Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Hitman Who Loved Me by Shady Grace

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THE HITMAN WHO LOVED ME
by Shady Grace
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pub Date: 6/20/17
Is that a gun in his pocket or…?
Jamie Fields can hardly refuse a free
vacation. Jobless and broke, the struggling single gal is in need of
serious stress relief. Sure, the set up is suspicious—no one gives
away a trip to exotic Cuba—complete with 50,000 dollars cash—just
for delivering a package. But once Jamie’s enjoying sunny beach
days and exhilarating tropical nights, she’s too happy to care.
Especially when she finds herself hotly pursued by a sexy stranger…
The McCoy empire is under siege, and
Sam Hayes has been tapped to take care of the culprit. Sam knows
better than to get involved with his target, but there’s something
about Jamie that keeps him from simply finishing the job and moving
on. Maybe the hard-bodied hitman just can’t wrap his mind around
the fact that the first woman to set his soul on fire is a common
criminal. The only thing Sam can do is keep her close. An easy enough
task—if Sam doesn’t do something stupid. Like fall in love with
the bombshell he was sent to kill….
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                As he caught his caving breath, he scanned the street and spotted a bargain clothing store a few shops down. He rushed in, grabbed a pair of jeans off a shelf, a hoodie from a rack, and went straight to a dressing room. Once he transferred his wallet and cigarettes into his pockets, and removed the reading glasses, he stepped out of the dressing room like a new man. “Ah, just what I need.” With calm only a man used to a life of chaos could have, he strolled over to a row of baseball caps and fitted the nearest one onto his head.

The cashier stared at him with wide, unbelieving eyes, before her nervous gaze shifted to the

street. Two hospital guards and a few cops stood outside hitting up pedestrians for information.

Sam smiled at the girl. She looked barely of age, probably only in   the work force for a few

months. He’d bet a grand she was about to pee behind that counter.

He lifted his hands to reassure he didn’t have a weapon. “You have nothing to fear from me.” With one hand still raised, he reached into his pocket with the other, pulled out a few bills and gently

placed them onto the counter. “This is more than enough for the clothes, and a little extra for

you.”
She nodded despite the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I won’t say  anything. Just promise you won’t hurt me.”

Sam smiled again, positive she wouldn’t alert the cops. “I promise, and I appreciate your

cooperation. It’s not what you think.”

He knew she didn’t believe him. “Whatever you say, mister.” Sam headed toward the front door.

“You—you’re gonna go out there? There’s cops everywhere,” the  girl said, her eyes wide with

surprise, her mouth curved up in a do it, I dare you grin.

Sam couldn’t help a low chuckle. She may be scared, but like a typical kid, she was thrilled by the

chase. He headed for the door again, but paused to say over his shoulder, “If I were you, I’d treat

myself to a night out with that money. It’s Saturday, the best day of the week.”

The cashier blushed and pocketed all of the money. “We don’t have cameras in here. Stuff goes

missing all the time.” She shrugged, obviously more comfortable now that he was leaving, and maybe

because she had made a few bucks for keeping her mouth shut. She grinned. “Have a good day, sir,

and good luck.”

Sam winked and walked out of the store, right in front of the men in uniform. He knew he wouldn’t  be recognized with a new outfit and a baseball cap. He plastered an expression of concern on his  face. “What’s going on?” He stood next to one of the officers, withdrew a cigarette and his lighter

from the case. As he lit the end and took a long drag, one of the cops turned to face him.

The officer gave Sam a good once-over and nodded. “We’re looking for a man who just escaped from  the hospital.”

“You mean a mental patient?”

The cop shook his head. “No. All we know at this time is that he was wearing grey slacks with a

white button-up shirt, glasses, and he looked to be of mixed descent. Average height and build.”

The cop glanced at him again from shoes to baseball cap.

Sam hid his amusement as he sucked in another deep drag of his cigarette. Mixed descent could mean anyone this day and age. He was often confused as being Asian or Native American, or a mixture of the two, and he enjoyed keeping people guessing his true African-Irish origin. “I see.”

Another officer joined them. Sam recognized him as one of the guys connected to the McCoys. They often called upon him for Intel: when patrol would be going by, or to make tickets and profiles

disappear, or to dig up background on a person. He was also among the badges at Colton’s funeral.

As they made eye contact, Sam kept his expression passive. “Well, I hope you find him. We don’t

need criminals running around these streets.”

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Shady Grace makes Northern Ontario her
home, where the bush is so thick you can’t see two feet past the tree
line. Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her
need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery,
independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and
action-filled plots. Shady believes love and sex should be exciting
and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than
cheesecake. Shady Grace is the new pen name of multi-published erotic
author BL Bonita, who earned a starred review from Publishers Weekly
for Dark Sun Rising. Visit her website at shadygrace.weebly.com, and
find her on Facebook at facebook.com/shadygraceerotica.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: M-Theory Stories by William C. Dell

