Do you love a good suspense? Still Photo is the perfect read for you. It's got the drama of the teen years and a wonderful storyline. Check out the blurb and excerpt below. Don't forget to enter the giveaway too!

STILL PHOTO

Kim Harnes

Evernight Teen

Upper YA Contemporary Suspense Romance

62,760 words

Evernight Editor’s Pick!

 

"This story is absolutely brilliant. It is the best thing I've read as a fiction editor." — JC Chute

Jess Waterford’s mother is evil. Since she took off seven years ago—just days after Jess’s ninth birthday—without so much as a wave goodbye, Jess has always wondered what happened to her. And despite the end of her mother’s mental and physical abuse, the memories and the scars still remain. Jess conceals the hurt within by practicing her photography, and by spending as much time as her dad will allow with her baseball star boyfriend, Brody Campbell.

Determined to make use of her new camera, Jess dives into photographing everything in sight. But periodically the resulting prints are flawed, ever so slightly: a smudge on a tree trunk; a blemish in the bus window. These imperfections are not as random as they may seem, however, and Brody and Jess soon discover together that each of these pictures combine to form another image—the grisly image of a murder scene, with Jess’s mother as the victim.

As the new photograph takes shape, Jess’s desire to complete it consumes her, and Brody’s health begins to deteriorate. Torn between her quest to reveal her mother’s killer and her continued worry over Brody’s failing health, Jess finally finds the last piece to the puzzle, and the answer sends her world spiraling into depths from which she may never recover.

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14+ for violence, sexuality, and adult situations

Excerpt:

Brody’s temple began to pound with each beat of his heart and he tried to push the pain away with his fingertips. Try as he might, the throbbing continued to grow and he unwillingly exhaled an agonized moan.

“Are you okay, Brody?” Miss Wolfe, who probably didn’t want to witness a second apocalyptic episode in as many days, approached his desk.

Her voice was barely audible to Brody. The pain had grown rapidly and it was now so intense it pulsed bright screams across his forehead and down his neck. “Oh, God,” he mumbled and pressed his face against the desk. “Oh, God, what is happening to me?” He stood, but his head protested and his vision blurred. “Make it stop. Please make it stop.” He pleaded to anyone who would listen to put him out of his misery. His head shrieked again. Or did that noise come from him? “Please,” he begged. “Can’t somebody please make it stop?” Brody stammered and stumbled aimlessly, positive his head would soon explode and end his suffering. His leg banged into someone’s desk. He didn’t feel it, but it was hard enough to move it several meters across the floor. He vaguely heard someone protest as he stepped on her foot.

“Jessica.” Someone whispered her name. He didn’t know who’d done it or where they were but it sounded as if it were inside his own throbbing head. “Jessica.” Was he calling for her? Was someone going to get her? Would she be coming to help him? And could she make him better?

Just when he thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, another squeal of hurt detonated within his left eyebrow and buckled his knees. “Can’t someone please make it stop?” He implored one last time to anyone who may still be within earshot. He crawled across the linoleum, oblivious to anything but the searing sting like a white-hot sword twisting in his temple.

Exhausted and spent, he curled into the fetal position on the floor and waited for death to come and mercifully take him away, because he was sure that was the only thing that would release him from this torture.

His skull opened and whiteness entered.

The warm, bright light comforted him and he reached for it.

 “Jessica,” his head whispered again.

About the Author:

Kim Harnes learned to read at the age of two and never looked back.  Growing up as an avid lover of horror novels, campfire stories, and the obsession with ghost towns and cemeteries, it only made sense that her own writing would incorporate the paranormal, the bizarre, and the unexplained.  She is an award-winning songwriter, an Active member of the SCBWI, and lives with her family and numerous pets in Sparks, Nevada.

 



Website: http://www.kimharnes.com

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Twitter: @kimharnes

“The wheels are turning, Liv. I can see them. What are you thinking?”

“I was trying to decide if I should invite you back to my hotel room.” Whoa! Where did that come from?

His eyebrows raised, registering his surprise, and his pupils dilated, indicating he was very aroused. She licked her lips and swore she heard a low growl come from his chest.

Oh my God. He’s so sexy.

“Here we are, guys,” their waitress appeared with two plates heaped with steaming food. “Waffles and strawberries for both and then an extra plate of eggs and bacon for you.” She set the protein-filled plate in front of Harvey. “Also, a glass of orange juice.”

Liv reached and took the glass from her hand. “Thank you.” She sipped the sweet juice and stole another glance at Harvey. He met her gaze with silence.

What was he thinking now? She’d put it out there. Did he think she was crazy? Who sleeps with someone they’ve just met? Oh, God. He must think I just jump in bed with anybody.

“I’m sorry. That was really forward of me. I don’t...I just...” Now sentences wouldn’t even form. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment. No doubt her face was redder than a tomato. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Gone out with a guy for dinner or slept with him?” His mouth didn’t curve into a smile, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “I wouldn’t have a problem accepting your invitation if you chose to extend it.”

Liv took a bite of waffle, enjoying the crunch with the syrupy sweetness of the strawberry topping. She stared at her food and continued to eat in silence. His fork clinked against his plate too as he ate.

He wasn’t pushing or asking. He’d merely said he would accept if she offered. No pressure. But, what if she was terrible in bed again? What if there was something wrong with her?

Wouldn’t it be better to know right off the bat, instead of completely falling in love with a man and then finding out they didn’t want her because she sucked in bed? Her heart couldn’t take another bashing like Todd had dished out.

But, she didn’t want Harvey to think badly of her for being willing to fall straight into bed with him either.

She kept chewing and staring at her food. A few minutes later her plate was empty. She hadn’t said another word the whole time she’d been eating. Taking a deep breath, she looked up. His plate was clean too.

He was sitting casually in his chair, leaning back a little —watching her. He was gorgeous. She wanted to touch him. To feel him touch her. Damn it. I don’t know what to do.

“Can I walk you back to your room, Liv?”

“Yes.” The answer came before she thought about it.

He smiled and stood, extending his hand to help her up from her chair. She took his hand and fought the urge to shiver at his touch. He dropped some cash on the table and led her to the door. It was everything she could do not to plaster herself to his side on their way out of the restaurant.

The light breeze outside pushed the spicy scent of his cologne over to her. She took a deep breath and wanted to run her free hand across his chest. I’m going to maul him on the way across the street if I’m not careful.

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Ghost Lover

By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb

Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?

Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.

As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…

The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.

CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.  

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Excerpt

The cat seemed very nice and if you’ll tell me where he is now, I’ll go and introduce myself.”

“What cat?”

“The cat in my room last night.”

He set the pillow aside. “We don’t have any cats. Gar hates them.”

“Well, Gar may hate them, but you still put one in my room.”

Brendon rolled over on his back and forced his eyes open. “You found a cat in your room?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see it?”

“No. I couldn’t get my eyes to open. But I felt him jump on the bed, then walk to my chest and lie down.”

“Did he seem really big?”

“Yes,” she replied patiently.

He yawned. “You must’ve met Mr. Finch. He’s an ocelot, about twice the size of normal cat. Never took to domestication, so he spends most of his time in the woods. I haven’t seen him since grade school. Sometimes at night he would come lay on my chest. I found it very comforting. Made me feel safe.”

“Well, how did he get into my room? I keep my door closed.”

“He walks through them,” Brendon muttered as he rolled over to his side.

“What?”

“Mr. Finch is a ghost. Lassier had him imported from South America centuries ago. He follows him around like a hound.”

Senna shook his shoulders. “Brendon wake up. You’re not making sense.”

With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself into a seated position. “There’re some really cool stories about him in the library downstairs. You can ask Gar to show them to you. But don’t tell him you’ve actually met Mr. Finch. He gets all bent out of shape when anyone mentions our ghosts in the present tense. He has no problem discussing them as quaint relics of the past, but the moment they have the audacity to make their presence known to anyone, he goes berserk.”

