Thursday, February 21, 2019

Read an Excerpt From March and the Single Heart by Vi Zetterwall

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LIFE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LUCK AND LOVE

In a downtrodden and forgotten section of Seattle, Marci Ramirez labors daily toward her secret goal. She has a burden and a pain she carries inside her but she promised herself that nothing will get in the way of achieving her dream; not her crippled leg, not the local gang who threatens her, not the unrequited love she holds for the boy she grew up beside. But promises are sometimes broken and just as a bloody end looms as inescapable, a stranger passes the Coin of Luck her way. Too bad she doesn’t really believe in luck …

This is the third book in Vi Zetterwall's feel-good Single Heart Series. It is a stand-alone story independent of previous or later stories in the series.

Excerpt:

A flashback that Marci Ramirez, the lead character, has about a day seven years ago:

They left the park and walked south back to Rose Street, taking a left when they got there. As they walked, they talked about school and had some good laughs about some of the crazy things they had done or seen there. When they reached halfway past Tenth, Marci pointed out her house. “We live there. The white house with the cyclone fence around it.” They both stopped at the gate. Something special was happening between them. She had never had a one-on-one conversation with a boy this long before. There was something deliciously exciting about it.
Kyle fidgeted a bit. It didn’t seem like there was much more to say. But then he said those simple words that filled her heart with a joy she had never experienced before. Looking back at it, they really weren’t that special, but at that moment, they were a wonderment. “Hey, I didn’t show you my house. C’mon, you got time? I live just over on Elmgrove.”
Yes, yes! I have time. I’d like to know where the future cancer specialist grew up.” She elbowed him playfully in the side. “Then I can tell people I knew you when you were just fourteen like me.”
Kyle laughed. “Actually I’m fifteen. So I am way, way, way older than you.”
Right! She elbowed him again.
Doesn’t matter,” Kyle said, “you’re probably the coolest fourteen year old girl I know.”
Marci laughed, “Just because I can swing the bat, right?” She accepted the additional compliment greedily. Her failure on the diamond was already a distant memory. Now this was the new moment she wanted to live in forever.
Elmgrove was only two blocks north and they were there in no time. They walked half way up the street and there, on the north side, was his home. A very fine two story house, painted yellow, with a wrought iron fence in the front encompassing a small but finely groomed yard with a tree for shade. On the roof were solar panels. Compared to Marci’s house, it looked beautiful. Most of the houses in this neighborhood were run down a bit, but Kyle’s stood out. She complimented him on his abode and tried to suppress the envy she felt. She loved the feelings she had and nothing was going to ruin it for her.
They took the opportunity to sit on a bench on the front porch and talk some more. The fact that he wanted to talk to her more was what excited her the most. She was not a popular person at school. She had no real friends, just acquaintances that were better at tolerating her than others. They talked for forty more minutes about the neighborhood, school and the future. She had never talked to anyone about her own future before and it was exhilarating.
Finally, they both grew a bit quiet and Marci knew the moment was all but over. She stood up and said, “Well, I’d better get back. It must be late and I’m supposed to fix dinner tonight.” Barrio
Kyle, with all his manners, stood as well and said, “Well, it’s been really nice talking to you. You can play on my team anytime. You really can hit the ball!”
Marci beamed. Is that a metaphor? Play on my team anytime? I don’t know, but I like the sound of it.
Thanks, Kyle. I enjoyed talking to you too. Maybe I’ll see you at the park tomorrow…or sometime.”
OK. Or maybe I’ll just come by your house and see if you want to go walking around again.”
Did he just say that? Like a date? Are you kidding me?
Her stomach was churning but she composed herself and simply replied, “Cool. That’d be fun.”
As she turned to leave his porch, he asked one more question. “Marci, you never told me. What happened to your leg?”
No one had ever asked her that before. It seemed most kids pretended not to notice. Usually they pretended so hard that she became uncomfortable around them. But Kyle seemed very different. She liked that he put it right out there.
Oh, I had a bad fall when I was a kid. About four. It didn’t heal right and I had to start wearing a brace to give my leg enough strength to help hold me up. “
Wow. Does it hurt?”
Every minute of every day.
She shook her head. “Nah. I’ve gotten used to it. My mom bought me a new brace last year and it fits better and doesn’t hurt as much as the other two did. I guess I’ll have to get maybe one more and then I probably won’t outgrow the next one. It’s no big deal, really.”
Kyle smiled that great smile of his. “That’s good. I mean, it wouldn’t be good to go walking if every step hurt.”
Marci smiled back. “It doesn’t hurt at all,” she lied again.
I’ll go anywhere with you.