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M-Theory Stories:
A Fable for All Time
by William C. Dell
Genre: Fictional Fable
Time is creation and there is life in many worlds. Our universe is born
from an infinite quantum environment retaining its connection to
other potential universes. Through observation (what you see is what
you get), it is possible to travel to other times in many worlds.
This book is about that vision, transformation, and crossover; the
persistence of mind (M), and the role and nature of God. It is a
metaphysical, philosophical, and theological adventure
A book of reveals: reading it you follow Jack Rabbit and Gray Squirrel
into worlds more curious than Alice’s, and way more empowering. The
energizing pair are more pixie wise than Father Brown, and more
always-a-jump-ahead than Alan Watts. Hey, Jack’s a rabbit! and friend
Gray’s a natural nut-buster.
If you’re of a certain age you’ll recognize Jack as Uncle Wiggly’s
postmodern nephew. Grand as that gentleman was, Jack’s got him beat,
because this book is kid brother to the author’s more “grown up”
(Very Serious) Deconstructing Zen and other works. Come one, come
all, to his playground.
Discover grim(m) Funbuster and earnest Professor caught in their endless loop.
And why Deconstructor pities those thinking the purpose is
philosophical, literary, or political agenda. Go through the tunnel
to find the ballpark’s secret diamond and elegant dance, and listen
to Lady Bluebird. Learn what the gym tells about your wheel of
body-mind. The Woman on the bike gets it! She so well shows Jack and
Gray how it’s done that you, too, may fall for her.
Cobra’s right to say “be careful what you look for, that’s what you’ll
find,” but there’s no missing the most Flower since Little
Prince. Along the way you’ll meet relatives and neighbors, and get
more out of Margarita than Jimmy Buffet ever has. You’ll meet Shiva
and Punchinello, Higgs and the Ferryman. In the oak grove of a
different forest, you may hear Elie Wiesel’s rebbe, the one who knows
“only the story” and that “this must suffice.”
Dell’s fable more than suffices: it’s invitation and jolly romping journey
to the other shore. Just don’t rush it, as I did first time through.
(Gorging on rich nourishment yields indigestion.) Take it easy, one
bite at a time. It won’t ever wear out, and you’ll be in great company.
-Amazon Reviewer
Stephen M. Johnson
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Jack and Gray went inside [the museum]. “Where are the mummies?” they inquired.

“Over there in the Egyptian Hall,” pointed the guard.

“These long boxes with faces are weird,” observed Gray. “Where are the bodies?”

“Shriveled and gone,” answered a guard. “There’s only a few left around the world, but people flock to view them.”

“Why?” asked Gray.

“Because they don’t understand.”

“What’s that odd shaped eye near the face?”

“The wedjet eye.”

“Isn’t it looking the wrong way?”

“No, the wedjet eye looks into the corners of the world. That’s why it stares parallel to forward and backward. It sees through time.”

“Making life and death meaningless,” deduced Jack…

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University, New Jersey. His published works include metaphysics,
poetry, inter-disciplinary studies, and literary criticism.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: All in For Love: Perfect Odds by Lashanta Charles

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PERFECT ODDS
by LaShanta Charles
Genre: New Adult Romance
Callista Brenner refuses to let go of her past. She had her entire life
figured out…except, maybe that was only in her mind. Being stood up
for her own wedding should be a clue. Regardless, she’s determined
to fix this. She just needs a plan and if there’s one thing she’s
good at, it’s planning. Her accolades as one of Georgia’s top
premiere event planners if proof of that. It doesn’t matter that
she’s a whirlwind of clumsy chaos. All she has to do is stay away
from the gorgeously irritating Jayce Gilmore and her wedding will be
back on track. That’s exactly what she wants. Right? She loves her
fiancé. She wants to marry him and start a family. He’s her
everything. Or is he?
Jayce Gilmore has somehow let himself be bamboozled. One minute he was
enjoying his quiet existence in his home in the outskirts of Victory,
NY and the next he was facing his best friend’s wife and promising
to be the best man at their wedding, which he also agreed to host at
his resort & casino, La Bonne Chance. The introvert in him is
questioning his sanity. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his partner
has decided he’s taking a three-month hiatus, leaving the business
solely in Jayce’s hands. Just when he’s ready to curl into a ball
and refuse to leave his room, a chance encounter at an airport has
him realizing some things are worth venturing out of your comfort
zone for.
Neither of them could have guessed that Callista’s past would decide it
wants to be her future and will stop at nothing to make that a
reality. Could she accept that maybe her carefully laid plans weren’t
as careful as she thought? Will Jayce be able to show her that he’s
worth a chance and, together, their oddities can be perfect?
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Chapter 1

Cali

I nibble on my thumbnail as I watch the other travelers, clad in the makings of a summer vacation t-shirts and shorts, moving to and fro. Hot pink backpacks and black rolling cases bob and weave in a sea of commuters. Our flight is on the second call of now boarding all passengers and Cameron has yet to show up or answer my calls. Scanning the crowd, I search for his clean-cut, freshly shaved face, but come up empty. He’s still not here. A roiling ball of dread settles into the pit of my stomach. Something must have happened to him. It’s the only explanation I can think of that would lead to him not being here.

A toddler wobbles past me, blonde pigtails bouncing as plump legs struggling to support the carefree attempt to run, and stepping aside, I smile down at her as she chants “uh-oh.” How freaking cute is that? I bet she gets into all sorts of shenanigans. A woman, with identical blonde curls and green eyes, rushes after her and scoops her up before giggling ensues. She plants a smacking kiss on the child’s chubby cheeks before pointing and encouraging the child to say “da-da.” A smiling man with unnaturally white teeth approaches with his arms stretched out and the child squeals and squirms as she nearly jumps from the woman’s arms. You can’t witness such a scene and not smile. Two more years and that’ll be me with my own family—number three on my list of priorities. My phone vibrates, startling me out of staring at the trio. Relief envelops me like a warm blanket when I see the picture of Cameron on the screen.

