom starts acting even odder than usual, there’s a mutiny involving snakes at the Blue Hawaii Wedding Chapel, and more bodies inconveniently pop up near Nani. Can Nani stay out of jail long enough to unmask the real killer…or will the police pin it all on her?

 

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

 

“Are those…human heads?” eight-year-old Daisy asks as we walk through my front door. “Real human heads? From, like, people?”

 

My entryway looks like Madame Tussaud stopped by for a visit and made a bunch of wax heads but got bored and left before attempting anything below the neck. Dozens of glassy eyes stare unnervingly at us, probably begging us to call the police for help.

 

Mom.

 

“No. They’re just…” My mind races for an explanation as to what these things are and why I’d even have them in my house.

 

Which, by the way, I wouldn’t. These heads weren’t here when I’d left for work a few hours ago. Mom must be on one of her insane decorating binges. I really should take over her bank account. I’m sure Dad didn’t mean for her to use her inheritance for this. Again. Still, I have to admit, this is way better than the time she filled the dining room with three dozen obscenely endowed tiki gods. They were basically giant erections with tiny figurines attached on one end, and they fell over every time I took a breath anywhere in the house. As a result of this pornographic collection (Mom called them cultural artifacts), I couldn’t eat in there, and I took bratwurst off the menu until Mom removed them. Being that we’re mostly German (where brats are their own food group) and from the Midwest (where it’s possibly illegal if you don’t grill them once a week), she grudgingly complied.

 

“Mannequin heads.” My exhausted brain finally connects with the right word. “They’re for a…a hairstylist convention.”

 

Daisy shrugs and walks over to a head that eerily resembles me and pokes it in the eye. Would she actually do that if it were real? Kids are creepy.

 

And that’s best I can come up with? A hairstylist convention? Well, I guess that’s better than saying Mom’s on an island-wide decapitation spree. At least she’s diverse. I count quite a few different races represented by the unblinking heads. Some are even wearing makeup.

 

“Oh good, Nani!” Mom rounds the corner in a bright lime muumuu with a sloshing mai tai to match. Great. She’s on a binge and a bender.

 

“I’d like your opinion,” she says as she totters in on her flip-flops. Despite their flat engineering, she walks in them as if they are six-inch high heels. Mom never really warmed to the “shoes off at the front door” culture here.

 

Huh. Mom never asks for my opinion on her, um, stuff. Most of the time I just stumble into the living room to find one hundred and twenty-three plastic bananas wearing handlebar mustaches and giant googly eyes.

 

She waves toward the severed heads. “Do you think the legs would look better in the living room or in your bedroom? I’ve given them all pedicures but can’t find shoes that fit.”

 

Fantastic. This means she has the rest of the body parts stashed somewhere. With the way my luck is running, she probably has the torsos scattered around the yard, which will definitely skeeve out the neighbors. Does she forget that not too long ago, I was the main suspect in three murders? I do not need the extremely nearsighted little old lady next door calling the police to say she saw me dismembering bodies.

 

I need to get a little tough here. “Neither. And there’s no more room in the garage for your ‘decorations.‘ You can keep the heads, but the bodies have to go away.” I know…why let her keep the heads? Because you have to pick your battles with Harriet Jones Johnson.

 

Mom pouted. “Well, you’ll have to move them then, because Nick and his mother are coming over in an hour for dinner.”

 

I groan. I don’t even do it inwardly anymore, because Mom doesn’t appear to notice or care.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me before I went to work?” I whine.

 

Now I have to cancel Daisy’s lesson, scavenge for something to cook, and, well, cook it, all in one hour. Sure, I do this all the time. But that doesn’t mean I like it. At least we are past the surprise dinners where my mother foists me on strange men. I’m in a pretty serious relationship with someone she introduced me to…at a surprise dinner, where I’d tried to pass off carryout as my own cooking.

 

Daisy sighs, pulls her cell out of her pocket, and dials. Unfortunately, she knows the drill. My mother has no respect for my student lessons. No matter what I say, she’ll just do it again. Daisy’s a little too used to this, and once she tells her parents about the severed heads in the foyer, I’ll probably lose her as a student.

 

“Okay, Dad.” Daisy ends the call and looks up at me. Her bright yellow, smiley face ukulele hasn’t even left the case. “He’s just a block away. I’ll wait for him outside.” And with that, she’s gone.

 

“Mom.” I turn on my mother. “I’ve told you to check with me before you invite people over. Now I’m going to lose another student.”

 

My mother doesn’t care. “I’m sorry, Nani. I really am. But you work for the resort now. You don’t need to teach lessons anymore.”

 

I take a deep breath and steel myself. “I don’t need to—I like to.” Not to mention the fact that at the rate she’s emptying her bank account, she’ll need my income to buy googly eyes, disembodied heads, and erect tiki statues.

 

At one time I had quite a few students. But when I was a suspect in those aforementioned murders, my students started falling away. The tragic and disturbing upside is that because of those murders, my competition is gone, and now I’m able to perform at the Aloha Lagoon Resort. I balance that with my gigs at the Blue Hawaii Wedding Chapel. So I’d narrowed my teaching down to three of my favorite students, which included Daisy.

 

“You’re going to have to start dinner,” Mom says. “Nick and Vera will be here in forty-five minutes. What are you going to make?”

 

“I thought you said an hour,” I say through gritted teeth.

 

An artificially black eyebrow rises. “Did I? Well, it doesn’t matter, because they’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

 

I really need to get Mom a watch.

 

“I’ll order out,” I say after doing a mental inventory of my empty cupboards. Why does this always happen when we have no food?

 

My mother shakes her head, causing her mai tai to spill again. A neon green puddle that looks suspiciously like antifreeze starts to run across the floor. One more mess I have to clean up.

 

“I think it would be better if you cook. How do you expect to keep Nick interested if we order out each time?”

 

I roll my eyes. “Nick and I have been dating for a while now. I don’t think it’s my cooking that he’s interested in.”

 

Storming past Mom before she can ask for details, I reach my room, locking the door behind me. Half an hour—or whatever it is now—is at least enough time to take a quick shower and change my clothes. I’ve just come home from a luau, and my hair smells like roasted pork.

 

My name is Nani Johnson, and I’m a Julliard-trained ukulele musician living on the island of Kauai. I moved here almost two years ago with my mother, after my father died. And since she’s mostly certifiable, she doesn’t work, instead spending her days either playing mah jong at the senior center, decorating our small cottage, or running around with her new friend, Vera Woodfield.

 

It’s funny how I’d once thought moving to Hawaii would solve all of our problems. Mom’s a diehard Polynesia-phile who thinks she’s a direct descendant of King Kamehameha’s. She’s descended from German farmers, and instead of having Tahitian ancestors, we have pasty white people from Kansas.

 

 

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Leslie Langtry

 

Author Biography

Leslie Langtry is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bombay Greatest Hits Series, Merry Wrath Mysteries & the Ukulele Mysteries. She lives in the Midwest with her family and an alarming menagerie of pets. Leslie loves cake and puppies but will not share her cake with puppies.

