“Is it too late for second chances?” The Rebel’s Redemption by @JacqBiggar #romanticsuspense


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Title: The Rebel’s Redemption (Book 2 Wounded Hearts Series)

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

Is it too late for second chances?

 

Jared Martin left Tidal Falls a hotheaded youth. Eight years in the military has turned him into a cynical, disillusioned man.

 

Then he returns home to find out he’s a father.

 

When an old enemy follows and causes mayhem in the small town, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s always loved and the child he never knew?

 

Or is it be too late for them to have a second chance?

 

Excerpt:

Jared’s world narrowed down to the little black barrel of the gun pointed at his chest. Funny, in all the years of being in the SEAL teams he’d never been in this situation. Not to say he hadn’t dodged his share of bullets. It’s just they’d always erupted like a hailstorm, out of nowhere. This was somewhere. The back alley of his mother’s freaking café in freaking America to be exact. What the hell?

 

If he wasn’t so pissed off at himself for getting into this situation, he might have laughed. Eight years overseas off and on, and he was going to get shot in his own backyard. How’s that for ironic?

 

“Look man, why don’t we talk about this?” Jared forced his gaze to focus on Sergei’s steely gaze instead of the muzzle of the semi-automatic.

 

“The time for talk is past,” the Russian said. “You ignored my advice and instead made a fool out of me with that stupid trick you performed.”

 

“Advice? You call beating the livin’ shit out of me, advice?” Jared ground his teeth together, and fought to keep a level tone. “You can’t blame a guy for wanting to retaliate.” A crash by the garbage caused both men to crouch into a fight stance. A tabby cat raced away. Jared straightened, his heart knocking against his ribcage, as desperate to escape this mess as the animal. He needed to defuse the situation before someone came upon them; please God not his mom.

 

“Okay, you’re right. I shouldn’t have set off alarms or caused those slots to pay out. But seriously dude, you can’t go around acting all KGB, we’re in the good old USA now.” Jared kept a careful eye on the guy’s trigger finger and cursed his loose tongue. What part of defuse couldn’t he figure out?

 

Sergei tipped his felt hat back on his bald head like an old time gunslinger. His hand holding the gun never wavered. “You have big mouth.”

 

Yeah, I’ve heard that a time or ten.

 

“Why don’t we handle this like two adults? I’ll call your boss, tell him I screwed up and it’ll never happen again…” There was no doubt on that, if he ever went near a casino again he’d kick his own ass. “And then you can go back to ruling your little kingdom far, far, away.”

 

Click.

 

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Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

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

 

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

 

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Charlie’s Family Secret Omnibus Edition by @CharJGordon #books #womensfiction


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Title: Charlie’s Family Secret Omnibus Edition

Author: Charmaine Gordon

Genre: Romance/Suspense

Publisher: Vanilla Heart

 

Book Blurb:

3 Charmaine Gordon Novels in 1 Volume!

Reconstructing Charlie
Charlie Costigan has a secret. Home life gone from bad to the worst when she protects her mother from another vicious attack by her drunken father. Midnight. Clothes thrown into an old suitcase, she races for the bus with a letter to an unknown aunt and uncle. “This is my daughter. Embrace her as if she were your own.” Determined, Charlie begins again. Alone with her secret.

Sin of Omission
A twist of fate intervenes when Shelley keeps a secret that threatens to break apart the Costigans and her future. A mysterious client, Deanna Rose, enters Haven, victim of a savage beating under strange circumstances. Shelley investigates and finds Ms. Rose has an unsavory past. With the reputation and safety of Haven at stake, Shelley is at risk to lose everything and everyone she cares about.

The Catch
Tom Donnelly, once known as The Catch – every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes just how far he’s fallen, and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends – and maybe even find the right woman this time.

 

Excerpt:

“I need you, Jimmy Costigan”

Words he’d heard since childhood chilled him. Not again. Oh please, not again.

Strong hands gripped the tall cowboy and spun him around and he wasn’t an easy man to spin. In high heels, Shelley Jackson faced him eye to eye,

“Just when I was makin’ a clean getaway,” he said. “Whatcha need now?”

“You. I’m alone with hostage survivors and no one to help me.”

“Hostage?”

“Didn’t your sister tell you or maybe you weren’t listening.”

“Whoa.” He held up a calloused hand. “What happened?”

“How are you with small children?”

A profound pain hit him in the gut. “The best,” he said.

“Great. see if they’ll confide in you.”

 

Giveaway:

One commenter will win an e-copy of Sin of Omission. All you have to do is answer this question:

 

What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when seeing this title: Sin of Omission? Creativity encouraged.

 

Open Internationally. Comment below from May 24 – May 29. Winner will be picked by Charmaine Gordon on May 30th and the winner will be contacted via email.  

 

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Author Biography:

I write books about women who Survive and thrive. My motto is take one step forward and leave your past behind to begin again; a lesson learned from the loss of my first love.

While working as an actor for many years, I didn’t realize I’d become a sponge soaking up dialogue, setting, and direction from Mike Nichols, Harrison For, Anthony Hopkins and more of the best. I even had one day on Saturday Night Live with Robin Williams. When the sweet time ended because I lost my voice, creative juices flowed and I began to write.

 

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


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Title     Escape from Behruz

Author    Judy Meadows

Genre     Contemporary Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

Help Me Name a Character: Win a Prize:

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

 

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

 

There’s no “right” answer. The drawing will be random among those who “like” my Facebook page and leave a comment. https://www.facebook.com/Judy-Meadows-Romance-Writer-1556763401023522/?fref=hovercard

 

 

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Author Biography

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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A Man With a Pure Heart by Linda Tillis @Linda34434 Spotlight #historicalromance #TWRP


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Title: A Man With A Pure Heart

Author: Linda Tillis

Genre: Historical Romance/Inspirational

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

“Samuel Hinton learned at the tender age of fifteen just how violent some men could be. But now, in 1910, as he investigates the murder of a schoolteacher, even he is shocked by the brutality.

 

Kathleen Campbell travels to rural Florida to seek justice for her sister’s death. What she finds is an instant and unexpected attraction to the handsome Investigator who swears he will find the killer.

 

As another murder fills Samuel with a sense of urgency, he struggles with the depth of his feelings for Kathleen, the conflict of knowing he intends to kill the man he seeks, and how that killing will clash with his own Christian beliefs.”

 

Excerpt:

Hamish lay in the back corner of the windowless building. His head was at an odd angle, and there was a look of surprise on his tired, old face.  Samuel held the lantern high and searched the floor. It was not terribly dusty and there had been at least two people inside since the killer had left.  He was unable to distinguish any shoe or boot marks, or moccasins, for that matter. He squatted by Hamish and set the lantern on the floor. He spotted a sliver of something white under the body. Samuel gently rolled Hamish to his side and extracted a piece of crushed paper from under him. He turned it over and immediately recognized Edith’s flyer.

 

“So, old man,” Samuel whispered, “you tried to warn him.”

 

Samuel gently closed Hamish’s clouded, green eyes. He hesitated, his palm resting on the old man’s forehead.

 

He whispered, “Hamish, Hamish, you should have told me. What can you tell me now?”

 

Samuel was completely motionless, staring into the dark corner. He closed his eyes, and after a time he envisioned Nash, standing in a small clearing, his head thrown back and his mouth wide open in a scream.  There was a small building with one high window.  Nash stepped to the doorway, and Samuel could see the inside of the one room cabin. There was a bed with a broken length of chain attached.

 

Ahh. So, the big man has lost something, or someone.

 

Samuel stood, and looked down at Hamish one last time.

 

“I hope you knew the Lord, old man. I hope he is welcoming you now.”

 

 

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 Author Biography:

Linda has been fortunate to lead a varied life. She was born in Appalachia, Goody, Kentucky to be exact. You know, coal mining country. Her mother moved her to Cleveland, Ohio when she was a small child. She had the best of both worlds. In the summer, she ran bare-foot through the mountains, drank from a cool, sweet, well…and yes, used an outhouse! But during the school year, she attended concerts and art galleries. She lost her mother to cancer when she was ten years old and moved to Florida to live with her father and his new family. She read voraciously during her high school years. In fact, at lunch on Thursdays, she would make a couple of dollars writing book reports for others.

She worked in the garment industry for eighteen years, then changed careers in 1986. Really changed careers. She went from fashion to forensics, and spent the next twenty years with the local Police Department as, yep, you guessed it, a CSI. After so many years of brutality, death and general mayhem, her wonderful husband helped her realize it was becoming detrimental to her health. So, she retired. She spent a year re-acquainting herself with the “real” world. She took up nature photography and sold a couple of articles with photos to the Florida Wildlife Magazine.

She went back to the workplace as a 911 dispatcher/calltaker, and for another seven years her Southern drawl spread over west Florida’s airwaves. During that time, her husband convinced her she should write a book. So, she did. She is now retired, and can devote her full attention to a writing career. She is a member of the Sunshine State Romance Authors, Inc. which is a local chapter of the national Romance Writers of America, where she achieved PRO status in 2015 by having a publisher request her full manuscript for consideration.

 

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What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder: The Baron’s Cufflinks by @pjmaclayne #mystery


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Title: The Baron’s Cufflinks

Author: P.J. MacLayne

Genre: Women Sleuth, Mystery

 

Blurb:

What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder, and Harmony Duprie is a suspect.

 

She’s innocent, of course, but with no alibi, the sheriff’s department won’t remove her from the list of suspects. It doesn’t help when a waitress from the bar gets beaten up and the only clue is a slip of paper with Harmony’s name on it. Throw in a rookie deputy dead set on building his reputation and Harmony must tread carefully.

 

But caution isn’t Harmony’s middle name and she plunges head first into danger to defend her honor.

 

What she finds is a web of half-truths and suspicions implicating several law enforcement agencies, with Jake, her ex-lover, stuck in the middle of it all.