Wednesday, February 20, 2019

O'Malley's Quest by Linda Wisdom


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Bored with excitement, archaeologist Kate O'Malley was ready to settle down until her scheming Irish grandfather teased her with a proposal of one last adventure. And what a doozy!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Queen of the Universe by Geralyn Corcillo FREE

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It's Oscars week, the perfect time to indulge in the award-winning romantic comedy that takes place behind-the-scenes in Hollywood! 

Queen of the Universe is FREE Feb 19 thru Feb 23 on Kindle!
 
TV writer extraordinaire Lola Scott is about to lose her show because she still hasn't cast the role of the dark, brooding bounty hunter Sam. But then HE walks in ... Arlen Black, and he's perfect for the part. One problem. He's not an actor there to audition. Nope. He's the handyman Lola hired to fix her house. And he wants nothing to do with Lola and her show.

But Lola doesn't give up. As she draws Arlen into her zany world of TV production, Hollywood gossip sinks its claws into him. When one paparazzi photo threatens to destroy everything he holds dear, Lola's got to move heaven and Earth not to save the show ... but to save Arlen.

This stand-alone novel is the second romantic comedy in the In Love in the Limelight series.

Here is an excerpt:

Ray is the most amazing assistant in the galaxy and beyond, but I have to say, right now, hes looking at me like he needs to call the psych ward. “I get back from the dentist with your Starbucks, thank you very much, and you're AWOL. And your handyman is Wendy Hunter's new leading man? Lola ...” 
I hold his gaze. “Did you see the audition?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know I'm not off my rocker. Tell me that guy is not the living, breathing incarnation of Sam.”
“He's not an actor. What if he doesn't have any more in him than that one fluke scene?”
“He's Sam.”
“Hmmmm.” Ray takes a deep breath. “So this is that famous instinct of yours. The brash audacity that saves shows. Only now it feels extremely loud and incredibly close.”
“Trust me.”
“Does anyone know that Arlen is your handyman?”
“You're the only one.”
Ray looks at me. Hard. “Lola,” he begins. “Does Arlen know that he's gong to play Sam?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
I can tell Ray's marshaling himself not to freak out.  “He knows he's perfect for Sam. But he doesn't want the job.”
 “What?
“Relax, Ray. I have a plan. He'll be on board in time for the table read next Monday.”
Ray swallows. “Lola, you make actors and directors happy and they never realize how you're lining them up to do exactly what you want. They're egomaniacs and you manage to get the best work out of them. But Arlen isn't a crazy-ass actor. He's a guy. A real-life, actual man. Do you know anything about those?”
“Ouch. Have you been snap-chatting with my mother?”

Enjoy! Free on Kindle thru Feb 23!

Monday, February 18, 2019

Discover the Black Hills Series From Debra Salonen


Happy Book Birthday, BLACK HILLS BILLIONAIRE--Black Hills Rendezvous, Book 2!



I can’t believe it’s been three years since the second book in my Black Hills Rendezvous series came out. Shane and Jenna were two of the most complicated protagonists I’d ever written at that point. Their histories were difficult and entwined in a way that made predicting a happy ending nearly impossible to envision. They came soooo close to meeting, falling in love and living a fabulous life until something unthinkable happened, until a dark force ruined everything.

But when Shane’s best friend sets the game in motion in BLACK HILLS BABY (Book 1), they’re given a second chance–if Shane can get past the guilt he carries from a deathbed promise he made.

Here’s one of my favorite snippets to feature: their First Kiss.
Q: So, when is a first kiss not a kiss? A: When you’re in the Mystery Spot.