 

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If You Were Me and Lived in… #Germany by @CarolePRoman #kidlit #bookreview #TuesdayBookBlog


 

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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in…Germany: A Child’s Introduction to Culture Around the World

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Kelsea Wienrenga (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, European History, Nonfiction

 

Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman when she visits the beautiful land of Germany in the newest book of her informative series. Learn about the varied customs and cultures. Travel to the central Europe to discover what you would eat and do for fun. See the land through the eyes of a youngster like you and understand what life is like in this exciting place.

Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair world traveler.

 

My Review:

Carole P. Roman is back and this time, we’re traveling to Germany. Did you know that Germany is the second most populated immigration destination in the world? Let’s learn more about Germany:

 

The capital of Germany is Berlin and it’s been an important city for hundreds of years. Berlin is located at the crossroads between two huge trade routes.

 

Germany is part of the European Union so the currency Germans use is the Euro.

 

If you visit the Port of Hamburg, you’ll get to see the world’s largest model railway. It has more than 800 trains and is quite impressive.

 

Oktoberfest is a huge festival in Munich that takes place in the fall. It has amusement rides, games and attractions. The food is quite filling and the adults love drinking beer. This festival is over 200 years old and it traditionally celebrates the harvest.

 

I enjoyed this book on Germany. While it focuses mainly on modern-times, Roman does sprinkle historical facts and events throughout. The pronunciation guide is very helpful and the illustrations are delightful. If you are of Germanic descent or want to teach your child about Germany, I recommend this book.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “The word Germany comes from a Germanic word meaning folk or people.”

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWHXW1Y

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XWHXW1Y

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XWHXW1Y

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34140099-if-you-were-me-and-lived-in-germany

 

Author Biography:

Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012 for her first book, award winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons. Using an imaginary game she played with her grandson as a base, Captain No Beard was born. “Captain No Beard- An Imaginary Tale of a Pirate’s Life” has not only been named to Kirkus Best of 2012, it received the Star of Exceptional Merit, and won the Pinnacle Award for 2012. “Pepper Parrot’s Problem with Patience” Book 2 in the series, received 5 Stars from The ForeWord Review The Clarion Review. Strangers on the High Seas has won second place in the Rebecca’s Reads Choice Awards 2013. It has followed with six more books to the series. This year, Captain No Beard and the Aurora Borealis was named to Kirkus Best 2015. The entire cultural non-fiction series If You Were Me and Lived in… was named Best Series by Shelf Unbound. She has begun work on two new series that will be released in early 2016.

 

Motivated by her love of yoga, Roman has written a book that not only teaches four poses, but shows how easy and accessible yoga can be.

 

 

Her new non-fiction series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…” combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. The debut book in the series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…Mexico” has won the Pinnacle Award for Best in Children’s Non Fiction 2012. France, South Korea, and Norway. Rebecca’s Reads has given If You Were Me and Lived in…Norway an honorable mention in the 2013 Choice Awards. If You Were Me and lived in …France won second place. ForeWord Review has nominated If You Were Me and Lived in…France for best in children’s non fiction literature 2013. They will be followed with Kenya, Turkey, India, and Australia. She plans to do Portugal, Greece, and Argentina next year.

 

 

Writing for children has opened up a whole second act for her. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

 

The Power of Time Perception by @jeanpaulzoghbi #bookreview #timemanagement #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: The Power of Time Perception: Control the Speed of Time to Make Every Second Count

Author: Jean Paul Zogby

Genre: Nonfiction, Time Management, Self-Help

 

Book Blurb:

Do you feel that time is flying as you grow older?


Want to learn the secret of how to slow it down?

 

Now you can! With access to in-depth research, you can learn how to extend the good times and fast forward through the bad ones with The Power of Time Perception.
Inside the pages of this amazingly insightful book, you will learn how we think about time, the factors influencing our time experiences, and how YOU can make every second count.

The Book covers things like:

  • How our brains perceive reality?
  • What makes time speed up or slow down?
  • How our personality traits influence our time experience?
  • How emotions affect the speed of time in our mind?
  • Ways to slow down time in our life
  • And much more…

 

Are you ready to live the longest year of your life?

 

This is one book that has all the answers.

 
Get your copy today! Every Second Counts!

 

My Review:

Time is a universal commodity yet so many of us don’t understand or utilize it properly. Now, thanks to over six years of research, Jean Paul Zogby is here to help us harness the power of time perception.

 

Starting with the psychology of how we perceive time, Zogby explains how we sense time, how our brains perceive time, what factors influence our discernment of time, how our personality and emotions determine how we observe time, how our memories alter time and how we can make every second count. Zogby isn’t basing his premise on his beliefs but on scientific research. Blending physics, biology, psychology and personal experience, Zogby teaches us how to quantify time and how best to manage it. It’s not about making lists or eating healthy, it’s all in our awareness of how time works. We have the power within and it’s all a matter of perception.

 

While there are a few concepts communicated in this book I don’t agree with, the overall theme I wholeheartedly support. Extremely well written, The Power of Time Perception takes time management to an almost spiritual level. Make every second count … a mantra I fully endorse. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Quote: “We live in the moment when we stop living in the past, enjoy the present and look forward to the future.”

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Power-Time-Perception-Control-Second-ebook/dp/B01MZEZL7S

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-power-of-time-perception-jean-paul-a-zogby/1125890666?ean=2940154049556

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34368862-the-power-of-time-perception

 

Author Biography:

Make Every Second Count!

Jean Paul Zogby, author of The Power of Time Perception, is a writer, researcher, music composer, and real estate development expert.

His current passion is to help people understand why time speeds up as we grow older and how to make the most of it. With the last 6 years spent researching Time Perception in the fields of Neuroscience and Cognitive Psychology, he is passionate about sharing what science has to say about our experience of time and ways to make every second count.

A husband and father of two lovely daughters and a son, he resides in Dubai where he is the CEO for a multi-billion construction project.

For more details, visit the Official Website at www.jpzogby.com

 

Social Media Links:

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Shifters & Glyphs (#FairyTales of the Magicorum #2) by @CB_Bauer #YA #Paranormal


Shifters & Glyphs
Christina Bauer
(Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, #2)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: October 30th 2018
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

After being raised by the meanest fairies in the history of ever, Bryar Rose is now free to live her own life. For the first time, she’s attending West Lake Prep, a regular high school. Well, mostly regular. Some students are actually hidden members of the Magicorum. In other words, they’re really wizards, fairies, or shifters. Bry doesn’t mind, though. She’s thrilled to enjoy all the new experiences of being around normal kids her age, from locker pranks to lunchtime mystery meat. Everything is going along great, except for one thing.

 

Bry’s dreams about the pyramids of Egypt have gotten darker and more sinister. Every night, she sees her new man Knox and her best friend Elle in danger.

 

With no other choice, Bry plans to leave school to explore the pyramids on own. But her new man Knox discovers the scheme and is having none of it. He wants to stay by her side, no matter what. It’s a good thing too, because Bry must solve the mystery of her attraction to the pyramids and soon. Otherwise, it could cost the lives of those she loves most…and that means not only Knox, but also her best friend Elle.