 

Can Harmony rescue Jake and find the real culprit before she becomes the next victim?

 

Excerpt:

In this scene, Harmony Duprie, my heroine, gets the first inkling that her carefully scripted life is about to go off-track again.

 

“I’m Deputy Theo Nelson. I’d like to ask you a few questions.” The impossibly young man’s starched uniform crinkled as he moved.

 

Instinct had me reaching for my purse then I remembered the lessons Freddie had drilled into me about dealing with officers of the law. “I’m going to get my phone out of my purse to make a call,” I told him. “If that’s okay with you.”

 

“Can it wait? I need to ask you a few questions concerning the incident last night. May I?” With a wave of his hand, he indicated the chair.

 

Instinct and experience told me to tell him no, but I found myself nodding.

 

He adjusted his duty belt, took a seat, and pulled out a small notebook. “For the record, I understand that you and some of your friends were at The Dog House last night?”

 

“Yes,” I said curtly, planning on keeping my answers short and to the point. I wasn’t comfortable with the situation, but couldn’t deny the truth.

 

His monotone delivery of the rest of the night’s event made it seem boring. I answered each statement with either a curt “yes” or “No.” Mostly.

 

“One witness said Mr. Foard hit you.”

 

“The witness is wrong. He pushed the waitress but was so drunk that when he tried to grab me, I avoided him with no problem. The bartender put an end to it and one of his buddies offered to take him home.”

 

He scribbled a few notes then looked up at me. I recognized the technique—he hoped the silence would make me uncomfortable and I would say more. It didn’t work. I waited. He sighed.

 

“How long did you stay after they left?” he asked.

 

“Only long enough to pay the bill.”

 

“Can anyone corroborate your story?”

 

“Besides the staff and other customers? Talk to Detective Thomason. He met us there.”

 

“Fred Thomason?”

 

“Yes, do you know him?”

 

“By reputation. Can Detective Thomason vouch for your whereabouts the rest of the night?”

 

“No. He was on duty. Once we were safe, he took off and the four of us headed home.”

 

The deputy closed his notebook, pulled a card out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. “Thank you, Miss Duprie. If we need anything we’ll be in touch.” He tapped the card. “That’s my number if you remember something else.”
“Deputy,” I said. “What’s this about?”

 

He paused as if considering what he could reveal. “Mr. Foard was shot last night.”

 

“Is he going to be okay?” Even if I didn’t like the man, I wished no ill on him.

 

“He’s dead, Miss Duprie.”

 

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Author Biography:

Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscape. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Free Wolves’ stories, she is also the author of the Oak Grove series.

 

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My Blog: http://pjmaclayne.blogspot.com/

 

One Year Left by J. C. Robinson is Such a Sweet #Romance! #NewAdult #books


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Title: One Year Left

 

Author: J.C. Robinson

 

Genre: New Adult Romance

 

Book Blurb:

In the last year of his life, Will moves to Portland in search of happiness, but the disappointment and despair of his past aren’t influenced by distance. Then he meets his new roommate, Kristen. Even with her own emotional scars, she’s everything he’s ever wanted. The trouble is, old habits are hard to break and if they can’t find a way to move forward, they risk losing their best chance at love.

 

 

Excerpt:

Kristen

 

Oh my god, Kristen. Get it together. Yes, this is the best surprise you’ve had in recent memory. And yes, this is the best date you’ve been on and it’s only been 30 minutes. But get it together, stop being weird.

 

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked up at him.

 

“I asked if you’ve been on any good dates recently?” he said.

 

“Oh, no,” I answered. “That’s an easy one. How about you?” Way to go, Kristen. That was nine whole words.

 

Will put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist. After a few seconds, he shook his head. “Nope. Nothing worth remembering. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be here.”

 

“I like your smile,” I heard myself say. Better to be weird and forward than shy, I suppose.

 

He bit his lip and my knees melted. If I knew compliments induced his lip bites I’d have started long ago. Just not when I was standing, though.

 

“Thanks,” he said. “I like your…” He looked me in the eyes and I saw him take in the entirety of me visible above the table. “I like your everything, to be honest.”

 

I looked down, I had forgotten what I was wearing. It was just a simple t-shirt and sweats. My face heated up with the realization that I had worn this, especially with him looking so nice.

 

“Don’t be embarrassed – it was my fault,” he said, reading my mind. “I did rush you. But I do like your t-shirts. I haven’t seen you in anything else. Do you own anything else?”

 

“Of course!” I reached across the table and hit his arm.

 

“Ouch.” He rubbed his arm in mock disbelief. “You know I was going to put on some music, but now that my arm is out of action, we might have to do without.” He let his arm dangle at his side.

 

Good guys really did exist and I was sitting across from one. He wore a goofy but charming smile as he let his arm dangle as if my punch had done something. Will deserved an attempt on my part. It was time to push Cooper and the other past misadventures aside and see if Will and I could enjoy ourselves. I probably couldn’t turn my brain off completely, but hell, I’d have to try.

 

“Oh, poor you,” I said. “A big head and an arm made of papier-mâché. You poor soul.”

 

He threw his head back and laughed. “Ouch. You know I didn’t ask to be born with glass bones and paper skin.”

 

“I didn’t know about the glass bones,” I said, reaching across the table to rub his arm. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

 

“Yeah, well…” He squirmed a bit in his seat. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, unfortunately.”

 

“What would you like to share then?” I withdrew my arm, maintaining what I imagined was a wicked grin. I loved knowing I could affect him in the same way he did me.

 

“I’d rather know about your writing. You actually have a dream.”

 

“In that case, I’ll have to share,” I said. “But first, eat your pizza!” I noticed he hadn’t touched his food.

 

He gave me a sheepish shrug. “I can’t eat in front of cute girls.”

 

 

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Amazon UK https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XVFWWG5

 

JC Robinson

 

Author Biography:

J.C. Robinson is 26 years-old and lives in Clarksville, MD with his puppy, who thinks tennis balls are treats. He graduated from the University of Maryland in 2013 with a Criminal Justice & Criminology degree. As of March 2017, he has left his job as a professional hand holder (IT-ish) to pursue writing full-time.

 

J.C. enjoys listening to Bon Iver, playing with Max (his rogue puppy), and watching How I Met Your Mother. His favorite movie is also Adventureland — the last scene totally makes his heart flutter. He wants you to know that lettuce is a no-go in tacos and hamburgers (but salads are okay).

 

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The Marriage of Gryphons (Penny White 3) by Chrys Cymri #urbanfantasy #dragons #books


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Title: The Marriage of Gryphons (Penny White 3)

 

Author: Chrys Cymri

 

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

A blast of wind flicked hair from my face. Long toes wrapped around my waist, claws prickling through fur and clothing as I was snatched from the ground. The dragon lifted me high into the grey skies above Llundain. Of the many words going through my head, Oh, bother, was the only one worthy of a priest. 

 

When I’d discovered the existence of Daear, Earth’s magical parallel world, I thought all of my dreams had come true. Riding the handsome dragon, Raven, arguing with my gryphon Associate, Morey, and raising Clyde, a mischievous snail shark, lessen the monotony of my life as the priest of a small village church. And I’ve also met Peter, a man who agrees with me that Doctor Who and single malt whisky are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

But Raven has gone missing, and finding him would mean a hazardous trip to the Arctic. Morey’s attempts to prove himself worthy of marriage to his love, Taryn, are putting all of us in danger, particularly my younger brother, James. Can I keep those I love safe in a world which has little love for humans?

 

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Chrys Cymri is running a worldwide giveaway of the three Penny White novels (as e-books). Sign up to her email list, making sure you mention this blog (POTL or N. N. Light), and you’ll be entered into the competition. The giveaway ends on 31 May 2017. Got to http://chryscymri.com/newsletter.html  to enter.

 

Excerpt:

I was distracted from Morey’s answer as I noticed something glinting against the blue sky. My sunglasses were steaming slightly, and I rubbed my glove over the lenses. The tumbling object was small, oblong, and grey-brown. And I clearly heard a tenor voice sing out, ‘Geronimo!’

 

My mouth dried. ‘Morey, it’s Clyde!’ Though why he was channelling the Eleventh Doctor was beyond me.

 

But the gryphon was already tearing at my coat. He forced his way out, claws catching against the fur as he launched himself upwards. ‘Nattoralik, nattoralik, nattoralik!’ the lemmings squealed, tumbling over and around each other as they scurried away from me. The word wasn’t in any language I recognised, but the terror was obvious.

 

‘Gryphon,’ I snapped at them, a different fear making my heart pound. ‘And that’s a malwen siarc, if you really want to know.’

 

Malwen siarc,’ the lemmings echoed. ‘Malwen siarc, malwen siarc.

 

Morey had placed himself below Clyde, and his wings pounded as he turned upside down. My hands curled inside my gloves. The gryphon might be several times larger than the snail, but Clyde was heavy for his size. The impact would surely drive both of them to the ground. Would Morey’s brave rescue attempt end up with both of my friends dead?

 

The lemmings swarmed away from me. Both groups pulled together, forming one large mass, piling on top of each other into a furry pile. Clyde smacked into Morey’s chest. The gryphon’s claws scrabbled at the shell, trying to get a grip as he fought to right himself. His wings were beating furiously at the air, but he was losing altitude rapidly. I could feel a scream rising in my throat.

 

Movement from the lemmings dragged my gaze down again. A few of the rodents perched on the backs of the others, issuing squeaks which adjusted the position of the group. I just had enough time to realise what they were doing when Morey and Clyde smacked into their midst.

 

There were squeals and snow flurried up around the mix of white, purple, and grey. I hurried over as fast as snowshoes would allow. A stream of Welsh curses eased some of the tension in my chest, making me realise that Morey, at least, was alive. ‘Clyde?’

 

‘Sure, ask after the kid.’ Lemmings pulled away to reveal Morey, staggering slightly on the dug up snow.