“Where are you? They’re boarding everyone now. I’ll go ahead and let them know we’ll make it,” I answer, my phone cradled between my shoulder and ear.

“I’m not coming,” he says.

I pause in making my way to the attendant station. Surely, I heard him wrong.

“Hang on a sec, let me ask them how long we have before they can no longer wait. If you’re here already it shouldn’t be a problem. You’ll need to hurry. Like, sprint through the airport or maybe get one of those guys on the carts to give you a ride somehow.”

The attendant flashes a smile at me and holds her hand out for my boarding pass. Her two front teeth are chipped and it makes me think of the time Cameron chipped his tooth while playing basketball last year. He got it fixed immediately, so I wonder why she’s chosen to leave hers like that. I move to give her the passes, but hear Cameron speaking again.

“Cali, you’re not listening. I’m not there. I’m not coming either.”

Pulling my boarding pass away from the chipped tooth attendant, I force a smile and step away for privacy. “What are you talking about, Cameron? I’m here waiting for you.” As if he doesn’t know that. He helped me load our luggage into the car before I left this morning. Is this some sick joke he’s pulling right now?

“Didn’t you hear me, Cali? I said I’m not coming,” Cameron repeats, his voice harsh and grating.

I stare numbly at the ‘now boarding’ screen above the attendant. I heard him the first two times. It makes as much sense now as it did then—none.

“I don’t understand. You can’t not come, we’re getting married. I can see if they’ll schedule us for a different flight. I’m sure it’s not too late. We’re getting there early enough one day won’t really matter,” I tell him.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. He’s annoyed? We’re four weeks away from our wedding and I’m at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta, Georgia, sans fiancé. I woke up at some ungodly hour, battled an hour and a half of bumper to bumper traffic to get here and get us both checked in two hours early, lugged all our suitcases—overweight, I might add—only for him to call when it’s time to board the flight to New York and tell me he’s not coming. Yet, he’s the one who’s annoyed? Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Fear Inducer by Ellie Douglas

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Fear Inducer
by Ellie Douglas
Genre: Psychological Thriller
They believed their phobias were just nightmares…

They believed Dr Felix Bloom would cure them.
They were…SO WRONG!
Doctor Felix Bloom is a brilliant psychiatrist and pharmacologist who has
done a lot of good for humanity. But, he has a dark side as a serial
killer of some of his patients using their phobias against them. How
he gets his patients to kill themselves in some bizarre fashions
satiating his greed for death and mayhem you will have to discover.
But, nonetheless, if you love horror, you will love Dr. Bloom’s
methods and madness. Yes, he is as composed as they come, but maybe
more evil than most. He’s charming, considerate with his secretary,
Joanna, and his best friend, a doctor. But, beneath the elegant
exterior rages the thirst for blood as a serial killer.



Without going into the gory details or the method of Dr. Bloom, his patient’s
deaths are spectacularly staged (and gory) and witnessed by the good
doctor. The author does a great job telling why Dr. Bloom is a serial
killer and it may make you feel some empathy for the man. But, that
is a whole chapter worth exploring on your own. I was pleasantly
surprised at the intricate detail of the mind of Dr. Bloom. He’s
smart. Incredibly smart. The book is definitely worth your time. It
has everything a chilling horror novel should have. I would be remiss
if I didn’t mention the author’s other book about a serial killer
named Toxic Desire, which features a female serial killer. Who’s more
evil? Dr. Bloom by far. Why? I won’t spoil the novel for you. Fear
Inducer is more malevolent while Toxic Desire is erotically-charged.
Also, look for the subtlty in Doctor Bloom over the novel. He has a
lot of secrets worth discovering. Excellent book and a welcome
addition to my bookshelf.
P.S. – I forgot something. There are loads if images in the book at the
front of each chapter based on the fear the patient has. Really cool
visuals to put you in the mood for what you are about to read.

-from Amazon reviewer Cameron Rowe
 
 
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I’m Ellie Douglas, and like you, I love horror, everything about horror,
the goriest and most gruesome of horrors is the ultimate. I can’t
get enough. So much so that I write horror. That need to be graphic,
and explicit with my horror scenes makes me stand out. I give what I
want to read to others, so now they can enjoy a true horror
story.


I’m not all about just being graphic, I also build characters that the
readers will love and or hate, so they can feel pulled right inside
of the story that they are reading. It gives me so much enjoyment
when I hear remarks like, ‘You made me want to puke,’ ‘I have
nightmares every damned night –thanks,’ and ‘Quentin Tarantino
and Steven King made a baby, YOU!’ when I hear comments like that,
I know then I’ve succeeded, that also pushes me into writing more
and becoming even better.
I’m fun loving, generous and very mysterious. I enjoy spending time with
my family, and have four children to keep the horror writing alive. I
enjoy helping others and volunteer my services to help Autistic
children, I love cosplay and the chance to dress up as a monster,
zombie or some other gritty character is fun, oh so much fun.
I love summer, and well…I hate winter. I live in New Zealand and feel
often too far away from all the cool stuff going on in the world. I
love helping people all the time. I’ve got my hands dipped in a few
things, I write books, but I also make professional book covers for
other authors, I also create adult coloring books and I have a
gambling app that I designed on the apple store 🙂 I’ve always got
a project going, be it writing or creating, that is who I am and I
love it 🙂
My ultimate aim is to give back, paying it forward, to constantly better
myself and give the audience amazing stories. Let me scare you…
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Blog Tour: Rebel Song Amanda J. Clay

 

Title: REBEL SONG
Author: Amanda J. Clay
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 370
Genre: YA

Caught on opposite sides of a budding civil war, a rebel leader and a modern day princess fight to save their country from a corrupt Minister General in a fictional Central Europe.