“As you can see, this was the bedroom. We’ve removed the furniture to avoid injury, but just imagine what a nightmare it must have been to sleep in a room that seems to be constantly shifting from side to side. We call this the dizzy room for a reason, so don’t be surprised if a stranger is suddenly holding on to you for balance.”
She took a deep breath and walked straight to the middle of the room. Almost instantly, her equilibrium went haywire. She stepped on what looked like a level surface and felt her foot drop a quarter of an inch. Just enough to throw her balance off. She staggered, which prompted Shane to dash into the room.
“Watch out,” she warned.
He weaved to the left like a drunk after a long night at a bar. “Holy crap,” he muttered. “What the he–?”
She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to the wall. He looked slightly dazed. “Wow. What is it?”
“You’d have to ask my dad. Unfortunately, I think the secret went to the grave with him. All I know is it’s very effective. I’ve seen people bob and weave all the way back to their car. I’ve done this tour so often I barely feel it unless I’m in the middle of the room.”
He put a hand to his forehead. “I’ve got the spinners. Like those nights in college when you drank too much then lay down in bed and the ceiling was going around in circles.”
College.
He looked at her so intently she realized she must have said the word aloud.
“Sorry. Wrong thing to say.”
She shook her head. “It was a long time ago. Shall we finish the tour? There’s an exit through the back, but since I have to lock up, I think we should go out the way we came in.”
His usual serious look was back on his face. He nodded and pushed off from the wall to lead the way. He only made it a few steps before listing sideways, like the Titanic after meeting the iceberg. She tried to keep him upright, but his momentum was too great. They both staggered a few steps then crashed into the wall. The wall with the drawing of a four-poster with a patchwork quilt on it, and they landed smack dab in the middle of the one-dimensional mattress.
“This was your plan all along, right?” Shane asked, wrapping his arms around her to keep steady. “To get me in bed?”
She laughed to keep her panic at bay, but to her surprise she didn’t feel the usual fear that came when someone got too close, too fast. In fact, she liked the feeling of being in his arms. Warm. Secure. Protected.
“I’ve seen the same thing happen to other people. Perfect strangers. Dad used to say it was all about a person’s polarity-–positive and negative.”
His eyes were such a deep, yummy brown. Like chocolate syrup. “Does that mean one of us is a magnet and the other iron filings?”
She knew which she’d be. “Maybe we’re both iron filings being drawn to the giant magnet in the wall.”
He arched his neck to look over his shoulder, his skepticism clearly back in place. Laughing, she put her hands flat against his chest and pushed back. She waited for her balance to return, the way it usually did, but if anything, she was even loopier. Her hands wouldn’t leave his shirt. Her breath was shallow and shaky. Because she knew he was going to kiss her.
Kiss. His mouth touching her mouth. No. She didn’t kiss. Or touch. Or… But no words of protest made it out before his lips touched hers.

Available from the vendor of your choice:  BUY.

Or, read the series in Book I of the Black Hills Rendezvous anthology: BUY.



Happy reading,
Deb



Friday, February 15, 2019

Do Wah Diddy Delete: Three Short Stories of Love and Mayhem by Pauline Baird Jones

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When you need a little murder, a little mayhem and maybe a little romance in your life, you need Do Wah Diddy Delete. And there’s a baby. A totally safe baby. But everyone else has a lot of trouble in these three short stories.

Do Wah Diddy Dead

If Miss Weena can put off dying to solve Miss Gracie's murder, then Luci can't play the pregnancy card to get out of playing side-kick. It's not like it will be dangerous. Miss Gracie has been dead for decades…

Do Wah Diddy Die Already

Luci Seymour is out of the murder business and in the mom/wife/B&B business. Until the morning she sees a body in the new freezer. But when she goes to call in her homicide detective husband, she sees the dead guy walk in the front door. Not dead. Not even chilly…

Deleting Dennis

Capri Hinkenlooper thought her name—and Monday mornings—were the worst things in her life, but then her fellow editor and all around slimy guy gets deleted with her letter opener. On the upside, the two homicide detectives investigating the murder are seriously cute…

All three of these short stories were written for anthologies that are now out of print. Technically, of course, they are still out of print, since these are digital, but they are available once more for those who want more Mickey, Luci and her aunts. Deleting Dennis is a stand alone short, written for my daughter who was once an editor in crazy town.

For more mystery, suspense, romance and comedy in Perilous Pauline style, you can look for Do Wah Diddy Die and The Spy Who Kissed Me.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

4 in the Afternoon by Geralyn Corcillo

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For less than the price of a mocha frappuccino, indulge in 4 in the Afternoon, a book of four romantic comedy short stories - one of which kicks off on Valentine's Day! The stories are wistful and wacky, sweet and sexy, hilarious and heartwarming, one and all.

***Miss Understanding in the Ballroom with the Wrench: Jesse and Peter meet at a Valentine's Day party, but each is hiding the one thing that they think makes them un-dateable. Will their subterfuge and all the ensuing misunderstandings wreck everything just as the spark between them is about to ignite?

***All Summer on a Date: The gorgeous Kyle Hunter is taking reformed iconoclast Summer to the party of the year. But when an unexpected dilemma slams into their exquisite evening, will Summer follow her date...or follow her heart?

***Random Acts of Violet: Cautious loner Violet Parker needs a new playbook when her quiet summer on campus collides with an unexpected eight year-old, a monster in the attic, and Noah...

***Jane Austen Meets the New York Giants: The NYT Bestselling true story of true love that kicked off Geralyn Corcillo's writing career.

February and the Single Heart by Vi Zetterwall Excerpt


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HOW MUCH LUCK CAN ONE COIN HAVE?

Heiress and teen genius, Mary Jo Miller, is kidnapped at fifteen and rescued by a reluctant hero. But after her father’s death and a series of calamitous events, Mary Jo is on the streets and must use her brains and savvy just to survive. Eight years later, she finds herself as the primary suspect in an ingenious art theft and, once again, her hero from before must save her. Holding on to her lucky coin and hoping for another happy ending, she soon realizes that all things change and the young man she is falling for may not be her rescuer after all.