 

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Author Bio:

 

Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. It is now available as an audiobook on Audible and iTunes.

 

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

 

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

 

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Meet RONA-Shortlisted Author @Hywela_Lyn and her #Books! #TuesdayBookBlog #romance #scifi


Hywela Lyn

 

One of the perks of being in the publishing industry is I get to meet authors from all over the world. I first met Hywela Lyn in 2016 when she requested a book review. An author from Wales, she and I instantly clicked (we have family from Wales). She’s one of the nicest women I’ve ever met and her stories stick with you long after you’ve read the last page. She agreed to sit down with me (MRS N) for a candid interview. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Hywela Lyn. So please give her a warm POTL Blog welcome. Take it away, Hywela:

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

 

Names are very important for me – my characters become living, breathing people in my own mind, so it is important that their names reflect who they are. Often they come to me with their name already – Jess or Jestine Darnell from ‘Starquest’ is a good example. Previously I had never particularly liked the name Jess, but when she ‘told’ me she was called Jess, I realised that it really suited her, and I love the name now. I knew it was short for something, although I also knew it was not Jessica, and then I realised that ‘Jestine’, a slight variation of the name Justine was perfect, although she rarely uses it, preferring the shortened form. ‘Children Of The Mist’, the second book in trilogy,  is set on the imaginary planet ‘Niflheim’, named after the land of cold and mist of Norse legends, because much of the planet is covered in ice and snow and a perpetual mist, although the inhabited areas are more temperate. It followed that the settlers of this planet would naturally name their children after characters in Nordic legend, so apart from one or two exceptions, most of the characters are named after the Scandinavian gods or mythical places. In ‘Beloved Enemy’ Kerry Marchant (another character who came to mind ready named) is the lead character after being a secondary character in Starquest’. Cat (Catrina) has Irish in her background although this is not specifically mentioned in the novel, so somehow I knew O’Brian was her surname although for reasons of her own she uses ‘Kincaid’ but Cat seemed just right for her, and as she says herself, she’s no pussycat ‘this cat has claws’ but she also has a heart which she tries very hard to hide.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

 

Finishing my first book and getting it published! It took me a long time to polish it enough to feel it was ready to submit to a publisher, but it was worth all the hard work.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

 

I’ve always made up stories in my head and I can’t imagine not wanting to write, but I’ve always loved horses, since I was a small child. I really wanted to work at a riding stable, but was dissuaded from doing so by my headmaster, who insisted there was ‘no money in it’, as if money was more important than loving one’s work, or job satisfaction! So I allowed myself to be persuaded to take up office administration as a career. It did enable me to earn enough money to buy my first horse, and in retrospect it was not a bad career move, since I learnt to touch type and find my way around a computer, which came in really useful when I decided to actually start writing down my stories and send them to magazines, before branching out into writing a full length novel which started me on my writing career, although I did have to wait until I retired from full time work to actually have my first novel published!  In the years I worked in an office, I did manage to spend a lot of time with my horses though, and did long distance endurance riding in the beautiful mountains of Wales. Many a writing plot has been hatched while on the back of a horse!

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

 

A bit of both, I think.  I always know how a book is going to end, although the ending may change by the time I actually get there, but I need to have something to work towards.  I write rough ‘chapter headings’ with perhaps a few lines beneath of the important scenes or turning points in the chapter. I will invariably have more chapters to add, but my rough outline acts as a guide.  I allow my characters to tell me how the story progresses, and they often stray from the outline – sometimes I will argue with them but I usually find they are right!

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

 

My first published book was ‘Starquest’. It started as a short story, and was supposed to be a ‘one off’. However by the end, I knew there would be a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’, and after mulling it over for a few years I finally wrote the third book in what has become the Destiny Trilogy, ‘Beloved Enemy’. Each book is complete in itself although featuring some of the same characters and I was thrilled when ‘Beloved Enemy’ was shortlisted for the Romance Novelists Association RoNA awards, 2017

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

 

My publisher put out a call for a ‘Friendly ghost’ story, so that’s what I’m working on at the moment. It is set in Wales, on a pony stud, so I’m able to incorporate my other love into the story.

 

Do you write naked?

 

No, LOL – the British climate is far too chilly most of the year, and in the winter, even with the central heating on I like to have my woolly sweater and jeans! In the summer, I might write in just a teeshirt and shorts, but you never know when a visitor might call and I don’t want to frighten the neigbours!

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

 

Only once, when I was at school. A slightly older girl kept picking on me and hitting me, she didn’t really hurt me. But she was much bigger than I was and I was quite scared of her. One day something snapped and I hit her back. After a few exchanged blows, she backed off and never bothered me again. Although I am not keen on violence it did teach me that bullies are cowards and if you stand up to them they will often show their true colours.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

 

I don’t smoke and only drink a glass or two of wine, on special occasions. My biggest vice is chocolate. I’m a chocoholic. I can easily devour a large bar in one go and a box of chocolates only lasts a few days – if it’s lucky! I can resist anything except chocolate and my ‘secret’ stash is rapidly depleted once I start raiding it!

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

To be able to fly. It must be amazing to soar effortlessly in the sky and see the landscape from above. I watch the red kites hovering above the paddocks where I keep my two horses and marvel how they stay airborne so effortlessly.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

 

That would have to be a horse – my favourite animal. I would love to be a graceful Arabian, able to run like the wind!

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

 

I have a scar running half way down the little finger of my right hand. This happened many years ago when I was in my late teens helping out at a friend’s riding school.  I was running late and after  picking up a ‘leading rein’ from the tackroom, I realised it was not actually a leading rein, but a long leather strap with a hook on each end. I attached one end to the bridle of the pony I was leading and most of the ride went uneventfully, until the pony suddenly stopped and my horse shot forward – the rein slid through my hand and the hook sliced through a piece of my finger, which ended up with me having with a trip to A & E and several stitches. (Luckily my friend was with me and able to take the pony I was leading, whiIe I rode one handed back to the farm.) I learnt a valuable lesson about being too hasty – if I had only taken an extra few seconds more to get the correct lead rein I would have saved myself a lot of pain and trauma!

 

 Beloved Enemy

 

Title: Beloved Enemy (Volume 3 of the Destiny Trilogy)

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre:  Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

 

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

 

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

(Although every story in the trilogy features some of the same characters, each book can be read as a ‘stand alone’ novel.)

 

 

Excerpt:

Carefully slicing open the tunic, she checked the wound in his chest. Deep and jagged, it seemed to be only a flesh wound and probably nothing vital was damaged, although it still bled profusely. She ran the instrument over the injury, amazed to see the blood clot, and a rapid regrowth of new skin form over it. In a few seconds, it healed almost completely. His shoulder had also sustained severe lacerations in addition to the vivid purple bruises forming on the skin. She repeated the operation with the device. The bruises faded and the torn flesh knitted together barely leaving a scar.

 

 

She replaced the knife in her belt, and in a deft movement pulled her hair back and knotted the scarf around it once more. “Impressive. How d’you feel?”

 

 

“It seems I will survive,” he said in the slow precise tones that made his voice so distinctive.