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AUTHOR INFO

About Liza O'Connor

Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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Wouldn't it be fun if our life was like the movies? What movie would your life be? Are you a superhero out to save the world? Or is your life more Breakfast Club? I'm having Victoria over for an interview today and to share her book. 

Hello Victoria and thank you for visiting today.  Tell us a little about yourself. 

Hi, Melissa, thanks for inviting me to stop by. A little about myself, let’s see…  I love losing myself in a feel-good story. When I’m not writing, I’m usually hid away somewhere reading or can be found at the theater watching the latest flick. I’m a complete movie fanatic. Also an artist. All pretty standard stuff, oh, we do have a pot-bellied pig named Pobby. At 200 lbs, he’s definitely not standard. Yeah, the tea-cup piggy sales pitch? It’s a lie. Jus’ sayin’.

A pig? I bet he keeps your house interesting! Thanks for sharing! It sounds like you have an interesting life. Now on to some personal questions.

If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?

That’s a bit like Disney’s The Kid with Bruce Willis, isn’t it? What we all wouldn’t do for that opportunity. I can think of quite few very real missteps and hurts that could be avoided, but on a light note… Hmm, maybe don’t let Mom cut your long hair into that awful mullet style in elementary school because you will be stuck with two very bad school photos that will haunt your entire adult life.

Those old school photos haunt us all! For what are you grateful?

I’m grateful for so many small things. In 2008 I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. It was life changing, but it was also life awakening. Somehow accepting my diagnosis and fighting the disease allowed me the freedom to finally live, and to live bigger. And for that I’m thoroughly grateful.

That's inspiring! Way to go! If a zombie virus took over the world, how many days do you think you could last before you were infected? And what would you do to postpone the inevitable?

Is this Warm Bodies infected or World War Z? Both were books before movies I should note. Okay, In World War Z, those that were already sick were immune.  So I’m completely safe in a World War Z zombie infested future. Cool.

What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
Besides movies and reading, and up until the last few years, my oldest son and I competed in Shorei Goju karate. I loved it. Now, I’m trying to find something else, an activity where nothing else exists in that space of doing, a total immersion of motion and thought. Maybe paddle boarding? They have a river club here I’m looking into for the summer. Me balancing on an oversized board on moving water, yup, this should be interesting. lol

Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author.

Did you always want to be an author?
I’ve always been a story teller. As a kid, I created a newspaper featuring the kids on our street. My Dad would photocopy it at work and I would distribute it weekly. I also wrote poetry and short stories. We even went as far to send one in to a publisher. It involved a bank robber and a horse named Max.

 What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
As a child, it was C.S. Lewis and The Chronicles of Narnia. Magic. Pure magic. Growing up I discovered Frank E. Peretti. This Present Darkness remains one of my favorite stories of all time because it gave a visual to my beliefs, and that was cool. That’s story telling.  I still have my original copy. Now, I enjoy giggling with the greats in my genre, Sophie Kinsella and Helen Fielding.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?
Coffee and Silence. I’m not one of those authors that can write with music playing because the lyrics interrupt the dialogue happening in my head. I can plot to music, say at the gym, but when writing I need it silent to allow the noise in my head a focused audience. Oh, and I like candy.

Yum. Candy! How did you decide to write a Young Adult a story of late-twenty something’s? Do you feel passionate about that age?

I do, I think in our late twenties and early thirties we are becoming who we are. It’s an exciting time between the families we want for ourselves and the one we have out grown. Often the vision we hold of ourselves is very different than the one our family holds of us, and if were not careful, their vision can hold us back, hold us hostage. Love Like The Movies explores this concept through Kensington’s journey.


Tell us about your latest release: (blurb, excerpt, cover)

Here’s LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES cover blurb:
In this irresistible romantic romp, movie fanatic, Kensington Shaw is thrown into love—Hollywood-style–when her gorgeous ex presents a big screen challenge to win back her heart. What girl wouldn’t want to experience the Pretty Woman shopping scene? It’s number two on the list. Or, try the lift from Dirty Dancing? It’s number five. One list, ten romantic movie moments, and a handful of shenanigans later, Kenzi has to wonder…should she marry the man her family loves, or risk everything for a love like the movies?


LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES excerpt: 

When I see Shane round the corner from the kitchen, it confirms it. I’m wearing a flower wreath, “If You Leave” is playing, and although that’s from Pretty In Pink, I don’t care . . . He’s walking in with a birthday cake. My heart floats high in my chest like a balloon.

This is Sixteen Candles.

And it’s surreal.

Shane smiles. “You need to be sitting up there, I believe.” He nods to the wooden table. “Legs crisscrossed.”

My throat tightens, and I already have tears as I climb up. Folding my legs, I adjust my skirt over them. In the movie, Samantha’s birthday is eclipsed by her sister’s wedding. I feel like my wedding was overshadowed by Ren’s announcement. I’minvisible. No one cares, and my big moments don’t matter. And here’s Shane, just like the handsome Jake Ryan, doing all of this for me.

Just for me.

Placing the cake in front of me, he steps up on the booth then slowly lowers his weight onto the table. “Okay. Good. Wasn’t sure it would actually hold me.”

I laugh through my tears and gaze at him across from me.

Shane smiles crooked. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for . . . coming to get me.” The movie lines are swallowed by my breath. I give a closed-mouth smile, choked by emotion.

Wiping under my eyes, I clear my throat and watch Shane light

the candles. There’s . . . two, four, six . . . “Seven? You have only seven candles.”

Honey-gold eyes flick to mine. He leans in close and says softly,

“I only missed seven birthdays.”

My stomach flutters. I was twenty-three when he left. Seven years ago. Seven birthdays. A lifetime between then and now. But like the song says, it’s like time has stood still.

“Happy birthday, Kensington. Make a wish.”

My gaze drops from his to the cake because I remember the line. 
The scene.

The kiss.

I’m glowing from within. Little nervous butterflies are attracted to the inner light. They may be too close. They could get singed. Gazing up through my lashes, I bite my lip and debate if I should say the line, knowing what follows. Knowing I’m not quite ready. Not knowing what he expects.

But he doesn’t give me the chance.

Placing a hand in front of him for support, he leans over and delivers it. “Mine already came true.” It comes out low, in a breath, his lips a whisper away.

After a beat, he places a slow, lingering kiss on my cheek that causes a frenzy of flutters. Anything more would have been too much. Anything less wouldn’t have completed the scene. There are no more lines.

The credits simply roll over the still frame of Samantha and Jake, frozen in a kiss. The song’s hypnotic melody drones on in the movie, just as it is now. The viewer knows everything will be all right. That Samantha is fine. Someone finally sees her.

Sees me.

Shane always has.



Oh... so exciting. How did you decide on your story plot?
My love of romantic comedies and romantic movies made this story the natural choice, but my diagnosis fueled its production. Our lives should be like the movies. We should live big and without regret of trying, because we are not guaranteed a tomorrow, are we? We don’t always get a take 2 and 3 or 4, so make it count, make it fun. 

Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
I love the movie reenactments of course, but also the Failure to Launch inspired paintball scene mixed with My Best Friend’s Wedding escape. Its quick paced and runs a bit rampant, but it was such a release for the character and so much fun to write. Oh, and the stalking and end in friend scene with Tonya. I do enjoy the physical part of comedy.

Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why?
Kenzi for sure. There is a very real part of me ingrained in this character. But really, Kensington is the reader.  She’s you. You’re living the story through her intimate thoughts and experiencing it through her actions.

Let our readers know how they can get a hold of you…

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Is there anything else that you want to share… feel free!!

As Kensington says… “It’s the magic of boy meets girl, the angst of catch and release, the serendipity of meant-to-be. It doesn't matter if a romantic comedy follows a predictable course, we respond because it's rooted in truth. In magic."

I wish for everyone a bit of magic and hope you enjoy LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES. Thanks for having me over to chat!
xo Victoria

Thank you again for stopping by!

