Blog Tour: Hacienda Moon by Kasonndra Leigh

 

Gothic Romance

Date Published: 10/31/17

Centuries ago, his ancestor fell in love with a woman cursed by a jealous witch. No one believed him until it was too late. Eric Fontalvo was determined to prove one thing… that a family curse didn’t cause his father’s death.

The plan was working until the day he found her…again. Suddenly his life changes forever, and he is forced to question everything he believes.

Moving into an old plantation house was just what Tandie Harrison needed to recover from tragedy. So she writes a book, a story based on a man in her dreams. There’s only one problem though… the characters from her novel keep showing up on her doorstep.

And then she finds a diary written hundreds of years ago.

As if that isn’t strange enough, she meets him…the man from her dream, someone who reawakens her psychic power along with something else from long ago.

Can Eric and Tandie’s love destroy the force keeping them apart? Or will darkness win again?

Hacienda Moon is a new classic tale of two lovers crossing time. A seductive tale of one woman’s journey to confront the demons of her past and to find the courage to face her future. It is a mesmerizing novel that explores the deepest depths of human nature, and the characters will hold and haunt you long after you have read the final chapter.

Purchase Links: Amazon, Author Website

 

About the Author

Author of the Bestelling Lost Immortals Saga, Pathseekers and Musical Interlude Series, KaSonndra Leigh is also a mother, blogazine owner, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. She believes in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring her favorite show ever back.

 Strange things about KaSonndra: Everything. She’s weird, odd, unusual, and generally tends to make people think she swooped down from another planet. Maybe she did. Who knows? She’s also a member of the #zombiesurvivalcrew on twitter. So if you need protection from the upcoming apocalypse, don’t hesitate to call on KayLeigh and crew! 

KaSonndra was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when she’s not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals Saga setting). Most of her characters are based on people that she has met throughout her travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with KaSonndra as if she has known them her entire life. Does this freak her out? Not really. Her mom says that one day she’ll get kidnapped by one of these folks. KaSonndra’s response? She told her mom that if it weren’t for these lovely people, then she wouldn’t be able to create such fabulously romantic stories.

 A few other tidbits about KaSonndra… She has watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. This is her explanation regarding her obsession. She figures that if she keeps watching the film enough times, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in her backyard. Yes! KaSonndra has a huge imagination!

 Contact Information

Website: http://kasonndraleigh.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/kasonndraleighbookspage

Twitter: http://twitter.com/kasonndraleigh

Blog: http://livewellbefabulous.com

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/alestasia

Author Amazon Pagehttps://www.amazon.com/KaSonndra-Leigh/e/B0066W7GY4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1509246020&sr=8-1

 

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Not Dead Yet by Samie Sands

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Not Dead Yet
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 4
by Samie Sands
Genre: Horror, Post- Apocalyptic
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The AM13 Outbreak has affected everywhere, the entire world has
experienced infection.
 
Victims of the virus are no longer human, they’ve changed, become something
scientifically impossible. With their loss of human function and
their new lust for flesh, there’s only one word to describe them…
 
Zombies.
 
The world is divided as everyone tries to work out how to survive. Many
have already lost their lives
in
the fight, but there are still a few who are not dead…
 
Yet!
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Don’t miss the other books in the AM13 Outbreak Series!

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Lockdown
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 1
Forgotten
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 2
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AM13 Outbreak Series Book 3
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Samie Sands is a 28 year old freelance graphic designer who has recently
decided to follow her lifelong dream and use her creativity in a new
way by writing.

She has a degree
in Media Studies and PR and has already had articles published in a
number of e-zines, including one of the most popular pieces at Zombie
Guide Magazine. She has also had short stories included in a number
of successful projects.
She lives in a small seaside town in the UK, but loves to travel to gain
inspiration from new places and different cultures.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Dream On by Stacey Keith

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Dream On
by Stacey Keith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Deep
in the heart of Texas is a small town where secret wishes have a
funny way of coming true . . .