“Thank you,” he added, almost as an afterthought. He reached for the bio-regenerator and stashed it back in his pocket. His face gained some colour, and a minute or two later, he was unrecognizable from the man she’d found wounded and bleeding a short while ago.

 

 

“What is that, anyway—what did you call it—a bio-regenerator?”

 

 

“Exactly. It does, as you see, precisely what you would expect, including destroying any toxins or bacteria present in the wound.”

 

 

She inclined her head as she considered his words. “It’s not Terran.” She meant it as an observation rather than a question.

 

 

“The technology was given to us by a race called the Phidians.”

 

 

“I’ve heard of them. Their advances in medicine are well known.” She looked up at the heavens. “About time we got away from here. Night isn’t too far off by the look of that sky.” The light faded perceptibly while they spoke and the air took on a noticeable chill after the earlier oppressive heat.

 

 

“What about our ‘friends’?” He turned his head and looked in the direction of the rocks where the assailants of a few minutes before let loose the last salvo of blaster fire.

 

 

She put the tri-dee-viewer to her eyes again and scanned the area. “There’s no sign of life over there. They must all be dead or badly injured. They’d have shot at us again if they were still capable.”

 

 

“Unless they are waiting for us to show ourselves, so they can pick us off more easily,” Kerry said. He made as if to stand, and in an instant, she drew her pistol. “Like I said before, no sudden moves. Get up—slowly.”

 

 

“So you are making me a prisoner?”

 

 

“Not exactly, but I’m not stupid enough to take any risks.”

 

 

He rose to his feet, his gaze not leaving her gunhand. Several inches taller than her, broad shouldered and slim, he presented a commanding figure. His expression froze as his gaze homed in on the insignia on her breast pocket, his eyes like chips of blue ice.

 

 

“You work for the Union.”

 

 

“I work for myself.”

 

 

“Then why are you wearing the insignia of the Global Union of Earth and Allied Planets?”

 

 

“I have a license to requisition any enemy ship trespassing in the sectors of space over which they hold dominion.”

 

 

“A licensed pirate in the pay of the Global Union.” Kerry’s eyes showed outright contempt. She almost preferred the icy coolness.

 

 

“I prefer to think of myself as a freelancer—doing a service.”

 

 

His expression did not change, although he did change tack. “You could have left me to die—or just shot me. Why didn’t you?”

 

 

“Call it a personality flaw. I don’t like abandoning someone who’s wounded even to save my own skin. And I don’t kill in cold blood. If I have to shoot someone, I’d rather they were facing me with their eyes open.” Even if I did swear to leave their dead body for the Union to use in their hideous experiments. Keep it casual. Don’t let him guess what’s really in your mind.

 

 

To her amazement, he smiled the most devastating smile she’d ever seen, made even more remarkable because he didn’t look as if he did it very often.

 

 

“My own philosophy as it happens. It seems almost a pity we are on opposite sides.”

 

 

“Opposite sides?”

 

 

“I have no love for the Union. That puts us on opposite sides, even if you are just a pirate, doing their dirty work for them.”

 

 

She gave him her best withering look. “Fine. And just because I decided to save your hide, don’t get any ideas. We don’t have to like each other.”

 

 

Buy Links:

AMAZON U.S. http://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01BBCBYCS

 

AMAZON U.K. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

THE WILD ROSE PRESS: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=138

 

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long-suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales.

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature.

 

Her first novel, ‘Starquest’, a futuristic romance released by the Wild Rose Press was followed by a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’. Her recently released third novel ‘Beloved Enemy’, continues what has now become a series known as ‘The Destiny Trilogy’. She has also written a fantasy novella ‘Dancing With Fate’ and has had several short stories published in UK magazines,

 

She is a member of The Romance Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, when she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

 

Blog: www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com

 

Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLynAuthor/?pnref=lhc

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Hywela_Lyn

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Hywela-Lyn

Princess of the Light: A Success Story and a Sale! #POTL #99cents #TuesdayBookBlog


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The story behind Princess of the Light is one that fascinates people and I never get tired talking about it.  Simply put, a homeless man in our town inspired us to write Princess of the Light.  I don’t know his name and I have moved to a different area of town so I don’t see him every day.  I call him the Walking Man because that is exactly what he does.  He doesn’t beg for money or hold up a sign.  He walks the length of the town I live in.

The first time I saw him I literally stopped in my tracks.  There was something about him that made me pause.  Maybe it was the fact that it was the middle of winter and here he was sitting on the curb smiling up at the sun.  He didn’t have a care in the world and the heat of the sun’s rays on his weathered face gave him joy.

I wondered who he was and what his story was.  He was someone’s son, brother, father, uncle.  What happened in his life to bring him to this point?

I went about my day but my thoughts were filled with questions about him.  Could I help him?  What if I had the power to help him?

The seed started growing and Princess of the Light was born.  As the days went by and I observed the Walking Man, I started showing him kindness.  I smiled and said good morning.  I left food, blankets and clothing for him.  With every action, I started to notice a change in him.  It was like he was no longer the forgotten man; he mattered.

So what’s the success story, you may be asking yourself?

The Walking Man is no longer homeless. Through your support of N. N. Light’s website and buying our books, we took that money, donated it to food banks and local homeless charities. We prayed every day for him and spread awareness about his plight. We supported our local government who built an apartment complex to get the homeless off the street. The Walking Man, we’re thrilled to announce, is living in an apartment and a contributing member of our community once again. He’s healthy, happy and the living embodiment of Light. Such a miracle and perfect for this time of the year.

With Easter, Passover and Spring right around the corner, I want to share this message of hope and rebirth with you. It’s never too late. YOU can make a difference and change your little corner of the world.

Spreading the Light is more than a fun catch phrase; it can be a reality.  Every town, city and country has people like the Walking Man.  They’re forgotten by society and the governments.  They’re in the dark.  Let’s spread our Light around the world and make these people matter.

 

Get your copy of Princess of the Light today and 100% of the proceeds go to help the homeless. Let’s create more success stories…

 

Princess

 

 

Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

 

Tagline:

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

 

Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marie asked, “Are you okay, dear?”

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

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

I feigned shock and said, “Oh my!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Overcome with emotion, Joe kissed me.

 

Buy Links:

99 cents at Amazon.com March 27 – April 5 and 100% royalties go to help the homeless

Free on Kindle Unlimited all year long and 50% royalties go to help the homeless

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

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

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

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Goodreads:

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

 

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

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

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

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Foolish Bride by @asfenichel Took My Breath Away! #bookreview #romance #TuesdayBookBlog


Foolish Bride

 

Title: Foolish Bride

Author: A.S. Fenichel

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Sadly ever after . . . unless some dreams really do come true?

 

Elinor Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one, least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.

 

Sir Michael Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after one last hurrah before his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her heart—until death do they part?

 

My Review:

All her life, Elinor Burkenstock has been groomed to be Sir Michael Rollins’ wife. She loves him deeply and when he takes one last mission right before their wedding, the unthinkable happens. Torn between grief and fury, Elinor confronts Michael and demands to know why he’s broken off their engagement. When he tells her the truth, she doesn’t faint or shied away from him. She gets angry with him and ironically, he discovers Elinor is the woman of his wicked dreams: passionate, intelligent and fiery.