The once prosperous European nation of Arelanda has been plagued with poverty and corruption since the failed rebellion tore it apart. Now, rebels stir again in the capital’s underbelly, vowing to depose the monarchy and overturn the unjust government.

Seventeen-year-old Rogan Elwood, son of a rebel leader executed for treason after the first rebellion, has borne a tainted legacy his entire life. As he is pulled deeper into conflict, Rogan must face his calling in the future of the rebel cause—waging his want for peace against his desire for vengeance. Everything changes when he falls for Elyra—modern, idealistic and determined to bring Arelanda a better future. She also just happens to be next in line to the throne—if the corrupt Minister General doesn’t beat her to it.

Caught in the midst of a budding civil war and surrounded by enemies on every side, Elyra and Rogan must fight to save themselves and their country.

 

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Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

Rogan was struggling to pull the last crab from the trap, its flailing claws scratching and pinching for survival.

“Sorry bub,” he said to the scaly creature. “A boy’s gotta eat. You’re just on the wrong end of the food chain today.” He gave it a yank, finally prying it loose from the trap and stuffed it into his canvas sack, suffering only a minor pinch in the process. It hadn’t been the most lucrative day, but five crabs were better than none. Regardless, it was a much-needed afternoon alone with the ocean to mull around in his own thoughts. Things with The Cause were escalating with every passing day and the peace they’d known the past few years was teetering on a precipice of destruction.

He stood and stretched his back, stiff from hunching over the traps all afternoon. The seaside air whipped through his shaggy hair and the salt stung at a newly acquired scrape on his elbow, courtesy of his new mutt of a puppy. The spring air mingled with the midday sun to send a shimmer across the vast ocean. Resisting the urge to swim toward the horizon and never look back, he packed his things and headed up the beach.

“Something to spare?” a small voice called up. She knelt on a tattered blanket in the sand with a small basket beside her. Sad round eyes begged from a sunken face. Rogan reached into his pocket and retrieved a few pounds.

“Don’t encourage her,” a husky voiced barked as Rogan moved to hand over the change. He snapped up to see a portly city ranger fingering his black baton.

“She’s just a little girl,” Rogan argued.

“Let her beg in the alleys like the rest of ‘em. We don’t need them cluttering up the beaches too and bothering the tourists. Now, get on.”

Rogan debated tossing the coins her way anyway, but wasn’t particularly in the mood for a baton to the head. He offered the child a sympathetic frown and put the pounds back. He’d remember that face and find her again.

 

He moved up the beach again until the sirens’ call of the water slipped under his skin. He decided to postpone heading back in favor of a few moments of solitude on his favorite rock point. Slinging his pack over his shoulder, he scuttled up the rocks like he had a thousand times, settling on a smooth patch with a view that stretched into the unknown like the vastness of dreams.  To the East, the panorama stretched over the city center with its ancient structures reaching toward the clouds. The city faded into the lush rolling hills of Pear Valley—where pear trees had been long replaced by vineyards. Arelanda was one of the smallest nations in Europe, but its scenery mirrored classical paintings. The bitter wind sliced through the air, nipping his tanned skin, but he didn’t mind. Its bite was invigorating. The drone of bickering salty fisherman and scampering port children faded into the deep as he watched the waves gently lick their way up the shore, and he let himself go to another place—away from war and death.

A sudden yelp rippled through the air, breaking his solace. He jerked to attention and scanned the scenes below him in the sand, seeing nothing but lapping waves and a haggard old woman peddling hand-knit garments from a canvas tent. Then, as if the yelp had shattered and now spilled out, faint moans crept up the rocks. His curiosity pricked, he moved to the other side of the rock plateau, nearly toppling over the edge when he saw a girl curled up in the sand, her hand clutching a delicate, bone-white ankle. Thick curls of burning cinnamon fell long and wavy around her petite shoulders, and the airy fabric of her green dress danced around her in the wind.

“You all right?” He called out from his post. Her head jerked up and her eyes—so green they penetrated the distance between them—widened with alarm. She said nothing, staring at him like a wood deer caught in a hunter’s sight.

“Need some help?”

She shrank back against the rocks without responding.

“Can’t you talk?” He called out again. When she didn’t answer again, Rogan carefully footed the rocks and lowered himself into the sand.

“Of course I can speak,” the girl snapped as he approached, her body stiff and defensive. “I’m not an animal.”

Her annoyance tickled him and he stifled a snicker.  The girl lowered her head and examined her hands intently. The early spring breeze was toying with her long sundress, blowing the soft, silky fabric—completely inappropriate for the beach—firmly against her slight figure. Her ethereal presence captured him in time before she felt his gaze and shot her emerald eyes up sharply to meet his.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” She asked in a tone so arrogant it suggested she was accustomed to being the most important person in the room. He hadn’t realized he was staring and his response caught in his throat.

“I asked you a question,” she stated firmly. “Or perhaps you don’t hear?”

He expelled an uncontrollable belly laugh. She looked about his age, but her tone suggested a great deal more naiveté. And a lot more spoiled.

“So you ask to help me, and then just stand there. Are you dumb?” She continued, clearly frustrated.

“Not last I checked, but I guess it’s up for debate.” He grinned.

She rolled her eyes and let out a melodramatic sigh.

