Friday, March 16, 2018

Read an Excerpt From Kinsale Kisses: An Irish Romance by Elizabeth Maddrey


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She wants stability. He wants spontaneity. What they need is each other.

Colin O’Bryan cashed out of the software company he founded and started a new life in Ireland. Content to wander from town to town as a traveling musician, he had no goals beyond healing from the betrayals that led to his career change, and finding his next gig.

After the death of her parents, Rachel Sullivan hoped her aunt’s B&B on the Southern coast of Ireland would be a place for her to settle and start a new life. Though she can’t deny the sparks in Colin’s touch, his lack of concern for hearth and home leave her torn. Can this free-spirited minstrel win her heart or will Rachel choose roots and stability over love?

This gentle inspirational romance will take you on a journey to Cork County, Ireland and give you a glimpse of Kinsale, Charles Fort, Blarney Castle, and Cobh as Rachel and Colin undergo their own journey of self-discovery as they learn that God's plans are bigger than their own and that waiting on Him is worth the insecurity it brings.


The musician set his guitar aside before he hopped down from the raised platform wedged in the corner of the room and strode after the server. He tapped her on the shoulder and, after a brief conversation, nodded in Rachel’s direction. The server smiled and disappeared behind a swinging door.
The man paced back across the pub and paused by Rachel’s table, offering an impish smile, a dimple forming in his right cheek. “Hi there. Can I join you? It’s a bit crowded now and I’m due for a break.”
Rachel cleared her throat and glanced around. It had filled up. “Um. Sure.” She gestured to the space across from her. “Have a seat. I’m Rachel.”
His smile broadened and he lowered himself to the bench. “Colin O’Bryan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have you been in Ireland long?”
She shook her head. “Just arrived today. I’m visiting my aunt for a bit. What about you?”
“I landed in Dublin about a month ago, but got to Kinsale just yesterday. I’ve been making my way from town to town, singing for my supper and a place to lay my head.”
Rachel blinked. “You mean you’ve booked a tour, right? Have dates and locations lined up where they’re expecting you? Obviously you do this for a living back home as well.”
His deep laugh rose above the hum of conversation in the room. “Oh no. This is just a hobby in the States. But most towns have a pub or two looking for a musician for one evening or, if you’re lucky, a few in a row. And now I’ve a few references as well that help pave the way. If I can’t find a spot, then I find a room for the night and still get to see whatever sights there are to be had.”
The server appeared with two steaming bowls of soup and a plate piled with thick slices of brown bread. She set them down, added a dish of butter and a small teapot, and scooted away before Rachel could murmur her thanks.
“Mind if I say grace?”
Rachel pulled her attention back to Colin. He wanted to pray? With a complete stranger? “No. Of course not.”
She bowed her head then glanced up hastily as his fingers closed around hers. His touch sent tingles flying up her arm.
“Heavenly Father, thank you for bringing Rachel safely to Ireland today and for providing me with a place to sing and rest this evening. Bless this food and the hands that prepared it. Amen.”
“Amen.” Rachel gave her hand a little tug, unwinding her fingers from his. She stirred her soup, inhaling the earthy aroma as it spiraled up from the bowl. “For how long?”
Colin broke a piece off a slice of bread and dunked it in his soup. “How long what?”
“How long will you do the traveling musician thing? If you’ve been here a month, you must be nearing the end of your vacation time.”
He grinned and dunked another chunk of bread. “Let’s just say I’m currently unencumbered with trivial details like vacation and sick days.”
“Ah.” Great. He was unemployed. She was too, but at least she wasn’t content with the situation. She was working on a solution. He was wandering around a foreign country like a nineteen-year-old backpacker with no cares in the world. A killer smile and electric tingles only went so far—there were boys at home who could provide those. If she wanted anyone at all, he had to, at least, be a man. It was all moot anyway, she hadn’t come here looking for a husband and Colin was probably on the first bus out of town in the morning.
“What about you? How long will you stay?”
Rachel savored the rich flavors of potato, leek, and cream before she swallowed. “Through July. Maybe longer, depending on how things go.”
Humor danced in his eyes. “What about your own vacation days?”
Heat flooded her face. She sipped her Coke, grateful for the ice. “How did you put it? I’m currently unencumbered by such things. But I’m looking to see that’s not the case for long.”
He arched a brow but said nothing.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I just buried my father and sold our family business. My aunt is the only living relative I have and, as you can see, she’s in her early seventies.” Rachel nodded across the room to where Siobhan knitted with her friend. “Her B&B can barely keep afloat and she’s not able to handle the workload anyway. I have a degree in hospitality and grew up in the business. So I’m going to help, and, I hope, make a new home for myself here, in the town my father left as soon as he was of age. So keep your little superior smile to yourself. I may not have a job now, but I’m working on it, not kicking back, singing tra-la-la as if bills don’t have to be paid.”
Colin scraped the last bite of soup from his bowl and stood. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad. Thanks for letting me share your table.”
Mouth agape, Rachel watched as he resumed his place by his instruments. He cast a long look in her direction and then, with a slight smile, picked up his concertina and launched into The Wild Rover.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Sam's Story: Book One (Skylar Trilogy 1) by Amy D. Crusan Kramer