About the Book

A contemporary romantic comedy from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star by Victoria Van Tiem.

In this irresistible romantic romp, movie fanatic, Kensington Shaw is thrown into love—Hollywood-style–when her gorgeous ex presents a big screen challenge to win back her heart. What girl wouldn’t want to experience the Pretty Woman shopping scene? It’s number two on the list. Or, try the lift from Dirty Dancing? It’s number five. One list, ten romantic movie moments, and a handful of shenanigans later, Kenzi has to wonder…should she marry the man her family loves, or risk everything for a love like the movies?

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About the Author

 

Author repped by Jenny Bent of The Bent Agency.  An artist, black belt, mom of two, wife of one, and resident caretaker of the family zoo—including her beloved, pot-bellied pig, Pobby. When she's not writing, she indulges in her two favorite pastimes: a good book and a romantic movie.

Her latest book is the contemporary romance/chick lit, Love Like the Movies.

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I've found some new keepers when authors offer their book for free on Amazon. It also helps them get recognized and pushes their books up on the charts! Check out Krista Ames' book- Second Nature. Who doesn't love this cover??

Second Nature

Krista Ames

Contemporary Romance

The Wild Rose Press

58 pages, sensual heat rating

If a second chance presented itself, would you take it?

When the love of Dana's life leaves without a word, moving on is the last thing she wants to do.  Despite loving him, she believes she will never see him again but, little does she know, she's being set up for a night that will change her life forever.

Nicholas, A Navy man, did the only thing he could to save the woman he loved.  Driven by a secret, he disappeared and now returns, years later, with hope for love.  With one opportunity, will he be able to make things right, or is it just too late? 

Will she resist the desire she has for a second chance or will it be Second Nature?

FREE at AMAZON this week only, March 18-22

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

 She sucked back a sob, her fight slipping away. “I’ve wanted to be mad at you for so long.” She rolled her eyes.   “Why do you have to look so damn good in that uniform?”

          He chuckled and cupped her face in his hands, lowering his head to brush his lips gently against hers.

Instant ignition.

“Oh, God, please don’t.” She placed her palms to his solid chest, feeling his muscled pecks under all that uniform. Her body trembled from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Startled by her immediate reaction to him, she pushed him away.

 “This can’t happen, Nicholas. I’m not young and naïve anymore. You broke my heart once.  I won’t let you do it again.” Whew. She hadn’t been sure she’d actually be able to say those words aloud.

 His hands dropped to his sides, not stopping her when she stepped away.

          “Dana, we need to talk. There’s a lot you don’t know about the night I left.”

 Too little too late.  She needed to flee, but couldn’t think beyond this moment. She wanted this man so much it hurt, but too much pain had been suffered. She turned, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

          He reached for her arm. 

          “It does matter, damn it. At least to me.” He ran his hand through his hair.  “Please stay, Dana. You’re here and this night is about our friends and their wedding. That’s the most important thing right now—being here for our friends.”

She hesitated.  Damn him, he was right. She was here for her friend, even though she was really pissed at Amy for purposely leading her into this mess. Amy knew full well Dana would be a wreck, but she would deal with her friend later. She avoided Nick’s eyes and just nodded in agreement.

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Author Bio:

Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.  He is excellent at bouncing ideas around with and even helps the occasional writers block.  He’s also a terrific “in house” editor.  Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.  

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.  

She loves to communicate with her readers so please feel free to drop her a line anytime.

 

 

 

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I always love sharing interesting books with my readers. Resurrecting Harry's cover is understated but filled with images that leave you wondering. Check out the interview, blurb and excerpt. You'll get more of a taste. Oh and there's a great giveaway too!!

Hello Constance and welcome to my blog.  I’m so excited to have you here today. I know that the readers are looking forward to learning more about you.  Please tell us a little about yourself. 

I live in Ohio with my husband, daughter, and four canine kids. My son, now on his own, is planning a wedding, reconfirming that romance still lives and breathes.

When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, my husband and I spend the hours planning a cross-country motorcycle trip for the not-so-distant future…if we can find a sidecar big enough for the pups.

I'm so glad to hear that you're from Ohio. I was born and raised there. It's the place of my heart even though I've not lived there in years. Now onto some fun questions!

If you could change one thing about our world, what would it be and why?

Boy, that’s a hard question. I would have to say I’d like to see a mass return to the golden rule. If everyone cared just as much about their neighbor as they did themselves, I think we’d see a lot of the world’s problems melt away.

I agree. Too many people are thinking of themselves only. If you knew the exact date of your death down to the minute, what would you change about your life starting tomorrow?

This is a great question. In a way, it’s one I asked myself while I was working on Resurrecting Harry. More than an escape artist performing the ultimate escape, it’s really about living your life for the moment – for today – because we really don’t know what tomorrow has in store for us.

For me – this would be really difficult – but I would want to stop worrying so much. Worry really does have a way of stealing joy.

I have a hard time letting go of my worry and guilt too. When was the last time you felt alive? I mean really alive!

I love music, especially live. So I would have to say when I attended my last concert, which was just this past December.

When was the last time you helped someone that was desperately in need? What did you do? Was this person grateful?

People close to me have told me this is sort of my fatal flaw. When I see a need, I do try to help the best I can. Sometimes, I hesitate because more often than not my attempts at kindness do not seem to be appreciated. However, I work at not letting that change the way I act.

What television sitcom is most like your family? Why?

I’m going to dig into the oldies box here. Whenever we would watch old reruns of Roseanne, my kids would tell me I was just like her. I think, Hope, that it was because we always try to handle the bad things with humor in our house.

I loved Roseanne. She did have a great sense of humor especially with the teen issues! What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?

Without a doubt, reading.

Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author.

Did you always want to be an author?

For as long as I can remember. When I say that I’ve wanted to write books from the time I learned to write words, it’s the absolute truth.

What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?

As a child I would read anything I coud get my hands on. The local librarians knew me by name, and it would be nothing during the summer to go to library daily to check out 2 or 3 new books. As an Adult I really fell in love with paranormal romance. I started reading some Laurell K Hamilton, and also love Sherrilyn Kenyon, J. R. Ward, and Charlaine Harris.


Those are some of my favorite authors too. They fill my keeper shelves. Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?

What ever I’m drinking at the time (Diet Coke or Coffee depending on the time) and music.

What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?

Probably, time management. That might seem odd, but it’s really a task balances the creative side of writing with the business end. It really requires me to be able to segment my time.

Tell us about the birthday release: (blurb, excerpt, cover)

Resurrecting Harry

Devastated by Harry Houdini's unexpected death, his widow, Bess, clings to his promise to deliver a coded message from beyond the grave. She's determined to provide the bridge for him to cross, just like she assisted him on the stage, even if that means befriending her husband's sworn enemy.

In order to save the only woman he's ever loved from self-destruction, Harry puts his afterlife on the line by entering a wager with purgatory’s keeper, who gives Harry a younger face and body, and a new name: Erich Welch. Even with Harry's soul and memories, Erich feels out-of-place and disconnected from everything he once called his own.

Will Erich be able to help Bess recover from her loss and will any good come from resurrecting Harry?

Excerpt:


For Harry Houdini, failure wasn't an option.

Being closed into the old steamer trunk didn't faze him, not even when the familiar sound of a padlock clanking in place echoed in his ear. When water began to seep through the seams, most men would panic, but years of experience pushed down the instinct. He knew his faithful assistant and wife, Bess, had slipped into the spotlight to distract the crowd and raise the tension, just like they'd practiced for hours and performed dozens of times.

While the fans anticipated the worst, he took a slow and measured breath and prepared for several minutes without oxygen.

Harry focused on his center from behind veiled lids and used every last bit of strength to extend his legs. The side of the trunk he'd carefully loosened the night before popped off, and the water now rushed in. With cuffed hands, he felt along the lid, guiding himself out. His hooked pinky swiped the key from beneath his tongue, but the metallic taste remained.

