Blog Tour: Rebel Song Amanda J. Clay


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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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?”


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.
As part of the celebration you can enter the tour-wide giveaway (courtesy of the author) for one of two paperback copies of the book (U.S. only) being given away. Please see the end of the post for more details.

◊ By Beverly Stowe McClure
◊ Series: Breeze
(Book 2)
◊ Paperback: 236
◊ Publisher: 4RV
Young Adult (June 11, 2017)
◊ Language: English
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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.

PRINCESS BREEZE is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and 4RV Publishing.



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.



 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.
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.
For more on Beverly and her writing visit her at her:
The first book in the series is JUST BREEZE.
◊ Paperback: 196
◊ Publisher: 4RV
Publishing LLC (August 31, 2009)
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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.
JUST BREEZE is available on Amazon.
Thanks for stopping by today during Beverly’s visit. Do you enjoy finding books to share with youngsters in your life?
This is a tour-wide giveaway (courtesy of the author) for one of two paperback copies of
the book (U.S. only). The giveaway ends at 12 a.m. (EST) on Tuesday, July 25.
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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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New Release: 15 Days by David C. Garland

Stuart Wright, a veteran sports journalist is heading for Wimbledon on the opening day of the 2008 Championships.

On the train to London he sees a woman he half recognizes but cannot specifically place. The woman (going to Wimbledon with her husband) through a series of coincidental occurrences is not only the first love from his youth but also his dizygotic twin sister! The woman’s husband gives Stuart their home address.

On day two of The Championships Stuart Wright takes the underground from Charing Cross to Wimbledon. On board is a man with a back pack who is acting suspiciously. As the underground train reaches Hyde Park station the man rushes for the door leaving the back pack in the carriage. Stuart Wright wrestles the man to the ground and thwarts an attempted bombing. Back-pack man, as he becomes known, is dishonoured among his peers because of his failure and, shamed, he issues a fatwa against Stuart Wright.

The story relates three events affecting Stuart Wright; his new found twin sister, a man bent upon revenge and actual reportage of the 2008 Wimbledon finals.


About the Author

David C. Garland has worked for and with Jim Henson, Ted Turner and Don King, so diverse has been his career.  After 28 years with United Press International where he started as a newsroom runner, merged into journalism and ended as Director of Sales for Europe, Africa and the Middle East, he joined CNN International and stayed ten years where he eventually became Vice-President Business Development. He then joined Don King Productions in Florida where he was Director of International Sales for six memorable years. In between UPI and CNN, David spent two years with Jim Henson Enterprises.

Upon retirement, David decided to concentrate on his writing and his first novel, 180 DAYS, was published.  This was followed by TERRA NOVA, CALAMITY NATALIE, OFF TO FLORIDA, A DOG’S LIFE and DON KING CAME CALLING, all of which are currently available in paperback and for downloading to Kindle via Amazon.

David’s life, which began in poverty, has been enriched by his family, his friends and by those with whom he has worked over the years.


“15 DAYS” by David C. Garland is currently available in paperback and e-book from Amazon UK and is also available from Amazon US.


Press/Media Contact Details:

 Darin Jewell (David C. Garland’s literary agent)
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Tel. 0208 292 5163

New Release: Death Comes Gift Wrapped by Pat Herbert

It is winter in the Cotswolds and a suspicious death has occurred. Psychic medium ‘Madame Zelda’ is found dead on Christmas morning, an open box of chocolates by her side. DCI Hayley Pascal and her new oppo, DS Artie Frobisher, have little to occupy themselves over the dead time that is Christmas at Oxford Police Station, until the chocolates are found to contain a poisonous substance. Cold cases can wait. They now have a new case to solve: one of MURDER.

There is no shortage of suspects: the victim’s feckless husband Charlie, her simple-minded son Luke and Grant Vaughan, the man she has cut out of his mother’s will. Added to these complications, Hayley Pascal is missing her daughter, who lives with her ex-husband in Paris and who has promised to visit her at New Year, but doesn’t. Here is a straightforward murder mystery in the tradition of Agatha Christie, but it is also a story of ordinary people driven to drastic measures through loneliness, misery and the need for revenge.


Death Comes Gift Wrapped” by Pat Herbert is available in paperback and e-book from Amazon UK. It is also available from Amazon US.