 

 

Michael can’t stop thinking about Elinor and the things she said in anger. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that he loves her even more than he did before the ghastly mission. With the help of his friends, he concocts a plan to win her back. Just as he has done so (or so he thinks), she is kidnapped by a crazed man claiming to be Duke of the lands bestowed to Michael by the King. Will Michael move heaven and earth to save her or will he be too late?

 

I loved this book so much that I read it in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down and not even my husband could veer me away from Elinor and Michael. I first met both Elinor and Michael in Tainted Bride so I had high expectations for this book. It surpassed my expectations by a hundred-fold.

 

Fenichel took me on a breathtaking romance adventure and I wasn’t disappointed. There’s depth to these characters that I find refreshing. There’s serious issues that both Elinor and Michael must overcome if they are going to make it as a couple. But there’s plenty of humorous moments, too.

 

While this is book two in the Forever Brides series, this is a standalone and can be read apart from Tainted Bride. Although, I highly recommend reading that one, too.

 

If you’re looking for a historical romance with substance, pick this up today. You’ll fall in love with the ton and their delightful, even mischievous, characters. I can’t wait for the next book in the series.

 

Thank you to Lyrical Press (Kensington Books) for giving me an ARC via Netgalley in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character: Elinor. I loved how her strength, love and courage shone through. She was brought up to be a fanciful lady but underneath all that silk and satin lies an intelligent, outgoing woman who loves her beloved Michael. She’s a treat to read and root for.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Author Biography:

A.S. Fenichel (Andrea) gave up a successful IT career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

Andrea adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Currently writing for Kensington Books, she is published in historical, paranormal, and contemporary romance. You can learn more about Andrea’s books at http://asfenichel.com  or visit her on her Facebook page, where she spends entirely too much time. https://www.facebook.com/A.S.Fenichel .

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband, a fussy cat and a demanding dog. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

The End is Coming… Raven’s Rise by @LincolnjCole #UrbanFantasy #Horror #TuesdayBookBlog


Raven's Rise - kindle cover

 

Title: Raven’s Rise

Author: Lincoln Cole

Genre: Horror/Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Everything has come crashing down after the events of Raven’s Fall: barely anyone is left standing and the Church is blaming Abigail for the fallout.

 

Haatim and Dominick are struggling to understand how their worlds were flipped upside down so completely, but they are running out of time. The threat that began in the mountains is far from over. They need to find a way to survive what comes next and put a stop to the cult that is threatening their existence before it is too late.

 

 

Excerpt:

As soon as Matt Eicholt stepped inside his quiet little church in the center of Phnom Penh, something felt terribly wrong. The lights remained off, just as he expected, but he could feel the presence of someone else hiding in the room.

 

The mere fact that they hid from him filled him with concern. He couldn’t see anyone but could tell they hid there.

 

“Hello?” he called out in Khmer. “Who’s there?”

 

No response. He tried English as well, but still, no answer came. Probably kids hiding away from their mothers. He’d experienced situations like this many times in the past, finding children avoiding their schoolwork or chores, though not usually this late in the day.

 

No doubt, they hid from him as well, hoping he wouldn’t return them to their angry parents.

 

However, something about the situation made him worry, and even though wayward children seemed the likeliest scenario, something told him that this case differed.

 

Matt walked across the hardwood floor toward the front of the church and to the light switch. Wary and uncomfortable, he felt unsure what might be afoot but also afraid he would miss his dinner appointment.

 

He used the light spilling in through the open doorway to navigate between the wooden pews toward the front, keeping his eyes open for any trespassers.

 

He made it to the far side of the room and felt around for the switch. It took a few seconds for his fingers to find it in the darkness, and then he flicked it on.

 

Nothing happened. The room remained dark.

 

Suddenly, the door behind him swung closed with a crash, casting him into complete darkness.

 

A shiver danced across his spine, and he backed up against the wall, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Someone stood inside the room with him, and a tinge of panic rushed through his body.

 

“Who’s there?” he asked in Khmer. “Come out where I can see you.”

 

“Why would I do that?” a woman asked in English from across the room. She sounded young, with a sultry voice.

 

“Who are you? Why are you in my church?”

 

“Maybe I came here looking for God.”

 

She sounded closer this time as if she’d moved across the room toward him. He listened but couldn’t hear any footsteps tapping across the wooden floor.

 

“He does hide in the most unexpected places,” the woman said.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“I want you, Matthew. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yes, you. You make the last piece of my puzzle. The light at the end of my tunnel. Matthew. I like your name. So Biblical.”

 

He backed away slowly, one hand on the wall. He aimed to move away from the approaching voice and head for a door at the back of the cathedral. One he kept locked normally, and that exited into a back alleyway.

 

His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and he bumped into a pew while he scrambled through the church, knocking it sideways to scrape across the floor.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, a few steps to his left. “Our fun has only just begun.”

 

“Stay away from me.”

 

“I couldn’t stay apart from you any more than a moth can from a flame.”

 

Suddenly, the door to the church blasted open, pouring bright sunlight in once more. A wretched-looking woman stood in front of him, maybe two meters away. She appeared of Indian descent, though pale. Pockmarks and rashes covering her skin and face gave her a sickly appearance.

 

The woman turned toward the door and let out a laugh when the light came in.

 

“I wondered when you would show up.”

 

Matt glanced over. Another person stood the doorway. This one silhouetted by the sunlight, which made it impossible to make out the features or see the face.

 

“Matt, run!” the person in the doorway—a woman—yelled.

 

The newcomer’s arm flew up, and a thunderous roar of gunshots filled his tiny church. On reflex, he covered his ears and stumbled backward, trying to get away from the sound.

 

He glanced back at the first woman, the scarred and sickly one. She dodged back and shifted behind one of the pillars that held up the roof. Gunshots thudded into the area around her.

 

The woman moved with unnatural speed, gliding as much as moving. Matt watched her in awe, not even sure if she qualified as human. More rounds blasted into the church. They buried into the pillar behind which she hid, shattering off huge wooden fragments that went flying through the air.

 

She turned, looked at him, and let out a hissing sound.

 

“Run, Matt!” the newcomer screamed from the open doorway before firing off more rounds at the Indian woman. “Get out of here!”

 

Matt ran.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01NALJBQ2

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B01NALJBQ2

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B01NALJBQ2

 

lincoln-cole

 

Author Biography:

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.

He has won multiple literary awards for his novels. He has also been a bestseller in multiple different categories.