Lifting his legs, he made short work of the shackles binding his ankles and then arched his back, reaching toward the surface. In seconds, the cuffs securing his wrists fell away too.

All that was left was to break the surface and claim his reward. The roar of the crowd and Bess's loving arms were the only two things that thrilled him more than defying death. Her and his fans gave him the drive to succeed.

Light faded away, as if rain clouds covered the sun or as if he was sinking further away from his destination.

His world spun like a child's top. A pulse thumped in his ear and molten-hot blood pumped through his veins. Pure adrenaline fueled the glimpses of his past, which flashed by like the slides his brother, Theo, showed after every vacation. But Harry wasn't watching the events unfold; he relived the memories over and again.

The spinning stopped. He now hung upside down, wrapped tighter than a Christmas present. His Chinese Water Torture Chamber, a straight jacket and the stage of the Orpheum Theatre; Harry might as well be safe at home in bed. He'd free himself from the binds as soon as he pushed his shoulder out of joint.

With a pop, this faded to white too.

Always trapped. Never escaping. No reward.

The spinning continued, like a phonograph record.

Shivers raked his body. In the distance, he could hear a doctor offering comfort and explaining to a sobbing Bess that hope was lost.

Harry saw nothing, just shuddered and listened. Icy water enveloped him; his neck rested on the frosty cast-iron tub. No matter how many times he relived it, he still believed his infection would clear and the fever would break. He may have stood in the shadow cast by the angel of death, but he still denied the inevitable. A burst appendix destroy the great Harry Houdini, master escape artist and expert showman? Never. When the lights fell on his final performance, something grander than illness would extinguish his flame.

Swallowing hard, he fought the quiver in his lips and tried to call out for Bess. Her touch to his cheek would provide the needed strength. The only vision that ever played out completely: he whispered her name and watched his own chest rise and fall for the last time.

Spinning. Spinning.

The cold vanished, his pain dissipated, but the mental torture never ended. Over and over he experienced his greatest challenges, but not the successes. Never completing an escape and returning to Bess's embrace kept him lonely and devastated. What had he done to deserve such torment, and for how long would this agony continue?

Harry always believed in ashes to ashes. When his heart stopped, his mind would too. Anything else seemed impossible, but now he knew different. This was Hell.

But what of the fire and brimstone ol' man Thomas used to preach about on the corner?

As a child, Harry's sainted mother would rush him past Seventh and Main where the elderly man testified to the world. She'd whisper passages from the Torah and remind him his main concern should be this life. Despite his mother's dislike for the reverend, he taught Harry a valuable lesson that would stick with him his whole life: give people a show.

Would it disappoint the preacher to know that, despite what the scriptures said, Hell didn't torture the body with never-ending fires, but focused on the mind? Harry knew this was worse.

His stomach heaved to and fro. Bile bubbled in his gut and pushed its way up, burning his throat, but the relief vomiting would bring never came.

Why won't the spinning stop? Maybe because he allowed it to continue. Change comes from within. That's how he lived his life: for every action, a reaction. Why should death be different?

No more complacency.

He tightened his muscles and stretched his body as taut as possible. "STOP!"

Spinning. Spinning. As if he was embedded on a reel-to-reel film and someone had pushed rewind, but he was through being held at someone else's mercy. Again, he ordered an end to the torture.

The loud clank of rusty gears grinding together sounded, and he felt whatever force kept him tied to this existence snap. His body plummeted and his arms thrashed; pleas turned to screams. Maybe there was something worse than the status quo. Falling faster now, he tensed his muscles and braced for the agonizing pain of hitting the ground.

Soft and comforting instead, like slipping into a feather bed and wrapping up in a patchwork quilt, he felt ground beneath him. And serenity. An end to his anguish? He opened his eyes and wondered if he'd see anything but his past. White padding adorned the walls and the floor, like he'd seen in those mental hospitals he toured while concocting his straightjacket escape.

But Harry wasn't crazy. He was dead.

The air shifted; the temperature rose. Sweat replaced the goose bumps that covered his arms. A body? Harry touched the flesh to make sure it was real. The image of a floating soul now shattered by this reality. Hot, humid air burned his lungs as he leaned against the wall and looked up into the ice-blue eyes of a stranger, who loomed a good foot taller than Harry and was wrapped in tight, black leather like the blacksmiths he'd known in his youth or the cowboys he'd first met out west. Long, black hair veiled the stranger's face. He lit a cigarette and threw his head back, inhaling deeply and giving Harry another look at those bizarre eyes. A shiver rode his spine. "My God."

A bubbling laugh erupted from the giant. "Not bloody likely."

**Nominated for A Grave Tells 2013 Reader’s Choice Award in the Sugar Shock Category
                                                                           ~~~~~~~

How did you decide on your story plot?

I was playing around with the idea of escaping death. You know, they say the two things that are inevitable: taxes and death. I liked the idea of an escape artist who had figured a way around it. A large ego who was good with mind games as well. I came to the realization there was no one more larger-than-life than Harry Houdini, and the details surrounding his untimely death gave me a great canvas to play with the story I wanted to tell. 

Don't you love playing with "what if"? How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?

Well, Bess was Bess, there was no getting around that. For the reincarnated Harry, I decided to use Erich. Houdini’s given name was actually spelled Ehrich, I purposely dropped an “h” because it was, but it wasn’t Houdini. 

I named the celestial being that he bargained with Jaden, a play on the fact that the character is very jaded. 

Do you have a favorite scene? Why?

I have so many in this book! The opening ranks up there pretty high. Houdini/Erich in the dreamstate, his life being played out in flashes before his eyes. It goes back to what I was saying up above about the moments in our lives. I often wonder if what we think is important now, will matter at all late on.

Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why?

It would have to be Jaden. He questions everything and is always challenging Erich’s why. I’m not sure if it’s the writer in me, but I always want to know the why. 

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Reviews

A touching tale that delves into love, responsibility, loyalty, death and grief. I’m going to have to read more on Houdini now. Such a fascinating character! – Shawna Romkey, Author of Speak of the Devil

This charming tale of will make you laugh and cry. Told with such emotive candor we watch as Harry disguised as Erich learns about love, trust, and forgiveness. – Louann Carroll, Author of Gemini Rising

This book is truly one of the best love stories of the ages I have read. So touching. – Kriss Morton of Cabin Goddess

This is an old-fashioned love story with a ghost story kind of twist. – Katie O’Sullivan, Author of Son of a Mermaid

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Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, two ready-to-leave-the-nest children, and four canine kids. Her perfect fantasy vacation would involve hunting Dracula across Europe with her daughter, who also digs that kind of stuff. When she's not writing about fairies, shifters, vamps, and guardian angels, she's working side-by-side with her husband in their hardwood flooring business.

Constance is actively involved in her local Romance Writers of America chapter (MVRWA) and the Southeast Michigan chapter of the United States Pony Club. When not writing or enjoying the outdoors, she loves reality television or can be found at a Rick Springfield concert (just look for the pink Converse high tops).

Constance blogs regularly at www.constancephillips.com. You can also follow her on Twitter or friend her on Facebook.

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I love hot western stories and Decadent publishes many amazing books. Check out this one by Jennah Scott and see if you agree! Don't forget to enter using the rafflecopter below for a $25 gift card!

Garrett and Annaliese each have their own passion in The Devil’s Bond. Garrett loves horses and the land, while Annaliese is a painter.  Today I’m sharing the top 3 for each of their passions! 

Garrett’s Top 3 Horse Breeds

1. Quarter Horse picture is from  http://learntoridehorse.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/quarter_horse.png and approved for commercial use. 

He has more quarter horses than any other breed. Quarter horses can be used for barrel racing, calf roping, and other rodeo events. 

2. Wild Mustang picture is from http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d1/Wildhorsesowyhee.jpg/220px-Wildhorsesowyhee.jpg

You won’t ever find Garrett trying to tame a wild mustang. But they are one of his favorite breeds. When he was a kid he used to dream of living on the land with horses all around him. 