With a nine-year-old daughter, an overdue light bill, and a job slinging
burgers while zooming around on roller skates, Cassidy Roby is not
living the glamorous life. But Cuervo, Texas, has its charms: quiet
streets, loving family, and the down-home familiarity of knowing
which of your neighbors are mean as snakes. With Cassidy’s
reputation, she knows what will happen if she steps a foot out of
line. But how can she help it now that Mason Hannigan’s back in
town?
As Cuervo’s high school quarterback ten years ago, Mason was all
rock-hard abs and yes-ma’am manners. Now that he’s living the
glitz and glory of the NFL, he’s all that plus a couple million
bucks. The desire blazing between them is too hot to hide. Cassidy
has some experience getting her heart broken by the hometown hero—and
having the whole world watch her try to pick up the pieces. Will
adding fame, fortune, and paparazzi be a playbook for disaster—or
lead to the biggest adventure of her life?
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Cassidy spotted Mason’s car parked in front of the Double Aces Bar & Saloon and braked hard enough to skid. She froze, petrified that he might see her and think she was stalking him. Of course, he would go there with his friends. Not much else to do in a town this small. She could easily imagine the reception they’d gotten from regulars who’d watched every game on Jimmy’s big screen. There were a handful of women who sometimes hung out there, too. Kayla, for instance. With her boobs. Cassidy refused to let herself think about Kayla.

She slid off her ten-speed and walked it across the street where the awnings created deep shadow. He couldn’t see her now, but through the window she could see him perfectly. He and his friends were shooting pool. For a moment she just stood there taking it in, the lazy dangerous strength of his body as he lined up a shot, his easy smile, the way his forearms rippled beneath the rolled-up shirt sleeves. And despite her earlier contentment, a wave of desire crashed over her so fiercely, her knees went weak.

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Stacey Keith is the award-winning author of the Dreams Come True series
(Kensington Books), DREAM ON, SWEET DREAMS and DREAM LOVER, in
addition to A WEDDING ON BLUEBIRD WAY with New York Times Bestseller
authors Janet Dailey, Lori Wilde and the talented Allyson Charles.
 
Twice a Golden Heart finalist, Stacey has won a Maggie, two Silver Quills, a
Jasmine, a Heart of the Rockies, and over fifteen other first-place
finishes in Romance Writers of America contests.
 
An avid writer of fiction, nonfiction, poetry and short stories, Stacey
doesn’t own a television, but reads compulsively—and would, in
fact, go stark raving bonkers without books, which are crammed into
all corners of the house. She now lives in Civita Castellana, a
medieval village in Italy that sits atop a cliff, and spends
her days writing in a nearby abandoned 12th century church.
 
The two things she is most proud of are her ability to cook pasta alla
genovese without burning down the kitchen and swearing volubly
in Italian with all the appropriate hand gestures.
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Blog Tour: The Revenge by Carol Kravetz

TITLE: The Revenge

RELEASE DATE: October 2017

AUTHOR: Carol Kravetz

CATEGORIES: Suspense/Crime/Thriller

 

SYNOPSIS

Six months have passed since Paul, Dave, Cathy and Krista met and solved their first case together. Now an established power team in their precinct, the detectives are inseparable. A convict Paul arrested five years earlier in Brooklyn is released from prison, where he has been plotting a cruel revenge against Paul. He first makes his presence known with sabotage on Paul’s car. Then an attempt is made on Krista’s life. But these are only warm-ups, mere teasers for what he really has in store. With the abduction of Dave and Cathy, Paul and Krista soon learn their friends’ lives hang in the balance. They have no clues to find their friends and they know time is running out. Paul’s nemesis always seems to stay one step ahead. Even with a tip that finally puts them on track, the ex-con calls all the shots and Paul and Krista can only fear their friends will never be found or, if they are, it will be too late.

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About the Author

I was born and raised in Northern Ireland, near Belfast. I emigrated to Canada in my mid 20’s and while there, started writing. My day time job was as a medical secretary to various health care professionals but my spare time was dedicated to my writing. I lived in Canada for 12 years and during that time had almost completed seven novels in a series. After living at home for a year, I moved to the United States and continued my career as a medical secretary. My writing was shelved for just a little while during my time in the States but, since my return to Northern Ireland upon my husband’s retirement six years ago, I have been able to resume my hobby and complete the seventh novel.  My first novel in “The Bathville Books” series, titled “Murder is Just the Beginning” is published through Ravenswood Publishing and is available on Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com, Amazon.ca and Barnes & Noble. “The Revenge” is the second novel in “The Bathville Books” series, taking place 6 months after the completion of the first novel. I currently work fulltime within the Education Authority and dedicate as much time as possible to my family and my writing.