 

Social Media Links:

Website https://www.lincolncole.net/

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

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Meet Iris Sweetwater @irisissweet1 and Sizzling Texas Roze #romance #amreading


Iris Sweetwater

 

Today, it’s our absolute pleasure to introduce you to Iris Sweetwater. She’s a romance/fantasy/paranormal author and a fun person, too. We met via Twitter and MRS N can’t wait to read her latest release, Texas Roze. She agreed to sit down with MRS N for an interview and we think you’ll agree when we say you should check out her writing. So please give a warm welcome to Iris. Take it away, Iris:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

It is very hard to choose. I think you know that as an author, I am also a book lover. I have read so many. I am going to stick to three in particular, though I think I won’t be the only one using these. 🙂

  • JK Rowling: Obviously, she has the ultimate career, and I can’t say I wouldn’t want that. However, there is much more about her that inspires me. I had to write a paper about her for school about 12 years ago, and I found out so amazing things. She was at the lowest of lows as a single mother who had nothing when she first started writing Harry Potter, and it took a long time to get recognized and get a book deal. She went through a lot of struggles and still came out in top, and she is a nice and brilliant person.

 

  • Jane Austen: This is the ultimate woman in writing romance. Even though her settings speak of a time I didn’t live in, I feel a lot of her themes are still relevant today. And let’s face it, her male characters are the best to base any man you write about on.

 

  • Holly Black: She is not afraid to be unique in life and in her writing. I can also tell that a lot of research goes into her writing. She sticks to the lore.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I think names mean everything, especially when the setting is at a certain point in time. I think sound is great, but sometimes meaning is quite important. It’s funny that you ask this because I am actually holding a poll for readers to choose the names of my main characters in my next book. I like seeing everyone else’s opinion.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

It’s probably ridiculous, but I see myself in a house I bought with my family, maybe another child or two we adopted. And I see myself with several books published and well known-maybe even a movie deal in the works. * crosses fingers *

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, I have actually been writing since I was 4. We joke about it all the time now, but I liked it so much that instead of doing boring journal prompts in kindergarten I would get in trouble for making up crazy stories about my grandfather being murdered or something!

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I have a lot in the works for this year, but the next two that I have coming out are a part of two series. One is a stand alone romance where all the books will have the same setting. They are short and steamy, just the way some of my readers like it. The other is the first in an epic dystopian trilogy called Desert Runners. It pulls from things like Mad Max and Divergent and adds in some unique twists all its own.

 

If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

It would be Baby Doll. That was a nickname I was given when I was in high school. I’d like to think I’d have something similar to a Sailor Scout and look that good, but that might be another nerdy pipe dream 😉 .

 

What literary character is most like you?

I used to think it was Bella form Twilight, though I am not that adverse to rain and snow or to shopping. Now that I have read the Celestra series by Addison Moore, I think I found a better candidate; Skyla. She is the main character, and I swear it’s like reading my own feelings and thoughts.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have my lovely C-section scar.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have a LOT of strange dreams and nightmares, in particular. A lot of them revolve around being eaten by a monster or bitten by a snake. However, I have a few dreams that star one man, in particular, I’ve always wanted to talk to a dream expert about. It’s always set in modern times, yet the man’s chasing me, trying to find me to kill me. He looks like he just stepped out of the wild west. He had a handle bar mustache, a duster, and even the right kind of gun. I am always trying to escape him, and he always finds me.

 

Texas Roze

 

Title: Texas Roze

Author: Iris Sweetwater

Genre: Contemporary Romance (with some steamy scenes)

 

Book Blurb:

Roze had everything a 23-year-old girl should want; a great relationship with her zany mother, an amazing career where she got to meet some of the world’s top celebrities, a high-rise apartment in L.A., and a hot boyfriend. But Roze was bored with being the girl everyone was jealous of, and her opportunity to try her hand at being someone else came with the phone call from a lawyer telling her that her father had passed away; the father she had stopped visiting for some reason after she turned 12. He had left her his ranch in Texas to share ownership with her step brother who she hardly knew.

So, Roze did what any other woman would do in her predicament; pack up her life in the city and head to the ranch to find herself. Though, along the way, she may find a man…. or two, as well as the father she didn’t get the time to know.

 

Excerpt:

“I don’t know a lot about farming or animals, I have no problem admitting to that, but I do know some about business. I think we’re running a bad business right now.” Roze glanced sideways at Jake who leaned back in his seat looking amused while covering his smiling mouth.

 

“What makes you say that?” Todd asked, sitting up in his seat to pay closer attention now. Even if it was anger that got his attention, at least he would listen now.

 

“It doesn’t matter if you think we’ll have the money to afford more workers because we have to have them in order for this place to operate at its optimum level. If we lose animals or crops because we only have three people, and one is inexperienced, then there’s no point in worrying about profit – we will go under. We’ll disgrace Dad’s name.” She felt more confident now, holding her head high.

 

Todd looked like he was mulling it over while scrutinizing her new-found voice as Jake slapped his hand on the table with a chuckle. “Damn, she schooled you,” Jake joked, nudging Todd in a teasing manner. Todd didn’t look like he was in the mood. In fact, he was dangerously quiet for far too long. So, it shocked Roze to the core when he finally responded.

 

“I’ll call back two of the old workers tomorrow and see if they’ll take a temporarily reduced salary. I’ll also give you access to Dad’s office in the morning so you can take a look at the business side of things. In the meantime, I need you to pick two things that you want to work on every day until you become an expert. I am not going to be the only owner that works this land.” Todd narrowed his eyes at her as if he were her father giving an order, and even though he wasn’t of his blood, she could see his mannerisms in Todd now.

 

“Thank you,” she told him, nodding and then turning on her heel. She still needed a shower, and she didn’t want to outwear her welcome when she just made a big, important demand of Todd.

 

Heading back into her room, she realized that perhaps a bath would do her more good after the long day of work and went about gathering a towel and a robe for afterward. Then, she turned on the water to fill the large garden tub that had replaced the claw foot that had been in there when she was younger. She was noticing updates all over the house that had been an attempt to modernize it since she got there, and though she appreciated the ability to relax in the bathtub, she kind of missed the traditional piece of plumbing.

 

Just as she turned off the water and sprinkled some bath salts into the pool of liquid, a light knock came at her door. Roze looked at it in curiosity for a moment before going to it, wondering what either of the two men in the house would want with her.

 

When she opened it, she found Jake standing there, looking sheepish for the first time since she had met him. He had since put a shirt on, and in his hand, he held a makeshift bouquet of yellow and purple wildflowers. He’d obviously picked them outside.

 

“Hi,” he said with a goofy grin on his face. Roze realized that he was nervous about something.

 

“Are those for me?” she asked, pointing at the wildflowers in his strong hands.

 

Jake nodded.

 

“I know they aren’t much to look at compared to what you can get at a city shop, but it’s what I had.” Jake leaned into the doorway, and Roze leaned over to smell the flowers. They smelled beautiful and brought back instant memories of her childhood.

 

“They’re perfect,” she told him. “Did you want to come in and talk or something? Hang out?”

 

“Nah, I don’t want to keep you. I just wanted to come by and see you before I went back home and tell you that you were pretty kick ass down there.” They both laughed at that, and Roze began to feel like she might have an ally there after all. “I also kind of wanted to know if you would let me take you on a date this weekend. You know, now that you’ll have some of the workload off you.”

 

Roze was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Jake to ask her on a formal date. There was nothing holding her back since she had pretty much broke it off with her boyfriend back in L.A., but she hadn’t expected something so formal so quickly. Though, she found that she wanted to say yes.