In this captivating saga, Samantha Skylar experiences undying passion and endures one horrific act of brutality that sweeps her into the arms of the second most powerful man in the country. Samantha’s journey takes her from the poverty and close-minded attitudes of a tiny, coal-mining town in West Virginia, to the estate of one of Atlanta’s oldest and wealthiest families. This epic trilogy follows Samantha from the age of 14 to 40.

Book One opens in 1978. Sam is fourteen and living in Boone County, West Virginia, a place that isn't accepting of Roe v. Wade or the Equal Rights Amendment. Sam is different; she knows it and her doting grandmother knows it. Neither of them is content with the idea of her ending up the way her sisters did: married to a coal miner and raising another generation of miners and downtrodden women. As the beneficiary of her grandma's love, Sam absorbed her progressive outlook and beliefs, which caused her to question the status quo.

Of course, being different isn't a good thing in a small conservative town, both Sam and her grandmother discover that in the cruelest way possible. Tragedy strikes and we're given a glimpse of the strength that lies within Samantha and how she deals with adversity. The first book follows Sam to Atlanta and chronicles her first four turbulent months in her new city.


Thursday, November 27, 2003

It was 5:00 a.m. on Thanksgiving. Chelsea and I were busy in the kitchen. She
was working on the pies, and I was baking cornbread and cooking up the fragrant mix of
ingredients for the stuffing. My little black and tan spaniel, Dixie, was curled up at my
feet occasionally sniffing the aromas coming from the stovetop and ovens.

I smiled at my sleepy-eyed best friend, leaned down to rub Dixie behind her
velvety-soft ears and announced, “Chels, I’ve never been happier.”

She stopped what she was doing, smiled at me and took my hand across the
kitchen island. “I know. I’m so happy for you. Jake and I both mentioned how different
you seem … like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders.”

“That’s exactly how I feel.” I popped a piece of celery into my mouth and gave
her a sheepish look, “I don’t mean to put a wet blanket on things,” Chelsea looked at me
and I saw the beginnings of an exasperated eye-roll, “but I feel like I’m just waiting for
the other shoe to drop. Like I’m too happy and the fates won’t allow me this much
happiness … they never have before.”

“You’ve more than paid your dues, Sam. Don’t go looking for trouble that isn’t
there; really, let’s not do this today,” she lovingly scolded me. “By the way, speaking of
all your ‘happiness’, what time did Mr. Wonderful get in last night?”

I was unable to suppress a grin at the mention of the incredible man asleep in our
bed. She was right; he was at the root of my happiness. “Late, about a half hour before
the alarm went off.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes, “We’re the only women setting our alarm on a
holiday to get up and cook our tails off for those lazy men of ours.”