3.  Clydesdale picture is from http://mcmsbrooks.wikispaces.com/file/view/clydesdale.jpg/216224940/284x194/clydesdale.jpg

These horses are so big and commanding, yet graceful. Not a horse Garrett will ever have on his ranch, but he still loves the breed. 

Annaliese’s Top 3 Artists

1. Pablo Picasso: picture from
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2. Asher Durand:  picture from http://benda36.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/asher_durand_kindred_spirits.jpg

3. Leonid Afremov: picture from http://afremov.com/image.php?&id=18866

The Devil’s Bond

by Jennah Scott

Contemporary Western Romance

Western Escape Series

Decadent Publishing

@78 pages

Forced to take a vacation by her boss, Annaliese Becker follows her
muse from Dallas to Freewill, Wyoming.  Once in Freewill, she learns
the gallery where she worked was shutting down.

Garrett Falcon stops at Devil's Tower to fulfill a promise to his
grandfather. Then he saw Annaliese. He'll say it was fate that sent
him to Freewill the next day.  Taking a risk, he falls head over heels
for the pretty artist.

She's on vacation, which means she still has to return Dallas even
though her heart seems to have found a new home. Can Garrett convince
her they were meant to be together?

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Enjoy the following excerpt for The Devil’s Bond:

The clean scent of pine and sage from the prayer ties attached to the trees surrounded her. She added pieces of cloth to her mental checklist of details to include. These prayers represented the people of the area. The sacredness of the tower.

Over the years, she’d learned remembered sounds and fragrances added depth to her paintings.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” She turned around and found a park ranger behind her, his arms folded across his chest. The gold badge on his left pocket stood out against the green of his shirt.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m sorry, but the park closes at sunset. I’m going to have to ask you to make your way down the trail.”

“No problem. I’ll just gather my things and head back. It’s so peaceful out here, I’d like to say I lost track of time. But that’s not true. The sunset was too hard to resist. I’m sure you understand.” She picked up her sketchbook, charcoals, and pencils then placed them in their respective spots in her bag. The sketch she’d started wasn’t complete, but she had enough to continue it once she’d settled into the hotel for the night.

The ranger offered a polite smile and held his hand out to help her stand. “I do, ma’am. It’s very peaceful out here. I’ve spent many nights under the stars, escaping the hustle and bustle of life.”

Oh, to see the night sky unhindered by city lights and sounds. “I can imagine. Have a nice evening.”

As Annaliese moved away from the ranger, she caught sight of another man a few feet off and to the left. The trees kept him hidden from her direct line of sight. Long, shiny, black-as-midnight hair fell down his back. From where she stood, only his profile was visible. He had skin the color of hot cocoa; sharp lines from his cheek and jawbone framed his face. He reached overhead and tied a purple swath of cloth to the tree. His lips moved, and she wondered what he was saying.

He tilted his head back and, for a split second, their gazes locked. She jumped, startled at the intense connection snapping between. A desire to remember his features, paint him, enveloped her artist’s senses.

A gruff sound from the ranger pulled her from her desires and daydreams. It was time to go. Freewill, Wyoming awaited her arrival.

Born and raised in Texas, Jennah is a transplant to Missouri long
enough ago she should probably consider that her hometown. But she
will forever be a Texan. She loves to write any story that will make a
reader smile, laugh, and maybe even cry (although you won't ever hear
her admit that she cries). Whether the next story she writes is
contemporary, urban fantasy, LGBT, or whatever other crazy idea she
comes up with, there will always be love and romance in the midst of
trials and turmoil.
When she's not writing you can find her on Twitter, with her family,
or buried in a book trying to escape reality for just a minute.

Contact links:
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This cover makes me think about the differences between the ages. Dispatches from Paradise shows three women who are all searching for a happily ever after. The author, Shelle will be awarding an autographed copy of the book to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2014/02/book-blast-dispatches-from-paradise-by.html

Miami-based author Shelly Gitlow is the co-writer of the feature film Boynton Beach Club and the author of the novel Dispatches From Paradise.  In her former life, she was a family therapist and wrote several books on quality management.  She divides her time between New York City and Miami.

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I love strong heroines and exciting stories. War's End sounds like one of those stories. Imogene is offering some thoughts on strong heroines and is also hosting a giveaway. To enter use the rafflecopter at the bottom of the post! Take it away Imogene.

War’s End Guest Post Strong Heroines – Hot Passion

 As an author of romance, I know more than a little about how to make my characters yearn and lust. My friends regularly tell me how mean I am to my heroes and heroines — and I just adore that. I don’t want their story to be easy or soft. That’s not who I am as an author. Or a reader.

Where did this begin? Well, I have to be honest, it came from reading books where the heroine got hurt. Now that sounds plain evil, doesn’t it? But I’m a firm believer that heroines can be tough too. They can battle; help the — or sometimes take on the persona of — the hero. The scars and medals they earn along the way give the characters depth. I find that so very sexy as a reader.

After entering the reading market in the 1980’s the bodice rippers the shy retiring females left me flat. Why? Because it seems to me they can’t fully appreciate their role without feeling deep emotions. Unless they are sixteen and have lead a sheltered life (probably in a nunnery), I’ve yet to find a girl/woman who is as retiring as in some books. Now that’s my own personal perspective though.

Don’t get me wrong — I think this is because I like strong willed women who make their own way. For me the epitome of strong women is Tirla (Pegasus in Space), Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager), Sara Brand (Angels Meets The Badman) and even Eve Dallas (In Death Series) who have filled in the gaps for me. They are strong willed and capable. Willing to take chances in both love and whatever particular sticky situation they find themselves in.

That’s not to say heroines can’t/shouldn’t be retiring, just that I want my heroines to have deep and engaged emotions! And being deep characters they can then enjoy the full suite of emotions… including love, loss and the oh-so-rewarding lust. (To be honest, I rather enjoy the lust aspects!) Loss is a great motivator for the heroines. Whether it’s the loss of family, the loss of identity or the loss of love, the characters this gives them a depth of character that they wouldn’t have got as an innocent schoolgirl of the 1800’s… Lust can make a woman take a step she wouldn’t ordinarily – such as entering a relationship with a man who is outside her experience or world. It’s something that makes the whole situation so much more fraught with danger and utterly delicious! Loss leaves scars, and lust gives them experience.

 Love…? Wow!

The ultimate emotion.

This can be the love for a child or a child for its parent and siblings. But in a romance story, its the emotional connection of woman to man. Love can motivate a heroine to take any chance and to do anything. So long as love is at its heart – it can be the strongest and most awesome emotion imaginable. It’s the shining reward for the risks taken.

It’s the payoff… and it’s delicious!

Imogene

Genre: Sci-fiction Romance

Forced apart by war five years ago, Renjiro and Selina have another chance at love. Can they make it work or does fate have other plans?

Without the citizenship of the Federation, Indy pilot Selina Codecko is treated like a second-class citizen. When she gets caught up in a bar brawl she's arrested and finds herself in the hands of the Justice Officers.

Renjiro Ito has dreamed of Selina for five long years. As the Commander of the Justice Officers, the plight of this one woman will turn his life upside down.

But there's more going on than just the fate of one woman—there's a seething underbelly that wants to destroy their newly expanded Federation. The chances of a future together are slim, but they'll take any chances that come their way. Will it be enough?

"Sit down." Renjiro's terse words filled Selina with pain and sadness.

She acceded to his request in silence, holding her throbbing hand against her breast. He squatted before her, his face close to hers, his dark eyes shadowed. His touch was gentle as his fingers traced the line of her jaw. They shook a little and she felt the glancing caress. It warmed her.

He touched a raw spot on her chin and she hissed involuntarily.

"Where else are you injured?"

Selina shook her head.

"Captain Codecko? Selina?"

His gentle words nearly undid her. Tears burned in her eyes and she blinked, hoping to banish them. It didn't work though. They dripped down her face, scalding her frozen cheeks.