 

‘I could hear that you’re okay.’ The lemmings surrounded the snail, and I feared the worst. ‘Clyde?’

 

Multiple small bodies churned. And Clyde was raised up from their midst. The snail was perched on several backs like a footballer who had kicked in the winning goal. ‘Arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr.’ The lemmings spoke in an awed whisper. ‘Arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr.

 

‘Great leader’? I watched as Clyde glanced around him. He extended his body to full length, and his jaws cracked open as he smiled at the lemmings. Much to my surprise, this excited rather than terrified them.

 

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Priest by day, writer at odd times of the day and night, I live with a small green parrot called Tilly because the upkeep for a dragon is beyond my current budget. Plus I’m responsible for making good any flame damage to church property. I love ‘Doctor Who’, landscape photography, single malt whisky, and my job, in no particular order. When I’m not looking after a small parish church in the Midlands (England) I like to go on far flung adventures to places like Peru, New Zealand, the Arctic, and North Korea.

 

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Her First Knight by @LiviaQuinn (May Sales Donated) Spotlight #military #veterans #romance


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Title  Her First Knight

Author  Livia Quinn

Genre  Military Family, Contemporary Romance

Publisher Campbell Hill Publishing

 

Book Blurb

All sales of Her First Knight in May go toward Veterans Charities

 

Ridge Romano is a billionaire inventor, military contractor and the CEO of two multi-billion dollar companies. And he’s on a mission for vets. With a laser focus on his priorities, how did he wind up on a stage between two cover models with a hundred women crying, “Tucker, take it off”?

 

He’d pay for this… somehow.

 

Buffy’s face and body were recognizable worldwide but what she was searching for was the face of her franchise. She’d come to D.C. to find that face, interviewing cover models from around the world, and finally she’d found her man. Tucker – the late arrival – had that ‘je ne sais quoi’ that would make her talent agency and photography studio an immediate success. She had to have him.

 

There was just one problem. He wasn’t a cover model and said he had more important priorities – veterans. Who was she to argue with such a noble cause? The trouble was the Calloways always knew what they wanted, and Buffy wanted Tucker. Could this be the first time a Calloway was wrong?

 

 

Excerpt

He’s the one, isn’t he?” Her eyes lit with a strategic fire. “Isn’t he, Lana Jean Calloway?”

 

Buffy couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t heard her full name in that tone of voice since she was eight. “No one’s keeping anything from you, Mom. I’m sure if you ask Ridge right now if he’s the one, he’d back out of here quicker than you could say gumbo. Please don’t blow it.”

 

“You knew about this, Mother,” Pamela said, calling Lillie by her affectionate nickname, to make her point of why she shouldn’t have been left out. It didn’t sound very affectionate.

 

“Mom, it’s just not quite time to go shopping for a wedding dress, ‘ya know?” She hugged her mother who relaxed, but Buffy could tell she wasn’t about to give up. She gave Lillie a what now? grimace and Lillie just patted them both on the back.

 

“Come on, girls. They could talk until next month about the wars and your Mr. Romano’s project but I think they could use a distraction. Buffy, grab the potatoes, and I’ll call your father to get the ham.”

 

Lunch proceeded without a hitch. Luc said his goodbyes and took off. Ridge made the rounds thanking everyone for their support and promised to come back one day. This concerned Buffy. It sounded too much like the distant future. Shaking Earl’s hand he said, “Sir, my company has a more advanced prosthesis. I can arrange it for you if you’re interested; it’s lighter and more flexible than the version you have.”

 

Earl narrowed his eyes and said, “Son, I’m ninety-three years old. This old arm has become like my real arm over the years, and we do just fine. Getting a new one at this stage of my life would be like a woman gettin’ fake boobs when she’s past her prime.”

 

“Old coot,” Ridge thought he heard Lillie say under her breath.

 

“Watch it, Dad,” said Robert who just put his arm around a steaming Lillie and hugged her. “Ignore him, sugar.”

 

“Now, Earl,” Roberta said, and her look seemed to be the only thing that made him quail.

 

Then Buffy’s great-grandfather shook Ridge’s hand and, looking around him at Buffy, said, “You chose a fine man, youngin’.”

 

Silence.

 

Ridge turned slowly to look at Buffy. She shrugged and shook her head. It wasn’t me.

 

Then she watched with an impending sense of doom as her mother put her hand on Ridge’s shoulder and said, “Might as well buy the ring, dear. When a Calloway tells you, you’re the one, it’s like that old saying, “If I tell you the moon is made of green cheese, get your crackers.” She nodded, yep.

 

“I—” Buffy’s head sank into her hands. Why had she thought this picnic could take place without a bomb going off?

 

 

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Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana. She has written eleven books based in Louisiana, both paranormal and military romance. Please find a way to support a local veteran.

 

 

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The Reluctant Wife by @CaroWarfield Launch Day! #romance #historicalromance #giveaway


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Launch Day!

Caroline Warfield is over the moon to finally be able to release The Reluctant Wife into the wild.

This sweeping story carries readers from the edge of Bengal to Calcutta to the Suez and across the desert, to rural England while two people stumble into love in spite of themselves. The hero, a clueless male with more honor than sense, never stops trying to do the right thing. Imagine his shock when he realizes people actually depend on him! The heroine is a courageous wounded duck with more love bottled up than she finds comfortable. Along the way it features a meteor shower, a tragic assassination, colonial officials, steamboats, narrow minded officers’ wives, herbal remedies, a desert bivouac, a court martial, interfering relatives, a horrific fire, and camels. The self important villain, rotten to the core, makes the hero miserable in both India and England, until the hero brings him down—with a little help from family—in the end. And last but not least, it features two charming children, one a precocious little girl who pushes the hero to do what is right even when he is confused about what that is.

The author dedicates this one to her father, the constant soldier, who understood duty and loyalty as few people do.

Thank you for joining the celebration.  Tell us about your favorite story elements. Caroline will give a kindle copy of The Renegade Wife, Book 1 in the series, to one person who comments below.

She is also sponsoring a grand prize in celebration of her release. You can enter it here: http://www.carolinewarfield.com/2017blogtourpackage/

The prequel to this series, A Dangerous Nativity, is always FREE. You can get a copy here: http://www.carolinewarfield.com/bookshelf/a-dangerous-nativity-1815/

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The Reluctant Wife

Children of Empire, Book 2

Genre: Pre-Victorian, Historical Romance

Heat rating: 3 of 5 (two brief -mild- sexual encounters)

Children of Empire

Three cousins, torn apart by lies and deceit and driven to the far reaches of the empire, struggle to find their way home.

Book 2

When all else fails, love succeeds…

 

Captain Fred Wheatly’s comfortable life on the fringes of Bengal comes crashing down around him when his mistress dies, leaving him with two children he never expected to have to raise. When he chooses justice over army regulations, he’s forced to resign his position, leaving him with no way to support his unexpected family. He’s already had enough failures in his life. The last thing he needs is an attractive, interfering woman bedeviling his steps, reminding him of his duties.

All widowed Clare Armbruster needs is her brother’s signature on a legal document to be free of her past. After a failed marriage, and still mourning the loss of a child, she’s had it up to her ears with the assumptions she doesn’t know how to take care of herself, that what she needs is a husband. She certainly doesn’t need a great lout of a captain who can’t figure out what to do with his daughters. If only the frightened little girls didn’t need her help so badly.

Clare has made mistakes in the past. Can she trust Fred now? Can she trust herself? Captain Wheatly isn’t ashamed of his aristocratic heritage, but he doesn’t need his family and they’ve certainly never needed him. But with no more military career and two half-caste daughters to support, Fred must turn once more—as a failure—to the family he let down so often in the past. Can two hearts rise above past failures to forge a future together?

Excerpt

The ballroom at Government House, Calcutta, 1835

Clare had stopped listening. A prickle of awareness drew her gaze to the entrance where another man entered. He stood well above average height, he radiated coiled strength, and her eyes found his auburn hair unerringly. Captain Wheatly had come. The rapid acceleration of her heart took her off guard. Why should I care that he’s here?

 

“Clare? The lieutenant asked you a question.”

Lieutenant? Clare blinked to clear her head, only to see Mrs. Davis’s icy glare turned on Captain Wheatly. “Is that your strange captain from the black neighborhood?” she demanded in a faux whisper.

The lieutenant’s avid curiosity added to Clare’s discomfort. “Is that Wheatly in a captain’s uniform? I thought they might demote him after the business with Cornell,” he volunteered.

Clare forced herself to turn to the lieutenant. “Cornell?” she asked to deflect Mrs. Davis’s questions.

“Collector at Dehrapur. Wheatly assaulted the man. Unprovoked, I heard,” the lieutenant answered.

She looked back, unable to stop herself. Merciful angels, he’s seen me. She watched the captain start toward them. At least Gleason could make introductions.

The lieutenant went on as though he had her full attention. “He was in line for promotion, the one that went to your brother instead. Philip posted over there right after it happened.”

Clare found it impossible to look away. The captain gave an ironic smile when he saw her watching. Mrs. Davis gave a sharp intake of breath when she realized Wheatly’s intent. “He’s coming here? Clare, I think I should warn you that a man who has been passed over as this one was—”

Before she could finish, Colonel Davis, who had been coming from the other direction, met the captain and greeted him with a smile. Clare couldn’t hear the words, but Captain Wheatly’s self-deprecating grin seemed to indicate at least a modicum of respect. The two men approached together.

“Captain Frederick Wheatly, may I present my wife, Mrs. Davis.” The captain bowed properly, and the colonel went on, “And our house guest, Miss Armbruster.”

This time the captain’s eyes held a distinct twinkle. “Miss Armbruster and I are acquainted. I met her when she visited her brother in Dehrapur.”

“Of course, of course! I should have remembered,” the colonel said jovially. He leaned toward Clare and winked. “He’s a catch, this one. Doesn’t like to boast of his connections, but earls and dukes lurk in his pedigree. His cousin stepped down from Under-Secretary for War and the Colonies just last year!”