About the Author

Pat Herbert lives in London, England and works as an administrator and receptionist at a private health clinic. She worked previously as PA to the Managing Director of Thomson Books before they were taken over by Penguin.  Pat has written a dozen murder-mysteries to date.  They are:

Reverend Paltoquet Supernatural Mystery Series:

The Bockhampton Road Murders
Haunted Christmas
The Possession of November Jones
The Witches of Wandsworth
So Long at the Fair
The Man Who Was Death
The Dark Side of the Mirror
Sleeping with the Dead
The Corpse Wore Red
Seeing Double


Barney Carmichael Murder-Mystery Series:

Getting Away With Murder
The Murder in Weeping Lane

In her novels, Pat likes to include all the hallmarks of a traditionally British murder-mystery series including quirky characters, dark deeds, humorous misunderstandings, and at times, a touch of the supernatural, and cosy cups of tea.



Press/Media Contact Details:

 Darin Jewell (Pat Herbert’s Literary Agent)
Managing Director
The Inspira Group Literary Agency


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Book Blitz: Love on the Line by Kirsten Fullmer



Date Published: June 2017


Andy may not have pipeline know-how, per se, but she’s got brains and every right to prove that she can do the job. Her estranged grandpa, Buck, believes she has what it takes to be his engineering assistant, and she’s not about to let him down.

 Rooster isn’t a bad guy. He respects women, he was raised by one of the best. But that new girl is too small and… feminine. She’s a distraction, plain and simple, and she doesn’t belong on a pipeline. This job is his chance to impress Buck Brennan, a pipeline legend, and no girly greenhorn is going to ruin it for him.

 Will Andy prove herself to her grandfather and forge a relationship with the old man, or will continuous disagreements and unexpected sexual tension between Andy and Rooster derail their hard work?

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Excerpt From Chapter 12, Love on the Line by Kirsten Fullmer

 Craning her neck, Andy stared down the right-of-way, but there was no sign of Buck. Rooster was now nearly the only man left on site, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to ride back to the access road with him.

As if she’d conjured it, Rooster hollered at her from across the right-of-way.

“Hey, I’ll give you a ride back. Get in the truck.”

“So that’s how is now,” she muttered. Just a hey you, get in the truck. “No thanks.” She yelled back, motioning down the road. “Buck will be along soon, I’ll walk.” Grandpa wouldn’t forget her, she reasoned. She wasn’t being difficult, just…

Rooster hesitated for a second then pulled a sour face and finished loading his equipment on his truck.

“Whatever,” she sighed, turning her back to leave.

The steep slope of the right-of-way as it led down the hill was a problem, but added with the slick mud, Andy had to concentrate on each step to not slip and fall. She’d slogged about a hundred feet down the hill when a noise ahead drew her attention, and she stopped to watch one of the crew trucks slide sideways. Mud flew up behind the truck’s tires like a fantail before the rig straightened out and continued on.

Rooster’s truck started up behind her with a roar, riling her anger even more. Allowing room for him to pass, she moved to the side of the right-of-way, but what looked like a puddle turned out to be much deeper, and to her horror, one booted foot sunk nearly to her knee. Desperate to get her footing, Andy worked to plant her other foot on some sort of solid ground so she could pull her boot loose. Unfortunately, the ground was thoroughly soaked and churned, and every move made her sink further in the mud and mire. Soon both feet were stuck to the point that she couldn’t lift either foot.

Rooster’s truck chugged passed, and she seethed, glaring at his face through the mud-splattered window. Steam likely came out her ears, she thought, clenching her teeth in frustration. Could the day possibly get any worse? Depending how long it took Buck to find her, it certainly could, she supposed. She may have to stand there all night.

Frightened more than a bit by the thought, she tried again to loosen her feet from the mud, but to no avail. She was stuck, no ifs, ands or buts about it. “See what being stubborn gets you, Andy?” she huffed under her breath.

Twenty feet ahead, Rooster’s truck came to a stop and Andy could see him peer into the side mirror to watch her struggle. Humiliation settled like a boulder in her stomach and she froze. Sure enough, right on cue, the day had gotten worse.


“And… she’s stuck.” Rooster muttered.

Turning from the mirror, he leaned back in his seat, removed his safety glasses, and rubbed his hands over his face. As if trying to pretend she wasn’t driving him insane all day hadn’t been enough torture, now he had to rescue her. There was no doubt in his mind that she would not want to be saved, but he’d been stuck in the mud a few times himself and he knew what it felt like. Besides, she was Buck’s granddaughter, and the old man would not be pleased if Rooster left her out on the right-of-way alone. Not that he’d ever leave one of his crew, or anyone else out there alone, he reasoned. Buck had told him over the radio at lunch, that he’d be back for Andy, but he must have been delayed, which left Rooster to do his duty.