“Just leave me alone.” She turned her head away and went back to gripping her ankle. Humid, silent air surrounded them as he stood quietly a few yards away—not sure of what to say—their only accompaniment the faint squawking serenade of a sea bird perched on a light pole.

“I’ve hurt myself; in case you were too stupid to notice,” she finally snapped, nodding toward her swollen ankle. Rogan smirked.

“I see that.” He came and knelt beside her in the sand. Up close, he saw the evidence of tears—her red-rimmed eyes were a sharp contrast to skin like polished marble. He fought back every instinct that begged to trace that skin with a fingertip. As if sensing his hidden urge, she instinctively pulled away. “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t bite. Let me look,” he insisted.

He pushed her hands aside and examined the red, swollen lump on her ankle that was quickly darkening into a fierce shade of angry purple. She winced at his touch.

“Fall off the rocks?”

She unconsciously glanced to where the jagged mini cliff climbed into a towering peak above and blushed.

“I was trying to look at the distance,” she admitted with a sigh. “The view is…I never get to see the ocean.”

“That’s sounds a little destitute,” he laughed. “The view is pretty incredible, but the rocks are more slippery than you’d think,” he tried to console her as he examined her injury. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’ve got anything more serious than a bad twist. It’ll be swollen and sore for a week or so, but you’ll be fine.”

“How do you know that?”

“You’re not the only one who likes a good view.” He grinned, coaxing a tiny, shy smile from her. “Can you stand?”

Her brow furrowed and she twisted her mouth in what looked like an admission of fear. Rogan gave her a half smile.

“Let me help you. Just be careful.” He reached his arms under hers and, before she could protest, he hoisted her up. She let out an exaggerated yelp of pain and scowled.

“Be careful!”

“Aren’t you a delicate thing?” he teased to her vexation.

She steadied herself on her good ankle and tried to stand straight.

“So, what’s your name?”

She shot him a disbelieving look.

“I beg your pardon, whoever-you-are, but do not think to address me so comfortably. You don’t even know me,” she asserted, with one delicate arm now on her hip, nearly causing her to topple over. Rogan chortled.

“What does that even mean? You’re going to have to talk normal if you want me to understand you.”

The girl rolled her eyes.

“Well, so sorry if some of us prefer to speak properly.”

“Well, so sorry if some of us would rather be understood.” He playfully patted her cheek. Her cheeks filled with blood and her fists clenched. She swatted his hand away.

“Stop that!”

“Oh come on, don’t be so serious. Never met a girl hanging out by the docks unwilling to give out her name.”

“I’ll have you know, I don’t make a habit of hanging around the docks.” She pursed her quivering lips.

“Sorry, sorry. No need to get so worked up. Let’s try this all again, okay? I’m Rogan. You?” She glared at him and her rosy mouth twisted into a tight, stubborn purse. “Maybe you don’t have a name?”

She rolled her eyes and unclenched her fists.

“Of course I have a name. I’m El. El…” she struggled with the words. “Just El.” Rogan extended his hand in courtesy.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Just El,” he said with exaggerated formality. If her high dialect didn’t give it away, he would have known she was upper class simply by the way she stared blankly at his extended hand. You weren’t supposed to shake hands with high-born girls and they were not accustomed to anyone breaking that practice. But after a moment, she hesitantly reached out, placed her small hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. The feel of her warm skin pressed against his sent a small tremor through his fingertips.

“So, whatcha doing just falling off rocks all by yourself?” He asked, shaking off the energy in his fingers.

“I told you, I was looking at the ocean.” She let her eyes wander back to the water.

“It’s just water. They keep you locked in a cage or something?” he laughed. She didn’t respond. “Anyway, it’s not really safe to be wandering this close to the docks by yourself.”

At that, she rolled her eyes.

“Oh please,” she huffed. “I come down here all the time.”

Rogan eyed her silken dress and shiny beaded sandals skeptically.

“Clearly. Well, I should get you to where you can wrap your ankle. Is there some place you’re supposed to be?”

“No!” She let out an apprehensive sigh. “I mean, I’m supposed to be sitting at the library listening to a lecture, but I was so bored. I never get to come into town. I can’t very well just sit indoors when I finally do, right? So I…stepped out.”

Rogan laughed. Two rosy spheres formed on her milky white cheeks and he had to snap his eyes away to keep from staring.

“Well, I guess we better get you back then.” He then realized they were in a secluded cove with no way out other than up the rocks, or through the water. “Um…I’m guessing you can’t climb on that thing, can you?” El’s face flushed and she lowered her eyes before shaking her head. “Okay, didn’t think so. Well…” he regarded both the rock wall and her. “I guess I’ll have to piggyback you.”

Her bright eyes widened with horror.

“Excuse me? You want me to…to…” she pointed a finger at him. Rogan shrugged.

“I don’t see another way out unless you want to brave the ocean. But I warn you—that’s still winter water out there. And the rocks right here are nasty sharp.”

El’s eyes flicked to the playful waves tickling the shore then back to the steep cliff. She sighed dramatically.

“I can’t believe this,” she muttered.

“Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t push you off the wall.”

“Are you sure you can carry me?”

“You look pretty light. Just make sure to hold on.”

She grimaced, then hobbled closer. Rogan knelt down onto one knee. Gingerly, El slid her wiry arms around his neck then eased her body up onto his back.

“Holding on?”

“Yes.”