Captain Wheatly looked discomfited by that revelation.

Gleason looked skeptical. “The Duke of Murnane?” he gasped.

Before anyone could answer, the small orchestra hired for the occasion began to play, and the captain cocked an eyebrow as if to ask a question.

“I think the captain wants a dance, Miss Armbruster. It’s your patriotic duty to see to the morale of the troops,” the colonel said coyly.

Captain Wheatly put out a gloved hand, and she put her equally gloved hand in his. Walking away from Gleason and the Davises, she admitted two things to herself. She was glad he came, and she planned to enjoy the dance.

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About Caroline Warfield

Traveler, poet, librarian, technology manager—Caroline Warfield has been many things (even a nun), but above all she is a romantic. Having retired to the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania, she reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows while she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

Caroline is a RONE award winner with five star reviews from Readers’ Favorite, Night Owl Reviews, and InD’Tale and an Amazon best-seller. She is also a member of the writers’ co-operative, the Bluestocking Belles. With partners she manages and regularly writes for both The Teatime Tattler and History Imagined.

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Heartstone: The Drowned Tower by @NicholasRinth is Riveting! #epicfantasy #fantasy


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Title: Heartstone: The Drowned Tower

Author: Nicholas Rinth

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

“If the future was bared before you, would it still be yours?
If the past could chase you, would you run from it?
If the world crumbled tonight, would you carve your own?”

 

Freedom is out of the question for practitioners of the Institute, and any supporters otherwise are dealt with violently. A system Sylvie Sirx neither refutes, nor endorses—born from an enviable family, talented in her skills, and entirely too content with her position, her path has always been a straight one… until now.

 

Her qualifications backfire when an elder from the north descends upon her home for a Choosing. He calls upon the Drowned Tower’s most sought after practitioners for a simple job that ends in blood, and then Sylvie’s blissful world erupts. She finds herself in the company of the Elementalist, Jacques Dace, an insufferable but deadly enthusiast of personal reform. Together, they’re swept into a spiral of powerful magic and ancient grudges. Where truth bends, stones whisper secrets of the past, and their home lies at the heart of what could very well be Ferus Terria’s next recorded war.

 

And for once, she is forced to choose a side, learning for herself what it means to master fate.

 

Excerpt:

Come to me, the voice beckoned.

 

Jack’s eyes burned. He clutched his face and groaned in pain.

 

“What’s wrong?” Tiv asked.

 

Jack tried to respond, but the words died in his throat. They were replaced by a scream that had Tiv dropping down to his haunches and shaking Jack in worry. As he doubled over at the sensation of heat erupting from his sockets. His eyes didn’t melt. But they might as well have.

 

He gnashed his teeth together and muffled a scream. Hot tears trailed down his cheeks. They clouded his vision and only made his pain worse.

 

Jack’s blood boiled. It was too hot.

 

He heard voices. Men, women, children. They echoed in his mind, bouncing around as if they belonged there. He heard the clank of chains and burning fire. Children’s screams thrown into the mix like muffled background noise. They cried out to him. Their voices were pitiful whines. But what could he do?

 

Stop it! Jack dug his palms into his eyes, sorely wishing that he was a Healer. Go away! Leave me alone. I can’t help you!

 

This was his body. His. They had no right to play in his head. They could cripple him from pain, but he wouldn’t allow them to invade his mind. His thoughts were his own, and he’d sooner die than relinquish the reins that governed him.

 

“Enough!” Jack bit out, clawing at his throat. His magic burst forth out of instinct. His hands radiated a pale blue, before he conjured fire. The blaze encircled his form, spreading warmth over worn limbs and encasing him in a ball of scorching heat that distorted the air.

 

Tiv stepped back, his black eyes filled with confusion. He’d almost been burned.

 

“Jack! What’s going on?”

 

“I said, enough!”

 

And as if listening to him, the pain ceased.

 

Jack clutched his head for a tick longer. As the sparks of his magic died down. His head pounded with a vengeance that matched the erratic beat of his heart.

 

For fuck’s sake, was Jack’s first thought, what just happened?

 

His eyes were still sealed shut, and his mouth was clenched in frustrated silence. The tears left wet trails down his cheeks. They stung. But he made no move to wipe them.

 

Tiv squirmed a distance away. He took a cautious step forward. Close enough to assist, but far enough to run should Jack decide to sheathe himself in another circle of fire.

 

“Jack,” Tiv called, hesitant. “Are you alright?”

 

“Do I look—” Jack recoiled, just as Tiv flinched.

 

Black clouded Jack’s vision. He frantically looked around, trying to shake off the hazy tendrils obstructing his periphery. Despite the added darkness, his sight was unnaturally clear. Colors were enhanced. Lines more pronounced. The world flowed. Seamless. A harmony of utter perfection. It was almost too bright.

 

Jack heard a gasp and turned to see Tiv point a trembling finger at him.

 

“Your eyes…” Tiv stepped back in sudden fear. “What happened to your eyes?”

 

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NICHOLAS RINTH lives lakeside in the southern graces of Savannah, Georgia. Where he spends his time fantasizing about other worlds and working on his next novel.

 

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Mike and Hannah (West Coast Soulmates #2) by @carlakrae is a Heartfelt #Romance! #books


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Title – Mike and Hannah

Author – Carla Krae

Genre – Contemporary Romance

Publisher – Willowick Publishing

 

Book Blurb —

Takes place after COMPLETED and DYLAN AND JEN.

 

With most of the band coupled up now, Mike is the seventh wheel. Realizing he hasn’t cultivated a life outside the band in years is a lonely epiphany. When a young woman mistakes him for someone else, the awkward encounter turns into a possibility for something real. Something lasting. Something like love.

 

Hannah, a recent arrival in L.A., is looking for a connection in her new life. Despite meeting Mike under less-than-ideal circumstances, she accepts his invitation to a Memorial Day BBQ with his friends, never expecting them to be famous rockstars with hearts of gold. Mike couldn’t be nicer and sparks are flying, so when he insists on taking their time to get to know each other, part of her is flattered and the other side is frustrated he won’t get naked. How far can she tease him before he gives in?

 

Settle in for a sweet and spicy romance in the My Once and Future Love Revisited universe where finding yourself means finding true love. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. West Coast Soulmates book #2.

 

Excerpt —

Choose to be the new girl in town at your peril.  I get now why Mom never lived farther than twenty minutes from the house she was born in.  Looking around my empty living room, the balloons in the corners mocked my solitude.  The food on the kitchen table sat untouched, a chocolate cake still pristine in the center.

 

Someone knocked on the front door.  Thank God.  I checked my watch and opened the door.  “Marcy!”  Fifteen minutes late, but at least someone showed up.

 

She shoved a present into my hands.  “Hi, Hannah, sorry I can’t stay, but I wanted to give you this so you wouldn’t think I forgot.”  She smiled, ran back down the driveway to her Honda, and zipped away, waving through the window.

 

Wow.  Even my best friend—rethinking that title now—couldn’t stay for my birthday.

 

Hannah, she’s your only friend.

 

I placed the small gift on the table and put the food back in the refrigerator.  Didn’t want to poison anyone, should they ever show up.  Hadn’t invited a lot of people—there weren’t many I knew well enough yet to let into my home—but I’d put out a decent spread.  There was even alcohol, and I didn’t drink.

 

After another half-hour, I gave up and turned the lights out in the living room, then cut a piece of cake for myself and stuck one candle in it.

 

“Happy friggin’ birthday to me.”

 

Making a half-hearted wish in my head for some improvement to the night, I blew the candle out.  My dress went back in the closet in favor of a long-sleeve tee and sweatpants, then I signed into my e-mail on the off-chance my co-workers made excuses.  Nothing but a couple ads and a request for a file from work even though everybody knew I had the day off.  Joy.

 

Then it hit me, the message that was missing today—Dad’s.  Tears blurred my vision.

 

Two months after his death, I’d been doing okay.  Not a hint of tears for two weeks.  We weren’t close and conversations were usually awkward at best, but he always remembered my birthday.  We saw each other two, maybe three times a year.  It shouldn’t be that big a deal, dangit.  We weren’t close.  I’d even spent adolescent years hating him, yet these stupid tears were smudging my mascara.

 

Funny how I’d come to rely on a short little e-mail every year.  I sniffed and reached for a tissue.

 

“So, Hannah…friendless, parentless…what are you gonna do now?”  I turned on the bathroom faucet.  “I’m going to wash my face and eat cake until I puke.”

 

Good plan, huh?

 

Skin squeaky clean, I blindly reached for a towel and dried my face, then felt along the counter for my glasses.  The girl in the mirror wore a frown.

 

I sighed.

 

The doorbell chimed, an hour after the party should have started.

 

Padding to the door in bare feet, I switched the porch light on and unlocked the deadbolt.

 

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Author Biography —

Fiction writer. Sci-fi lover. Trained vocalist. Cat mom.

Debuting in 2011, Carla Krae lives in California with two crazy cats and a tech guy.

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My Once and Future Love Revisited :
Kissed
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Completed (2016)
Dylan and Jen (stand alone)
Mike and Hannah (stand alone)

West Coast Soulmates:
Dylan and Jen (published)
Mike and Hannah (4/7/2017)
The Roommate (published)
Mr. Perfect (2017)
Untitled (2017)

 

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Talking Tales: Puppy’s Bubble by Speech Therapist Erica Graham is Delightful! #kidlit #books


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Title: Talking Tales: Puppy’s Bubble

 

Author: Erica Graham MS, CCC-SLP

 

Genre: Children’s Picture Book for Speech Development

 

Publisher: Skyrai Publishing

 

 

Book Blurb:

When Puppy wakes up from a nap, he sees a bubble. When it disappears, Puppy begins his long journey to find the missing bubble. Will Puppy find the bubble, or has it vanished forever? This engaging story is a fun way to read to little ones while promoting babbling, early words and language skills. It provides over 90 examples of some of the earliest developing sounds in their most common word positions including “p”, “b”, “m”, “n”, “d” and “h”. This book also includes tips to encourage speech development.