He’d known as he packed up, that he’d have to offer her a ride, but of course she’d told him to buzz off. Now he was just as stuck as she was, only this was a trap of his own making.

What a mess. This was supposed to be an epic job, he lamented, the one where he made his mark as a respected tie-in man. Now everything was going pear shaped. First he’d accidentally jumped the boss’ granddaughter, and then the relentless rain and mud had brought work to a stand still for nearly a week straight.

He took another glance in the mirror. She was still there, looking angry as a wet hen. He sighed. Would the memory of kissing the woman never let up? Every move she made reminded him of having her under him. When she was around, he could barely concentrate on the task at hand.

Andy hadn’t said a word to him since that night in his trailer, not that he blamed her. He’d been an idiot all the way around. She was the one woman within a hundred miles that he should stay away from, and he’d known it all along. Yet what had he done? Invited her right in and…

He pounded his fist on the dash. Fate was cruel. He was finally working with the one boss he wanted to impress more than anyone else on the planet, and all he could think about was getting the old man’s cherished granddaughter naked!

His red, tired eyes were drawn once more to the mirror. It was growing dark and Andy was obviously not going to get out of the mud without help. “Damn it all!” He cussed as he reached for the door handle. 


“Well, here it is” Andy said with her shoulders slumped and her arms hanging limp at her sides. . “The moment I finally die of embarrassment…”

Unable to bear it, she turned her head and refused to look at Rooster as he approached, but she could see the scene play out in her mind’s eye. There they were, on the muddy right-of-way, his truck chugging where he’d left it with the door hanging open. He’d be stomping towards her with his fists clenched. Oh, and he’d be frowning for sure, likely more of a black scowl, she amended, adjusting the vision in her mind. He’d slosh up to her and say something snotty and condescending, like “Don’t you know better than to step in the mud after a week of rain?”

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Blog Tour: Boardwalk Summer by Kimberly Fisk


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.


“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.


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

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.
** .99 on Amazon!**

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Killer Party by Lynn Cahoon

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 . .
New York Times and USA Today best-selling
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.
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

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
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,
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.
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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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Watson Girl by Leslie Wolfe

The Watson Girl
Tess Winnett Series Book 2
by Leslie Wolfe
Genre: Crime Thriller, Police


An entire family is murdered and, by a quirk, a young girl is left
unharmed. For fifteen years, she believed the killer had been caught,
and he’s now on death row, awaiting execution. While trying to be
content with her adoptive family, she’s living in relentless
uncertainty and the fear of remembering what really happened that
night when she was five years old. She’s
The Watson Girl.


A therapist has asked her to participate in regression session
treatments to attempt to bring back those lost memories. The closer
she gets to the truth, however, the less time she has to remain
alive. Now, the real killer is going to silence her, before she can
remember the details of that horrifying night, when she was an
innocent witness.


Laura Watson is young, she’s beautiful, and she’s a serial killer’s
loose end.


Join the smart, relentless, and short-fused FBI
Special Agent Tess Winnett
her team in a heart-stopping search for the serial killer who has
managed to stay hidden for many years. Explore the inner workings of
the murderer’s mind, and find out what motivates such predatory,
blood-lusting behavior, while following every twist and turn of an
existence spent taking lives.
Laura Watson’s family was murdered fifteen years ago.
That was only the beginning. His beginning.
If you’re the apple of his eye, you’re already dead.
Special Agent Tess Winnett will
hold nothing back to stop the killer before he takes another innocent
life. She never fails, no matter what’s at stake. Even her own life.


The best-selling author of Dawn Girl is
back with another suspenseful, gripping thriller. If you’re a fan
of David Baldacci and James Patterson, you will enjoy Leslie Wolfe.
Bestselling author Leslie Wolfe is passionate about writing fiction, despite
spending a significant number of years climbing the corporate ladder.
Leaving the coveted world of boardrooms for the blissful peace of the
Florida-based “Wolves’ den,” Leslie answers one true
calling: writing.

Leslie’s novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. Fascinated by
technology and psychology, Leslie brings extensive background and
research in these fields, that empower and add texture to a
signature, multi-dimensional, engaging writing style.
Leslie released the first novel, Executive, in October 2011. It was very
well received, including inquiries from Hollywood. Since then, Leslie
published numerous novels and enjoyed growing success and recognition
in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s most notable works, The Watson
Girl (2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the
mind of a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his
actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.
Leslie enjoys engaging with readers every day and would love to hear from
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