Tempted by Mr. Wrong by USA Today Bestseller @jacqbiggar is Stupendous! #bookreview #romance


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Title: Tempted by Mr. Wrong

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Now Jason’s back–and he wants revenge.

 

My Review:

Jason and Tammy Jo are step-siblings yet aren’t related. So, when they explored their feelings when they were about to graduate high school, why did Tammy Jo’s father kick Jason out of the house, calling him filth and other words I won’t repeat? It’s ten years later and Tammy Jo’s marriage is on the rocks and she’s become the laughing stock of her father’s country club. Talk about a bad night. But when Jason pulls up and offers her a ride home, she’s humiliated. Of all nights, he had to witness her spiral down into the mud. No really, she’s stuck up to her whatsit in southern mud with rain pelting down.

 

Jason’s back in town on a covert operation to bring down two men closest to Tammy Jo. Revenge is sweet, or so thinks Jason. But Jason didn’t expect murder to enter the picture and the one woman who’s stolen his heart may just be the murderer. Can Jason keep his salacious feelings for Tammy Jo at bay while he’s investigating or will he be tempted to dip into Tammy Jo’s honey pot once more?

 

This is the first step-brother romance I’ve read and leave it to Jacquie Biggar to make it more than just sex. There’s so many layers to this story and I loved it! First, there’s the takedown of a ponzi scheme that Jason’s investigating. Then, there’s the steamy romance between Jason and Tammy Jo. There’s the revenge Jason is seeking with his step-father (Tammy Jo’s father). Oh, plus a murder to solve and Tammy Jo to be cleared. Did I mention the touching sub-plot of how Jason’s mother is suffering from Alzheimer’s?

 

The suspense was spot-on and something I come to expect now from Biggar’s bestselling books. Sizzling romance with steamy love scenes, also a must in her novels, but it’s the characters that make this a five star and a must-read. I laughed, I swooned, I gasped (totally didn’t figure out the murderer until Biggar revealed it), I cried. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Jason. I loved everything about him from his magnetic sapphire eyes to his fierce love for his mother, from his vow for revenge to his passionate forbidden love for his step-sister. He’s a broken alpha hero but Tammy Jo just might be able to put him back together again.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

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International link: http://books2read.com/TemptedbyMrWrong

 

Add to your TBR List: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35609451-tempted-by-mr-wrong

 

Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

http://jacqbiggar.com

 

http://Facebook.com/jacqbiggar

 

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Facebook Street Team:

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

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


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Title: A Guardian Falls

Author: R Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Buy Links:

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

US:  https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Falls-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B072LJV5Z5/ 

 

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Guardian-Falls-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B072LJV5Z5/

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.rtranbooks.com

Blog: https://rtranbooks.wordpress.com/

Facebook page: https://m.facebook.com/Rtranbooks/

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The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks by @cyallowitz #BookReview! #IARTG #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks

Author: Charles E. Yallowitz

Genre: Fantasy, Short Stories

 

Book Blurb:

Enter the world of Windemere with 11 action adventure short stories featuring a man who is out to make an honest living.

 

Some heroes seek fame. Some seek fortune. Others simply want to save the world. Ichabod Brooks only wants to put food on the table for his family.

 

Known and respected as the man who can get any job done, Ichabod has seen his share of adventure. Most of which have been highly exaggerated by bards. Still, the man has his famous reputation for a reason. Whether it be climbing a temperamental mountain for eggs or escorting orphans to their new homes, Ichabod takes every job seriously and makes sure he is as prepared as he can be. Not that it helps since things always take a turn for the worse.

 

My Review:

I’ve been a devout follower of the Legends of Windemere series so when I saw a spin-off of sorts, I knew I had to read it.

 

Ichabod Brooks is a man who’s a mercenary for hire and he’s always up for a new adventure. If you need a magical item or need some help rescuing orphans, Ichabod is your man. His wife handles the contracts and is the brain behind the business, which I loved. He’s just out having adventures and trying to play down his exploits. Oh, and he can bake, too. These are the stories along with a one sentence synopsis:

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Starwind Egg – Every ten years, the birds lay starwind eggs and it’s up to Ichabod to snag one for his client but this time, his luck might just be up.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Phantom Archer – Ichabod is judging an archery contest but when the contestants get killed, Ichabod must take on the challenger for himself.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the King of Nowhere – An emerging cult wants to unite the kingdoms under the banner of lawlessness and the only one who can save everyone is a man knows as the King of Nowhere.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Island of Mirrors – Waking up on an island of mirrors is disturbing enough but Ichabod must work together with an old enemy or wind up worse off than death. (My favorite story!)

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Yellow Ogres – With the wife away, Ichabod is relishing in time spent alone but when a band of yellow ogres start stealing shamans, he must figure out how to stop them before his wife returns.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Resurrection Bowl – Of all the gin joints … Ichabod wishes he could pass on this adventure but he doesn’t have a choice so off he goes in search of an ancient artifact that can resurrect the dead.

 

Ichabod Brooks & Toy Tower – Ichabod must defeat a tower of traps created by a crazy toymaker in order to receive the grand prize at the finish line but has his luck just run out?

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Jester Flute – A bard has stolen a cursed flute and now Ichabod’s reality is anything but. (My second favorite story!)

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Orphan’s Shadow – Hired to escort orphans to their new homes, Ichabod is caught off-guard when the orphans suddenly fall ill and death is right around the corner unless Ichabod can figure out what’s going on.

 

Ichabod Brooks & Zaria’s Kiss –  Ichabod and friends are on an adventure to recover the Purity Goddess’s relics from the sea but before they know it, something appears to s-s-strike them down.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Vixen of Errenshar – Olivia Thorne has been a seductive enemy, thwarting Ichabod’s every move but this time, she might have the upper hand.

 

If you’re looking for adventurous short stories with character depth, a solid plot and colorful dialogue, pick up The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks today. Yallowitz’s writing style is quick-witted, full of adventurous fun and original. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “They also don’t have your wife making deals that you can’t say no to. She mentioned that you’re getting three times the usual pay because this baby is going to be prepared for Duke Solomon’s wedding. Personally, I’m looking forward to your wife’s cooking after this. Surprised your gut isn’t huge considering that woman can make a pot roast even the gods would praise. Did you happen to bring some of her dishes for the road?”

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35533624-the-life-times-of-ichabod-brooks

 

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Author Biography:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: www.legendsofwindemere.com
Twitter: @cyallowitz
Facebook: Charles Yallowitz


Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

My Little Fart Series by @AuthorsBen_Sam is Great Fun and a Must-Read! #kidlit #books


The Day My Fart Followed Me To Home

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me Home

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love this!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me Home is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and how he meets his new friend!

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with gorgeous pictures and love your child to read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me Home.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy on his unexpected journey with his new best friend!

 

Scroll up and get ready to giggle along with your children!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Home/dp/1530776279/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-home-ben-jackson/1123689830?ean=9780995234031

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey

 

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy and his Fart as they play hockey together!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s first hockey tryouts. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Fart attempts to help out his best friend the only way he knows how.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on their exciting day at the hockey arena!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Hockey-ebook/dp/B01LY5KFJI/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-hockey-ben-jackson/1126406602?ean=9780995234024

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Santa Up The Chimney

 

Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart are back again! This time they have a new friend, Santa Clause!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy, the Little Fart, and Santa Clause as they have another fantastic adventure.

 

The Day My Fart Followed Santa Up The Chimney is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy’s best friend the Little Fart and Santa Clause as they help deliver presents and spread happiness and joy. There’s always plenty of laughter and giggles as the Little Fart attempts to help the only way he knows how.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Santa Up The Chimney!

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on the most exciting day of the year!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-Fart-Followed-Santa-Chimney/dp/1988656028/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-santa-up-the-chimney-ben-jackson/1125257089?ean=9781988656069

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To Soccer

 

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If your child loves soccer and playing sport, then you’re going to love reading along with Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Soccer is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his imaginary best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s soccer match, and meet his new friend Sophie. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Little Fart tries to help Timmy and Sophie the only way he knows how!

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To Soccer!

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy, Sophie and the Little Fart on their exciting day at the soccer field!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Soccer/dp/1988656095/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-soccer-ben-jackson/1126322678?ean=9781988656090

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist

 

Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart are back again in The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist! In this beautifully illustrated children’s book you’ll experience Timmy’s first visit to the dentist, losing a tooth, and a visit from the Tooth Fairy.

 

No child loves the thought of a visit to the dentist. In The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist, Timmy takes a trip to the dentist with his best, and imaginary, friend the Little Fart. Timmy needs to have a tooth removed and then needs to help to try and explain the Tooth Fairy to the Little Fart.

 

Whenever the Little Fart is involved, hilarity and mischievousness are sure to follow! The authors decided to publish this book to try and help parents and dentists show that the dentist doesn’t have to be a bad experience. In the end, there is always the reward of receiving a visit by the magical and beautiful Tooth Fairy.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist! Discover and giggle along with Timmy, and the Little Fart on their exciting day at the dentist.

 

Smashwords (FREE) – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/734101

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-the-dentist-ben-jackson/1126854211?ean=9781988656151

 

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Author

Ben Jackson and Sam Lawrence

 

Illustrator

Danko Herrera

 

Genre

Children’s books – humor – Grade K-4 – Kids 3-10

 

Publisher

Indie Publishing Group http://www.indiepublishinggroup.com

 

Author Biography

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminium Welding, he also writes of a night as a Freelance Writer and Author.

 

Ben is in a Long-Distance Relationship with his wife Sam, who lives in Canada, she works as a full-time formatting professional, publisher, and author.

 

Be sure to check out all his books, there is definitely something there for everyone!

 

As Indie Authors, we rely on our valuable customers to write a review, if you could spare a minute to leave a review of one of our books, we would greatly appreciate it.

 

He has numerous books in progress so stay tuned for information on those by following this page, connecting with him on Facebook or Goodreads.

 

Remember, if you enjoyed one of his books, leave a review! Please feel free to check out our children’s book website at http://www.mylittlefart.com

 

Ben Jackson Social Media Links

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15144197.Ben_Jackson Goodreads Page

 

https://www.amazon.com/Ben-Jackson/e/B00S4A4W5C/ Amazon Author Page

 

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https://www.facebook.com/BenandSamAuthors/ Facebook Ben & Sam

 

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https://twitter.com/AuthorsBen_Sam Twitter

 

http://www.mylittlefart.com My Little Fart Website

 

 

 

 

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


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

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 1

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Mr. Kostopoulos? Is that you?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Should I be?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Magic-Romance-Book-One-ebook/dp/B073WPHJPS/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-one-mary-leo/1126743753?ean=2940158644313

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-one

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1258806294

 

Author Biography:

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

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pg/maryleoauthor/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/maryleoauthor

Website: http://www.maryleo.com/

Newsletter Sign Up: http://www.maryleo.com/marys-extras.html

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 2

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Romancing Rudy Raindear:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Loving Hamilton Winchester:

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Not when I can see so much more.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 3

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

A Christmas In Time:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Only time will tell.

 

The Ghost Of Dillon Spencer:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 4

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

The Lone Cowboy Of Starlight Bend:

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

The Fortuneteller’s Valentine:

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

 

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

 

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Inspector Stone Mysteries by Alex R. Carver @arcarver87 Are a Deal! #mystery #free #99c


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BOOK 1

Title – Where There’s A Will: Inspector Stone Mysteries #1

Author – Alex R Carver

Price – FREE

Genre – Mystery

 

Blurb –

A kidnapped teen, a 3.5 million Euro ransom, and the Russian Mafia.

 

Inspector Stone is tasked with finding Alice Keating and bringing her home safely. Hard enough under normal circumstances, but between investigating an unrelated armed robbery, family problems, and the machinations of an ambitious underling, it’s almost impossible.

 

Unknown to either Stone or Alice’s parents, the kidnappers have more in mind than collecting a ransom. When it turns out that the Russian Mafia might be involved in the kidnapping, things begin to spiral out of Stone’s control.