He stood abruptly, drawing a yelp from El, who now hung like foul in a butcher’s shop from around his neck. Rogan choked as her arms pressed deeper into his throat.

“You’re going to need to wrap your legs around me to distribute your weight,” he almost laughed. “Haven’t you ever had a piggyback ride?” He couldn’t see her face, but he was pretty sure she scowled at the back of his head. Regardless, she slid her legs around his middle and locked them into place. The warmth of her slender form against his back and her breath on his neck tickled at his insides. “Good. Okay, now hold on.”

She hardly weighed more than his pack of crabs, so he made it up the rocks without too much effort, despite her shrieks and excessive grip around his neck. When they reached the cliff top, he crouched down to let El slide off, who then fell to the ground in a pile of giggles.

“Well, that was definitely a first,” she laughed, releasing her breath. Her cinnamon hair, now wind tousled, fell around her narrow shoulders in a cascade of tangles, and her fair cheeks were rosy and wind-kissed. Rogan reached down to help her back up.

“C’mon. Let’s get back to town. Can you make it down the rest of the way?” She nodded. He picked up his sack of crabs and flung it over his shoulder. “Good, I have to get this catch up to the fish market. After that I’ll take you back to the Plaza.” Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Princess Breeze by Beverly Stowe McClure

 
You’re never too young to begin reading and it’s always fun to find a delightful story that you can follow. Today author Beverly Stowe McClure stops by as part of her PRINCESS BREEZE Blog Tour through MC Book Tours.
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PRINCESS BREEZE
◊ By Beverly Stowe McClure
◊ Series: Breeze
(Book 2)
◊ Paperback: 236
pages
◊ Publisher: 4RV
Young Adult (June 11, 2017)
◊ Language: English
◊ ISBN-10:
1940310555
◊ ISBN-13:
978-1940310558
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For months, Breeze Brannigan has heard nothing from Cam, the prince she met at school and who disappeared one night, without telling her goodbye. On the night, she graduates from middle
school, however, he contacts her and invites her to visit Isla del Fuego, his home. Who could refuse such an invitation?
          Breeze along with her whole family and best friends, Amy and Allison, soon sail to the island, where she and Cam renew their friendship. But danger lurks; a legend comes to life; and Breeze finds herself in the middle of a battle that can have one winner.
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PRINCESS BREEZE is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and 4RV Publishing.

 

Excerpt

Monday morning, my sister, Sara, slid her Volkswagen Beetle to a stop in the circle drive at Whispering Springs Middle School. “See you this evening, Breeze.”

“Watch out for the trees,” I said as I pushed open the door.

Sara smiled. “Plants of all kinds stay out of my way now.”

I gave her a thumbs up. Ever since she wrecked the VW last fall, we’d joked about her hitting the tree. At the time, we didn’t laugh. In fact, Sara panicked. In a lame attempt to keep the accident from Mom and Dad, we painted goal posts and footballs and pom-poms on the car to hide the dented fender. I thought it turned out pretty nice. It was my idea, of course. My honest sister had to clear her conscience, however, and confessed. Dad went easy on us, bless him, but the VW serves as a constant reminder that a girl shouldn’t try to fool her parents. They knew everything their kids did.

Yep, we learned a valuable lesson. Shoving the memories aside, I tumbled out of the car, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and almost crashed into Seth who appeared from nowhere. “Whoa! You okay?” I asked, thankful I didn’t crush him with my big feet.

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 Most of the time, you’ll find Award-Winning Author Beverly Stowe McClure at her computer, typing stories young voices whisper in her ears. When she’s not writing, she’s snapping pictures of wildlife, flowers, and clouds. She’s affectionately known as the “Bug Lady.” She’s not telling why. To relax she plays the piano. Her fur babies don’t appreciate good music and hide when she tickles the ivories.
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Beverly is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She
also teaches a women’s Sunday school class at her church.
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For more on Beverly and her writing visit her at her:
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The first book in the series is JUST BREEZE.
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◊ Paperback: 196
pages
◊ Publisher: 4RV
Publishing LLC (August 31, 2009)
◊ Language: English
◊ ISBN-10:
0984070826
◊ ISBN-13:
978-0984070824
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Eighth grade starts out the same as every other year for Breeze Brannigan. She’s still the tallest student, boy or girl, in her class, wears shoes that would fit an elephant, and her smile reveals dazzling braces that blind everyone within ten feet. Then she meets Cam, the new boy in school who speaks with an accent and must be from another planet, for none of the earthling boys she knows are so polite. He also has a secret, a secret that could mean life or death for Cam and his mother and that Breeze must help him keep.
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JUST BREEZE is available on Amazon.
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Thanks for stopping by today during Beverly’s visit. Do you enjoy finding books to share with youngsters in your life?
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July 10 – Juneta @ Writer’s Gambit – Guest Post
Mythical Books – Guest Post
Writers & Authors – Guest Post
Alex J. Cavanaugh – Guest Post

July 13 – Stephanie Faris, Author – Guest Post

July 14- Mellow & June, It’s A Book Thang – Feature

July 17 – The Bookworm Chronicles – Excerpt & Feature
Celtic Connexions – Excerpt & Feature

July 19 – The Children’s & Teen Book Connection – Guest Post
Bound 2 Escape – Excerpt
Strand of Thought – Guest Post
Rockin’ Book Reviews – Review & Interview

July 20 – Thoughts in Progress – Feature

July 21 – A Bluestocking’s Place – Excerpt
Reviews by Crystal – Excerpt
Deal Sharing Aunt – Review & Interview