“No we’re not! There’s an entire sisterhood of women slaving away in kitchens
all by themselves as we speak. At least we have each other. Women of the turkey baster,

She didn’t seem amused. “You’re not as funny or as cute as you think you are …
especially at this ridiculous hour. I can finish up here. Go back to bed. I didn’t realize
he got in so late. Come here and hug me first!” I grudgingly walked over and endured
her exaggerated show of affection. When we first met, I was not a touchy-feely person;
and she has never gotten over her delight at making me uncomfortable with her displays
of affection. I’m really not uncomfortable with it anymore, but I play it up for her … it’s
all part of us being us. Dixie followed me to the back of the house and the master

I tiptoed into the dark bedroom, removed my sweatpants and crawled in between
the sheets. I lay on my side facing him and listened to his steady breathing. Just looking
at him set my heart to racing. I reached over to brush back some hair that had fallen over
his right eye. I loved to watch him sleep; he looked so peaceful, like a little boy without
a care in the world. He roused a little at my touch, looked at me with sleepy eyes and
pulled me to him. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled the smell that was him. I
finally rolled onto my back and he encircled my body with his arms and legs while his
face nuzzled my neck. I stroked the back of his neck lazily and was again overcome with
happiness and contentment.

He worked one of his hands slowly up under my well-worn Atlanta Braves jersey
and cupped my left breast. His nuzzles at my neck turned into kisses that worked up my
neck, across my jaw and to my mouth. He stopped, as he always did, and spent a little
extra time lovingly kissing a decades-old scar on the left side of my jaw. I smiled as his
kisses became more insistent. “I missed you, Sam. I’m laying down a new law; no more
nights apart, honey,” he whispered in my ear. The fact that he’d missed me as much as
I’d missed him the past few days sent a wave of electric pleasure running up my spine.

“That’s not very realistic, honey, but I like the idea…” My comment was
abruptly cut off when his lips captured my mouth. I parted my lips to receive his tongue
and a small moan of pleasure escaped my lips. God, how can he still make me feel like a
high-school girl with her first crush? My body greedily arched up to meet his.

I felt another tongue begin to cover both of our faces with ‘kisses’. We both
laughed and made room for Dixie to make a nest between our bodies in the soft down
comforter. He wrapped himself around both Dixie and I and began to drift off to sleep
again. I lay there, enveloped in his love and wondered at the journey that had brought all
of us to this point…

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Read an Excerpt From Deadly Chocolate Addiction by Sally Berneathy


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A chocoholic comes to Death by Chocolate, eats Lindsay’s desserts and intimidates her ex, Rickhead. The mysterious man is her new best friend. She gives him a complimentary box of desserts.

After he’s gone, she finds a small brass key under his plate. Surely he’ll return for more chocolate and the key. But he’s murdered, and the Death by Chocolate box leads police to Lindsay.

Is his death connected to the blonde in four-inch heels who demands to talk to Lindsay about her relationship with the woman’s husband?

Who is her husband? Fred? For all Lindsay knows, he could be married, could be a bigamist or even a trigamist. He is an over-achiever.

Lindsay’s life is spinning out of control with lots of questions and no answers.

Is the key a clue to the murder? What does it hide that makes it important enough for someone to kill Lindsay to get it?


A woman in tight designer blue jeans and a low cut red silk blouse strode in. She was beautiful, so beautiful several people—especially men—stopped eating and stared at her. She paused and looked around as if appreciating the effect she had on people. People of the male variety. Her blue gaze—a gaze brilliant enough to put Rick’s contacts to shame—settled on me.
She strode across the room in my direction, her blond hair swaying smoothly on her shoulders with each step. She was about Paula’s size, but the four inch heels on her boots made her appear taller and unnaturally thin, as if a bite of chocolate had never crossed those collagen-enhanced lips. With the heels and her Triple D boobs, I was impressed she didn’t tip over.
There were no empty stools. She pushed between two male customers. They didn’t complain.
“May I help you?” I asked.
Her collagen curled upward in a phony smile. “You must be Lindsay.”
I wasn’t admitting to anything, not even my name, without a lawyer or two present. “We’re full. Can I get you a to-go order?”
The short, balding man on her left slid off his stool, leaving his chicken salad sandwich half-eaten. “You can have my seat, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” she purred, “but I’m not staying.”
Thank goodness for small favors.
A woman at the far end of the counter waved. I hurried down to her. With her medium brown hair and tailored business suit, she was much easier on the eyes than the artificially enhanced Victoria’s Secret model wannabe who insisted I must be Lindsay.
“Would you like some dessert?” I asked the normal woman.
“I would. Can you tell me about the Chocolate, Chocolate and More Chocolate Cake?”
“I’d be happy to. I start with a very moist—”
“Lindsay, we need to talk about your relationship with my husband.” Victoria’s Secret had a low-pitched voice with sharp edges that cut through all the conversation in the room.
I stopped in mid-sentence and thought of the married men I had relationships with. There was my mother’s husband…my father. Unless my sedate father had gone crazy and become a bigamist with very bad taste in women, that wasn’t the right husband.
Trent was single.
Although I know nothing of King Henry’s past, he’s the wrong species for her.
Fred—ah, Fred. For all I know of his past, he could be married. He could be a bigamist or even a trigamist. He is an over-achiever. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