 

Can Stone find Alice before the kidnappers make good on their threats? If not it won’t just be Alice that becomes a victim to their deadly plans…

 

Excerpt –

“Kidnap!” he yelled the warning as two masked men jumped from the back of the van and reached for the rear door of the car. He was about half a second too slow in hitting the central door lock.

 

Alice knew, intellectually, that she was a potential target for kidnappers, she had never thought it would actually happen, though. The sight of the two dark-clothed and masked men leaping from the van froze her where she sat; it wasn’t until the rear door of the Bentley was yanked open that she recovered from her shock and regained the ability to move. She had her hand on the passenger side door when her ankle was grabbed.

 

Automatically, she kicked out and fought to get free. She writhed and twisted every which way as she desperately struggled to break the grip on her ankle. Slowly, inexorably, though, she was dragged through the car, despite her grabbing at everything within reach to stop what was happening.

 

Brian cursed himself for not having put the locks on before starting the engine and quickly released them again. He then took off his seatbelt and threw open the door next to him so he could get out. The moment he was on his feet he lunged for the figure that had hold of Alice, confident that his past as a Royal Marine would stand him in good stead in confronting the man trying to pull his charge from the car.

 

“Bloody help me,” Jim ordered his partner, who was standing uselessly at his side. He was not unused to fighting, and could generally hold his own, but he was hampered by the need to keep hold of Alice.

 

Unlike his partners, Lewis was not a fighter, and he had no intention of getting physical with the chauffeur, who was a more imposing figure than him. Instead he reached into the rear of the Bentley to take hold of Alice Keating’s flailing foot and help pull her from the car.

 

When he failed to break the grip the would-be kidnapper had on his charge, Brian changed tactics. He let go of the man’s arm and wrapped his own around his neck, putting him in a chokehold; once he was unconscious, Brian figured he would release Alice automatically. He had no sooner secured him in a headlock, however, when he was forced to let him go as a punch to the kidney sent pain shooting through his body.

 

Crash smashed a fist into the chauffeur’s kidney a second time, he then pulled him away from Jim and threw him into the side of the van. A kick to the back of the knee made Brian fall forward, and Crash smashed his head into the side door of the van; twice more he did that until the chauffeur’s body went limp and blood ran down his face.

 

“Get on with it,” he snapped at his partners, who were still trying to drag Alice from the car. From the back pocket of Jim’s combat trousers, he took the envelope that was sticking out, which he shoved into the inside pocket of Brian Jacob’s jacket. That done, he returned to his previous position behind the wheel, where he revved the engine impatiently.

 

With two men pulling at her, Alice found it impossible to save herself, and with a final heave, she was yanked from the Bentley to land with a painful thud on the concrete.

 

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BOOK 2

Title – An Eye For An Eye: Inspector Stone Mysteries #2

Author – Alex R Carver

Genre – Mystery/thriller

Price – 99c

 

Blurb –

Revenge comes to Branton.

 

Inspector Stone’s past catches up to him with blood and flames.

 

A series of murders rock the small town of Branton and leave Inspector Stone with his toughest case, one which may see him paying a tremendous personal price if he can’t solve it quick enough.

 

At first glance the murder of the wife and mother of an Asian shopkeeper appears racially motivated, and the local paper is quick to stir up tensions within the community. Another murder, this time the husband of a local barrister, an attack on a trio of teens, and the discovery of a previously unreported murder all lead Stone to the conclusion that something more than racism is at work.

 

Before he can work out what connects these seemingly unrelated events he is distracted by the most tragic of events. Can Stone and his partner pull themselves together long enough to figure out who is responsible for bringing terror to the streets of Branton, or will the killer complete his fiendish plan and make good his escape?

 

Excerpt –

His eyes darting around, checking for potential witnesses, Kurt strode up the road. He was once again dressed darkly in jeans and a black pullover – he had little in the way of spare clothing – which would have made him difficult to see in the dusk were it not for the street-lights illuminating the deepening darkness. He would have liked to avoid the pools of light that lit him up at intervals but that was impossible, all he could do was move through them as quickly as possible.

 

When he reached his destination, without seeing anyone or anything to give him pause or make him postpone or abandon his plan, he stepped off the pavement and into the shadows of the drive.

 

Kurt pulled down his balaclava as he walked up the drive, past the BMW that was parked there. It startled him when a security light blazed on, chasing away the concealing shadows; he had done a recce of the house, so he should have known about it, but somehow he had missed the light. His footsteps faltered momentarily, but he quickly regained his stride and approached the front door, taking out the knife he had brought – the weapon was a lethal-looking thing, a hunting knife with an eight-inch blade that was guaranteed to inspire fear in all but the most hardened of people – from the bag on his shoulder as he did so.

 

With the knife held at his side, where it wouldn’t immediately be visible, he reached out to ring the doorbell. He heard it echo in the passage beyond the door, and a few moments later he heard footsteps as someone responded to it. Behind his balaclava he smiled in anticipation of what was to come.

 

The moment the door swung open, and before the man who stood framed in the doorway could react, Kurt lunged. He thrust the knife he had brought into the stomach of Terry Fielding, who collapsed over the blade with an explosive gasp of pain.

 

Kurt took Fielding by the shoulder and shoved him off the blade before entering the house and slamming the door behind him. He could see Fielding trying to draw breath, to either scream or yell for help, and he quickly dropped on top of him, his hand going to his mouth to cut off his efforts; at the same time he buried the knife in Fielding’s stomach for a second time.

 

Again and again he stabbed Fielding, half a dozen times in total. He didn’t stop until his victim lay still beneath him.

 

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BOOK 3

Title – A Perfect Pose: Inspector Stone Mysteries #3

Author – Alex R Carver

Genre – Mystery

Price – $2.99 (on pre-order until 1st October)

 

Blurb –

What connects the murder of a teen model and an assault on her photographer stepbrother?

 

Three months ago, Nathan Stone lost his family in a deadly blaze.

 

On enforced leave from the department, he sinks into a deep pit of despair, but the discovery of a teenage girl’s body on the riverbank forces draws him back to work and into a complicated case.

 

Ellen Powers was a popular teen internet model with many adoring fans, so who would want to kill her? The investigation soon turns up many secrets, including the fact that Ellen was pregnant, and planning an abortion.

 

Was the studio she worked for covering up a dark secret of exploitation? Or was this a crime of passion?

 

When the Ellen’s stepbrother is attacked soon after her body is discovered, Nathan is sure there’s a connection. The guy’s not talking, though; what is he so determined to keep secret, even if it puts his life at risk.

 

As the case deepens and they discover more about the murdered teen Nathan Stone must overcome his demons to find justice for an innocent young woman?

 

Excerpt –

When he made it to Buster’s side, Maxwell looked around for whatever it was that had attracted his dog’s attention. He could see nothing so he tried to pull Buster away from the bank, he wouldn’t leave, though, Buster simply pulled free and continued barking. Maxwell looked around again, but still couldn’t see what had caught his dog’s attention; it was a few moments before he realised that Buster was not looking down at the bank at his feet, or at the water running past, he was looking out across the water towards the far bank.

 

Maxwell strained his eyes to see through the thin mist, to pick out what it was Buster had spotted, but his sight wasn’t as good as that of his dog, and it wasn’t until a swirl of the mist left the far bank clear for a moment that he saw it. Even then he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. He reached into his pocket for his glasses and slipped them on so he could see better, but he still couldn’t make out what the black and blue object was.

 

Only when he turned away, to make another attempt to pull Buster back from the water, and he saw it out the corner of his eyes did he realise what it was that lay on the other side of the river, almost, but not quite, falling into the water.

 

“Come on, boy.” Maxwell took Buster by the collar to pull him away from the water, and this time he turned and moved quickly ahead to guide his master along the bank.

 

Maxwell reflected that it was as if he had been waiting for his discovery to be recognised, and that now it had it was okay for him to leave. As quickly as his legs would allow, which wasn’t quick enough for Buster, who pulled him along and threatened to drag him if he fell, Maxwell made his way through the trees to the bridge.

 

He was able to increase his pace a little once they were out of the woods, and there was no longer so much danger of him tripping over, he still wasn’t quick enough for Buster, however.

 

In the end he was forced to let go of Buster’s collar and let him run on ahead to the car. Being pulled over by his dog was the last thing he needed, especially when there was no-one around to help him – he hadn’t yet seen any of his fellow dog-walkers, which wasn’t all that unusual, he was normally the first one there, and he was sure the mist had put a few of the regulars off.

 

When he made it to his car, Maxwell found Buster waiting patiently alongside it. He gave his head a quick pat before unlocking the driver’s door so he could retrieve his mobile phone from the glove compartment. Following the instructions his son had carefully drilled into him when he gave him the phone, Maxwell unlocked it and dialled nine-nine-nine.

 

The emergency services operator answered the call almost immediately, and Maxwell said in a voice that shook more than he liked, “I need an ambulance, and the police, please.”

 

 

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Author Biography –

After working in the clerical, warehouse and retail industries over the years, without gaining much satisfaction, Alex quit to follow his dream and become a full-time writer. Where There’s A Will is the first book in the Inspector Stone Mysteries series, with more books in the series to come, as well as titles in other genres in the pipeline.

 

When not writing, he is either playing a game or being distracted by Molly the Yorkie, who is greedy for both attention and whatever food is to be found.

 

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USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie Sits Down for Q and A With Mrs. N #writing #romance #druid


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Thank you so much Mrs. N for inviting me onto your blog.

 

Ruth, how long have you been writing romance? Would you say it has always been your calling?

I’ve been writing romance since 2010. I was an avid reader and hadn’t planned to write a book. A friend was writing a romance and I asked to help her. One thing led to another and we decided we would each write a story and create a series. She was busy with college hunting with her daughter and training for the NY marathon so writing went on the back burner for her. I embraced it and continued. The book was published in 2011.

 

Has writing always been my calling? Not writing but storytelling. When I told my older sister that I had written and published a book she said she wasn’t surprised. I always had a story. She’s fifteen years older than me. One time I got her to wear a cowboy hat and boots while I played Dale Evans (I know, I’m really dating myself here) and charged around on my tricycle.

 

Your Druid Knight series seems like something any historical romance and paranormal romance lover will enjoy. Can you tell us about it?

There are several underlying themes in the stories: trust, family and acceptance. The first two stories are about Rebeka and Arik.

 

In Knight or Runes: Rebeka Tyler never thought herself a warrior, renown authority on medieval and renaissance studies, yes, a martial arts amateur, absolutely, a warrior, definitely not. Tossed into the 17th century, she’s plunged into the midst of a struggle between two druid masters. While she tries to decode the ancient runes and unearth a family secret in order to return she physically fights for her life against the dark druid, Bran, and struggles emotionally with the druid knight, Lord Arik, and the truth about their past. Neither Rebeka nor Arik can succeed by themselves they must partner in order to win. But it will cost her dearly, her heart.

 

In Knight of Rapture Rebeka is tricked to return to the 21st century: For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is the easiest part of his quest.

 

Bran, the dark druid, follows Arik across the centuries, tireless in his quest for revenge. He’ll force Arik to make a choice, return to save his beloved family and home or stay in the 21st century and save Rebeka. He can’t save them both.

 

Rebeka Tyler has no recollection of where she’s been the past five months. On top of that, ownership of her home, Fayne Manor, is called into question. When accidents begin to happen it looks more and more like she is the target. Further complicating things is the strange man who conveniently appears wherever trouble brews—watching her, perhaps even….protecting her? Or is he a deliberate attempt to distract her? Rebeka can only be sure of one thing—her family name and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall… in any century.

 

As an added treat, I wrote, The Druid Knights Tale – a Short Story. Here you’ll find out about Rebeka and Arik’s parents.

 

Do you have a day job outside of writing romance? If so, can you tell us about it?

I worked for almost thirty years at JPMorgan in a variety of areas for their global treasury products (checks and money transfers): product management, project management, marketing and communication. I retired four years ago. I was looking forward to writing full time and I haven’t been disappointed.

 

I spend the day writing, editing, researching, and/or promoting my books.

 

You’ve just won a free all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world; where would you go and why?

I’ve been very fortunate. I travelled around the world for the bank and have been in many wonderful places. My dream is to follow my family roots back to ‘the old country,’ Russia and find out more about both my mother’s and father’s families.