Now his hands dropped to her shoulders. "Where else are you hurt, Selina?" His gaze was hypnotic. It drew her words without thought.

"My hand, ribs, and the top of my head."

He frowned and started tugging at her shirt, pulling it free of the loose-fitting pants.

"What… What are you doing?"

He glanced at her, his face taut and strained. "I'm checking your injuries."

Selina blushed, the heat creeping over her face as she pushed at his hands. "No! You can't do that!"

"Just bloody watch me." His rough words surprised her and her hands dropped away. He continued his almost feverish work at her buttons and very quickly he had the shirt open. Selina thanked whatever had made her fasten a bra over her very tiny breasts. With gentle movements, he brushed the old material of her shirt to one side. He hissed through clenched teeth at what he saw. "You need a medic."

"I'm fine. I've lived through this before. Of greater concern to me is whether I'm going to be charged for causing the riot. I was just—"

"I know. Having a quiet drink. We checked the spy eyes. You will be free to go, so long as we can put together a suitable argument. But I have a proposition. One that would help you, I think."

In her experience, propositions never ended well, but she was desperate enough to listen to what he had to say. So she watched in mute silence as he rose. He backed away as she quickly refastened her shirt. Then he paced to the end of the room and back.

"I've just received a communiqué that there's some Indies about to plan an attack on this moon base. I need people I can trust to get information for me."

She waited. But as he started pacing again, it seemed she would need to ask the question. "What's in it for me?"

He stilled.

Selina held her breath. Waiting.

"I might be able to swing an official citizenship for you."

Just like that, he could brush away all the difficulties she had faced since the end of the war. But trusting people didn't come easily. Not for her. "You can just click your fingers and make that happen?"

He faced her again. His eyes shone almost feverishly bright under the lighting of the room. "No. But I know someone who might be able to make it happen, if you agree."

"Why? Why would you help me?"

He smiled. "Because I owe you." 

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Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).

Imogene has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.

In her mother and wife alter ego, she has travelled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.

She blames Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities and later space fleet interest.

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Imogene is giving away 2 eCopies of Wars End.

For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.

I'm excited to share with you this book. Isn't the cover interesting? I can't tell if he's trying to hurt her or protect her. K.F Breene is also hosting a giveaway, so make sure you comment! One randomly chosen commenter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chance of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 
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INTO THE DARKNESS

by K.F. Breene

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:

I’d always been different. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness. Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I collected secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest my oddities be exposed.

Until I saw him. He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features. Something about him drew me. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body. As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.

No one had noticed him. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had perceived.

I had to know if he was real. Or maybe I really was crazy. And even when my secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn’t stop until I unraveled his true identity.

I just had to know.

“She was fated to live.”

“Then why must you save her?”

“Often Fate is struck down by dumb luck.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Excerpt:
As I met his black eyes, his puzzled expression deepened. “You’re human…”

“We established that, yes. What I want to know is, if I am human, what does that make you? And why do I notice you when others usually don’t?”

His head cocked to the side. His easy balance, his lethal edge; he was like a blade resting on billowing silk. “Very few humans are able to withstand our pheromones. Fewer still to break a Kolma once it has been placed. You’ve not been trained, that’s obvious, so how is this possible when you’re definitely human? Do you possess the blood of another species?”

I could barely think past the pounding ache of my body, begging to touch him. I needed to get a grip! He was revealing some very interesting factoids that I needed to jot down in my mental notebook.

His nostrils flared. “Charles was right; your arousal is a unique scent. Like a spicy, warm drink on a mid-winter’s night. It rises above other smells, entrancing the mind.”



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A wine country native, K.F. Breene moved to San Francisco for college just shy of a decade ago to pursue a lifelong interest in film. As she settled into the vibrant city, it quickly became apparent that, while she thought making and editing films was great fun, she lacked cinematic genius. For that reason, her career path quickly changed direction. Her next goal was a strange childhood interest, conjured at the dining room table while filling out a form. For some reason, her young self wanted to be an accountant. Thinking on it now, she often wonders how she had any friends. Regardless, it was the direction she finally took.

While she could wrangle numbers with the best of 'em, and even though she wore the crown as the most outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, her mind got as stuffy as her daily routine. It was here that she dusted off her creative hat and began writing. Now she makes movies in her head, not worried about lighting, shutter speed or editing equipment. Turns out, a computer is much easier to manage than a crowd of actors. She should know, she was an actor at one time.

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Today I'm happy to share Ella Jade's latest book with you. She's a wonderful author and great friend. I love her stories and this book sounds like another winner. Check out her guest post on hot baseball heroes and don't forget to enter the giveaway!

Stealing His Heart Guest Post

Ella Jade

Scorching Hot, Southern Baseball Hero...

When the players take the field this spring I have something for you to get lost in.

Are you into sexy, dirty talkin’ baseball pitchers? Meet Paxton Hughes, the starting pitcher for the Major League Baseball team the Kingston Crushers.

“I know my good girl likes a bad boy and I’m as bad as they come.”

Now who doesn’t want some of that? Pax was such a fun character to create. He has sex appeal and an edgy charm that can make a girl blush. He has the innocent heroine, Sophia, swooning on more than one occasion. But for as raw and naughty as he can be there’s this southern charm that breaks free every time he sees his girl.

He’ll have you burning with desire on one page and then you’ll be gushing over how sweet he can be on the next page. He’s every woman’s fantasy ... including mine. I had a blast creating him. I hope you enjoy him as much as I loved writing him.

“Baby, I have a filthy mind, and you’re on it constantly.” He squeezed her against his side as they walked. “If you could see the things I see in my head when it comes to the two of us, you’d be blushing all the time.”

I hope you’ll consider adding Stealing His Heart to your TBR pile.

Genre: Romance

Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love?


Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.

Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.

While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content

"Can I walk you to your car?" Pax asked.

"Thank you." Sophia got up from the table and took his hand. "I'm parked right out front."

He led her across the dance floor, waving to the few people who were left, and then out to the parking lot.

"It's that one." She pointed to her beat-up car, the one she'd bought her freshman year of college. It was used then but it still managed to get her where she needed to go. "Probably not as nice as what you drive."

He leaned her against the car and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against her chest, strumming loud between her ears. She could smell the beer that lingered on his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed as he swiped the tip of his tongue along his top lip before tilting his head.

"I have a feeling I'm going be seeing you in my dreams tonight."He sighed as he brought his mouth to hers. "Give me something to remember these next few days."

She nodded as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and guided him to her, closing any space between them. When his warm lips touched hers, she thought she would explode. A burn coursed through her and settled between her legs. The mild tingling she'd experienced when they danced was nothing compared to the intensity she felt now.

As he deepened the kiss, his tongue massaged hers. Increasing his hold on her hips, he pinned her between the car and his massive thighs. She tightened her grip on him when his erection grazed her center. Every nerve ending in her begged to be satiated. The ache inside her stomach moved lower until the dampness invaded her panties. Her nipples poked against the thin material of her silk bra.

When she moaned into his mouth, he placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. He looked at her for a moment, pressing his forehead to hers as he stuttered a few words.

"That was…well, I've never…" He ran his fingers through his hair. "You have me tongue-tied, sugar. That doesn't happen often."

Now she wanted to know what else he could do with that tongue.

"You best get in that car and drive away before I…"

She'd never wanted to have a one-night stand more than she did at that very moment. Maggie had said if there was ever a guy to have one with, Pax would be the one. He was a no-strings-attached player. Why hadn't he asked her to go home with him?

"Be safe driving home." He reached for the handle and opened her door. "You have some sweet dreams. I know I sure will."

Sleep? That was the last thing on her mind.

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Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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Genre: Romance 

Some men should come with a warning.

Here's a recipe to share with friends. Take one prickly demonstration cook, handle carefully. Add one lonely widower, slightly beaten. Mix gently. Fold in two six-year-olds, one at a time to temper the batter and avoid scrambling. Then finally, add the mother with an agenda—but just a dash, because she's spicy. Whip into stiff peaks then spread over an ungreased sheet for best results. Method of cooking can vary, however—Caution: Filling is Hot.