The Dog Walker by Erin Brady and Gina McBride

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When Jane Farley answers a classified ad, she thinks she’s found the perfect summer job. After all, what could be better than taking care of a rich and famous celebrity’s dog? Especially when it means she will be living in a perfect penthouse with picture-perfect views in the most perfect city in the world. And, as a bonus, she finds that the job even comes with a perfectly sexy neighbor that seems to have taken a definite interest in her! Finally, Jane will be living the life she was meant to live.

But then, through a series of misunderstandings, Jane discovers that being perfect isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the penthouse terrace. Is there really such a thing as a “perfect life?” Even if it does come with an adorable dog that has a better wardrobe than Jane does and a walk-in closet full of designer clothes that are too good to pass up.

It doesn’t take long for Jane to find herself struggling between choosing to be someone she has always dreamed of being or being true to herself.

From the authors of "The Merry Plan," "The Dogwalker" is a romantic comedy that proves love can overcome zip codes, trellises, a jealous dog and a tiny identity crisis.  

Saturday, February 24, 2018

The Lei Crime Series: Paradise Drift by Donna B. McNicol

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A fiery explosion sets a new course for the passengers on a charter boat.

What is intended as a relaxing vacation for three childhood friends and their partners becomes a fiery inferno and not everyone will escape.

When the survivors gather a year later, they find themselves involved in a surprising investigation into the events of the prior year.

Will anyone’s life ever be the same?

For readers of the Lei Crime series, this story occurs shortly after the Lei Crime Series book, "Fire Beach". It also follows my first novella, “Paradise Down”.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Dangerous to Trust by Teresa Hill


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As Dr. Grace Evans worked her way from war zones to natural disasters, a mysterious man was always watching over her.

Co-workers at the international relief organization joked that she had a guardian angel. Over the years, she’d come to trust him, despite not knowing his name or how he knew what he did. But if he said it was too dangerous for her team to stay where they were, they left.

Until one day, Grace goes too far, and her mystery man doesn’t get there in time. Held hostage by a dangerous dictator, there’s only one man who can save her.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Destiny (Forever & Always Book 1) by Cindy Springsteen

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Forever & Always ~ Fate - Book 2 in the series coming soon!


Danny and Cassidy meet as teens and fall in love. Their tumultuous relationship brings misery and happiness to Cassidy. The story is told from her perspective and brings the reader into her emotions and trials. Determined and loyal, the once shy girl fights for a love that she cannot let go of. Her belief that Danny is her destiny perpetuates her longtime fight to bring them together.

Tragedy befalls her in her twenties and she has to face the fact that she has lost Danny. Still, their love seems to live on and she meets the obstacles head on. The story walks the reader through her difficult life. At times, you may want to scream at just give up. Her journey will pull at you and make you feel many emotions: love, betrayal, rage and a desperate heartbreak.

Can they learn to let go of a love that always seemed to prevail, or has destiny set a path for them that's beyond their control?

Amazon Reviewer -  What a wonderful love story that spans the test of time. It explains how much another person can truly impact our lives and etch themselves into our hearts forever. A deep-rooted teenage romance that never lets go and definately pulls at every heartstring. This is a well-written book that drew me right into the story. A book to share and pass on to my daughters and to anyone else who has ever felt the emotional roller coaster of undying true love. This is a story that anyone who has ever been in love, experienced love loss or been lost in love can surely relate to. 

Cindy Springsteen is also the author of the Waffles and Pancakes Children's Series 

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