 

In your Druid Knight books, time travel plays an important part in the plot. If you could time travel to any-when or anywhere, when/where would you go? Why?

I’m in love with medieval England and Scotland. I’ve researched and read about the period and the places. My stories are set in Avebury and the England-Scotland border. Today’s courting rituals are rooted in medieval chivalry. This is the era where romance saw its rise in literature and the stage.

 

Do you have any advice for romance authors just starting out in the industry?

I think the best advice I can give any author is the best way to promote your book is to write the next one.

 

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As a special treat, Ruth has given us three new excerpts to devour. Enjoy! – Mrs. N

 

Excerpt: Knight of Runes

Rebeka stood taller, planted her staff on the ground in a quiet but emphatic fashion and stared squarely into his eyes. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

 

 

Arik shifted his attention to her, taking a moment to observe her in fully. He was used to facing men eye-to-eye. Most were intimidated and unable to hold his stare. He gave her his fiercest look, expecting her to look away, and was stunned to find her staring back at him in the same manner. Arrogant, he thought to himself. But there was also a spark of something he couldn’t pinpoint, an instant chemistry of recognition and challenge. He quickly hid his feelings, a practiced talent.

 

 

She wasn’t as adept. He saw the recognition in her eyes before she won control of her reaction. She registered confusion, a sense of disbelief, and white-hot anger.

 

 

She probably came up to his shoulder. He marveled how the gold and copper flecks in her mahogany hair reflected in the sun. Although her hair was bound up, wisps fell in gentle waves, framing her oval face. He thought her skin looked soft to touch and was vibrant and healthy even through the bruises. Her mouth was full and inviting, her white teeth perfectly straight. But it was her deep-set eyes—an extraordinary shade of violet shot through with flecks of silver—that held his attention. He saw intelligence in them, and passion. The intelligence was a surprise. The passion, well, he stirred that in many women.

 

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Excerpt: Knight of Rapture

“The day appears promising.” Rebeka’s voice brought a smile to his lips. She tugged her shawl closer around her shoulders. “M’lord.” Soft puffs of breath surrounded her mouth. There was indeed a chill in the morning air. She gave him his discarded shirt and waited while he shrugged into it before handing him his ale.

 

“Yes. It will be a good day.” It was always a good day when it began with her at his side. “Almost as good as last night.” They drove each other mad with their verbal banter and soft touches yesterday until she surrendered to him. His reward was to tease her until she yielded last night. Who knew who would yield today? Either way they both won.

 

Her gaze slid from his chest to his face. Her searing expression brought back the warmth of their passionate evening. Her flushed skin was her silent response.

 

He returned his gaze to the valley pretending to be interested in the smoke now rising from a distant chimney. He turned his attention back to her.

 

Faith, how he loved sparring with her.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he caught her blank stare. But the challenge was given and he understood it had been accepted. With a long pull on his ale he returned his attention to the curling smudge in the sky and like a game of chess waited for her to make the next move.

 

She rose on tip toes and bathed his ear with her soft breath. “But not as good as tonight will be,” she whispered. “We celebrate Samhain tonight.”

 

He set the tankard on the wide stone railing before the ale sloshed over its rim.

 

“Happy thoughts for the day, husband.” She laid her hand on his chest and bent to kiss his cheek.

 

He caught her around her waist and brought her face to his. How he adored the passion in her violet eyes. They asked for more. He answered with a searing kiss and teased her mouth open with his tongue. She didn’t protest. Instead she moved closer molding her body into his, fitting like a key in a lock. Encouraged, his tongue swept her mouth and he reveled at the sweet taste. When he released her she stood in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest with his cheek resting on her hair. Quiet and content, he savored the last few moments while the sun rose over the edge of the hill.

 

The sound of footsteps from the Great Hall interrupted them. “Arik? Ah, here you are.” Logan, his younger brother peeked out the terrace door. “Are you ready to leave? The sun rose hours ago. I thought we’d breakfast with the men and start maneuvers today.” Logan gave Rebeka a devilish nod. He casually filched Arik’s forgotten tankard and took a deep swallow.

 

Arik observed the bottom of the sun clear the eastern hill. “Hours?” He shook his head and let out a snort. Threading his fingers through Rebeka’s he gave them a tender squeeze. He had wanted more time with her. He always wanted more time with her. But for now their game was over, at least until tonight. “Hours,” Arik muttered while he released her then took the tankard out of Logan’s hand. “And get your own ale. Better yet, get yourself a wife to bring it to you,” he told Logan in feigned aggravation before he drained the tankard dry.

 

“Ah, but where will I find one like Rebeka?” Another nod for his sister-in-law. Rebeka bobbed a quick curtsey and tried not to laugh.

 

Find one like Rebeka, indeed. There was no one like her, but good sense told him Logan would find a love of his own. He earned that. A cool morning breeze stirred the bottom of Rebeka’s thin night dress and she shivered.

 

“Go inside before you catch your death,” Arik whispered in her ear. She nodded and scooted into the house.

 

“Maneuvers today?” Arik glanced at Logan and observed his pleasure turn to concern. “The winter’s coming. We should make sure the farms are prepared, there’s enough food stored, and the necessary repairs have been made before the snow.” He had hoped the calm that his valiant soldiers fought to achieve in August would last longer. “There’s still more to teach Rebeka. She’s not ready to face Bran.”

 

“She came through the portal to return to you. She’s strong. We need her skills to defeat Bran. We can’t do it without her.” Logan didn’t hide his impatience. “Yet you haven’t taught her about Dark Magick. Instead you hide it from her. And I know why.” Arik almost sneered at Logan. This was an old argument. Logan would have had him start her training after their wedding night.

 

“You’re afraid she won’t be able to control it, that she’ll become like Bran. Don’t you see she’s made of stronger stuff?” Arik waved him off. He stepped away to put space between them. But space wouldn’t help.

 

Who did he fool, certainly not Logan. Arik glanced at his brother and recognized his silent strength. The only fool here was him. He couldn’t continue with this idyllic illusion. Logan was right. He had been delaying teaching her. He knew Dark Magick would test her, change her. And he wanted her just the way she was.

 

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Excerpt: Druid Knight Tales

Dead. Maximilian glared at the wilted mistletoe in disbelief. He poked and prodded the plant. It lay there tired and limp. He had cared for the sacred plant for a year. The Ancestors had trusted him to follow their orders. Find a wife—a soul mate. How difficult could it be? All he needed to do was visit the eligible women and choose one. He slammed his fist onto the rough oak table and bellowed his anger to the empty room. Dishes skidded and crashed to the floor. The lifeless shrub didn’t move. It didn’t change. It sat where he’d put it—robust and healthy—the night before. Now the crumpled brown leaves and withered white berries silently screamed his failure.

 

He could think of no reason why it hadn’t survived. He kept staring at the shriveled plant expecting—no, commanding—it to spring to life. It didn’t. He raked his hand through his hair. Everything he’d worked and trained for over the years was lost. He closed his eyes and traveled to that quiet place deep in his mind where he drew his inner strength. One deep breath, then another. His pounding heart took on a more natural rhythm. The reality of his situation hung on his shoulders like an ox’s yoke.

 

“What’s happened? I heard a loud crash.” Doward rushed into the cottage and scanned the debris on the floor.

 

Max didn’t trust his voice. He shot the druid councilman a look and pointed to the plant on the table. He registered Doward’s unreadable expression and let out a quiet snort. Perhaps that was best. He was grateful his mentor didn’t show his disappointment. Doward, too, had warned him.

 

“One year.” Max tipped up his chin and struck a congenial tone. “I’ll wager no other Grand Master was forced to relinquish his position after only one year.” He turned away, not wanting to see his close friend’s disappointment.

 

“Well,” Doward said. “There was Elgon in the year sixty.”

 

Max’s head popped up. He hadn’t expected Doward to respond. The question had been rhetorical.

 

“You appear to have forgotten your elementary history lessons.” Doward stood shaking an old, crooked finger at him.

 

Max’s mouth opened and closed like a beached fish gasping for air. Only Doward had the nerve, the audacity, to reprimand him. Doward and the Ancestors. He couldn’t forget the Ancestors. They had the ultimate power over him.

 

“Yes, but the Roman invaders killed Elgon at Anglesey.” Max’s distraction was momentary. He leaned on the table and looked Doward in the eye. “They did not depose him because he couldn’t find his soul mate and give her the sacred mistletoe before it died.” He straightened, stepped to the cottage door, and stared out at the day but didn’t appreciate its sunshine or enjoy the invigorating coolness of the December morning. He turned to Doward. “It simply proves the council made the wrong choice.”

 

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Ruth is on her third career. Previously a speech-therapist and international bank product/ marketing manager, her favorite job is writing time-travel romance. She is a USA Today bestselling author of time travel romances about strong women and the men who deserve them. Though new to romance, Ruth jumped in with both feet. Her RWA credentials include: past president and past conference chair of NJRWA, past treasurer of RWA-NYC, and National Conference Workshop Committee Chair. When not writing, wait – she’s always writing. She and awesome husband are empty-nesters live in Teaneck, NJ where she transformed her daughter’s bedroom into her executive office.

 

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Title:   The Soldier’s Return

Author:   Laura Libricz

Genre:   Historical Fiction

Publisher:   Blue Heron Book Works

 

Book Blurb:

The year is 1626. A senseless war rips through parts of Germany. Ongoing animosity between the Catholics and the Protestants has turned into an excuse to destroy much of the landscape situated between France, Italy and Denmark. But religion only plays a minor role in this lucrative business of war.

 

The young Dutchman, Pieter van Diemen, returns to Amsterdam in chains after a period of imprisonment in the Spice Islands. He manages to escape but must leave Amsterdam in a hurry. Soldiers are in demand in Germany and he decides to travel with a regiment until he can desert. His hope of survival is to reach Sichardtshof, the farm in Franconia, Germany; the farm he left ten years ago. His desire to seek refuge with them lies in his fond memories of the maid Katarina and her master, the humanist patrician Herr Tucher. But ten years is a long time and the farm has changed. Franconia is not only torn by war but falling victim to a church-driven witch hunt. The Jesuit priest, Ralf, has his sights set on Sichardtshof as well. Ralf believes that ridding the area of evil will be his saving grace. Can Pieter, Katarina and Herr Tucher unite to fight against a senseless war out of control?

 

The Soldier’s Return is the second book in the Heaven’s Pond Trilogy and will be released September 15, 2017.

 

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Excerpt:

Katarina, March 1626

 

Katarina poked at the fire and threw two logs on the embers. Sparks sailed up the flue and the flames revived. Twice last night she’d been to the kitchen to keep this fire burning. Fire was the sustainer of life, the taker as well. She lit a tallow lamp, opened the door to the low-vaulted stable adjoining the kitchen and hung the lamp on a hook rammed into the sandstone. The two cows lowed and her goat yawned. Their water was empty, the troughs too. She crossed the hay-strewn stone stable floor and opened the door leading out to the paddock. Bleating sheep, more than the paddock could accommodate, threatened to break through the wooden fencing.

 

Strange rumblings groaned and swelled underground, traveling towards the Sichardtshof farm along the Aisch River. Katarina imagined some heavy, tethered beasts grumbling while pulling slow-rolling burdens. She brushed aside the memories of the last visits from the mercenaries like she was clearing sticky cobwebs from the rafters. The past was not to be relived, Herr Tucher told her. Rise above it or it will destroy you, he said.

 

She took her overcoat down from the peg on the wall, shrugged into it, grabbed a bucket and hurried back through the kitchen and up the few steps to the house’s main entrance. She pulled on one of the double doors. In the winter the wood door swelled and stuck in the frame, squealing on the stone floor as she pulled it open.

 

She rushed past the half-timbered barn and the adjoining stable that dominated the other outbuildings forming the oval farmyard. A lamp burned somewhere inside. Tanner the Elder was awake, tending the horses. Distinctive sounds rose above the rumblings now: men’s shouts and whistles, the clank of chains from animals’ harnesses. Katarina startled as a flock of waterfowl squawked into flight from the ponds that lined the lowest point of the hollow called the Edelgraben. The water reflected the eerie, pink light of the dawn. The hills that protected the farm on either side of the hollow were shrouded in mist. But the hills never stopped the soldiers from coming before. The men knew the Sichardtshof farm was here and what it had to offer.