Piper Frost is taking a break from men when contractor Chad Thomas crashes her cooking class and turns on the charm. His persistence annoys her but she's already melting, even without his sneaky mother and conspiring twins in the mix. But just when things are really starting to sizzle, disaster strikes. Can Piper save her recipe for happily ever after or is it already ruined? Grab your oven mitts and find out.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and mild language

Note: This book has been previously published.

Time moved sluggishly while Piper and Chad sipped wine, their eyes locked. The space between them felt weighted. As it collapsed into itself, it drew them in too, until they were so close their breath mingled. The faint smell of the crisp wine seemed to be the only thing resistant to the pull. Piper's lashes drooped, suddenly heavy. Just when she felt the barest tickle of his lips on hers a sound as loud as a bowling ball crashing down the stairs jolted them both back to reality. They sprang guiltily apart right before Kenny stormed into the room.

"Missy's not out yet!"

Chad looked at Piper with a mixture of disappointment and apology. "Will you excuse me a second?"

"Sure."

When Chad walked back through the archway a few minutes later the pleasure Piper felt was so intense it terrified her. Shaken, she downed the last of her wine and bolted to her feet, setting the empty glass on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to get going. My work schedule is changing and I've got an early day tomorrow," she said in a rush, practically stumbling over her excuses.

He looked disappointed, but didn't argue. "Okay. I'll get your purse."

She followed him back to the kitchen and waited impatiently while he pulled it out of the drawer. Handing it over, Chad followed Piper back down the hall to the foyer. She wanted nothing more at that particular moment than to put some distance between them, fast, before it was too late.

Her pulse quickened when she realized his intentions. "You don't have to walk me out."

"Of course I do," he said. She could see there was no discouraging him.

They reached her car and Piper moved to open her door, but Chad's palm landed flat against the window, holding it closed. Startled, she faced him, acutely aware of just how close he was to her.

"Listen, I should have thanked you for tonight. I had a nice time." Piper's lame attempt at defusing the tension was obvious.

Chad nodded, his heavenly eyes considering her thoughtfully.

Nervous perspiration started to trickle from her pores. "And you have two really great kids. Say goodnight for me, would you?"

He nodded again. "Why are you running, Piper?" His voice was so soft, so low it was almost a whisper. He leaned closer, forcing her to look up at him.

Her eyes darted to the right when she tried to deny it. "I'm not."

"Oh, that was convincing." He chuckled. "Can we cut the bullshit? You do something to me. Clearly, I'm affecting you. I think we owe it to ourselves to explore it—together."

Piper couldn't formulate a single coherent thought when he was practically touching her, crowding her like this. Chad was much too close, too warm. Way too appealing. The intoxicating smell of him insinuated itself into her nose like a drug and pumped her already careening blood flow even faster through her body.

His control astounded her. There she was, practically firing flames from her fingertips, and he was the definition of cool. She held her breath when he slowly tipped her chin up then lowered his mouth to hers. Piper found herself responding, unable to do anything else. When he eased back his eyes held hers, a captured thing. She only had enough time for one quick intake of air before he dove again and swallowed the breath right out of her.

This kiss was harder, more demanding, and Piper rode the curve of the car like a chamois cloth as he bent her backward. Chad's body molded itself to hers, pressed tight while his fingers combed through her hair. When he finally moved back, he brought Piper with him, returning her to an upright position. Her legs buckled.

"Whoa there," he said, catching her.

He pulled her door open and Piper dropped weakly onto the seat and stared up at him with dazed eyes.

"Where are your keys?" Chad's question barely penetrated her mental fog.

Piper pulled them from her purse and started the engine.

Chad watched her, concern etched on his face. "Hey, are you going to be okay?"

She nodded, completely rattled and not entirely sure what he just asked.

"Open your window. I think you need the air." He smiled and closed the door for her.

Piper lowered the glass and looked up at him, her fog of confusion beginning to clear.

He leaned in. "Be safe. I'll call you."

"Okay," she mumbled.

Piper stared in confusion at her steering wheel. She'd lost her marbles! Where the hell was she going again? Oh right, home, she needed to get home. She hoped she could find her way back from here. She couldn't believe how he'd completely rearranged her gray matter with a kiss.

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I write stories I like to read--contemporary romances with identifiable characters and themes. Life is hard. Love makes it bearable. If you enjoy stories with heat and humor, I have a title for you.

I'm a pampered wife, lucky mom to three amazing sons and one wonderful daughter-in-law, and I recently became a very young grandma. I should probably underline the word very. Oh heck, why not the word young too? Nah, you get the picture. I'm also the daily monitor of one naughty dog with attitude.

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EMERALD ISLE TRILOGY

Boxed Set

By Renee Vincent

One man risks his life to save her.

Another risks his heart to love her.

Who will be the victor?

Three of Renee Vincent’s bestselling and critically acclaimed historical Viking romance novels are now available in one spellbinding bundle--yours for only 99¢ (limited time offer)

Full of fast-paced adventure, unforeseen plot twists, and courageous, to-die-for heroes like you’ve never read before, this extraordinary boxed set is sure to satisfy every readers’ craving for the ultimate in historical Viking romance.

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Ræliksen, Book 1

Mara, the daughter of an Irish clansman, was raised to believe the men of the North are heathens - murderous pagans without a moral bone in their bodies. Despite warnings of the Northmen's raids, and the growing threat of another incursion, Mara is continually drawn to her favorite place - the River Shannon.


Dægan Ræliksen, a wealthy chieftain from Norway's frozen fjords, secretly discovers Mara at the water's edge. He is charmed by her beauty and sensuous grace. As the days pass, his contentment with simply watching her grows thin. He can no longer deny his unabated desire for the young maiden. His search for a wife has ended.

However, Mara and Dægan come face-to-face in a time when Ireland is in turmoil - when every Irishman is being called up to fight against the Nordic foreigners. In these times of upheaval, how can Dægan make peace with Mara's father and acquire the woman he treasures? Furthermore, can Mara move past her fears and find the noble man within the savage?

Teaser Quote:

“You are correct in saying that desires often come from things we cannot easily gain—mine, being that of your love. By all accounts, I do wish I could steal it. But I am not that sort of man. I will wait. Forever and a day…I will wait.”

Reviews:

"This is my first read by Renee Vincent and she has undoubtedly earned a place on my auto-buy author’s list. This book and author earn my highest recommendations and I feel privileged to have read one of the best.”

~ 5 Stars TOP PICK ~ Night Owl Reviews

"…a fast-paced, action-packed historical romance, which Ms. Vincent brings to life right before your eyes; a story you will remember long after the last page is read."

~ 5 Blue Ribbons! ~ Romance Junkies 

Mac Liam, Book 2

A tortured soul…

Breandán Mac Liam, the strapping young hunter from Ireland’s lush forests, is in love with Mara, an ineligible beautiful princess. For seven long years, he has been vividly haunted by her memory, taunted by the throes of his heartache. And not even the thought of her marriage to a Northman can extinguish the fierce, burning desire running rampant through his heart and soul.

An innocent heart…

Mara, the spirited Connacht princess, has no idea she is the object of the Irishman’s longing. She is living out her days on Inis Mór, raising a troubled son and trying to endure the cruel loneliness that afflicts her.

A deadly secret…

Ordered by the king on his deathbed, Breandán must return to Mara and bring her through the perilous lands of Connacht to fulfill her father’s last dying wish. But as their worlds collide, Breandán not only finds himself wrapped in the arms of Mara’s embrace, but thrown into a struggle to defend his honor.

With Mara caught between the family she loves and the father she knows, can Breandán uncover the mystery of her past and still protect her from a secret that threatens them all?

Teaser Quote:

“Mara, you are my next breath. You are the reason I breathe at all.”