 

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Author/illustrator/ Speech Therapist Erica Graham graduated from Southern Illinois University of Edwardsville with her Master of Science Degree in Speech Language Pathology: she also holds her Certificate of Clinical Competence with the American Speech-Language Hearing Association. In addition to creating delightfully entertaining and fun books Erica focuses each book on a few sounds used in the English language. She also provides the illustrations.

The story revolves around a Puppy who one day sees a bubble that disappears and Puppy is off to find it – it is not with his daddy or his mama or his nana – but then Puppy encounters many bubbles and upon biting one it pops and so he tries another and it also pops until there are no more bubbles. Where did all the bubbles go? In Erica’s creative way she offers a fun way to read to little ones while promoting babbling, early words and language skills. It provides over 90 examples of some of the earliest developing sounds in their most common word positions including “p”, “b”, “m”, “n”, “d” and “h”. At first glace it seems the book is just a cute simple story, but when read to a child ages 0 – 3 it offers the opportunity to show words such as pop, bubble, mama, nana, daddy and happy in the atmosphere of an adventure in which youngsters can participate and learn!

The story itself is a fine little idea, a very fine lesson in phonetics and speech therapy that introduces a whole new level of importance to children’s books! Grady Harp, March 17

 

 

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 Erica Graham

 

Author Biography:

Erica Graham graduated from Southern Illinois University of Edwardsville with her Master of Science Degree in Speech Language Pathology. She also holds her Certificate of Clinical Competence with the American Speech-Language Hearing Association. As a mother, Erica understands the difficulty parents have finding time to work on speech with their children. In her pursuit to create a fun easy way for therapists, children, and their parents to enhance speech development while promoting literacy, she has written a series of exciting children’s books. Each book focuses on a core sound used in the English language. Outside of writing and working as a Speech Language Pathologist, Erica enjoys spending time outdoors with her husband and daughters, volunteering with the youth group at church, and a good cup of tea.

 

 

Social Media Links:

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

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16058804.Erica_Graham?from_search=true

 

The Viking’s Witch by @KWilkinsauthor is a #HistoricalRomance Gem! #books #amreading


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Title: The Viking’s Witch

Author: Kelli A. Wilkins

Genre: Historical Romance with Paranormal Elements

Publisher: Medallion Press

 

Blurb:

The Viking’s Witch

 

About to be burned at the stake by her fellow villagers, Odaria does what any betrayed witch facing certain death would do. She calls down a curse. Within seconds, rampaging Norsemen raid the village, capturing everyone except her.

 

But her reprieve is short-lived, and Odaria lands in the clutches of the Norse leader Rothgar. Can she remain true to herself and fight her growing attraction to this domineering man, or will she fall under his influence and be used for his ambitions?

 

After Rothgar witnesses Odaria’s powers firsthand, he strikes a bargain with her. The raven-haired beauty will use her magical abilities to help him with his quest in exchange for safe passage off the isle. But can this cunning woman be trusted, or is she using him to exact vengeance on her village?

 

Together they must fight bloodthirsty villagers, battle a mutinous band of Norsemen, find a missing Norse ship, and learn to trust each other . . . before time is up.

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Odaria scanned the cookroom and spotted a large table piled high with food. Brennan must have been planning a feast to celebrate her death. There would be plenty of meat and beer in the underground storage area. Men liked to eat. The Norsemen must be hungry from their long journey. Mayhap she could offer Rothgar a meal and strike a bargain with him.

 

“Are you hungry?” she asked, cocking her head. “I know where to find food and drink, wood for the fire, clean water, and—”

 

“Hvat ist das plass?”

 

She scowled at him, trying to decipher his words. A few seconds later, she understood. “This is a cookroom. Women in the village prepare meals here. See?” She waved at the iron pots, wooden pitchers, and other cookery items stacked on the shelves around the room. “They make food.”

 

Rothgar rolled his eyes. “Ja. Vat ist dat?” He pointed to the door behind her.

 

“The gathering hall. The men conduct business here. There is a room upstairs for sleeping. The larder, the food and drink, is below,” she said slowly, hoping he’d understand.

 

He nodded and inched closer to her. She tried to move away, but she had nowhere to go. Her back was pressed against the door.

 

Rothgar grinned and cupped her chin in his wide hand. Her heart fluttered. What was he doing? She stared into his eyes as he bowed his head. His rough beard grazed her cheek as his lips lightly brushed against hers.

 

Her entire body tingled, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. The room spun and seemed to grow dim. As everything faded, she had a clear vision of wrapping her arms around Rothgar’s neck and eagerly pulling him close for a kiss. Dizzy, she pitched forward.

 

Rothgar caught her and clutched her to his chest. “Shh,” he soothed, running his hand through her loose hair. “I will not harm you, Odaria.”

 

She relaxed against his broad chest, letting him support her weight. His touch was calming, and she felt safe here, leaning against Rothgar as she would rest against a thick tree. She inhaled deep. Rothgar didn’t stink of rancid sweat like the other men. He smelled clean and salty, like the sea. The scent comforted her. She could almost fall asleep where she stood.

 

Rothgar curled his arms around her ribs. She didn’t protest. In spite of everything, he hadn’t harmed her and he had saved her from that horrible Norseman in the red tunic.

 

After a few moments, her dizzy spell passed, and she gazed at him. “You are not like the others. You are different, Rothgar.”

 

He smiled. “Ja, in some ways. But fear not, Odaria. I will not share you with the others. I wish to have you all to myself.” Rothgar chuckled and winked at her. “Now, show me this food.”

 

“Aye.” She had no choice but to obey Rothgar’s wishes—for now.

 

 

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Other Platforms: http://medallionpress.com/books/the-vikings-witch/

 

Kelli Cliffs

 

Author Bio:

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

 

Her trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was released in spring 2017.

 

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

 

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption was released in September 2016. This spicy historical western is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

 

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

 

She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

 

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

 

Social Media:

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Chase Tinker and the House of Magic by @malia_ann #MGLit #99cents #fantasy


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Title:  Chase Tinker and the House of Magic (The Chase Tinker Series, Book 1)

Author:  Malia Ann Haberman

Genre:  Middle Grade/Tween Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

 

Chase Tinker has never believed in real, honest-to-goodness magic, but that’s all about to change when he’s attacked by a ferocious…soccer ball and t-shirts!?
 
Before he knows what’s hit him, he’s thrust into a frightening, yet thrilling, paranormal world where a missing dad, out-of-control powers, a 560 year old, incredibly magical house, and a dastardly wicked enemy are only part of all the craziness.

Now it’s up to three daring teenagers, one cute middle grader, and one feisty ferret to save the world’s magic, free will, and light…

 

Excerpt:

Andy gripped Chase’s shoulder. “It was me! I did something, but I didn’t mean to. I wanted you to stop. You were going to be squashed!” He wouldn’t stop babbling. “No one was moving. What’s going on? I don’t get it. Why—”

 

“I—I don’t know, Andy. I don’t know,” said Chase, his voice shaking slightly as he clambered to his feet. “Calm down, okay?” He needed time to think. There had to be some kind of reasonable explanation for all the freaky supernatural happenings. He just didn’t know what it was at the moment. “Come on, we better go home. Grab the ball.”

 

Neither boy said anything as they hurried across the noisy, traffic-filled streets and dodged past other pedestrians. Chase, his mind spinning, kept sneaking glances at Andy. He was afraid his brother would faint dead away right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

 

Chase breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reached their apartment building. Andy pushed through the revolving door. Chase was about to follow when, out of the blue, an eerie, icy breeze ruffled his hair and swirled around him. Rubbing the goosebumps popping up on his arms, he started to glance back over his shoulder when someone shoved him from behind and toward the open back door of a waiting cab. Tripping, he whacked his head on the door’s top corner. The shadowy interior loomed closer as stars danced in front of his eyes. A hand grabbed his arm.

 

“Chase! What are you doing?” exclaimed Andy’s voice. Chase shook his head to clear it as Andy pulled him away from the vehicle.

 

“Wh-what?” mumbled Chase.

 

“Quit messing around,” said Andy, tugging Chase across the sidewalk. “We need to go inside.”

 

A hooded man slipped by the boys. As the man turned his head, Chase caught a glimpse of cold, piercing, light-blue eyes that seemed to cut right through him. The strange man slid into the taxi. It swerved into traffic and took off down the street. Feeling oddly threatened, yet not understanding why, Chase followed Andy through the rotating door.

 

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Author Biography:

Besides being an Author, Malia is a Ballroom Dance Instructor and Ferret-Sitter. She was bitten by the writing bug in her teens, where at that time she wanted to write sappy love stories with loads of angst and smooching. It was some years later that she changed her mind and decided to study creative writing for middle graders and tweens, and anyone else who would enjoy her wild and crazy imagination. One night she had a dream that she lived in a house where every room had a fabulous magical power in it. And that’s how her “Chase Tinker Series” came to be. (She’s currently working on an Andy Tinker sequel.) She also loves pizza, chocolate, reading, colorful Christmas lights, and watching TV. She’d love to have the awesome abilities to teleport and move things with her mind. Malia lives in the Seattle area with her cute little ferrets.

 

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Betting On Kincade by @devonmckay2014 #romance #westernromance #TWRP


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Betting On Kincade by Devon McKay

Genre: Contemporary Western Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Everyone Cassie Wilcox loved is gone. And now, thanks to her drunken stepfather, her house and family business will be taken from her, too, unless she can find a way to buy back the ranch from the new owner. With less than two months to come up with money she doesn’t have, her options are running out, and apparently, her common sense as she rents out rooms to an eclectic group of strangers.