 

It was too early in the year for soldiers to be traveling. The nights were still frozen and dark. Friert’s am 40-Ritter-Tag, so kommen noch 40 Fröste nach. Because there was frost today, March 10, the day of Forty Martyrs, the farmers said forty more days of frost would fall upon the land. But Katarina smelled a slight turn in the air, as if the emerging vegetation let off a scent to attract and entice—a lush, green smell. Buds developed on the low bushes surrounding the square stone well and when the leaves filled in, the bushes made a good hiding place for the children. After such a long, cold, dark winter, these inklings of spring should afford some comfort. But Katarina took more comfort in the fact that in the winter, the soldiers moved into winter quarters and stayed away. This past winter was peaceful and Katarina had almost forgotten the rest of the world; the troubled world beyond the farm.

 

Katarina’s trembling hand grabbed time and time again for the rope and finally pulled the bucket up out of the well, craning her neck to look over the bushes back to the crooked little workers’ house. Covered in bramble bushes, she could just make out the glow of a fire through the tiny kitchen window. A figure passed by inside. The Tanner family and the other workers must be awake too. Katarina set the full bucket down by a small surplus of buckets next to the well and ran back to the house. Brambles snagged on her trousers as she softly rapped on the door.

 

“Who is it?” a man’s voice growled.

 

“It’s me, Tanner, let me in.”

 

The door to the workers’ house creaked open. Tanner’s large frame filled out the doorway. Behind him, ceramic mugs clinked, water boiled, a baby cried, men spoke in low tones and a woman coughed. Tanner looked over Katarina’s head and sighed, running a hand through his short, dark blond hair. His cheeks were flushed with the heat of the fire.

 

“Listen,” Katarina said.

 

He nodded, understanding. “Wake the master.”

 

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Laura Libricz was born and raised in Bethlehem PA and moved to Upstate New York when she was 22. After working a few years building Steinberger guitars, she received a scholarship to go to college. She tried to ‘do the right thing’ and study something useful, but spent all her time reading German literature.

 

She earned a BA in German at The College of New Paltz, NY in 1991 and moved to Germany, where she resides today. When she isn’t writing she can be found sifting through city archives, picking through castle ruins or aiding the steady flood of musical instruments into the world market.

 

Her first novel, The Master and the Maid, is the first book of the Heaven’s Pond Trilogy. The Soldier’s Return is the second.

 

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Paddington’s Finest Hour by Michael Bond and @HarperCollinsCh #kidlit #bookreview #Netgalley


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Title: Paddington’s Finest Hour

Author: Michael Bond (Author), Peggy Fortnum (Illustrator), R. W. Alley (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A brand-new title from Michael Bond chronicling new and exciting adventures of Paddington Bear!

 

Somehow Paddington always finds himself in extraordinary situations, so it is no surprise when he appears in a popular TV cooking show, finds himself on a stage giving one of his hard stares to a hypnotist, and performing some precarious tricks at Mr. Gruber’s birthday party.

 

For nearly sixty years, Paddington has enchanted readers around the world with his numerous misadventures and earnest good intentions. From master storyteller Michael Bond, and with interior illustrations by R. W. Alley, this new Paddington adventure will charm and delight readers of all ages.

 

My Review:

I’ve been a huge fan of Paddington Bear ever since I was four years old. I read all of the books I could get my hands on and as time went by, the more I cherished my Paddington books (still own them). When I heard that Harper Collins UK was releasing a brand-new Paddington book (from a friend on Goodreads), I requested it on Netgalley. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be the same as the classic Paddington adventures of my youth but was thrilled to hear that this was written by Michael Bond before his passing.

 

Paddington and the Browns are back for seven all-new adventures and they include some delightful mishaps such as pouring rain and the post, gardening, a cooking show and more. The chemistry and whimsy are infused in Paddington’s Finest Hour for a whole new generation of readers. I loved it and read it over and over again. Whether you are a child or a grown-up, you’ll fall in love with Paddington all over again. The illustrations are beautiful and reminiscent of the classic illustrations. A must own and read!

 

Many thanks to Harper Collins UK and Netgalley for giving me an ARC in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Paddington. He’s one of my favourite literary characters and reading this book reminded me of reconnecting with a childhood friend. No matter how much time has gone by, they’re still lovely.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Bond began chronicling Paddington’s adventures in his first book, A Bear Called Paddington, published in 1958. Fortunately, bears don’t need much encouragement, and Paddington has since filled the pages of twelve further novels, a variety of picture books, and many other projects written for the young at heart.

 

R.W. Alley has illustrated a number of books featuring Paddington Bear. He lives in Barrington, Rhode Island, with his wife, author Zoë B. Alley.

 

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400 years couldn’t keep them apart – The Druid Knight series by @RuthACasie #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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“I’m a huge fan of time-travel romance and throw in druids, magick plus history, you’ve got one of the best books I’ve read since Jude Deveraux’s A Knight in Shining Armor. I loved the story-telling ability of the author. Her words painted vivid imagery and truthfully, I was under her spell. The whole series is a must-read.” — N. N. Light 

 

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Title KNIGHT OF RUNES

Series The Druid Knight

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Carina Press

 

Book Blurb

When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he’s intrigued.

 

 

Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she’s travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what’s killing Arik’s land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

 

 

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

 

 

Excerpt

“Hand me that planking.” Arik pointed to the nearest board.
Simon grabbed the plank and examined it. “Sir, these boards have been deliberately removed.”

 

Arik took the board and lifted it before him. An arrow whooshed out of the trees, and slammed into the plank’s edge. Willem pulled his axe from his belt as Arik and Simon drew their swords. In a fluid, practiced movement, Willem spun and found his mark. He sent his axe flying. The archer fell into the river and was swept downstream, Willem’s axe still lodged in his forehead. A dozen or more attackers broke through the stand of trees.

 

Arik tossed the board into the river and readied his sword. The enemy was poorly dressed carrying clubs and knives. There was only one sword among them. The leader. Arik’s target.

 

“They plan to pin us here at the river’s edge. Come, we’ll take the offensive before they form up.” They moved forward, driving a wedge through the enemy’s ragged line, forcing what little formation they had to scatter and fight, each man for himself.

 

A man, club in hand, rushed at Arik. Before the attacker could bring his weapon into play, Arik pivoted around him. He raised his sword high, and slammed the hilt’s steel pommel squarely on the man’s head. Arik moved on before the man’s lifeless body dropped to the ground.

 

Willem and Simon, on either side of Arik, advanced through the melee. Their swift continuous swordplay moved smoothly from one stroke to the next, whipping through the air. They slashed on the downswing and again on the backswing, sweeping their weapons back into position to repeat the killing sequence. The knight and his soldiers steadily advanced, punishing any man who dared to come near them.

 

“For Honor!” Logan’s war cry carried from the small camp to Arik’s ears.

 

Arik stiffened. Both camps were now under attack. He pulled his blade from an attacker’s chest. The body crumpled to the blood-soaked ground. Arik breathed deeply, the coppery taste of blood in the air. “For Honor!” he bellowed in answer. His men echoed his call, arms thrown wide, muscles quivering, the berserker’s rage overtaking them.

 

The remaining attackers paled and fled headlong into the forest.

 

Motioning to his men to follow, Arik raced toward the camp. He could hear the shouts, and cursed himself for not seeing the danger. He crested the hill and came to an abrupt halt.

 

Logan’s sword ripped through the air as he protected Doward. The tinker drew his short blade and did as much damage as he could. But it was the woman Arik noticed. Her skirt hiked up, she twirled her walking stick like a weapon with an expertise that left him slack-jawed. She dispatched the attackers, one by one, in a deadly well-practiced dance. A man rushed toward her, knife in hand. The sneer on his face didn’t match the fear in his eyes. She stepped out of his line of attack, extended her stick to her side, and holding it with both hands swept the weapon forward, striking the attacker across the bridge of his nose. Blood exploded from his face in an arc of fine spray as his head snapped back. Droplets dusted her face creating an illusion of bright red freckles. As he fell, she reversed her swing and caught him hard behind his knees. He went down on his back, spread-eagled. She swung her stick over her head and landed a precise and disabling blow to his forehead that knocked him unconscious.

 

As she spun to face the next threat her eyes captured Arik’s and held. In the space of an instant, time slowed to a crawl. Her hair slowly loosened from its pins and swirled out around her. His breath caught and his heartbeat quickened as a rapturous surge raced through his body. Something eternal and familiar, with a sense of longing, unsettled him. In the next heartbeat, she tore her eyes away, leaving him empty. Time resumed its normal pace. Another attacker lay at her feet.

 

Arik joined the fight.

 

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Ruth is on her third career. Previously a speech-therapist and international bank product/ marketing manager, her favorite job is writing time-travel romance. She is a USA Today bestselling author of time travel romances about strong women and the men who deserve them. Though new to romance, Ruth jumped in with both feet. Her RWA credentials include: past president and past conference chair of NJRWA, past treasurer of RWA-NYC, and National Conference Workshop Committee Chair. When not writing, wait – she’s always writing. She and awesome husband are empty-nesters live in Teaneck, NJ where she transformed her daughter’s bedroom into her executive office.

 

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Title Druid Knight Tales

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Timeless Scribes

 

Book Blurb

Maximilian, the druid Grand Master, was given a year to find his soul mate. On the final day, the sacred mistletoe has shriveled and died—proclaiming his failure. He must do what no other Grand Master has done before and journey to meet with the Ancestors formally relinquish his title.

 

Ellyn of Brodgar has the gift of healing. But each use of her magick, through a kiss, depletes her energy and brings her closer to death. Time is running out as she searches for a way to continue saving lives—especially her own.

 

Max and Ellyn are tossed into the Otherworld together—a place filled with magick and wonder, it’s also fraught with danger, traps, and death. They have only until the third sunset to find the Ancestors, or be lost to the world forever. The domineering druid must work with the stubborn healer, not only for survival, but for the promise of the future—a future together.

 

Extended Version:

Included an epilogue fifteen years later. See how the man destined for Max and Ellyn’s daughter takes the first steps in becoming a druid knight.

 

Arik, son of Frendrel and Dimia, prepares for training with his adopted brother, Bran, setting into motion a ripple effect that will carry love, betrayal, and death across the centuries.

 

Excerpt

Penetrating blue-gray eyes stared out from the cocoon of dark wool that enrobed the woman. The cheeks on her porcelain-white face appeared tinged with a splash of pink. Her natural berry-red lips were turned up in a welcoming smile. “Grand Master.” She dipped a well-executed curtsy.

 

Fendrel’s healer was much different than the old crone he had anticipated. This woman was regal and beautiful. The gleam in her eyes was calm and comforting. He had a strange sensation, which made no sense at all, that he had known her for a long time. At ease with her, he allowed himself to relax and returned her open smile with one of his own.

 

“This is Ellyn of Brodgar,” said Fendrel. “She has been our healer for the last year. Our situation was grave. It was her healing skills that kept us alive. I would like you to accept her into our clan.”

 

The knuckles on Ellyn’s hand turned white from grasping her staff firmly. Her head whipped around at Fendrel.

 

Max observed, fascinated the elder was oblivious to the daggers the woman’s eyes flung at him. So, Fendrel hadn’t told her of his plan and if Max wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t pleased.

 

“Thank you, Fendrel,” said Ellyn. “Your request is a great honor. I will be your healer for as long as I am with you.” She turned to Max, her face serene. Her iron grip on the staff relaxed.

 

Fendrel sputtered.

 

“You are welcome into Fendrel’s clan for as long as you see fit to stay with us,” said Max. He was certain he saved Fendrel from getting his head bashed with the staff the woman carried. “Brodgar is in the Orkneys. You are far from home.”

 

“I go where I am needed.” Her voice was soft—her tone evasive.