EMAIL: carolkravetz@outlook.com

FACEBOOK: http://belfastlady.wixsite.com/mysite, https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=bathville%20books%20-%20%22murder%20is%20just%20the%20beginning%22, TWITTER: http://www.twitter.com/carol_kravetz

 

 

 

 

 

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Blog Tour: Her Final Watch by Marguerite Ashton

 

Title: HER FINAL WATCH
Author: Marguerite Ashton
Publisher: Endeavour Press
Pages: 296
Genre: Crime

 

BOOK BLURB:

Speaking second-hand truths can be deadly …

Detective Lily Blanchette will stop at nothing to solve a murder. Her current case involves the killing of an undercover cop working to bring down the mob for prostitution and drugs.

But Lily’s usual laser-like focus on the case has been disrupted.

Two weeks earlier, she learned she was pregnant by her murderous husband whom she’d killed in self-defense. Unsure whether to keep her baby or place the child of this cruel man up for adoption, Lily keeps the pregnancy a secret from her colleagues.

Under mounting pressure to solve the case, Lily arranges a sit-down with a local mob boss only to find out her suspect is also wanted by them. But before Lily can warn her team, she and her new partner, Jeremiah, are shot at, and another body is found.

When she discovers Jeremiah has a connection with the underworld, she is pulled into a conflict that swirls around the boss’s son who’s hell-bent on revenge.

To add to the complexity of the situation, Lily learns that her victim might still be alive if it wasn’t for opportunistic Assistant District Attorney, Ibee Walters, who has a twisted vision of justice.

As Lily gets closer to finding the killer, she unravels ugly secrets that point to Ibee and Jeremiah – placing Lily’s life and her unborn child in danger.

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Book Excerpt:

Detective Ariel Weeks stabbed at the small block of ice until it split into several pieces across the counter. She tossed the jagged cubes into the glass and made her client a drink.

In less than twenty-four hours, Ariel would no longer have to use the name Jasmine and keep men company to protect her cover. All she needed to do was make it through this last night and she’d be allowed to be who she was; a mom just doing her job.

After gathering evidence and recording all the data she had, it would be hard to detach. Towards the end, she’d learned things she wished weren’t true, leaving her stomach in tattered knots.

Back at home, there were two reasons Ariel would never take on another undercover assignment.

Click.

Ariel ground her teeth as the door to Cabin D opened and closed. She could feel Mikey Surace, the mob boss’s son, staring at the backless white dress she wore at his request.

The man who smiled at the sight of blood was standing behind her, breathing heavily.

 

About the Author

When Marguerite Ashton was in her twenties, she took up acting but realized she preferred to work behind the camera, writing crime fiction. A few years later, she married an IT Geek and settled down with her role as wife, mom, and writer. Five kids later, she founded the Crime Writer’s Panel and began working with former law enforcement investigators to create; Criminal Lines Blog, an online library for crime writers who need help with their book research.

She’s a workaholic who hides in her writer’s attic, plotting out her next book and stalking Pinterest for the next avocado recipe.

A member of Sisters in Crime, Marguerite grew up in Colorado, but is now happily living in Wisconsin and playing as much golf as possible.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

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Book Blitz & Giveaway: She Do Run Run by Amy Swifton

 

Romantic Suspense

Date Published: September 26, 2017

Publisher: Broadback

 She Do Run Run is a fast, double-shot-of-espresso read. Its heart-racing story can be consumed in a few quick hours.

Jenny’s life is shattered when her Special Ops husband is killed. To escape the pain, she falls into a dangerous cycle of random sex and booze, and one night she kills a violent man.

She runs off into the unknown, desperate to survive and change her life. That’s when Lieutenant Jon Dowling appears.

Purchase Link: Amazon.

 

Excerpt

Enraged, KC bounced off the bed, faltered, then whirled about to face me.  He broke for me, spitting threats and curses, his giant shadow of a body charging.  I felt a twist of terror in the pit of my stomach.