 

Returning home for Dalton Kincade is bittersweet. Not a damn thing has changed. Two years on the rodeo circuit weren’t able to shake free the memory of the feisty redhead who’d broken his heart into a thousand pieces. Nor the sting of her parting words…Never trust a Kincade.

 

Winning her beloved ranch in a drunken bet is the last thing he expected to happen, but at least he saved it for her. Now, he has to figure out how to break that news to a woman who never wants to see him again. Renting a room in the house he now owns might be a risk, but it’s nothing compared to betting his heart on winning back the love of his life.

 

Excerpt:

“Are you going to play or just sit there?” Gary Evans slurred in drunken angst as he kicked back his chair and leaned over the table. Not waiting for a reply, he picked up the crisp piece of paper lodged between them, waved it in the air, and then, slammed the deed to the Wilcox land back down on the hard pressed wood.

Cautiously, Dalton stationed a deadly stare on the intoxicated fool and noted the shimmering of glee highlighting the steel gray of the man’s eyes. Tapping the top card, he slowly trailed his finger along the swirled red print.

He was a loser no matter the outcome. Should’ve just walked away. Ignored Gary’s foolish bet and the taunts that followed once the hook had been set. It wasn’t as if Cassie would appreciate his effort anyway. Regardless, he couldn’t walk away and let her lose it all.

Clenching his jaw, he folded his fingers around the squared edges and paused before picking up the pile.

“Read ‘em and weep,” Gary squealed gleefully as he tossed his cards next to the deed. “Four deuces.” He stumbled from the end of the table, closing the gap between them in one stride, before managing to shove a quadruple of stubby digits in front of Dalton’s face. “Four.”

Dalton studied his hand with guarded fury, then stifled the drunkard’s premature victory with a flick of his wrist.

 

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Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Betting-Kincade-Devon-McKay-ebook/dp/B01MQXJWK9

Publisher http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/paperback-books/4921-betting-on-kincade-paperback.html

 

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Devon McKay Bio:

Devon McKay writes contemporary romance with a western flair. If she’s not writing, she’s busy with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project or walking one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.

Please check out Devon’s website at: http://Authordevonmckay.com  or contact her by email at: dev.mckay@yahoo.com . You can also follow her on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/DevonMcKay2014

and on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/devonmckay2014

Her General in Gray by @LNightingale #historicalromance #TWRP #Giveaway


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Title: Her General in Gray

Author: Linda Nightingale

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Tagline:

A Massachusetts lass purchases a southern plantation that comes complete with the ghost of a Civil War General—for the Confederacy.  Sparks fly!

 

Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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To enter, tell us if you could spend a day in any historical time period, what would it be? Leave your answer in the comment box below.

 

Linda Nightingale will choose the winners on Tuesday, April 11, 2017.

 

Excerpt:

“You are not there.” Autumn dropped her book and leapt to her feet, shaking her fist at the apparition standing beside the fireplace.

 

The frolicking blaze shone through the whatever-he-was lounging by the hearth, his arm stretched along the mantel.  A ceramic clock beside his hand chimed the hour—seven golden notes. Tall candles in brass candlesticks flickered in an eerie fire dance. He appeared to be a Civil War soldier of the South, his opaque uniform gray with a nasty red-stained hole near the heart.  Double rows of gold buttons decorated the coat. Three gold stars and a wreath on the collar glittered in the firelight. No blood spilled from the apparition.  Except for his wound, he looked perfectly healthy—for a dead man!  He nodded and bowed elegantly…as much so as his lost society had been, regardless of the strong backs supporting that way of life.

 

“Oh, but I am, Miss Hartley.”  He straightened, longish hair gently curling over his face.

 

A chill raced over her, but she suppressed the tremor of apprehension.  Autumn swallowed hard and adjusted her white cotton blouse.  “I don’t believe in ghosts.  You’re not welcome here. I bought this house and am struggling to pay for it.  Get your Halloween self out of my living room.”

 

He smiled.  “It’s not 0048alloween, and we share this house.  It was mine, you know, and still is.  I’m willing to share it with you—even if you are a Yankee.  After all, the conflict is over, and I’ll hold no grudge against the Northern aggressors. Even though the South will never surrender.”

 

“Northern aggressors?”  She inhaled sharply, the vanilla scent of the candles on the dining room table drifting into the living room.  Everything about Allen Hall was beautiful. She loved the house. But this conversation with an arrogant spirit solidified defiance.  “And, for your information, the South did surrender.”

 

“A point of history.” He shrugged and gave her a condescending glance. “No more.”

 

 

Buy Links:

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Her-General-Gray-Linda-Nightingale-ebook/dp/B06W9HFMBM/

 

Linda Nightingale

 

Author Biography:

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

 

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She is now a finalist in the 2016 SARA Merritt. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Miata Club, and enjoys events with that car club.  Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano.  She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.  PS The piano plays itself!

 

 

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Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com – Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.

 

Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/ – Lots of interesting guests & prizes

 

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Edna and Luna by Gleah Powers @GPWriterArtist #fiction #womensfiction #giveaway


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Title—EDNA AND LUNA

Author —Gleah Powers

Genre—Fiction

Publisher—Vine Leaves Press

 

Book Blurb

Set in the American Southwest, Edna and Luna is the story of two women: a lonely, recently widowed eccentric and a much younger new age healer. Facing old age and a hysterectomy, Edna, at 70, reminisces and ruminates about her losses as she makes unsuccessful attempts to start a new life. She tries to befriend her hairdresser, her gardener and a man she meets at a senior dance who makes sexual advances in the swimming pool. Luna, at 35, ridiculed since childhood for her unorthodox gift of healing, has left a violent husband before moving to a local trailer park. Despite Edna’s initial suspicions that Luna is both out of her mind and after her money, their relationship becomes an odyssey filled with unpredictable depths and discoveries for both women.

 

 

Giveaway—

Enter to win one of two copies of EDNA AND LUNA

Open Internationally and runs April 5 through May 5

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Excerpt—

Edna wheeled her cart over to the chicken cooler and after scrutinizing the size, weight, date and price, put a three pack of breasts in her cart. She made her way to lemons. She’d had a craving all week for the lemon cake she used to make for Hank on Sundays. As she sniffed one lemon after another testing for sweetness, an unkempt woman appeared beside her and began moving her hands through the air over the pink grapefruits. Her nails were dirty and the joints of her fingers were knobby. Edna had read that that came from too much knuckle cracking. The woman wore a big silver ring with a milky white stone held in place with star-shaped prongs. Edna had seen her in the market before but not this close. Suddenly she felt another twinge in her pelvis and dropped her bag of lemons. She tried the breathing exercise again, but this time it didn’t work. Edna put her hand over her belly and said to the cramp, “Knock it off.”

 

“Were you talking to me?” The tall wiry woman had stringy blonde hair that hung over the sides of her face and Edna could see her nipples through her flimsy top.

 

“No, I wasn’t.”

 

“Am I in your way? I was just checking to see which of these grapefruits wanted to go home with me.” The woman told Edna she’d just moved to town and was scouting the markets in Phoenix to see where she best resonated with the food.

“Are you okay? I noticed you were holding your stomach.”
“I’m fine.”  Edna snapped a plastic bag off the roll above her head.

 

“Are you sure you don’t need some help? I could at least pick out some lemons for you. I just need to touch your arm so I can feel your energy.”

 

“No, thank you.” Edna pulled her shoulders back.

 

“I love that you’re wearing a Christmas tree in the summertime. I do that. Leave my tree up all year long.”

 

“If you must know, it has nothing to do with Christmas. It just so happens December 25th is my birthday. This is a birthday pin.” Edna was tired of feeling obligated to speak and exchange smiles with strangers. Even when she was young, men she didn’t know would come right up to her on a street corner and say, “Smile, honey. It can’t be all that bad.” Now that she was older and a widow, she realized she could get away with things like bumping into people who were in her way or stepping on their feet and then pretending she’d lost her balance, which she decided to do with the barefooted woman now.

 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

 

“It’s okay.” The woman picked up her foot and began massaging her big toe. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

 

“What? It was an accident.” Edna spun her cart around and headed for the liquor aisle to get her usual half-gallon of Ancient Age. Before checking out, she picked up some frozen dinners and a Sara Lee Fudge cake.  Thank God two people came up behind her in line before the grapefruit woman got there.

 

 

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Gleah Powers

Author Biography—

Born in Chicago and raised and educated in the American Southwest, Gleah Powers has led a life by turns grounded and nomadic—a perfect preparation for discovering in herself the voices of Edna and Luna. In her early teens, she lived with her grandmother in Phoenix. At 18, she traveled with the production of Michelangelo Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point. (Antonioni, suffering from insomnia, liked that Gleah was a worthy opponent at cards. She even taught him to play gin rummy.) Thereafter she studied art in Mexico City and at Cal Arts in Los Angeles; moved to New York where she worked as an actor, model, bartender and administrative assistant to a wealthy philanthropist; and became an explorer and teacher of alternative therapies. These adventures will be detailed in the memoir she is currently writing. Edna and Luna is her first novel. Visit her website at: www.gleahpowers.com

 

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Self’s Blossom by David Russell is a Romantic Erotic Tale #romance #books #eroticromance


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Title: Self’s Blossom

Author: David Russell

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Atla Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

A romantic, erotic tale of a vivid portrayal of the
quest for the inner truth, empowerment and
sexual liberation of Selene, a woman searching for
primeval abandon and reckless adventure.

Intelligent, a university graduate and a successful
careerist, Selene became emotionally scarred by
unhappy relationships. Riled and taunted through
the years by her former college roommate Janice,
Selene gave in to the long-term desire to „get one
back‟ at Janice by having a passionate holiday
encounter.

Immediately drawn to the sea and enthralled
by its brutal yet sensual waves, Selene seduces a
young boy on a deserted beach. Once she comes to
meets the mature and powerful Hudson, Selene
finally begins to claim her sensual destiny.