 

Max gave her a benign smile. She was tall and graceful. Loose tendrils of curls softened her face. Dark lashes swept down against her cheekbone. She gazed at him with bright, intelligent eyes. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He sensed her trying to press in on his mind and blocked her attempt so fast she winced in pain. He’d made his point. She would not try that again.

 

“If you will excuse me.” She turned to leave. “I would like to look in on Dimia and the baby to make certain they’re settled in for the night,” she said to the new father.

 

“Of course, Ellyn. I will see you back to camp.” Fendrel approached the two men. “Thank you, Grand Master. Doward. We will see you tomorrow.” He and Ellyn went back down the small rise.

 

“Interesting girl,” remarked Doward after they were gone. “You didn’t have to be rough on her. She was only curious.” Doward chuckled.

 

Max stared after her.

 

She wasn’t at all what she seemed.

 

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Title KNIGHT OF RAPTURE

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Timeless Scribes

 

Book Blurb

He crossed the centuries to find her…

 

For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the right combination of runes to create the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is only the beginning of his quest. He arrives in the 21st century to find her memory of him erased, his legacy on the brink of destruction, and traces of dark magick at every turn.

 

A threat has followed…

 

Bran, the dark druid, is more determined than ever to get his revenge. His evil has spread across the centuries. Arik will lose all. Time is his weapon, and he’s made sure his plan leaves no one dear to Arik, in past or present, safe from the destruction.

 

But their enemy has overlooked the strongest magick of all…

 

Professor Rebeka Tyler is dealing with more than just a faulty memory. Ownership of Fayne Manor, her home, has been called into question. Convenient accidents begin happening putting those she cares for in the line of fire. And then there’s the unexpected arrival of a strange man dressed like he belonged in a medieval fair—a man who somehow is always around when needed, and always on her mind. She doesn’t know who to trust. But one thing is certain. Her family line and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall, not on her watch… in any century.

 

Excerpt

She took another step and past the stone marker.

 

The air chilled and the sky turned an array of colors. Everything around her began to swirl. She realized her mistake too late. The portal, she was in the portal.

 

Arik. Close to him now, she reached for him but her hand passed through the form. She examined her hand turning it over then spotted the shadow of the man.

 

An illusion?

 

The shadow turned towards her. She watched as the wind washed over his face and it changed. “Bran,” she whispered in disbelief. Her head swiveled while she searched for something, anything to grab on to. The portal had one use and she had no intention of leaving.

 

Get out, her brain shouted.

 

His lips twisted into a cynical sneer. He tilted his head in jaunty satisfaction, snapped his fingers and vanished.

 

“No,” she yelled. “Arik,” she closed her eyes and screamed in her head trying to mind touch him while the wind tore at her.

 

“Beka,” he boomed.

 

Her eyes snapped open. She shielded them from the dust and debris and stared at Arik on the other side of the opening. He stood at the high plateau, miles away. His hands were braced on the opening’s edges, which were nothing more than solid streams of whirling wind. He struggled to keep the portal from closing.

 

“Come.” His voice didn’t allow for any argument.

 

The wind whipped at her, pushed her back. She tried again. “I can’t. The wind. Keeps. Pushing. Me. Away.” She shoved her staff in front of her and anchored it in the ground. Against the gusting wind, pulled herself towards him.

 

“A little more, Beka.” He gripped the edge of the portal with one hand and stretched the other out to her. She shoved her hand towards him as far as she could. The tips of their fingers brushed. In a burst of effort he caught the top of her hand, a precarious hold. With a tight grasp she wrapped her fingers around his thumb.

 

Safe, she wasn’t far now.

 

She concentrated on his face. The corners of his mouth turned up as he pulled her towards safety. The wind grew stronger buffeting around them then changed its path.

 

Before she could brace herself for the new direction, the gust blasted them. Without a firm grip, her hand began to slip. She pushed through the building panic. His smile slipped. The expression on his face turned to determination. Again her hand slipped until he held her by her fingertips.

 

He held them fast—crushing them but that didn’t matter. He had to hold on to her. Every muscle strained. Inch by inch he brought her closer to him. She tried to help him the best way she could. Anchored to the edge of the portal, Arik encouraged her on. But his alternatives were limited. The closer she got to him, the stronger the gale blew. Just a little closer, that’s all she needed for Arik to grab her and get her out of the portal.

 

The wind exploded from another direction.

 

The blasting gale pushed her staff away from the opening, across the dirt, cutting an ugly scar in the ground and dragging her away with her staff.

 

Away from Arik.

 

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The Supernatural Pet Sitter series by @DianeMoatAuthor #fantasy #middlegrade #TuesdayBookBlog


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Not since Harry Potter, have I read an engrossing paranormal series for kids and adults. If you like all things Potter, give Pepper and the Supernatural Pet-Sitter series a try. You won’t regret it! – N. N. Light

 

Title: The Supernatural Pet Sitter: The Magic Thief (Book 1)

 

Author: Diane Moat

 

Genre: Middle Grade, Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Excerpt:

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

 

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

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

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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Supernatural Pet Sitter The Curse

 

Title The Supernatural Pet Sitter: The Curse (Book 2)

 

Author Diane Moat

 

Genre Middle Grade Adventure/Fantasy

 

Book Blurb

Pepper Neely is no stranger to dangerous situations. In The Supernatural Pet Sitter: The Magic Thief, the young gnome defeated an evil witch who was stealing magic from the Familiars that Pepper took care of. She wouldn’t have survived without the intervention of a pack of werewolves, who endured painful, fiery spells to save Pepper’s life.

 

Now Pepper is determined to repay the werewolves for their sacrifice, no matter what it takes. She decides to break the centuries-old curse that keeps them in wolf form. At first, she keeps her plans a secret, but it’s not long before Pepper realizes she will need all the help she can get to end this curse. Magic is everywhere as enemy witches cast dangerous spells to stop Pepper.

 
Pepper and her family must trust the local witches and work together with them to fend off the deadly spells, find the curse, and break it—before the hostile witches get the best of them.

 

Excerpt

Scattered around the room were seven women, including Momma Fran and Maggie. An older version of Maggie nodded to them. “Welcome, Neelys. As you know, I am Naomi, of the Samson coven. We have gathered in response to your request to meet. So without further delay, I invite you to speak.”

 

Here I go. Pepper wished she hadn’t eaten that sandwich a few minutes ago, as there was a fifty-percent chance she was about to throw it up, right here. She felt as if she had argued her case a thousand times. Hopefully this would be the last. She tried to think of the wolves as she took a deep breath around the lump in her throat.

 

Pepper stepped forward and began, “Thank you, Naomi of the Samson coven. I am Pepper Neely of the Neely gnomes. As you know, several months ago, a witch named Kale was caught stealing magic from Familiars. She was caught, in part, thanks to me and my brother, Jax. When she escaped, she came after me, Jax, and my friend, Luna, who is also a witch.” Keep reminding them Luna was saved also.

 

“Luna was nearly killed by Kale. But instead, three wolves attacked Kale, saving all three of us. The wolves took great risks in doing this, and they were set on fire several times, giving us time to get away. I know without a doubt that the wolves saved Luna, myself, and my brother. I have taken on a blood-debt to pay them back. As part—” Pepper didn’t get to finish before the witches started talking.

 

“What does that have to do with us?”

 

“The werewolves are our enemies; nothing will change that.”

 

“Do you even know what that means? How can your parents—”

 

“EXCUSE ME!” A male voice from behind Pepper cut through the chaos. It took Pepper a moment to realize it wasn’t her dad or brother. Everyone quieted instantly, looking behind the Neelys. The male voice continued, as a man stepped out into view. “I believe Ms. Neely wasn’t finished.”

 

Mr. O’Brien! The warlock had vanished after Kale had stolen the magic from from his Familiar, King Arthur. Pepper had thought he needed time to heal from his broken heart. He looked better than the last time she had seen him. He was still thin, but his face didn’t seem as drawn or haunted.

 

Mr. O’Brien continued. “I apologize for being late, but I believe my invitation was lost in the mail.”

 

 

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#BookReview – Champagne Boxed Book and Map Set by @peterliem #wine #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Champagne [Boxed Book & Map Set]: The Essential Guide to the Wines, Producers, and Terroirs of the Iconic Region

Author: Peter Liem

Genre: Food and Wine, Champagne, Wine

 

Book Blurb:

From the expert behind the top-rated resource ChampagneGuide.net comes this groundbreaking guide to the modern wines of Champagne–housed in a luxurious box set that includes a pullout tray with the only detailed wine maps of the region, for the first time ever appearing in an English language publication. 

Champagne is one of the most iconic, sought-after wines in the world, beloved by serious wine collectors as well as everyday wine drinkers. However, Champagne is also one of the most misunderstood wines out there–obscured by a multibillion-dollar marketing industry that makes it difficult for consumers to honestly judge value and understand what they’re drinking. Enter Champagne, a revolutionary new book from trusted authority Peter Liem.

 

Based on years of on-the-ground research and unprecedented access to actual Champagne growers, Champagne is the first book to actually describe producers and wines based on their terroir–enlightening readers by showing them exactly where, how, and by whom these great wines are made. A comprehensive buyer’s guide helps wine buyers navigate the sparkling wine aisle, and never-before-published maps of every vineyard in the region make this the definitive resource for any wine lover.

 

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My Review:

Champagne is one of the most complex, misunderstood and highly coveted wines in the world. Everyone, from the serious wine collector to the occasional imbiber, drinks champagne yet many of us wine drinkers haven’t a clue what makes a great champagne. Peter Liem, in my view and many others, is the number one authority on all things wine and he’s written the complete guide on champagne.

 

Starting with a history of champagne and the Champagne Region in France, Liem educates the reader without talking down to the reader. I learned so many things I never knew before. As a wine drinker and someone who has visited the Champagne Region in France, this book is a treasure-trove of information long since forgotten.

 

Liem then takes us on the ultimate tour through the region and describes in great detail what the differences in each vintage and how to choose the best wine you can afford. He intersperses excellent tips for wine drinkers of all budgets to buy, store and drink champagne. He also emphasises how champagne doesn’t need to be saved for special occasions. It can be enjoyed anytime.

 

As a wine connoisseur, I drank up this book and will be purchasing the hardcover for my permanent collection. The maps alone are worth the price of the hardcover. It also makes a great gift for the wine enthusiast in your life.

 

I can’t recommend this book enough, especially for those who love champagne.

 

Many thanks to Ten Speed Press and Netgalley for giving me an ARC in the hopes I’d review it.

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28813990-champagne

 

Author Biography:

PETER LIEM is an American wine writer and the author of ChampagneGuide.net. Following nearly a decade in the wine trade, he was a senior editor, critic, and tasting director for Wine & Spirits, and his writings on sherry, Champagne, and other wines have also appeared in publications such as The World of Fine WineThe Art of Eating, and The San Francisco Chronicle.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

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

What readers are have said…

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

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

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

Blurb:

Storm Lake… Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?

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

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

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

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

‘Cause there’s a lot of everything

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

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

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A Note From Livia:

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

A Sneak Peek:

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

I gawked.

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

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

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

Thank the gods.

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

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

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

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Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana where she gets her inspiration for hunks, storms and all things supernatural. She’s been a plant manager, professional singer, mail lady, salesperson and business owner and has stored up many quirky stories to share with her readers. Visit her website at https://liviaquinn.com   or sign up for her newsletter here http://eepurl.com/W94bb

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Meet Award-Winning Author @Rtranbooks as She Imparts #AmWriting Advice #IAN1 #TuesdayBookBlog


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It’s time for another author interview, this time from award-winning author R. Tran. I first met her a month or so ago. I was intrigued by her series and once I got to know her, I knew you’d love her, too. So grab your favorite beverage and sit down for an in-depth interview. She reveals odd writing habits, choosing character name and how to handle reviews, not to mention how cockroaches totally freak her out. Take it away, R. Tran: 

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I usually hand-write my manuscripts first. I read them at least two or three times editing as I go before they are typed. Even though it makes writing anywhere more practical it does make deciphering some notes and edits harder at a later point.