I slipped the Luger from my purse easily—feeling the cool, sticky grip.  There was no time to shout out a warning.  He was coming—a charging, killing animal.  I squeezed off two shots.  The impact stunned him, jerked him erect.  Froze him.  I could see his eyes, wide in the bright flash of yellow neon.  He heaved out a loud breath, like a snort.

“You shot me, you bitch!  I’ll kill you!  You f***in’ shot me!  I’ll kill you!”

He came at me, a big angry bear reaching.  I fired two more shots.  I watched in horror as he teetered, and stumbled backwards off-balance.  He bounced off the wall, face blank, and dropped like a heavy sack.  I felt the thud of his body shake the floor under my bare feet.

I stood breathing, sweating, heart kicking.  I knew he was dead.  I didn’t need to check.  I mean, I shot him four times, for Chrissake!  Did anyone hear the shots?  I strained my ears.  Dead quiet.  Were there people next door?  Would someone call the police?

Strangely, I felt calm—incredibly calm.  Where was the shock?  Methodically, I slipped the handgun back into my purse.  Then I realized I was naked.  I found my clothes, slipped them on, turned the room lights on dim and searched the room, refusing to look at KC, making sure I hadn’t left anything: still had my earrings, watch, phone, purse.  Would there be finger prints?  Maybe.  I knew, from some of Kyle’s police buddies, that prints were hard to find.  I hadn’t touched many things.  I hadn’t even drunk from a glass or used a towel.  What about hair in the bed?  A broken nail?  No time to search.  Impossible anyway.

I turned off the lights and slipped out of the motel into a dark humid night.  The motel office was 70 feet or so away and, fortunately, I hadn’t stepped inside the office with KC when he registered.  I had not been seen.  I listened for police sirens.   Nothing.  Strange.

We had come on KC’s motorcycle, leaving my car in the bar’s parking lot.  I’d have to walk the five miles or so, and I did, keeping my head low, edging along in the shadows.

When I arrived back at the bar, the parking lot was still bloated with motorcycles, trucks and old dinged up cars.  I glanced about, saw a couple locked in a kiss near the front door, climbed into my car, cranked the engine and drove away, still feeling oddly calm.  Why?  I had just killed a man.

The police would soon be looking for the killer, of course.  The bartender had seen me, and the man who had moved to give me his barstool, had seen me.  Would they remember what I looked like?  As far as I knew, they were the only ones.  No one knew my name or anything else about me.  Still, there was no doubt the police would find some evidence.  If there was hair in the bed, they’d run a DNA test.  This was Florida after all, and Florida cops weren’t stupid, at least not the ones Kyle and I had known.

So, what now?  I drove, and drove, and kept on driving.  I lost track of time and place, my mind soon entranced by the blurring white lines of the road, by the hum of the car engine and the expanding, chilling realization that I’d just killed a man.

 

About the Author

I’m a Florida-based writer, who loves all things romantic, with a shot of suspense.  I also love to write Time Travel Novels.

When the characters keep me up nights, I feel good about the story.

 

Contact Links

Website: https://amyswifton.wixsite.com/mysite

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

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17123580.Amy_Swifton

 

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Blog Tour: The Selkie’s Tale by Nora Malone

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Book: The Selkie’s Tale
Author: Nara Malone
Genre: Virtual Reality/Romance

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Synopsis

Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie, summon seal across the ocean, summon man from beast—liquid keys to break the curse. Freed one night every seven years, Ronin is doomed to repeat that cycle into eternity. Unless he can find a woman powerful enough to resist a selkie’s irresistible pheromones and sex magick.
Maille believes she lost reality between Maine and New Mexico. Between where she is now and where she should be. She believes in facts, not magick. But facts can’t explain how she wound up naked on a beach with the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. Or how she knows in her bones that losing herself in the passion Ronin offers is a path to disaster.
It’s going to be a long, hot, wet night. Caught between sex magick and a sexy selkie, disaster is inevitable for Maille. To break the enchantment she has to rely on the oldest magick of all—the power of love-drenched hearts.