August 1 – Writers & Authors – Interview

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Blog Tour: Boardwalk Summer by Kimberly Fisk

 

Title: BOARDWALK SUMMER
Author: Kimberly Fisk
Publisher: Berkley/Penguin
Pages: 352
Genre: Contemporary Romance

In the town of Tranquility Bay, summer is the season of second chances…
Single mother Hope Thompson has built a happy life for herself and her twins in beautiful Tranquility Bay, Washington. She doesn’t dwell on her painful past—especially not on the man who broke her heart all those years ago. But when Hope’s beloved son needs help, she takes a desperate chance and reaches out to her children’s father.
Nick Fortune lives life in the spotlight as a champion race car driver. He’s shocked to hear from Hope and even more surprised to learn that he’s a father. He immediately heads to the Pacific Northwest to confront the past—and the woman he once loved.
There, on the quiet lakeshore, Nick and Hope must work together to save their son—even if it means facing their complicated past—for a second chance as a family.

PRAISE FOR BOARDWALK SUMMER

“It was late. I only meant to take a peek but ended up reading BOARDWALK SUMMER in one delicious gulp, and I’m still thinking about the characters. A terrific read. Page turning and deeply emotional. You’ll fall in love with these characters who have so much at stake. Highly recommended.”
Susan Elizabeth Phillips

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Book Excerpt

The phone felt heavy in Hope Thompson’s hand. She traced the buttons, unconsciously pausing at the numbers that would soon connect her to a voice she hadn’t heard in nearly sixteen years.

She thought about shutting herself away in a closet. Maybe then, if she was hidden with only darkness surrounding her, this call wouldn’t be so hard to make. But Hope knew darkness did not shut out memories—if anything, it enhanced them, becoming a large ebony canvas that allowed them to play over and over in her mind until sleep was impossible.

She reached for her cup of tea on the end table next to the sofa and took a sip. It was cold. She was halfway off the couch to reheat it before she stopped. Stalling. That was what she was doing. She sat back down, grabbed the phone, and dialed quickly before she lost her nerve.

“Hello?”

Hope’s grip tightened. Sixteen years. It had been sixteen years since she’d heard her mother’s voice, but it felt as if it were yesterday. “Hello, Mo—Claire.”

There was a long pause and then, “Charlotte, is that you?”

A pain settled in Hope’s chest. Why had she believed her mother would recognize her? “No. It’s me. Hope.”

A faint crinkling drifted across the phone line, and Hope knew it was her mother shifting positions on the sofa’s plastic protector. “Hope?”

“I know, Claire. It’s been a long time.”

After so many years, there should have been a thousand things they had to say to each other. A million tiny details that had filled their lives and the lives of the two grandchildren her mother had never wanted to meet. Instead, Hope didn’t know where to begin—what to say. Should she start with: Your grandchildren’s names are Joshua and Susan, and they are bright and beautiful and make me so proud every day. Or: They will be sixteen in a few months, and they can’t wait to get their drivers’ licenses. Joshua loves football, music, and cars. He has his first steady girlfriend, and I don’t know if that makes me happy or scared. And Susan. She’s everything I wish I could be. She’s confident and smart and funny. She was elected class president, and captain of her soccer team for the second year in a row.

But Hope knew what she should tell her mom was the complete truth: My whole life is about to fall apart for the second time and this time I need you. We need you. Please don’t send us away again.

She was thirty-two years old and still she hesitated, not wanting to face the rejection she knew she’d hear in her mother’s voice. So instead, she heard herself asking, “How have you been?”

“Been good. Been real good except for my garden. With this terrible heat spell we’ve been going through, I should have mulched, that’s what I should’ve done. Sue Ellen down at the Piggly Wiggly told me she was going to mulch but I thought for sure I wouldn’t need to. I got an air conditioner last week. You got one?”

An air conditioner. After all these years, her mother wanted to know if she owned an air conditioner. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, don’t suppose you’d have much use for one up there in the Pacific Northwest. Not with all that rain. Never could understand why anyone would choose to live in a place that rained nine months out of the year.”

“I didn’t choose.”

Claire ignored Hope’s comment, as she had with anything she found unpleasant. “Well now.”

Why had she even bothered to hope that her mother had changed? That small crack in her heart—the old hurt that would never completely heal—wedged open a fraction more. “Aren’t you going to ask about your grandchildren?”

There was a long pause. “My show just got over, Hope. I need to go. If I don’t leave right after the third hymn, I’ll be late to the committee meeting. I made my special pineapple rum cake, though I didn’t add the rum because Pastor Gilbert may stop by. I don’t believe he’d take kindly to us ladies consuming outside of the sacramental wine.”

“Their names are Joshua and Susan.”

“I have to go, Hope.”

“Wait.” Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Please, Mama, I need your help.”

A soft whoosh of air filled the earpiece. “My help?” Another pause. “Well, Hope Marie, you’re a big girl now. I don’t see how I can be of any help. I thought you were doing just fine up there in Washington.”

“We’re not fine.” Hope could feel her entire life crumbling away like a dry sand castle. “My son has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. The doctors told us our best hope for a match is with a family member.”

Silence filled the phone lines. “Leukemia? I always knew something like this would happen. Didn’t I tell you?”

You keep that baby, Hope Marie, and something bad will happen. You just wait and see. Should have named you Hopeless because that’s what you are—hopeless.