Reviews:

"This is one fantastic historical…a must-read for anyone who enjoys historical romance and I cannot wait to read the final book of the trilogy as this story has stayed with me days after I read the last word."
~ 5 Hearts "5 Heart Sweetheart Award" ~ The Romance Studio 

“Ms. Vincent surpassed all of my expectations with her impressive writing abilities, while offering more incites and revelations that will keep readers coming back for more. Readers should be warned of the emotional turmoil they will face once again while reading this incredible story. I eagerly anticipate the next story in this trilogy, yet already mourn the finality."

~ 5 Stars TOP PICK ~ Night Owl Reviews

The Fall of Rain, Book 3

Leif Dæganssen, an archeologist from Norway, is determined to trace back his Scandinavian roots as far as the Dark Ages and find proof of their existence on the Emerald Isle. After several years of living off the west coast of Ireland, he finally uncovers an ancient artifact—an intricately decorated chest with pagan carvings—buried beneath the very porch of his coastal cottage. Knowing it only confirms the presence of a glorified Norse-influenced settlement on Inis Mór, he’s determined to establish a link between himself and those who once inhabited the rugged isle. 

For as long as she can remember, Lorraine O’Connor has had dreams of a Norse warrior kissing her. And even though she’s never fully understood the reason for her vivid subconscious imagination, she welcomes the meaningless and wanton pleasure of being in a Viking’s protective embrace—until the day she meets that brazen Northman on an impulsive vacation trip to Ireland. 

Though blindsided by the relevance of her dreams and the strange familiarity of the man within them, Lorraine can’t help but feel a deep-seated intimacy toward Leif. And the more she gets to know him, the more she’s convinced they’ve shared a life together in a time long forgotten.

Are the clues to their ancestral past hidden within the contents of the chest or buried deep within their hearts?

Teaser Quote:

“What Lorraine has told you is the honest truth. There’s no denying who you are. But until you go in that house and dig up the evidence for yourself, you’ll never know who you used to be. Oh, I know you’ll realize it one day. By then, I fear it’ll be too late. So, don’t be a fool and let the only woman you’ve ever loved slip through your grasp. Three days, Leif.”

Reviews:

"I didn't believe it was possible to take Daegan and Mara's incredible love story to another level, but I am extremely pleased to be wrong. Every word seemed to have a purpose in helping create a beautiful and poetic ending to an unforgettable trilogy. If you've never heard of the name Renee Vincent then you're missing out on quality reading that's worth every second of your undivided attention. It's an escapists dream and I will most certainly be back for more."

~ 5 Stars TOP PICK ~ Night Owl Reviews

"An ingenious ending to an amazing trilogy! This series has become my all-time favorite."

~ 5 Blue Ribbons ~ Romance Junkies

Author Bio:

RENEE VINCENT is a bestselling Contemporary & Historical Romance Author. From the daunting, charismatic Vikings, to the charming, brazen Alpha male heroes of modern day, you’ll be whisked away to a world filled with fast-paced adventure, unforgettable romance, and undying love.

She also writes lighthearted, fancy-free Chick Lit Romance as GRACIE LEE ROSE. For those who love to read fun, wholesome, and endearing romantic stories (with a smidgen of spunk) that your mother, sisters, friends, and daughters can enjoy.

 

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Cowboys are the newest hottest attraction. I love a man who is strong and silent and stands beside you. They work hard and play hard. The Texas Cowboy  looks like an amazing read. What a hunky cover too! Check it out for yourself and be sure to enter the giveaway!

From the #1 Amazon bestselling author, Katheryn Lane, comes an unforgettable romance set in the heart of Texas.

Everything’s bigger in Texas, including the problems.

When Vicky flies into Texas, she immediately falls for the charms of local cowboy, Jack Cassidy. However, her wealthy Dallas cousin, Laura, has other ideas and will do everything she can to steer Vicky away from Jack and into the arms of a rich oilman.

Jack is resigned to living the life of a lonely cowboy whose only female company is his horses—that is, until he meets Vicky. However, Vicky isn’t the only person with a claim on his heart. Jack wasn’t always alone and his ex is about to make a dramatic comeback.

Every cowboy has a past and this cowboy’s past is about to destroy his future.

“You can’t take his picture, Victoria!” Laura whispered.

“Please, call me Vicky,” Laura’s cousin replied. She held up her phone and clicked. There on the screen was a picture of the man opposite them, captured forever for Vicky to look at as much as she pleased, whether Laura liked it or not.

“I don’t know how people behave where you come from in England, Victoria, but here in Dallas, we don’t go around taking pictures of strangers, especially cowboys.” Laura lifted up her iced tea with her perfectly manicured fingers and took a small sip.

“But look at him. It’s such a great image.” Vicky pointed directly at the man standing across the street from the cafe where they had stopped for a drink. He was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a large cowboy hat, which was tilted slightly over his left eye. In his arm he was holding an orange Hermes box tied up with a brown ribbon. “It just seems to sum up Dallas, doesn’t it? A tall, sexy cowboy, holding an expensive, designer box.”

“Victoria, I don’t see what’s so interesting about him. He’s probably just some ranch hand on an errand. I would never have suggested sitting outside, if I thought you were going to take photographs of strange men.” Laura signaled to one of the waiters for the bill.

“I’m sorry, but my friends back home will just love this picture. I had to take it.” Vicky looked up from the image on her phone to the flesh-and-blood version that was waiting on the other side of the road. The cowboy caught her eye and winked at her. Vicky looked at her cousin. She was looking for change in her purse. Vicky looked across the road and winked back. She could feel her cheeks turning scarlet. She wasn’t sure whether it was because she was embarrassed about defying her cousin, or because she had just made a pass at a complete stranger. She would never have done something like that back home in England, so what made her do it here in Dallas?

“I don’t believe it,” Laura said. “It looks like he’s coming over. Drink up. We’re leaving.” Laura stood to go, but it was too late. The cowboy had already crossed the road and was striding towards them.

“Howdy, ma’am,” he said with a long, slow drawl that sounded like molasses pouring from a spoon. He held out his hand to Vicky and she took it firmly in her own. She glanced over at Laura, but Laura kept both her hands tightly clasped around her Prada purse.

“Please excuse us. We were just leaving,” Laura said, looking around for the waiter.

“Well, that’s a real pity. I was going to offer to buy you ladies a drink.” The cowboy smiled at both of them, showing off a set of perfect teeth that shone white against his tanned skin.

“No, thank you,” Laura replied, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of her purse and securing it under the sugar bowl on the cafe table.

“Another time maybe. My name’s Jack, Jack Cassidy. Give me a call next time you’re free.” He pulled out a card from his shirt pocket and handed it to them. Laura shrank back as if he were trying to give her a rattlesnake.

“Thank you, Jack.” Vicky took the card and looked at it. His name, Jack Cassidy, was printed across the middle and there was a phone number in the bottom left-hand corner. It didn’t give much away. “I’m Vicky Baker and this is my cousin, Laura Hanson.”

“We really must be going, Victoria,” Laura said through pursed lips.

“You ain’t from around here, are you, Vicky?” Jack replied, ignoring Laura’s glares.

“No, I’m from Gloucester, in England. I’m just here in Texas for a few weeks visiting my cousin.”

“I’ve never been to England, but they say it’s real pretty. Welcome to Texas, Vicky. Give me a call sometime and I’ll show you the sights. I might even be able to show you a few things that your cousin doesn’t know about.” He gave her another broad wink and tipped his hat.

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I'm a wife, teacher, author and mother of two boisterous boys, so most of my days are taken up with finding lost school shoes, getting stuck in traffic and wondering why I always join the queue that doesn't move in the supermarket. However, I try to forget these daily problems (and the fact that I burnt the toast again this morning) by losing myself in a good book and writing novels that give readers a break from everyday life. 

Open one of my books and escape on a romantic adventure, because it's easier to buy a book than it is to book an air ticket. 

Have a break, read a book!

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