 

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

For my fantasy novels, I use both methods. If the character is important I try to find a name with a specific meaning. Mara for example appears in folklore as a goddess of death and also a demon. It seemed fitting based on where her goals laid at the beginning of the novel. Other characters like Kess got his name in the first draft because I liked the way it sounded and I couldn’t imagine him with any other name.

 

In my novel For Their Sins I had to research names from all over the world making sure that each fit with their country of origin or heritage. A name or two belonged to friends or family as well.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

I hold two degrees including a doctorate. I have a nice house and a good job. My first two published novels reviewed well and even received an award a piece. Yet, none of that compares to my family. My best accomplishment, by far, is my two daughters. They just turned 4 and 6 and I don’t know where my life would be without them.

 

Have you always liked to write?

No, there was a time I didn’t even want to read. I hated it. If there were cliff notes when I was in school I would have had a whole set. Book reports were like pulling teeth for me. Then one day a friend suggested I read A Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind. I thought she was joking; it was three inches thick. But, I fell in love with it and with reading again. Soon after my dad died. That same friend was writing a story that she let me read. I thought I could do that. It was better than therapy. Anything was better than therapy when you’re 16. So, I started writing and haven’t stopped since.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t be afraid to edit. Cut out dead weight so you can highlight the juicy bits. If it doesn’t do anything for the story or seems irrelevant, cut it.

 

Also get a beta reader or two or five before publishing. I had no idea what that was until about two months ago. My third novel was already advertised and out for pre-purchase on Amazon, it was too late for major changes. I lucked out and most of my problems seem to be small, but things could have gone horribly wrong.

 

Lastly, avoid “to be” verbs. They give a very passive tone to the writing. I think in writing that was the one thing that really stuck with me. My college English professor had a limit on how many we could use in a single essay and yes, she counted them. I’ve read other works that don’t follow this rule and what she said is true. ‘To be” verbs aren’t always necessary, well unless you’re Shakespeare.

 

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 all my reviews. I do not respond to them except to say thank you. Not everyone will like my book. It’s why I did not publish for so long. But, the reviewer not only read my book; they took that extra time that most readers don’t to tell others what they thought about it. I don’t always agree with what the reviewer says, but I try to see it from my reader’s perspective. Just because I intended something one way doesn’t mean that is how it was received. I try to learn from criticism; it’s the only way I will grow, learn, and do better on my next book.

 

What is your best marketing tip?

If you aren’t used to talking about yourself do so, and I mean now. You are you’re best salesman. I still have a hard time promoting myself in person, although I haven’t had any formal appearances or signings. Still, if some one sees me writing, I use that opportunity to promote myself. I still have a hard time working up the nerve.

 

If you have a Twitter account, pin a tweet promoting your book to the top of your feed. Anytime I look at new authors I want to follow or even help out by retweeting their books, I want to see that first without scrolling through a bunch of random tweets. If I don’t see one right away I give up.

 

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

The Rashade’ and A Guardian Falls combined is my first book. Originally they were written as one massive manuscript. I split it in two to make it more marketable. I prefer reading a long book. I am just getting into a book around 200 pages. However, I realize I am not the norm. So I followed general publishing consensus and split the book in two. The original manuscript was finished in 2002. Since then I have completed 5 more manuscripts and have 6 more in the works.

 

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

Currently I am working on Volume 3 and 4 in The Chronicles of the Coranydas series. I hope to have these published in February and July, 2018. I am also hoping to have the prequel to the same series ready for publication late next year. It will answer a lot of questions for those that read the series. Lastly I want to finish a manuscript that was inspired by the Exodus story in the Bible. That is, if I quit getting sidetracked by the sequel to For Their Sins.

 

And now for some more personal questions…

 

What is your biggest fear?

Cockroaches! I have an irrational fear of cockroaches. I know I am a thousand times bigger than them and all I have to do is step on them but they are gross. I see one and I jump. Even a dead one instills fear in me when my husband chases me with it or throws it at me.

 

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

I crossed a lot of them off before the girls were born. But I still want to ride a mechanical bull. I want to visit all 50 states. I want to see the ruins in Greece and Rome. Lastly, I want to ride as many famous and/or record setting roller coasters as I can.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a scar on my right thigh that I’ve had since I was three. I was climbing out of an old galvanized pool and cut it open on the rim that had rusted through.

 

I have another set on the front of my shin that is nearly faded now. I got those when I was 13 and Three Non-Blondes had the biggest hit on the radio. I was canoeing with one of my best friends and our canoe was rolled by a tree branch under the water. As another group of canoers pushed our boat free the front bolts of the canoe scraped long gashes in my leg.

 

I have my C-section scar from my youngest daughter. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

 

Lastly, I have a scar on the inside of my right pinky finger from a wine glass breaking in my hand this summer. Sorry no fun tale there, just good old-fashioned clumsiness.

 

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

I don’t have any recurring dreams now but when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter I did. I had very vivid dreams about zombies. Most of the time I was hunting them, but sometimes I was being chased. I would wake up occasionally still worried there were zombies lurking in my room.

 

 The Rashade award

 

Title: The Rashade’

Author: R.Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

After her father was murdered before her eyes, Mara Coranyda traded a life of privilege, for one devoted to vengeance. Shortly into her quest to find the mage that murdered him, Mara discovered it wouldn’t be an easy task to accomplish. Not only would she have to find the magical artifacts to destroy him, but she would also have to raise an army to stop his conquest of her homelands.

 

Excerpt:

From her roost in the tree, Mara had a clear view of the mouth of the pass. She bent her head in silent prayer as she had so many times before.

 

Mara jerked her head up as dry leaves crunched under a boot. A scout was in the clearing once again moving slowly. Shiny helmets followed. Soon, helmets became men and men became archers entering the clearing. Most of them didn’t have their bows strung. They talked and laughed as they marched unaware of what lie in wait. When the bulk of the archers entered the clearing, Mara shot the man in the lead. His bow fell off his shoulder as he hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sky was thick with arrows and men were falling with loud screams. Those with strung bows began firing blindly into the trees but died first because they were the biggest threat. Those who were bending bows were the next to fall. By now, the enemy cavalry were entering the clearing at a run, trying to get past the hidden archers slaying their comrades.

 

Mara whistled loudly for Bishop and the other riders to join her. She waited for Bishop to pass below her as he ran down the trail and jumped onto his back. Leandra and Valaska led the riders. Drawing her sword, Mara saw the enemy directly ahead. Their lines broke allowing enough room for the Shiori riders to slip among them.  At first sight of women, the men were undeterred, but after Leandra and Valaska got away unscathed after killing a man each, they began to turn their horses and fight.

 

Valaska took off a man’s head in one clean swing. The horse continued to run out of fear adding to the chaos. Mara whistled twice to halt the reign of arrows as Valaska neared the archer’s range. Many of the enemy cavalry still remained. Those who had not scattered into the woods, herded into a tight circle for safety using their small shields to block the arrows.

 

Mara entered the clearing, veering right to pick off stray men leaving the mass of horses for the Shiori to attack as a unit. An enemy soldier charged at her raising his sword to strike. She ducked and held her sword low to her side. Bone cracked as it hit its mark nearly slicing the man in half. Rushing ahead, she swung in a wide arc catching another man in the neck. He fell off his horse grasping his neck in a futile effort to stop the blood. An arrow whizzed past Mara’s left shoulder killing the soldier ahead. Effortlessly, she veered right for another man. He saw her, though, and swung wide. He missed her, but she took his arm. Closer to the pass she saw the end of cavalry and beginning of the infantry. Still, there was no sign of the mage.

 

Mara glanced at the clearing to watch the mass of horses and people in its center. They had to break apart the enemy without risking their own warriors. “Wayette, fire into the center!” she yelled, pointing with her sword. Somehow Wayette heard her over the noise and four arrows caught enemy soldiers off guard. Those men did not break until four more men fell trying to defend themselves from Shiori blades. Mara rushed a few stray men and killed them easily. Storm’s cry overhead signaled the mage’s arrival.

 

Mara rode hard back to the tree line to retrieve Wayette. The mage was already on the ground running to meet her. Mara pulled Wayette onto the horse behind her and headed back to the pass. Mara killed three men as they rode past and Wayette knocked another two away with her staff. When they reached the pass, Wayette sent up a large light spell to signal their own infantry. Within moments, heated shouts erupted from the woods as Shiori warriors rushed onto the battlefield. Mara and Wayette jumped off Bishop’s back and sent him to the woods.  “I’ve got your back until help arrives. Go on,” Mara told Wayette nodding to the mage.

 

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Author Biography:

I started writing as self prescribed therapy after my dad died when I was 16. As a teenager I was too scared to admit I was depressed so it was my coping mechanism. It took years before I got the courage to publish. In the years between writing was my relaxation whether I finished the stories or not. I had to get them down before I forgot.

 

Twenty years later I have, two degrees, three published books, a husband who loves me, two little girls I adore and a spoiled dog.

 

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


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Title: Cowgirl, Unexpectedly

Author: Vicki Tharp

Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Western Romance/ Military Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

      “You have to be able to ride.”

 

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

 

      “And shoot,” the foreman added.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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The Ghost Chronicles Series by @MarloBerliner is Haunting! #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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TITLE:

THE GHOST CHRONICLES, Book 1

 

AUTHOR:

Marlo Berliner

 

GENRE:

Upper YA Paranormal with Adult Crossover Appeal

 

PUBLISHER:

Teddy Blue Books

 

 

BOOK BLURB: 

Can Michael get to heaven before the devil gets him first, and if it means leaving Sarah is he sure he still wants to go?

Michael Andrews had everything – a loving family, a great girlfriend and a promising basketball career. That was before the accident that took his life. Now, he’s a ghost, wandering among the living, struggling to understand why he’s stuck. All he wants is to move on.

 

That is until he meets Sarah, an attractive young girl who died just as tragically as he did. The only trouble is falling in love and binding oneself to another soul is forbidden, for it may keep one or both of the souls bound to earth for longer than they should be.

To make matters worse, there’s also a danger in going too far with Sarah, because the “joining” of two souls in the afterlife is also strictly forbidden and they don’t know what will happen if they do go that far. Each time they touch they can feel the boundaries of their energies slipping perilously into one another.

Things get even more complicated as Michael learns he’s being pursued. Demons are after him because he’s a marked soul, a soul the devil wants very badly for some unknown reason.

So, maybe falling in love in the afterlife isn’t such a good idea.

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

In a quiet voice, she asked, “Did you love that girl?”

 

He needed to be truthful. “I thought so at the time.”

 

“And now?” Her eyes betrayed her hopefulness.

 

Stepping closer to her, he said, “Things have changed…in more ways than one. I really missed you.”

 

“I missed you, too,” she said in a whisper. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me…or maybe moved on.”

 

“I could never forget you, Sarah.” He stared at her lips, longing to kiss her.

 

She met his gaze and a light flickered in her own eyes.

 

Instinctively, they leaned closer to one another. As the distance between them dwindled, Michael felt that magnetic pull taking over once again. He brushed one hand gently on her cheek, sliding his other arm around her waist. Slowly, he pulled her close.

 

Everywhere their spirit bodies touched was instantly electrified with an amazing tingling sensation and warmth. He could tell by her reaction she felt it too.

 

Now for the moment of truth. He let his lips brush lightly against hers. As before, a pleasurable tingling passed between them. Sarah closed her eyes in a silent surrender and he pressed his lips to hers. Hot and intense, the kiss was better than any he’d ever had. For an immeasurable breadth of time he kissed her, savoring the heat, his mouth moving hungrily over hers.

 

To be warm again, to tingle again, to feel again, these sensations were so familiar, yet already so forgotten.

 

 

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Amazon –
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Walmart –

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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY:

Marlo Berliner is the award-winning author of THE GHOST CHRONICLES, her debut book which was released in November 2015 to critical acclaim. The book won the 2016 NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book, was named a FINALIST in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Young Adult Fiction, received the Literary Classics Seal of Approval, and was awarded a B.R.A.G. Medallion. Marlo is represented by Eric Ruben of the Ruben Agency and she writes young adult, women’s fiction, and short stories. Marlo is also a freelance editor with Chimera Editing. Her second book, THE GHOST CHRONICLES BOOK 2, will be released in August 2017.
When she’s not writing or editing, Marlo loves reading, relaxing at the beach, watching movies, and rooting for the Penn State Nittany Lions. After having spent some wonderful time in Pittsburgh and Houston, she’s now back in her home state of New Jersey where she resides with her husband, two sons, and a rambunctious puppy named Max.