A stand-alone novella, this story, the second in the Single Heart series, follows events that occur as a new owner of the Coin of Luck in Life and Love comes into its possession.

Excerpt:

Mary Jo Miller has just been rescued from captivity by a young man she doesn’t know.

They weaved their way through the debris, took a few turns and as they did, a sliver of moonlight illuminated part of the floor before them. They picked up their speed a bit and headed for the door. About then, they could hear the voices getting louder and closer.
Oh God, Pugface and Tall Dude are coming for me!
They passed a doorway into a smaller room and then straight out into the outdoors. The cold air and the outdoor scents almost overcame her.
Oh God, we’re out!” Mary Jo breathed a short-lived sigh of relief as they left the building.
C’mon, double time it. We’ve got to get out of sight in the forest before they get out. How many are there?”
As they ran, Mary Jo called out “Two—I think. I’m not sure.”
OK, just hurry. He led the way to a copse of trees about forty yards from the front of the old power relay station. As they reached it, the young man looked back and could hear the sounds of men running along the side of the deserted building, but he could not see them yet. He grabbed Mary Jo and pulled her down behind a string of bushes. There, sat his backpack and a case of some kind. He motioned for her to keep her head down and gave her the shush signal with his finger up to his lips. Through the bushes he could see two men, standing in the clearing, trying to decide which way to go. Any movement now would attract them. Junior and Mary Jo stayed still and waited. Thirty seconds and three forevers, passed by, then the two men headed into the forest together about sixty yards east from where he and Mary Jo hid.
Mary Jo could see them and which direction they took. For the first time since she regained consciousness, she smiled.
The young man smiled too. “We got lucky. They’re heading in another direction.”
Still smiling, Mary Jo stared back at the young hero and said, “That’s a start.”
As soon as the two men were out of sight and hearing range, the young man stood straight up and helped Mary Jo to her feet as well. “Grab that case and I’ll take the backpack. We need to make some good time heading west. Right now.” He pulled the backpack onto his shoulders and started to leave.
Not so fast, buddy boy. I don’t even know who you are. You got a name?”
Everybody has a name. I told you I am with the Dunn Detective Agency and we don’t have time for this. We need to get out of here now.”
Mary Jo shook her head. “Not good enough. I want to see some ID. I wanna make sure I am not jumping from the frying pan into the fire here. You could be some fucking pervert or wack-job or something.”
The young man rolled his eyes. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and handed her a card. Mary Jo looked it over. Then she looked him over. By her best guess, he was close to 5 foot 10, probably 160 pounds. A bit of a skinny rail, she thought. He had tussled brown hair and was unshaven but his facial hair was light in color and there wasn’t much of it. He had a clear complexion and decent features but he looked like a teenager.
Are you kidding me? What kind of name is this? I need real ID. Something I’ll recognize. You could’ve made this private detective ID card with a computer and a laminating machine. You got a driver’s license?”
Jo Jo, we don’t have time for this. We’ve got to go.” When she didn’t budge, he pulled out his wallet again and handed her his driver’s license.
Damn, is this for real? That’s really your name?”
It’s my dad’s name too. Now can we quit critiquing my parent’s name selection and get the heck out of here?”
Yeah, sure. I just expected, you know, to get rescued by someone normal, not some weirdo misnamed private dick.”
Sorry to disappoint you. Can we go now? And, for the record, I hate being called a private dick.”
OK, sorry. Didn’t know you were so sensitive. I’ll just call you Junior, how’s that?”
Can we go now?” Junior didn’t wait for an answer. He turned and headed out with Mary Jo in close pursuit.
They walked for about ten minutes when Mary Jo offered an observation, “I don’t think this is west.”
It’s not. Just be quiet and keep going.”
Uh, uh. We’re going south. Why? West gets us out of here, right?”
Junior turned around to face her. “Look, those two guys are going west too. They are likely running a parallel path to where we would be if we were going west right now. Sooner or later, they will get closer to us or they will change directions when they realize we aren’t where they are. We need to put some more space between us and them before we head west. Does that meet with your approval?”
You’re scared of them.”
Of course, I’m scared of them! They probably have guns. They are the criminals here. We do not want to run into them again. What part of ‘they want to kill you’ do you not understand?”
I thought you were trained and…well, capable. You’ve got a gun, don’t you?”
I have a flare gun that I was supposed to use when I found you. And if I had a real gun I would not be itching to use it. I am trained. In solving cases. Not in hand-to-hand combat with Mutt and Jeff.”
Pugface and Tall Dude.”
What?”
I call them Pugface and Tall Dude. Anyway I get it. You’re scared and now I’m more scared too. We’re in deep shit, aren’t we?”
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