 

“Sure, though I have no idea where we might go in such a small town.”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he told her with another of his signature winks.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon (ebook and paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Texas-Roze-Iris-Sweetwater-ebook/dp/B06WVN6SLX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1489008545&sr=8-1&keywords=Texas+Roze

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/705597

 

Author Biography:

Iris Sweetwater has been writing since she could hold a pencil. Starting with poetry, she was excited to be published in many anthologies at the age of 13. As an adult, she made a living for almost seven years as a ghostwriter, writing thousands of websites, romance novels , erotica, paranormal, and fantasy for small and large publishing companies. She has also taught public speaking and English to children ages 4-18.

 

Today, she is starting a writing career she hopes to be proud of and be successful with, actually getting credit for the work she does. She hopes to turn being an author into something that can support the family she loves so much and take it as far as possible. Regardless, she will continue to write and teach children because she is passionate about what she does.

 

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The Dance of the Violin by @TheKathyStinson #bookreview #kidlit #TuesdayBookBlog


The Dance of the Violin

 

Title: The Dance of the Violin

Author: Kathy Stinson

Genre: Children’s Fiction, Music

 

Book Blurb:

As a young student of the violin, Joshua Bell learns about an international competition to be held in Kalamazoo, Michigan. He chooses a piece of music, which his teacher suggests may be too difficult, but Joshua is determined. It’s a piece of music he loves. At the competition, Joshua experiences the usual jitters. Once his name is called, he strides to the stage and begins to play, but almost immediately, he makes a mistake. As he is about to walk off the stage, he asks the judges if could try again. They agree, and this time, the playing is impeccable. Dušan Petricic’s brilliant illustrations full of movement and color, capture the sounds made by Joshua’s violin, from the missed notes to the swirling, uplifting strains of the perfectly executed piece. Children will readily empathize with Joshua’s misstep, but they will also learn that there is always a second chance.

 

“When I learned how 12-year-old Joshua Bell dealt with failure at a competition he’d prepared hard for, I knew it was a story that would inspire anyone, young or not so young, who has dared, or might dare, to try doing something difficult.” — KS (author)

 

My Review:

Joshua Bell loves music and he takes anything he finds around the house and creates music. He’s also learning to play the violin. When he learns of a competition, he chooses a composition many feel is above his head. Does that stop him? No way! When he walks on stage and begins, he makes a mistake. Swallowing hard, he asks the judges if he can try again. Will he embrace his inner musician or will his performance be an utter failure?

 

Based on the real-life story of Violinist Joshua Bell, The Dance of the Violin is beautiful. Failure is something that all of us can relate to, especially children. Learning a new instrument, especially a violin, can be tricky but when you have a musical heart, it’s a matter of letting the music take over.

 

This inspirational story of persevering touched me deeply, as much as the colourful illustrations did. There’s a musical lilt to the illustrations that pair wonderfully with the words to create a masterpiece. I highly recommend this book, especially for those who love music.

 

Disclaimer: I received an ARC from Annick Press Ltd. Via Netgalley in the hopes I’d review it.

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/1554519004/?tag=kathystinson

Amazon CA http://www.amazon.ca/exec/obidos/ASIN/1554519004/kathystinso0a-20/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31213576-the-dance-of-the-violin

 

Author Biography:

Kathy Stinson, author of internationally acclaimed Canadian children’s classic, Red is Best, also writes novels, short stories, and nonfiction for young people of all ages.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Back to the Basics by @tallysonrisa #TuesdayBookBlog #books #nonfiction #inspiration


Book Cover_Back to the Basics

Title: Back to the Basics: My Inward Upward Outward Journey

Author: Tally Sonrisa

Genre: Non-Fiction/Informational and Autobiography

 

Book Blurb:

In an effort to help change our current trajectory, the author presents a collection of personal stories and informal essays that synchronize with many of the issues facing us today. Healthcare, women’s rights, education, marriage, parenting, spirituality, politics, the environment, and more.

By combining her almost 20-year career in scientific research with playful banter and a love of storytelling, Ms. Sonrisa methodically explores many of the failing systems confronting us today, but rather than presenting a world of despair and hopelessness, she offers a number of creative and practical solutions for individuals and the community at large – a community that she hopes will one day be based on a foundation of science, wellness, togetherness, and love.

Excerpt:

“I have learned that my faith – my ultimate belief – is in the power of love.”

And while I may not be able to subscribe to one, specific religion based on that simplistic view, what I have learned from wandering this planet without any written dogma is that living a rich and spiritually rewarding life does not require membership to any particular, faith-based system.

I believe that if we can simply learn to love ourselves and others, while pursuing a life filled with kindness, righteousness, forgiveness, and generosity, we will find ourselves blessed with the spiritual bounties of inner peace, happiness, oneness, and personal fulfillment.

Whether or not love is the Higher Power, I can’t say, but I am completely convinced that this “Higher Power” that we so often tend to question is rich with that heart-warming and life-enriching energy.”

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M8KS6T6

Author Photo_Tally Sonrisa

Author Biography:

Ms. Sonrisa received her undergraduate degree in Biology in 1996 from Marymount University in Arlington, Virginia, and obtained her Master’s Degree in Biotechnology from Johns Hopkins University in 2000.

As her career in scientific research evolved, Ms. Sonrisa became deeply interested in the basic underpinnings of our existence, leading her to carefully examine the world around us and question the direction of our future as a society. Invigorated with the desire to help heal our planet and its inhabitants, Ms. Sonrisa has spent the past several years reading, learning, growing, and cobbling a path towards a more enlightened future.

Ms. Sonrisa was born in Virginia, raised in Maryland, and has also lived in Rhode Island and Mississippi, although she feels most at home in the Pacific Northwest, where she currently lives with her husband, daughter, two stepsons, and four, rescued furries (two cats and two dogs).

When she’s not working or writing, Ms. Sonrisa loves spending time with her family and friends; exploring the outdoors; traveling; taking pictures; hiking or going for long walks; yoga; all things music; skating; scuba diving; swimming; reading; writing; drawing/coloring; gardening; cooking/baking; watching movies/documentaries; and learning how to live a sustainable, renewable, health-full, and balanced lifestyle.

Social Media Links:

Website www.tallysonrisa.com

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

Twitter @tallysonrisa

A Peaceful Village Torn Apart by Murder… Written In Blood by @arcarver87 #99cents #thriller


Written in Blood

Title Written In Blood

Author Alex R Carver

Genre Mystery/Thriller

Publisher ARC Books

Book Blurb –

A peaceful village torn apart by murder.

When Oakhurst’s daughters begin to turn up, brutally murdered and with accusatory words carved into their skin, the residents of the small, close-knit community are unwilling to believe that one of their own might be a killer.

Suspicion falls on the village’s newest resident, Zack Wild, attractive, charming, author of violent crime novels, and possessor of a dark history; he seems like the perfect suspect.

As the investigation continues, the evidence against Wild mounts, but is prejudice against the newcomer affecting the judgment of Sergeant Mitchell, Constable Turner thinks so; she is determined to bring the killer to justice, no matter who it is, or what she has to do.