 

 

You can find more information about Marlo here:

Website: www.marloberliner.com

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Marlo-Berliner/e/B017EVF4AS
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarloBerliner
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TITLE:

THE GHOST CHRONICLES, Book 2

 

AUTHOR:

Marlo Berliner

 

GENRE:

Upper YA Paranormal with Adult Crossover Appeal

 

PUBLISHER:

Teddy Blue Books

 

 

BOOK BLURB: 

What’s there to fear if you’re already dead?
Plenty.
Michael and Sarah now know for certain,
there is a destination after death.
They also know they better find their way out of the afterlife fast,
before the devil claims Michael’s soul.
What they don’t know?
Before they can get to heaven…they may just have to go through hell.

 

EXCERPT:

 

Michael turned to her to say something funny, but the antique clock on the sidewalk in front of the gift shop suddenly chimed midnight. As usual, time had once again moved forward at some wickedly irrational pace.

 

The wind had picked up and snow was lightly falling again, straight through both of them. He took Sarah’s hand and let the swirling wind direct him, spinning Sarah around the wrought-iron clock as if they were ballroom dancing to music only he could hear in his mind.

 

Or so he thought.

 

Until Sarah started humming the same tune along with him.

 

He hadn’t even realized it, but his mind must’ve been projecting the music, so he picked up the tempo now, humming louder. It took a moment before he could recall the name of the tune, but then he recognized the song as The Blue Danube, a famous waltz by Johann Strauss II. At least I remembered something from middle school music classes, he thought with amusement.

 

He twirled her around again with a big flourish, and then dipped her in his arms before finally yanking her up into a tight embrace. A swirl of snowflakes danced softly around and through her wavy, red hair. Aroused by the warmth of her aura, he pulled her even closer to his chest, as spectral butterflies sprang to life in his stomach.

 

This was the kind of romantic moment any man, dead or alive, would remember forever. A thread of magic that would become stitched inside of a freeze frame of memory.

 

His fingers strayed across her cheek, relishing the softness of her ghostly skin. For a moment, her big, beautiful eyes held him spellbound. He could swear each time he looked into them they reflected an even deeper, more entrancing shade of green. “Merry Christmas, Sarah.”

 

She leaned into him and whispered tenderly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

 

He let himself go, placing his mouth desperately over hers, losing himself in the heat and passion of her kiss. As far as he was concerned there was nothing else on this earth, nothing else in this universe, except her lips and this moment in time.

 

 

BUY LINKS

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Mud Run Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry #books #cozycomedy #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title:  MUD RUN MURDER

Author: Leslie Langtry

Genre:  Cozy Comedy

Publisher:  Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb: 

Ex-CIA Agent turned small town Girl Scout leader, Merry Wrath, thinks she has her hands full getting her troop ready for the Mud Run out at scout camp. But a trip to the movies, where she sees her whole career played out on the big screen, turns her focus from little girls to great big lies. Turns out her former handler, Riley, is hiding something and the Agency is on the warpath, thinking Merry has leaked classified intel.

 
From a bizarre organization called Coats for Cats to redecorating her guest room with bullet holes, her life is turning into a Merry-go-round of misdirection, miscreants and misdemeanors. Can she clear her name, or will the Mud Run turn into a run for her life?

 

Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE

 

If you ever are given a choice between defending yourself against two hit men in a back alley in Qatar, armed only with a wire coat hanger (don’t ask), and giving a pill to a cat, I’d suggest you go with the former. And I’m speaking from experience. In both situations.

 

Philby, my Hitler-doppelganger cat, could keep her mouth closed as tightly as two steel rods fused together and doused with water in Antarctica. It turned out that she didn’t like pills. Unfortunately for her, the slipped disc in her back wouldn’t stop shooting pain up her spine until she took them.

 

Maybe I should have tried Kevlar oven mitts? The cat hadn’t bitten me yet, but she was struggling like a pissed-off feline on speed.

 

“I’m doing this for your own good,” I insisted through gritted teeth.

 

The vet had suggested (while suppressing hysterical laughter) wrapping her tightly in a towel with only her face exposed. I’d done that, but all I got was an angry cat burrito whose lips refused to budge. I tried to figure out a way to hold the beast and pry her lips open. Once you got past the lips, there was a whole new litany of problems, including having to deal with the tiny, interlocking teeth, inserting the pill, and getting her to swallow the damn thing. This venture made the planning of D-day look like a walk in the park. A literal walk in the park.

 

“Philby! You won’t get better if you don’t take this! The vet said this stuff will relax your muscles, allowing the disc to slip back into place!”

 

Have you ever tried reasoning with a cat? In my career in the CIA, I’d had to reason with a Belgian nudist wielding a meat cleaver, a paranoid Mexican drug lord who’d had way too much LSD and believed he was a sloth, and a very hostile nun in Chile brandishing knitting needles. None of them were this stubborn. Well, that’s not entirely true. The nun was behaving like a toddler throwing a tantrum. But that wasn’t the point.

 

I tucked Philby, still wrapped in a towel, under my left arm. Bracing against the counter for the illusion of some semblance of support, I held the upper jaw in my left hand and the lower jaw in my right and squeezed. The lips parted with a juicy smack, but the teeth wouldn’t give.

 

An idea popped into my head. While still struggling with the cat in the towel, I said the one word that would open her mouth. A name that usually sent her into a vicious hissing spree and, most of the time, ended with her on her side, helpless and spent.

 

“Bobb,” I said directly to her. I even went the extra mile and pronounced the second b. She didn’t like the name because a guy named Bobb once tried to kill her. I couldn’t blame the cat.

 

Philby hissed, and I wedged my fingers between her teeth. Using my left index finger, I shoved the pill into her mouth and then slammed it shut and held it closed.

 

“What are you doing?” Rex appeared behind me. He must’ve used his key to get in.

 

“Great timing,” I said as my cat squirmed, hissing in my arms. “A few moments earlier, and you could’ve helped.”

 

“Why is Philby foaming at the mouth?” he asked.

 

Philby was foaming at the mouth. Really foaming. She looked like a rabid feline dictator who’d just swallowed saliva-activated bubble bath.

 

“Oh crap,” I said as I leaned forward and blew into her face.

 

The cat’s eyes grew wide, but she swallowed. I don’t know why that worked. The vet had suggested it. I can tell you that if anyone held my face shut and blew on it, swallowing wouldn’t be the first thing to pop into my head.

 

“It’s tramadol,” I explained as I unwrapped my furious cat. “If he holds it in his mouth and doesn’t swallow it foams up.” I ran the towel over her mouth. “Which is kind of a bizarre side effect, if you ask me.”

 

Philby gave me a death stare that in her mind probably paralyzed me with fear, but in reality made me wonder what Rex was doing over here. The hunky detective (who was also my boyfriend) lived directly across the street from me.

 

“Why are you here?” I tossed the towel on the counter and scooped up Martini—Philby’s kitten who looked a lot like Elvis. She still loved me. Hmm…I’d have to sleep with one eye open tonight. Philby was probably plotting something.

 

“We have a date.” Rex kissed me on the forehead.

 

“Oh wow! I totally forgot.” And I had, but I was going to blame my evil, non-pill-swallowing cat for that.

 

“Pizza’s on its way,” Rex said over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

 

“I’ll be there in a few!” I shouted, but the door had already closed behind him.

 

Why had I forgotten about our date? It was Friday, and on Friday nights we always had pizza and rented a movie. Sometimes I took the cats, and my awesome boyfriend even had a litter box and food for them.

 

Martini suddenly decided I was evil. She hissed at me as she jumped down to the floor and, with her head held high, trotted off down the hallway to find her injured mother. So I was guessing the felines wouldn’t be joining us tonight.

 

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Leslie Langtry

 

Author Biography:

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

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

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

 

 

Social Media Links:

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


 

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

 

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

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

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

 

What is your current state of mind?

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

 

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

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

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

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

 

What is your most treasured possession?

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

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

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

 

What is your favorite occupation?

No contest. My favorite occupation is author.

 

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Title: Happily Ever After

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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Idiot’s Tale by Anthony Land is Brilliantly Written! #thriller #mystery #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Idiot’s Tale: It’s always darkest just before the end

Author: Anthony Land

Genre: Suspense, Thriller, Fiction Noir, Private Detective Noir

 

Book Blurb:

Your name is John Rainwater. You’re an aging and penniless private investigator. You may have killed someone. You and your client are up to your necks in something terrifying. The female spy who is supposed to be keeping you alive may be insane. And tomorrow things could get really bad.

It began when the rich and beautiful Morgana Trehane burst into your low-rent office near the New Orleans docks, claiming that she has just escaped from kidnappers who grilled her about something called White Stone, which may be the realization of the ancient dream of turning base metal into gold.

Within 24 hours you and your client are in Miami, with ex-Mossad agent Roni Miller – the most violent woman you ever met – guiding you through a tangle of lies, greed, and deadly peril. What you are pursuing isn’t just the promise of endless wealth, but a device that could set off the most terrible war in human history.

You are vastly out of your depth, the body count is rising, and all you know for certain is that if this operation you’ve stumbled into fails, you, the lovely Morgana, and everyone else involved will end up in unmarked graves so that people in power can deny that it ever existed.

Idiot’s Tale is unlike any thriller you’ve read, careening between mordant humor and nihilistic darkness, on its way to an ending that will haunt you for a long time.

If you’re a fan of fast-paced, smart thrillers with a very dark edge, you should read Idiot’s Tale. Go ahead. We dare you!

 

My Review:

This was a great read.

 

The tale of Dr. Rainwater and Morgana was a page turner that I couldn’t wait to continue.  I love the intellectual aspect to the gritty PI and many of the lines will resonate with me, going forward.  The least of which was ‘Figjam’. Do not Google a definition in front of children or people with mild constitutions.

 

Warning: I must warn the reader that there are scenes and descriptions of graphic violent torture that could offend.  I did find it hard to eat lunch and read them but I am a trooper.

 

I found the ending was not satisfying but this was a stand-alone book and it seems pretty certain that there won’t be a sequel.  I loved the book, would be happy to get a hardcover/paperback so I could keep it on my mystery shelf.

 

One last point, I have read or watched hundreds of mysteries and didn’t know what was going on here.  Brilliantly written.  Recommended to every fan of Fiction Noir.  A spectacular private eye book worth the time and money.  Buy this book.

 

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Idiots-Tale-always-darkest-before-ebook/dp/B00BE9F420

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Idiots-Tale-always-darkest-before-ebook/dp/B00BE9F420

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Idiots-Tale-always-darkest-before-ebook/dp/B00BE9F420

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27805973-idiot-s-tale

 

Anthony Land

 

Author Biography:

I’ve made my living as a writer since I was 18 years old. In the process of becoming one hell of a lot older, I’ve been a newspaperman, wire service reporter, television journalist, advertising man, medical writer, marketer, public relations adviser and ghostwriter.

 

While I’m of the school that holds that no author should be analyzed beyond what he or she chooses to publish, I will admit to being a non-believing summa cum laude graduate in philosophy from a Jesuit university who, in the course of a somewhat adventurous life, has seen more of the dark side of humankind than he might have wished and contributed more to its absurdity than he intended

 

I am very interested in the reaction of readers to what I have written, and hope you will see fit to share your impressions of IDIOT’S TALE, NIKA and my most recent novel, THE BANSHEES, either as formal reviews, on this forum or with me personally at anthonyland03@gmail.com .

 

Social Media Links:

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Reviewed by: Mr. N

 

Viable Threat by @JulieRoweAuthor is a Sizzling #RomanticSuspense #bookreview #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Viable Threat

Author: Julie Rowe

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

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.