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Whether it’s a shapeshifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM romance where love digs into a character’s shadows, Nara believes romance should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually, emotionally, and sometimes physically.
Nara Malone is an award winning novelist and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines, and digital publications.
Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she’s not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.

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An Excerpt From: THE SELKIE’S TALE
Copyright © NARA MALONE, 2013
Tears.
Ronin was so tuned to the presence of a woman’s tears that he could swear he heard them fall. While hearing a tear hit the surf on the other side of the ocean was a stretch, there could be no mistaking the scent or the taste. Each woman’s tears were unique. These tasted of secrets and sorrow. Ronin held each on his tongue, decoding subtle clues and catching one after another.
Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie. Liquid key that broke the curse for one night. Sunset to dawn.
Ronin had twelve hours exactly on this night of Mabon, the autumnal equinox.
Obsidian black with foaming mane and tail, his liquid steed bucked and galloped across the Atlantic in the time it took a cloud to glide across the face of the rising moon. At the edge of Wolf Harbor, his ride dissolved into thrashing breakers along the jetty.
Seven tears summoned the beast across the ocean, carried the selkie to his intended on enchanted waters. Seven tears summoned man from beast.
The scent and taste of her—cool and crisp as new snow—washed through him, renewing his withered spirit. A vision of her tear-streaked face, framed in a wild mane of dark locks, was like a sun rising in his heart. Her need gave him power. Her hunger drove him up on the rocky barrier.
Metamorphosis clamped him in its jaws. Transforming Ronin form seal to man. He writhed and moaned like some great sea slug, belly down in a kelp pile. Bones shattered and reformed. Skin spilt at the seams until at last he crawled from the prison of his pelt. All indignities and agonies made bearable by the promise of holding her.
Growing taller with each breath, Ronin scrambled to his feet. Nothing equaled the sheer exhilaration and power of standing erect.
Ronin reached to the sky, and turning to face each of the four sacred directions, he named the elements. “Earth, wind, fire, water, I bow to your power. I am nothing on my own. Embrace the frailties and powers of this human form. Lend me your strength as I do the Goddess’s will.”
The wind carried a wolf song from shore. Tipping his head back, Ronin turned toward the moon, his voice rising to unite in song with his shape-shifting cousins. None but a being who walked the earth as both human and beast would recognize the subtle tonal differences and encrypted messages that signified the human souls beneath those canid hides. The pack leader’s solo answer welcomed Ronin ashore and promised no interference with his mission.
Satisfied, Ronin shook out his long hair and turned to face the wind. Heavy locks whipped back from his face and fanned out across his shoulders. A wave broke, colliding with the boulder he perched on. The resonant boom vibrated in his bones, cold spray making him shiver.
Maybe it was the remnants of the storm spinning up turbulence. Maybe it was the moodiness of autumn setting in, or maybe because it had been longer than usual since he’d last tumbled in clean sheets with a willing female, but tonight felt different.
Heat emanated from the water. Power dissipated by the goings-on at Shadowling, the magickal manor perched on the cliffs. The priestesses and their servants would be celebrating the Mabon, but the woman on the beach was not of them. Her tears didn’t carry the telltale electric zap of power. If she had power, it was dormant yet. Her summons had been born of innocent despair.
As such she was tonight’s innocent recipient of his eternal penance.
Shrugging off the mood, Ronin stashed his pelt under a cairn of loose rocks and dove back into the water. He had eleven hours and fifty minutes left. He wasn’t going to waste one second more than he had to. Still, he had to proceed cautiously.
She’d summoned him without knowing he existed, or the workings of his enchantment. Most women didn’t embrace strange men who walked naked from the surf.
Pity, that.





Blog Tour: Nadya’s War by C.S. Taylor

 

Title: NADYA’S WAR
Author: C.S. Taylor
Publisher: Tiny Fox Press
Pages: 300
Genre: Historical Fiction

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Nadezdah “Little Boar” Buzina, a young pilot with the Red Army’s 586th all-female fighter regiment, dreams of becoming an ace. Those dreams shatter when a dogfight leaves her severely burned and the sole survivor from her flight.