Hope wasn’t seventeen anymore; this time she wasn’t going to let her mother refuse to help. Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Twist of Fate

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Twist of Fate:
A Summer of Second Chances
with stories by
Samantha Jacobey,
Rebekah Dodson, Kristen Luciani, Desiree L. Scott,
A. Nicky Hjort, L.A. Remenicky, Aubree
Lane, Taya Wood, B.B. Raven
Break out of the cold with a splendid spring and summer collection – nine
suspense filled tales by nine talented authors. Available for a
limited time, Lavish Publishing is proud to present Twist of Fate: A
Summer of Second Chances.

Inside, new worlds await discovery. Women fight for their dreams and for new
lives while men stand up for love and for what they believe. Be swept
away by their exciting adventures, but hurry – this set will be gone
as quickly as these warm and lazy days of Summer 2017…


The set includes:
Gilded Rose by Rebekah Dodson
When Rose OConner meets the mysterious Alejandro Zabelta, he sweeps her
off her feet and shows her a love she never knew existed; but secrets
hide behind his dark eyes.

 

A Sinister Bouquet: Awakening
by A. Nicky Hjort
Devyn Mitchell has a choice- listen to the voice of her unborn baby or
die… again.

 

Captive by Samantha Jacobey
Raised to be an assassin, used by Bikers and Drug Lords and hunted by the
FBI, Tori Farrell is running for her life…. Can you handle the ride?

 

Negative Eight by Aubree Lane
Wedding day dream or disaster?

 

Fatal Lies by Kristen Luciani
When forbidden lust becomes a deadly game, the price of silence may be too
high to pay.

 

Shot of Whiskey by B.B. Raven
He was the perfect horse, that fell into the wrong hands.

 

Saving Cassie by L.A. Remenicky
Everyone has secrets, sometimes secrets can get you killed.

 

Crescent Vendetta by Desiree L. Scott
Vanessa Burns has survived a life of brutality and neglect within a pack
hated by many but will she be strong enough to survive the possession
of an Alpha who should hate her?

 

Lucy’s Vision by Taya Wood
Lucy radiates bright, invigorating colours and sees into hidden worlds.
Being normal and fitting in holds little appeal for this small-town
Aussie girl until testing her powers to their limits threatens her sanity.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Killer Party by Lynn Cahoon

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KILLER PARTY
by Lynn Cahoon
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Pub Date: 7/11/2017
For a gang of old college buddies, the quaint resort town of South Cove,
California, is the perfect spot for a no-holds-barred bachelor party.
But for Jill Gardner—owner of Coffee, Books and More—this stag
party is going to be murder . . .

After a few months
of living with her boyfriend Greg, Jill is still getting used to
sharing such close quarters, but she’s got no hesitation about
joining him for a weekend at South Cove’s most luxurious resort.
While Greg and his college pals celebrate their buddy’s upcoming
wedding, Jill intends to pamper herself in style. But when the groom
is found floating facedown in the pool, Jill must find the killer
fast, or she might not have a boyfriend to come home to any more . .
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New York Times and USA Today best-selling
author
Lynn Cahoon is an Idaho expat. She grew up living the small town life she now loves
to write about. Currently, she’s living with her husband and two
fur babies in a small historic town on the banks of the Mississippi
river where her imagination tends to wander.
Guidebook
to Murder
, Book 1 of the Tourist Trap series, won the 2015 Reader’s Crown
award for Mystery Fiction.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Don’t Let Him Go by Kay Harris

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Don’t Let Him Go
I Want Morrison Book 1
by Kay Harris
Genre: Contemporary Romance
When a strict and careful corporate lawyer collides with a laid-back,
risk-taking activist they find an unexpected, unexplainable, and
possibly, an unemployment-risking kind of love.


Candace Gleason is making all of her dreams come true. She passed the bar,
landed a great job, and is making a killer salary as a corporate
attorney. Everything seems to be working out perfectly. That is until
she’s assigned to keep the boss’s petulant son out of
trouble.
Jack Morrison is the rebellious black sheep of a mighty real estate
family. He runs a non-profit whose mission is to save poor people
from evil corporations, like the one his own family owns. He is
obnoxious, horrible, ridiculously charming, and insanely hot. He is
the bane of Candace’s very existence.
Candace has more to worry about than just keeping Jack from chaining himself
to bulldozers, though. She has to keep him from locking up her heart,
too.
This contemporary romance has a touch of sweet, a little-bit sexy, and a
whole lot of fun. It does not have a cliffhanger and contains a
perfect HEA!
Don’t Let Him Go’ is part of the three-book series ‘I Want Morrison.’
Each book in the series deals with a different Morrison sibling and
each can be read as a stand-alone.
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I am a college professor, former park ranger, and anthropologist.
People observation is in my blood. I write contemporary romance
novels that emphasize character development and dialogue.
The situations my characters find themselves in might not be
everyday, but they
could happen.
 
I have always loved romance novels of all kinds, and I’ve been writing
love stories since I was kid. It wasn’t until I was approaching a
very significant birthday that that I decided to write down some of
those stories in full length novels.
 
The Love on Tour series is
a coming together of my love of romance and my love of rock n’ roll.
In particular I am a fan of classic rock (which might be obvious if
you read my books). The titles of the books in the series are
actually the song titles from one particular artist. If you can guess
which singer/songwriter it is you get a gold star!
 
I grew up in Michigan, have since lived all over the west, including
Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, California, and Nevada. I love to
hike, am obsessed with museums, and take my 6’5 husband on
‘adventures’ all over the West.
 
 
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