Through a slow process, accentuated by Selene’s
shyness, introspection and circumspection, she
embarks on a long and elaborate interplay of
leading on and rejection. The volcanic passion
builds until there is a blazing row. A possible
drowning, the final ritual undressing at long last,
leads to the ultimate flowering of the woman
Selene was meant to be.

Book Review:

Self’s Blossom is a short novella in the erotic romance genre, with Selene, a woman in search of her sexual identity, as the vibrant main character. Selene is intellectual, independent, free spirited and totally trapped in the limitations of her peer group and society. Her pragmatic best friend Janice describes Selene as a dreamer, “living in the cuckoo land of her imagination”. Desperately looking to find herself and get a bit of erotic adventure, Selene goes on holiday to South America.

Brought to life by the Sun, sea and holiday atmosphere of her resort, Selene’s first erotic awakening comes about through the ocean – “the spirit of love beckoning her with a pulsing sinewy body.” After this, Selene searches for a lover and has a brief sexual encounter with an eighteen year old local. But it is her through her meeting with the American anthropologist Hudson that Selene’ erotic nature is awakened and she explores the many layers of her being. Hudson is her intellectual rival and mentor, and he introduces Selene to the other side of South America – the primal elemental energy of the carnival, the 10,000 year history of South American civilisation and the breathtaking and often cruel power of its environment and landscape.

With Hudson, Selene’s holiday adventures suddenly become fraught with danger and intrigue – She is threatened with death by hunters when she plays environmentalist with Hudson and his friends, she is bitten by a deadly snake when she goes exploring with him, Hudson has to save her from a bar room brawl with the locals which suddenly explodes due to a sexual indiscretion. The indigenous population have an entirely different culture and life-rule than Selene knows from her predictable friends in London.

Although Hudson is the catalyst for Selena’s awakening, it is fair to say that she challenges him intellectually and opens his world weary eyes for the magic of the moment also. Their mutual search for something beyond the mundane leads them both to the top of a South American pyramid, where Selena visualises herself as a modern God Queen and Hudson as her God King. They have both gone on a dangerous and fascinating journey down through time and braving a foreign culture and environment. It is therefore significant that Selene does not seek full surrender to her lover in the passion of the moment on the moonlit beach – in fact she slaps his face when he attempts to do so – Instead she wants their love to be fully consummated through the pampered and luxurious Western trappings of the hotel Bridal Suite. Selene concludes: “True Seduction was total theatre,” “The true ideal lay in laced artifice” not in “ideals of naturalness.”

Here, in the luxurious trappings of traditional Western romance and eroticism, the adventure ends and the God Queen and God King sublimate their experience like some modern day High Priest and Priestess and the alchemy of their mutual transformation is complete. Knowing that they will be unable to ever rival or surpass this moment of absolute sexual apotheosis, the lovers now part and go their separate ways – Hudson to his job in the US and Selene back to London. But the author David Russell leaves us with a sense that more has been accomplished here than just a nice holiday memory for Selene and her lover. Selene can now return to the humdrum of her everyday existence and the emptiness of her London life with the alchemical blossom inside her – the Blossom of the self which has been totally awakened inside her.

There is the very real sense that Selene will never be the same woman again after this.

Reviewed by Miranda Moondawn, Author of Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia

Excerpt:  

Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.

At first she lay in the tide’s path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss – then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented, Selene dozed a while.

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Author Biography:

Born in 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Self-published collection of erotic poetry and artwork, Sensual Rhapsody, 2015. Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’

 

Social Media Links:

Website www.davidrussell-author.blogspot.co.uk

 

Sebastian’s Castle by Lisa DeVore @mrsldevore Blends #Romance and #Fantasy! #EntertoWin #TWRP


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Title: Sebastian’s Castle

 

Author: Lisa DeVore

 

Genre: Romance/Fantasy

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

Being married to a cop is hard, being the widow of one is harder. After Brynn Austin’s husband, Nate, was murdered in an undercover operation, there wasn’t enough evidence to convict the gang leader who killed him. Brynn refuses to let him kill their dream to renovate an old Connecticut castle. But her plan is hampered by a ghost who’s not ready to give up his home. Contractor Jaxson Maddox signs on to renovate the old castle that’s sat empty for years. He didn’t believe the rumors about the place being haunted. But that was before he met the resident ghost. What Jax didn’t sign on for was trouble in the form of falling for the beautiful widow, dealing with a pesky ghost, and risking his life when a threat from Brynn’s past surfaces. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, even if it means becoming a ghost himself.

 

Excerpt:

Light shone in through the windows,

but the space wasn’t any less creepy. Old cobwebs hung

from the rafters, and dust particles danced in the

sunlight. She hoped there wasn’t a family of raccoons,

or worse, living here. Brynn pushed those thoughts

from her mind and kneeled in front of the trunk with the

screwdriver. She’d never tried to pick a lock before, but

there was a first time for everything.

 

“If you’re set on nosing around, I would rather you

used the key. It’s under that pile of books.”

 

Brynn jumped to her feet and swung around to face

the voice. She gripped tightly to her only weapon, the

screwdriver.

 

There he stood, the same man she saw the other

day. “Who are you?” She backed toward the wall,

holding the screwdriver in front of her. “You’re

trespassing.”

 

“No, my dear, you’re trespassing. This is my

castle. I should be asking you the questions.”

 

Brynn’s eyes bugged out as she really took a look

at him. His image was fading in and out. “No,” she said

aloud, “it can’t be.”

 

“My dear, you don’t look well.”

 

“You’re a…” She patted her face.

 

“A what? I’m a what?” His face faded and

returned.

 

“You’re a ghost!”

 

 

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Author Biography:

Lisa DeVore is a romantic suspense author for The Wild Rose Press. Her active imagination started at an early age in her NE Ohio hometown, complete with its own castle. She’s an avid reader, loves the beach, dolphins, and sunshine! Yes, she’s a misplaced Floridian. Lisa stays busy utilizing her accounting degree, spending time with her husband of 20-plus years, their two sons and daughter, 2 toy fox terriers, and one mini-pin. And she enjoys spending time in the worlds she creates. Lisa made the Amazon best-seller list for her debut novel “Beautiful Music”, and is pleased to announce the worldwide release of her fourth book, “Sebastian’s Castle”.

 

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Sacrificial Lam by Gary Guinn @gmguinn is a Gripping #Thriller! #entertowin #TWRP


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Title: Sacrificial Lam

 

Author: Gary Guinn

 

Genre: Mainstream Mystery/Thriller

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

When English professor Lam Corso receives a death threat at work, he laughs it off.  A liberal activist at a small Southern conservative college, he’s used to stirring up controversy on campus.  It’s just part of the give and take of life.  Even when violently attacked, Lam is convinced it must be a mistake.  He can’t imagine anyone who would want to kill him for his beliefs.

 

When his home is broken into and his wife’s business vandalized, Lam is forced to face the truth. His wife—a passionate anti-gun crusader—is outraged when Lam brings a gun into the house for protection. The police can’t find a single lead. Left to their own devices, Lam and Susan are forced to examine their marriage, faith, and values in the face of a carefully targeted attack from an assailant spurred into action by his own set of beliefs.

 

What will it cost to survive?

 

Excerpt:

Lying at an odd angle to the road, he opened his eyes and gasped for breath. The sky was clear, the air crisp, the grass damp. His bike lay a few feet to the right of his outstretched hand, the handlebar slightly askew.

 

When he picked himself up off the ground, his left knee was tender where it had struck the handlebar as he went over, and his shoulder hurt where the car mirror hit him. But otherwise he had no apparent injuries. He’d be sore the next day from landing and rolling, but a rush of relief rolled over him. The damn kid could have killed him driving like that. He picked up his bike and examined it. The only real damage was a dislodged rear brake cable. He was damn lucky. It could have been much worse.

 

As he straddled his front tire and struggled to straighten the handlebar, the envelope jutted from the pocket of his jacket. The hair stood on his neck, and he turned and searched the empty street in the direction the car had gone. Nothing. It was a stupid idea. It was just a dumb high school kid, who probably wet his pants when he ran Lam off the road. It had to be a high school kid. But the words of the note came to him—THE JUDGMENT IS DEATH.

 

 

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 Gary Guinn

 

Author Biography:

Gary Guinn’s great, great grandfather moved his family to northern Arkansas from Kentucky after the Civil War. They have lived there ever since. Guinn lives in Siloam Springs, Arkansas, with his wife, Mary Ann, and their lab mix, Seamus, and their Corgi mix, Peanut. He is retired from teaching writing and literature at John Brown University. His first novel, A Late Flooding Thaw, was published by Moon Lake Publishing in 2005. His second novel, Sacrificial Lam, was published by The Wild Rose Press on March 3, 2017. His poetry and fiction have appeared in a variety of magazines, a few of which are The Midwest Poetry Review, Carve, in which his story was a finalist for the Raymond Carver Prize, The Bryant Literary Review, Ghoti, and Elder Mountain: a Journal of Ozark Studies. His short fiction has appeared in several anthologies, the most recent being Yonder Mountain, from the University of Arkansas Press. His favourite pastimes are reading, writing, traveling, and brewing beer (and of course, drinking it).

 

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Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/585203.Gary_Guinn

 

 

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


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Title: If Wishes Were Earls

 

Author: Luanna Stewart

 

Genre: Historical Romance – Victorian

 

 

Blurb:

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

 

Excerpt:

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

Giveaway:

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

 

 

 

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Luanna’s Bio:

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website:  http://www.luannastewart.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Luanna_Stewart

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Luanna.Stewart.nau

Pinterest:  https://www.pinterest.com/luannastewart/

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14104212.Luanna_Stewart

Amazon Author Page:  amazon.com/author/luanna_stewart

 

 

 

 

Love Wasn’t in Her Job Description … Infamous by @lorisizemore #romance #TWRP


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Title: Infamous

Author:  Lori Sizemore

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Justine Montgomery, daughter of a divorced beauty queen and TV magnate, is a tabloid disaster after her infamous sex tape. She’s so desperate to help save her family’s home she turns to her deal-making dad. Can she prove to him she’s cut out for a career in television or will she lose it all?