For the latter half of 1942, she struggles against crack Luftwaffe pilots, a vengeful political commissar, and a new addiction to morphine, all the while questioning her worth and purpose in a world beyond her control. It’s not until the Soviet counter-offensive at Stalingrad that she finds her unlikely answers, and they only come after she’s saved the life of her mortal enemy and fallen in love with the one who nearly kills her.

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Excerpt

Seven of us zipped through the overcast sky, a dozen meters beneath the cloud layer. Gridnev flew lead and a girl named Tania from First Squadron flew on his wing. Alexandra and I cruised next to them about thirty meters away. I pictured myself as a modern version of my ancestors who rode into battle on horseback, courageous and strong. If only they could see me now, sailing through the air to drive off the invaders. I wondered if they’d be proud or jealous. Maybe both.

The four of us escorted a flight of three Pe-2s from the 150th High-Speed Bomber Regiment across the snowy landscape. That unit was led by Lieutenant Colonel Ivan Polbin who I’d heard was quite the commander. I’d also heard he enjoyed music and sang well, like me, which made me think we’d get along—even if he was a die-hard communist and loyal to Stalin.

The twin-engine Peshkas flew nearly as fast as our fighters, something I was grateful for. I’m certain the three crew members inside each bomber were thankful as well, since unlike the German Heinkels and Stukas, these planes were tough to catch for any aircraft. That being said, I was glad I was in my Yak-1. I wouldn’t have wanted to fly one of those bombers at all, no matter how prestigious they were. They were still big targets, and far less nimble than the fighter I had. I prayed we’d keep them safe.

All the Pe-2s, however, did have fresh, winter paint jobs. Their off-white and tan colors hid them well in the surroundings, and if I wasn’t paying close attention, I’d even lose sight of them from time to time. Their target was a rail depot the Germans were using to bring in supplies and troops headed to Stalingrad. Obliterating it would disrupt logistics and force the Luftwaffe to keep it safe once rebuilt.

With luck, the Germans wouldn’t spot the Peshkas until the bombs were already dropping and they were headed home. I fantasized about how easy of a mission this could be as we went deeper into enemy lines. Those thoughts almost turned into dreams as the drone from my fighter’s engine combined with the dreary sky nearly put me to sleep, despite the digging pain in my arm.

“Tighten up, Little Boar,” Gridnev called out over the radio.

My eyes snapped to the formation. I’d drifted away from the bombers by a good fifty meters sideways and at least that in altitude. I glanced over my shoulder to see Alexandra off to my right. She’d stayed with me even as I wandered. “Reforming now. Thought I saw something below and wanted a better view.”

 

About the Author

C.S. Taylor is a former Marine and avid fencer (saber for the most part, foil and epee are tolerable). He enjoys all things WWII, especially perfecting his dogfighting skills inside virtual cockpits, and will gladly accept any P-38 Lightnings anyone might wish to bestow upon him. He’s also been known to run a kayak through whitewater now and again, as well give people a run for their money in trap and skeet.

 

 

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Christmas at the Candied Apple Cafe by Katherine Garbera

 

 

 

There’s nothing so magical as Christmas in New York…

Santa is coming to New York!

Snow is falling, excitement is high and the delicious scent of chocolate drifts along Fifth Avenue – the Candied Apple Café is ready for Christmas! And no one is busier than publicist Iona Summerlin. With so much to do, she doesn’t have time to think about men, dating, or the fact her last boyfriend ditched her for her brother… Relationships are off the menu!

Hotel boss Mads Eriksson is not looking forward to the first Christmas since losing his wife. His six-year-old daughter Sofia has lost her belief in Christmas magic along with her mother, and he has no idea what to do. But an unusually festive business meeting at the Candied Apple – and meeting the beautiful Iona – starts to defrost Mads’ frozen heart, and suddenly life seems full of light and sparkle again.

If only they dare to believe, maybe all their Christmas dreams will come true!

 

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Garbera is a two-time Maggie winner who has written more than 60 books. A Florida native who grew up to travel the globe, Katherine now makes her home in the Midlands of the UK with her husband, two children and a very spoiled miniature dachshund.

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Twitter @katheringarbera

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Iona has cancelled on Mads but he’s decided to go and see her in her workplace and try to convince her to do business with him.  He shows up unannounced at the Candied Apple Café.