Who will be proved right, and will they catch the killer before he can strike again?

Excerpt

“Mitchell,” he said groggily when his groping hand found the ringing phone and brought it to his ear.

“Sorry to wake you, sergeant.”

“What’s up?” Mitchell asked, recognising the voice of Constable Pritchard. “Has something happened?” He could think of no other reason for him to be called before seven a.m. on a Saturday, as the clock on the bedside cabinet told him the time was.

“There’s been a report of a body being found.”

Mitchell instantly became wide awake, though it was a moment or two before he could speak. “Did you say a body’s?” he asked when he found his voice.

“That’s right. The call came in just a few moments ago; that new guy, Wild, said he’s found the body of a girl along the river near that old watchtower. He said she’s dead – murdered.”

“Murdered!” The word escaped his lips before Mitchell could stop it and he looked quickly over at his wife, who was still asleep. “Are you sure about that?” he asked as he slipped from the bed.

“I’ve not seen the body, so I can only go on what Mr Wild said, but he sounded pretty definite about it,” Pritchard said. “I can’t imagine why he’d lie about something like that.”

“Me neither, you can never tell with some people, though, and it’s not like we know Mr Wild well enough to tell what he might do.”

“Do you think it could be Georgina Ryder?” Pritchard asked.

Mitchell went cold at that. The notion that the girl he and his officers had spent the week looking for was dead was not one he liked – the possibility that she had been murdered was worse – but he couldn’t think who else the body could be, the village had only the one missing girl as far as he was aware. “Unless you know of any other Oakhurst girls that have gone missing, I think it has to be Georgina,” he said, feeling no satisfaction at the thought of her having been found.

Pritchard hesitated for a moment and then said, “I wasn’t going to mention it ‘til you came in, I didn’t think it was important, I mean, she’s never home…”

“Are you going to get to the point?” Mitchell asked, pressing the phone to his ear with his shoulder while he struggled into his uniform.

“Mike left a note, Theresa Goulding came in last night to report Lucy missing.”

“Damn,” Mitchell swore, abandoning his efforts at getting dressed. It amazed him how quickly a situation could go from bad to worse. “Okay, here’s what I want you to do; call Doc Kelly and Mel, tell them both I’ll be by shortly to pick them up, then call the inspector. Chances are, Wild’s wrong about the girl being dead, but just in case, the inspector is going to want to know what’s going on.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to call Mike or Adrian?” Pritchard asked. “Mel’s never dealt with a dead body before, perhaps now’s probably not the best time for her first.”

“No, I want Mel, she’s got to deal with this kind of thing sooner or later. Besides, if I have to go and see the Ryders afterwards, Melissa will be more help than either Mike or Adrian. You’d better make those calls, Paul, I’ll be at Doc Kelly’s in a few minutes, tell him he’ll need his bag.”

*****

Melissa Turner looked down the bank at the rapidly moving river, and then over at her superior. It made her shudder just to think about what he wanted her to do.

“Wouldn’t we be better off going back and crossing at the bridge?” she asked. “That water looks bloody freezing. I don’t fancy going in there, and I’m sure it’s not a good idea for Doc Kelly.”

“Don’t you worry about me,” Kelly said as he settled to the ground and began rolling up his trouser legs. “I’ve never been bothered by a bit of cold water. It’s that far bank I’m concerned about, it looks a little steep for my liking.”

Mitchell looked across the river at the far bank and then at the doctor, before finally down at himself. He wasn’t as large at the waist as the doctor, but he was still far from slim; climbing the far bank was likely to be as much of a challenge for him as for the doctor, but there was nowhere better.

“It’ll be a struggle,” he admitted. “But we’ll manage. If we go back, it’ll cost us three quarters of an hour, maybe more, and there’s a deadfall on that side, near the bridge, that’s been threatening to drop for a year. I’d rather not be under it, if it finally decides to go.”

Melissa thought that a bit of a weak argument – if the tree hadn’t fallen in a year, it was unlikely to fall while they passed it. She suspected Mitchell had not even thought about crossing the river after parking at the pub, and was reluctant to correct his mistake.

“I’ll go first,” Mitchell said. “Doc, you come second, Mel, you bring up the rear. Once I’ve got to the top I can pull you up, Doc, while Mel gives you a shove from behind.”

The river at the chosen spot was only about fifteen feet wide, but it still took the three of them almost five minutes to make it to the top of the far bank. Most of that time was spent climbing the bank on the other side, which Melissa had no difficulty with, but which proved a struggle for her companions.

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Worth Any Cost
Brenna Aubrey
(Gaming the System #6)
Publication date: February 28th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

You are cordially invited to the wedding of the decade.

 

Adam Drake and Emilia Kimberly Strong have chosen a date to solidify their love in the bonds of matrimony.

 

Join them on their exotic destination wedding. Visit with their friends and loved ones. But hold the champagne toast. Fate has a few last tests for our couple on their way to the altar.

 

Natural 20 or natural disaster?

 

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Satisfied with my results, I settled on the bed, all snug and dry in my robe. Pressing a stack of clean washcloths to my mouth to muffle the laughter, I heard the water turn off. After a few seconds’ hesitation, he called from inside the bathroom.

“Hey. Where are all the towels?”

I didn’t answer, just laughed some more and smothered my giggles.

The slap of his wet feet on the bare floor sounded as he crossed the bathroom toward the door. He poked his dripping head out of the doorway. “What did you do?” His dark eyebrow arched, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead. A puddle quickly formed around his feet.

I held up one of the tiny washcloths. “You want this, don’t you? The hate is swelling in you now.”

His mouth quirked. “Something’s swelling, but it isn’t hate.” He pushed the hair away from his forehead and cleared the water that had dripped into his eyes. “Somehow I thought getting away with that was too easy.”

I smirked. “You should know me better by now. As for drying off…you could always use your dirty underpants.”

“Underpants? What am I, five?” He clenched his jaw and then grinned. “Don’t underestimate the power of the dark side, young Jedi.”

I rolled my eyes. “So you’re going to try to one-up me? So predictable. I’m shaking in my boots.”

His dark eyes gleamed as he came closer. Rivulets of water had collected on his tasty abs. It was fascinating to behold.

“And you should know me better, too.” He grinned evilly. “I don’t one-up. I one-hundred-up.” Then he shook his head inches from my face. Droplets of water sprayed everywhere. I let out a screech and pulled back. “You are looking too dry over there, little girl. Let me help you with that.”

And he promptly pinned me, dripping wet, to the bed and started rubbing his drenched face in mine. “You’re gonna soak the bed!” I screeched.

 

 

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Brenna Aubrey is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author of contemporary romance stories that center on geek culture.

 

She has always sought comfort in good books and the long, involved stories she weaves in her head. Brenna is a city girl with a nature-lover’s heart. She therefore finds herself out in green open spaces any chance she can get. She’s also a mom, teacher, geek girl, Francophile, unabashed video-game addict & eBook hoarder.

 

She currently resides on the west coast of the US with her husband, two children, and two adorable golden retriever pups.

 

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