 

My Review:

Special Forces soldier and medic River “just call me River ma’am” gets a call from the head of the CDC (Center for Disease Control) to come at once to a local hospital. There’s an outbreak of some deadly disease and she commands him to watch over Dr. Ava Lloyd, a microbiologist. He’s armed and ready for anything but one minute in Dr. Floyd’s presence and he’s smitten. She’s hot and smart… a total turn-on.

 

Ava has seen her share of outbreaks but this one doesn’t respond to any antibodies and those who’re responsible are a mystery. It’s chemically altered and as the bodies pile up, every agency from the CDC to Homeland Security is on the case. Is it a terrorist attack or something deadlier? Working with River sets her body aflame but she promised herself she’d never trust her heart to a soldier again. Can he be trusted or is it just a fling?

 

I’m a huge fan of Julie Rowe and this is her best book yet! The stakes couldn’t be higher and the attraction between River and Ava set my tablet aflame. You wouldn’t think that being blown up a few times while wearing hazmat suits would be sexy but you’d be wrong. The action scenes were intense and there were times when I was afraid Ava or River might die. There’s plenty of romance, although since many lives are at stake, Ava and River take it whenever and wherever they can. I connected with both Ava and River immediately and almost cried when it ended. I wanted more!

 

Ripped from the headlines, Viable Threat is an adrenaline-rushing romantic suspense and a must read! The ending left it open for a sequel so I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Ava. I loved how brilliant she is (hello microbiologist) while being tough as nails and yet, there’s a vulnerability when it comes to the opposite sex and love. She’s all business when she first meets River and bristles at his nickname for her. But the more they work together, her walls come down and we catch a glimpse of the real woman underneath.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Entangled Publishing
iBooks
Kobo
Amazon Kindle USA
Paperback at Amazon USA
Amazon Kindle Canada
Paperback at Amazon Canada

 

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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

 

Social Media Links:

www.julieroweauthor.com

Twitter: @julieroweauthor

www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

If You Liked #WonderWoman, You’ll Love Princess of the Light! #books #superhero #IARTG #ASMSG


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Wonder Woman movie premiered over the weekend and women everywhere were inspired. Little girls came out of the movie theatres fired up and posing like Wonder Woman while grown women’s faces lit with an inner light I haven’t seen since Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered on television back in the 1990’s. Women are clamoring for strong, female superheroes and it’s about time Hollywood responds.

 

Three years ago, we published Princess of the Light. Mary is just your everyday woman working in a bookstore, living her life, until archangel Gabriel announces she’s the Princess of the Light. Her purpose is to be the champion for the downtrodden and helpless. Sounds familiar, right?

 

We know we’re biased but we think fans of Wonder Woman will also love Princess of the Light. Here’s where you can buy your copy:

Free on Kindle Unlimited

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

Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5008419

Goodreads:

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

 

Here’s the description:

 

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

 

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?

 

Here’s a scene to whet your appetite:

I had almost reached the pathway when I felt an ice-cold hand push me hard from behind. Falling forward and losing my footing, I put my arms forward to brace my fall. I landed with a thud and had scraped my hands and knees.

A sinister laugh from behind sent a chill down my spine.

I dusted myself off, stood up quickly and whirled to see the same hooded man that I saw earlier. Fear danced across my heart but I stood my ground.

The hooded man walked in a circle around me, all the while laughing in his low evil tone. This must be what a dying animal feels like when a vulture shows up before the life has actually slipped away.

Little girl, just what do you think you are doing?” My fear quickly changed to annoyance. This was the second time he called me little girl.

I’m a woman, not a little girl. I spent my whole life being told by far too many people that I was a girl and couldn’t do this or that. I had proved them all wrong, and now this evil… whatever he was, would be no different. I cocked my head to one side and said icily, “I am walking, sir. What are you doing, trying to make me dizzy?”

The hooded man stopped, raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

“I told you to leave him be,” He continued while I had his attention. “I made myself perfectly clear that you are to stay away.”

I mockingly raised an eyebrow in return and smiled to myself. He seemed perturbed that his glaring wasn’t working on me. I would use that to my advantage while I still had my wits about me.

“Do you make it a habit of pushing little girls around?” I sarcastically emphasized the disrespectful word choice. I wanted to egg him on and get him to reveal his true purpose.

It worked.

His brow furrowed as if he was trying to decide what to say or do next. “I push a lot of people around. I’m a demon, little girl.” He leered at me. No joke. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I realized I had known that somewhere deep down from the first moment I noticed him.

“What’s your point? That you are a meaner, uglier class of bully?” I liked where this was going. If I used my senses, I could know his move before he made it. I guess my mother was right about the years of experience I had gotten from the debate club—I really could banter with the best of them.

“Now, listen here, we’re getting off-track.” He took a step closer. “Stay away from my mark! You don’t understand a thing. You think you’re the Princess… whatever that means.” He curled his lip and snarled.

“Who is your mark, that nice homeless man?” I pointed to in the direction of the trees and took a step closer. “Be very careful, demon. It’s not my name you should fear, but that of who gives me strength.” My voice was suddenly powerful and he took a step back.

“Yes. That Walking Man belongs to me and you’re interfering.”

I thought back to how the Light and darkness seemed to ebb and surge within André earlier. I still had a lot to learn, but I knew instinctively that a person’s soul was the true battleground of good and evil.

This man—the creature—in front of me was evil. Just as sure as I was of that, I was sure that I was, in fact, the Princess of the Light.

Light versus darkness… and André’s soul was the one at stake, not just mine.

“I’m where I’m supposed to be, according to the Light.” I stared him down. “He does not belong to you or me. This is the true battle.” I paused. “So, do you feel lucky?” I silently chuckled at the iconic Hollywood line. He didn’t seem to make the connection.

He shook his head and smirked. “Mary, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just trying to help you understand.” His silky voice tickled my ears but I wasn’t fooled by his attempt.

Maybe if I play along, he would reveal more, I reasoned and nodded for him to continue.

“There are things that you don’t know about your power and what’s in store.” He coyly looked at me like he was sharing a secret. “We’re actually on the same team. I’m just trying to help him see his error of the path he has chosen and to correct him.”

I saw right through his seduction and saw he wanted to deceive me. “So, let me get this straight… you’re not fighting me but you’re part of the Light? Is that it?”

His smile faltered, but he nodded anyway. “We’re on the same team, trying to help this poor man.”

“Well, then I think it’s time we prayed for him. Don’t you think?” I grinned as the hooded man paled. I sensed his fear and felt certain that the one thing demons could not do was pray. Praying would mean either giving in to the Light or, at the very least, having to face it. Since, they fear the Light most of all, I couldn’t see how that would be a viable option if he wasn’t telling the truth about his intentions.

Just as I expected, his smile disappeared as he realized I saw through him. His black eyes flashed with anger. “You think you have bested me, little girl. Not quite.”

He raised his arm with his palm aimed at me and spoke in what could only have been ancient language—Aramaic?

My eyes widened as a whirlwind of black smoke or dust flew out of his palm. So enamored with the sight, I almost didn’t realize it was headed straight for me. Without thinking, I lifted my palm to block the swirling vortex. Purple arrows flew out of my palm and destroyed the tornado.

Cool, I thought. I had destroyed whatever it was and glared at the hooded man. He was frozen as his—whatever it was—disappeared.

“Is that the best you’ve got for me, little evil boy?” I said, playing on his own mocking word choice. Then, I raised both of my palms in a defensive stance.

“You will regret this day, girl!” He lifted both arms up and began chanting again.

I took the opportunity to see if I could best him. The Light didn’t need incantations—its power was in its own source. I lifted my head and commanded, “Light, teach this evil little boy who I am!” Bolts of purple light immediately flew out of my palms and shot through the hooded man like swords of Light.

The hooded man screamed in pure agony and dropped his arms. He clutched at his stomach and tried to pull out the bolts of Light. As his hands touched the Light, they disintegrated into black dust. He screamed louder and louder until he was nothing but dust himself.

I looked on with near-disbelief as the Light had vaporized him. Yet, I could still sense him nearby and said with confidence, “Score one for the little girl.” I laughed and added as much for my benefit as for his, “That was lesson one.”

 

Here’s the cover:

 

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Here’s some info about us:

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.

Sign up for their author newsletter and get exclusive content and prizes (like an Amazon $5 gift card every month to one lucky subscriber): ow.ly/jWec308TabL 

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

50% of the proceeds of Princess of the Light go directly to food banks (US and Canada) in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With only 7,500 books sold, N. N. Light will be able to set up a monthly endowment for the local food bank.

They’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

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Every Couple Deserves a… Happily Ever After by @RuthACasie #romance #bookreview #MFRWAuthor


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Title: Happily Ever After

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

My Review:

Part One – Beth Holmes is a bestselling romance author but when she responds to a nasty review, her sales plummet and she’s left wondering if she’s sealed her fate. Her agent convinces her to attend a book signing in Havenport but when she discovers a rival author is also attending, she wonders if she should just throw in the towel. A chance meeting with a handsome man reignites Beth’s creativity and she writes through the night. But when she discovers who her mystery man is, will Beth leave or take a chance on being a romantic heroine in her own romance? I loved part one! As an author, myself, I could relate to Beth’s feelings on a bad review and the crossroads she appears to be facing. Her witty inner dialogue made me laugh a few times. Jarred is swoon-worthy for sure. The romance was sweet yet toe-curling. The conflict becomes clear and Beth’s reaction was honest. Love the humorous play on Holmes and Watson.

 

Part Two – Beth and Jarred are back in Havenport, only it’s far more dangerous than either of them realizes. They made the decision to collaborate last Christmas but it’s more difficult than they thought. Every time Jarred sends her notes, Beth cringes with self-doubt. She needs to confess her feelings to him before it pulls them apart. But that’s the least of their issues when Beth accidentally stumbles upon a criminal plot in the least-likely place. Can Jarred protect her or will he be too late? A beautifully written romantic suspense by Casie and it only made me love this couple more. Casie kicks up the adrenaline at just the right spots and has a talent for romantic suspense. Well done!

 

Part Three – Beth and Jarred are tying the knot and plans quickly go awry. They’re trying to finish their latest book days before the wedding. Their families are interfering with the wedding plans and all Beth and Jarred want to do is escape. Nothing is going according to their wishes, not even the bachelor party. Jarred sees Beth’s stress brimming over and decides to take matters into his own hands. All he wants is to spend the rest of his life with Beth, to give her the Happily Ever After she deserves, but is it too much to ask? Beth and Jarred are my new favorite romantic couple and their love story is honest and true. Life gets in the way, sometimes, and it’s what you do with it that matters. Beth and Jarred compliment each other and their romance makes you believe that happily ever after can happen to us all. Best Casie book to date!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Beth Holmes. Beth is a best-selling author who’s still reeling from a horrible review and the last place she wants to be is at a book signing with her nemesis. I loved her sense of humor, her honesty and her toe-curling kisses with her sexy rescuer. I laughed, I swooned, it was irresistible.

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon/Kindle: http://a.co/8DGxCzf

iBook: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/happily-ever-after/id1231892165?mt=11

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/happily-ever-after-69

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

Social Media Links:

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Email:  mailto:ruth@ruthacasie.com

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Horror Unearthed! Hounds of Dracula by Ken Johnson #bookreview #Netflix #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: The Hounds of Dracula

Author: Ken Johnson

Genre: Horror

 

Book Blurb:

Horror unearthed!

 

An ancient crypt in Transylvania lies freshly opened.

 

A monstrous creature and its master move through the night.

 

The fangs of the evil past are bared for a new generation of victims …

 

… as the most terrifying of all curses comes forth to claim not only man but beast for the legion of the undead.

 

My Review:

A fun quick vampire novel.  It has the lore down perfectly and the vampires and their vampire dogs are like vampires are meant to be – sunlight will kill them.  A fast read with lots of thrills and chills.  A slightly predictable but fun book.

 

Worth the effort to source a copy out of a used book shop.  Especially for fans of both traditional vampires and fans of Cujo.  If you think that dog is scary, wait ‘til you face a vampire dog!

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

Buy it now:

It’s out of print but you can find it from sellers online and possibly in second-hand book stores.

 

The movie, Zoltan, Hounds of Dracula, is based on this book and available on Netflix.

 

Reviewed by: Mr. N

 

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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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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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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