 

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The Candied Apple was slammed with customers and everyone was working behind the counter. According to the buzz she heard around the shop and in the back in the café, the windows were a big success. Cici had left after the photo shoot to go back home to her baby, Holly. She was only two months old and Cici was trying to balance working with being a new mom.

Iona had jumped behind the counter, having grown up working in her family’s department store so she’d cut her teeth working on the register and customer service. And they’d run out of the advent calendars filled with unique chocolate treats for each day. Iona had worked with a designer to make sure the boxes matched the windows on the storefront.

Iona wove her way through the crowd to the storeroom behind the kitchen where the boxed Advent chocolate calendars were stored. They had three more shelves of them and though they were already a few days into December, the boxes proved to be a top seller.

She jotted a note on the huge whiteboard that they used for inventory counts that Hayley might need to do more chocolates for the advent boxes.

Then she took a huge armful, trying to balance the chocolates while opening the door with one arm. Her mother was always scolding her for trying to carry too much in one trip, but it worked.

Ha.

She stumbled into someone, yelping as she lost her balance. The boxes started to slide as the man caught her and a child’s hands tried to catch the boxes and keep them from falling. Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Entangled Summer by Michele Barrow-Belisle

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Entangled Summer
by Michele Barrow-Belisle
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
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She’s done everything to forget.
He’ll do anything to help her remember.
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They say our dreams mask secrets.
Secret desires.
Secret fears.
Secret truths.
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20 year old Nora Dultry’s dreams hide even more. They’re a gateway to
the man of her dreams, and an escape from her painful past. She’s
fantasized about him for years, and when he mysteriously walks into
her summer teaching gig, she never dreamed she’d question whether he
was the one she truly wanted.
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But her former fling Troy Bellisaro doesn’t just own Wanderlust
Academy…he’s her boss, he still has her heart strings tied in
knots—and he’s hiding secrets of his own.
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One of them will be her dream come true. One, her waking
nightmare.
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Untangling the truth could make this dream, her last.
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“Humans are the only creatures on earth, whose emotions are
irrevocably entangled with their memories.”
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The red velvet curtains parted and the lights dimmed. It was only a preview, a way to give the students an idea of how all of the elements came together to make a whole production. The music, lighting, voice acting and of course the marionettes… the part he’d given me, and the one thing of the three I knew the least about.

“You’ve got this Nora.” Troy reassured me. “Just keep moving your hands, and don’t let your strings get caught.”

So that’s what I did. Or what I tried to do. I held my puppet next to his. He danced his in a two-step, to the delight of our young audience. I wiggled the sticks like I’d been shown. Immediately my puppet tripped over both of its feet and hurled uncontrollably into Troy’s. It was as if I was dancing on stage next to him myself. Equally awkward, and totally embarrassing. The snickers and giggles grew into an uproar of laughter.

Troy groaned. “Thought you said you knew how to do this.” He moved behind me, the full length of his body sliding against me as he did. A tingle rippled down my spine.

I looked up over my shoulder at him. “No, you said, I knew how. I said I was all thumbs.”

He glanced down, his face a mere inch from mine. “How is your thumb?”

“Fine.”

“And…” he scanned me from head to toe, “the rest of you.”

“Also fine.” I blushed, remembering the way he’d pulled my bruised thumb to his lips, before he pulled my lips to his lips, and then…

He tugged. I tugged. Until all that remained was a tangled mess of strings and bodies. Wooden bodies.

“Perfect.” He deadpanned. “You didn’t want strings, well, we’re entangled now aren’t we.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. Either way, he was right. We were entangled. And there were most definitely strings attached.

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A dreamer at heart, Michele Barrow-Belisle has always lived with one
foot in this reality and one foot in another, one of her own
imagining. So it follows that she would grow up to write about and
sculpt the characters from those enchanting worlds she knows and
loves so well. As a fan of everything romantic, her young adult
novels are populated with witches and vampires and faeries. Michele
resides in southern Canada with her hubby and son who indulge her
passions for writing, reading, lattes, and most of all
chocolate.

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She also loves shoes.
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Did we mention the chocolate?
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Follow the tour HERE
for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!
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