 

Sawyer has his own past and a successful career is his only goal. Seeing Justine fail would mean the promotion of a lifetime, but things get complicated when he develops feelings for her. Suddenly, the lines between work, life, sex, and love are blurry.

 

They will have to overcome the bitterness of a rejected ex, the controlling actions of her father, and the half-truths they’re telling one another to forge a lasting partnership both on the job and off the clock.

 

Excerpt:

She tangled her fingers through the hair that covered her face and pushed it away. Next thing he knew, she’d wrapped her arms around his waist.

 

“Justine? Um… what are you doing?”

 

“I’m hugging you. Taking emotional comfort.”

 

“Like a leech.”

 

“Haven’t you ever hugged before?”

 

“I’ve never hugged anyone I wasn’t going to have sex with.”

 

“We’re not having sex.” She squeezed him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. “Hug me back.”

 

Sawyer lifted his arms and wrapped them around her, his hands cupping her shoulders, pulling her closer. He dropped his head to rest on hers, and parts of him, so deep he couldn’t name them, pulled free and demanded his attention. Her hair smelled like fruit, the kind kids eat in the summer, juice dripping down their chins. “I’m fine with the hugging, but, just saying, I’m not responsible for any physical reaction hugging may induce.”

 

“Okay.” The word drifted out of her on a sigh.

 

He wasn’t equipped for this. There hadn’t been a lot of touching growing up, at least not the kind that didn’t end in a busted lip or a cracked rib. As an adult, there’d been lots of touching. But, not like this. The tighter he held her, the closer he wanted to be.

 

 

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Lori Sizemore

 

Author Biography:

Lori Sizemore grew up in the mountains of West Virginia and never quite managed to escape them. Lori lives at home with her husband of twenty-plus years and two of her three daughters. She also lives with two dogs, a cat, and five hermit crabs. Yes, five of them. This menagerie and her family keep her busy. She worked in mental health as a social worker for ten years before making the choice to write full-time.

 

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/lorisizemore

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In Pursuit of Paradise by @KateRandle1 #romance #TWRP #amreading


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Title: In Pursuit of Paradise

 

Author: Kate Randle

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

Ship Captain Nicholas Becket knows he needs to change his playboy ways. And when he discovers beautiful divorcee Lily Kingston at a job fair for his cruise line, he thinks he has found someone who can reform him.

Lily is looking for a change of her own, but she isn’t prepared for Nick and all of his baggage. Not to mention her own scars from the recent past. Although she is fiercely attracted to the handsome and dashing millionaire, an unexpected event threatens to tear them apart forever.

Can this pair of lost souls overcome the stormy waters of life’s ups and downs in order to find their true paradise?
 

Excerpt:

He grasped her hand and brought it to his lips.  He kissed her so delicately that she thought she would faint on the spot.  His touch was warm, light and inviting and he was only kissing her hand.  She imagined how his kiss would feel on her lips and the rest of her body.  What was going on with her?  She felt like she was completely losing her mind.

 

“No Lily,” he said.  “The pleasure was all mine.”  He paused for a moment. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?  That is, if you don’t have to head home right away to Orchard Park.”

 

Lily hesitated.  She had been on a few casual dates since her divorce six months earlier but she had never been asked out by a complete stranger.  Most of the one-date-only events she had attended had been set up by sympathetic friends, just trying to help her get on with her life.   But none of the nice yet ordinary men had made her feel the way she did right now.

 

Electricity was crackling between them, she was certain of it.  She felt a strong, unexplained connection to him even if her rational side was telling her it wasn’t a smart idea to get involved with this guy.

 

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Author Biography:

After writing more essays than she could count completing her university studies, Kate Randle decided to swap out the world of academic prose for something more exciting, romance novels.

 

Her contemporary books encompass many of the things she loves: the beach, the ocean and of course handsome heroes. Kate lives near Toronto, Ontario with her own handsome hero, her husband Jason and her two children.  Two adorable rescue felines round out her family to keep things interesting and covered in cat hair.

 

In addition to her published novels In Pursuit of Paradise and Searching for Sanctuary, Kate is currently working on a new contemporary romance for The Wild Rose Press entitled Taking Flight. It will be published later this year. For more information, please visit Kate at her website: www.katerandle.com.

 

 

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Twitter: @katerandle1

Facebook: www.facebook.com/katerandleauthor

 

 

My GRL by John W. Howell @HowellWave New Cover and Edition! #RRBC #thriller


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Title: My GRL

Author: John W. Howell

Genre: Thriller

Publisher: Keewaydin Lane Books

 

Book Blurb:

A brand new cover and edition (new content)

 

John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a well-deserved leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

 

Excerpt:

Gerry and I finish our beers at the Sandbar and make a move to cross the crowds toward the front door. Before the karaoke noise starts, we agree to go to another place for some pizza. She directs something to me which I can’t understand, so I hold my hand to my ear and try hard to hear her. She looks a little upset. I signal we should wait until we get outside to talk.

 

She nods and I take the lead, reach back, grab her hand, and act like a bulldozer while I separate the crowd as we pass through. It becomes harder since everyone has begun to pay attention to the drunken girl singing what sounds a little like a slurred Avril Lavigne song to the karaoke machine on the stage up front.

 

We make it to the door and go out into the humid night. I drop Gerry’s hand and notice there are two guys walking toward us. I tell her to stay close and figure the guys will eventually make way and go into the bar. I am about to ask her what she was trying to get me to understand in the bar when I feel a rush of air behind me and hear what sounds like someone thumping a watermelon. That was the last thing on my mind when the lights of the world go out.

 

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Author Biography:

John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels. His first book, My GRL published by Martin Sisters Publishing and is the first of many exciting adventures of the book’s central character John J. Cannon. The second, His Revenge published by Keewaydin Lane Books is now available in Paperback and Kindle formats. The third book in the John Cannon trilogy, Our Justice launched in September 2016 and is also published by Keewaydin Lane Books.

John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

 

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Blog Fiction Favorites, http://johnwhowell.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241

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A Season for Killing Blondes by @JoanneGuidoccio #TWRP #CozyMystery #books


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Title: A Season for Killing Blondes

 

Author:  Joanne Guidoccio

 

Genre: Cozy Mystery

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

Hours before the opening of her career counseling practice, Gilda Greco discovers the dead body of golden girl Carrie Ann Godfrey, neatly arranged in the dumpster outside her office. Gilda’s life and budding career are stalled as Detective Carlo Fantin, her former high school crush, conducts the investigation.

When three more dead blondes turn up all brutally strangled and deposited near Gilda’s favorite haunts, she is pegged as a prime suspect for the murders. Frustrated by Carlo’s chilly detective persona and the mean girl antics of Carrie Ann’s meddling relatives, Gilda decides to launch her own investigation. She discovers a gaggle of suspects, among them a yoga instructor in need of anger management training, a lecherous photographer, and fourteen ex-boyfriends.

 

As the puzzle pieces fall into place, shocking revelations emerge, forcing Gilda to confront the envy and deceit she has long overlooked.

 

Excerpt:

Carlo had removed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt. His tie lay on the desk. The rumpled look suited him to a tee. And his large black-rimmed glasses accentuated those unforgettable blue eyes. Bluer than blue. Sky blue. Cornflower blue. Robin’s egg blue. Years ago, Adele Martino and I had come up with thirty-seven descriptions of Carlo Fantin’s eyes when Mrs. Gillespie assigned one of her Monday morning English composition exercises. As I tried to recall the other thirty-three, I realized that Carlo was speaking to me.

 

“…he’ll be taking notes as well.”

 

Darn! Another officer in the room, and I had missed his name and more importantly, his title. Was he a detective or a constable? I’m sure Sofia would know. In the meantime, I better stop daydreaming and start listening. I nodded in the direction of the beefy officer. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Expertly trimmed moustache. A big bear of a man who reminded me of Magnum P.I.

 

Carlo cleared his throat. He was ready to get down to business. Police business. “It appears that Carrie Ann was your first client. You haven’t opened this office for business yet. How did that happen?”

My heart raced as I spoke. “After Sofia and my mother left…I’m not certain about the time…um…I…I heard a knock at the front window. I looked up and saw Carrie Ann. Hadn’t seen her in ages.” I paused and then added, “Still wearing the same pageboy hair style and

that blonde color—”

 

Carlo waved his hand. “Stick to the facts, please.”

 

I felt myself reddening as those piercing blue eyes bored right through me. “Oh, sorry. Um, I let Carrie Ann in.”

 

“And?” Carlo said when I hesitated.

 

I shrugged. “We just talked for a while, then, uh…” I closed my eyes and tried to recall the

conversation. But nothing concrete came to mind, only Carrie Ann’s infectious laugh and bubbly compliments about the decorating scheme. When I opened my eyes, the other officer offered me a water bottle. I thanked him and gulped down half the contents.

 

“You scheduled her for a session tomorrow morning,” Carlo said as he held up my appointment

book. “Carrie Ann is…was considered one of the best interior designers in town. Why would she need counseling from you?” His dark brows drew together in a suspicious frown. “Were you planning to tell her to give it up?”

 

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Author Bio:

In 2008, Joanne took advantage of early retirement and decided to launch a second career that would tap into her creative side and utilize her well-honed organizational skills. Slowly, a writing practice emerged. Her articles and book reviews were published in newspapers, magazines, and online. When she tried her hand at fiction, she made reinvention a recurring theme in her novels and short stories. A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America, Joanne writes paranormal romance, cozy mysteries, and inspirational literature from her home base of Guelph, Ontario.

 

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