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A Murder, A Kidnapping, & One Woman Who Never Gives Up . . . Twenty-two-year-old
Fina Fitzgibbons stumbles upon a throttled woman in the heart of
Brooklyn Heights and discovers that the dead woman's four-year-old
grandson is also missing. She begins a wild hunt for the
strangler-kidnapper, Ralph. During the chase, she resists falling in
love with her boyfriend, Denny, an NYPD patrol officer, steps on the
toes of Detective First Grade Jane Templeton, and uncovers secrets about
her own past. In the end, Ralph has a deadly surprise for Fina.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Make Me a Real Girl (Witches of The Demon Isle Book 1) by Rachel Humphrey D'Agile - FREEBIE!
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The Howard Witches, three siblings charged with protecting The Demon Isle…
Charlie, the werewolf.
Michael, the empathic death reader.
Melinda, living under self-inflicted house arrest. Her gift: prophetic dreams of people about to die.
Their mentor, the four-hundred year old Vampire, William Wakefield. Charming, ridiculously handsome, and walking a dangerous line between sinking into darkness and living in the light. In constant temptation to declare his love for the one witch that could be his undoing.
The story begins with an unsolved murder. One that will change everything…
Come stalk the streets of The Demon Isle… you’ll go up against witches, vampires, werewolves, demons, guardians, shapeshifters, ghosts, ghasts, mermaids, faeries and a host of other devious supernatural creatures waiting to wreak havoc on The Demon Isle. Where fans of the paranormal come to vacation and immerse themselves in fantasy. Where magic comes to life, mysteries abound, and you might just find yourself laughing, crying, and most definitely, falling in love.
In Volume One:
Melinda Howard is the Demon Isle’s weird girl. The one that’s been holed up in the Howard Mansion for the last four years. Why? No one knows the truth except her family... a long line of witches charged with protecting the Demon Isle, along with their mentor, the four-hundred year old Vampire, William Wakefield.
Another reason Melinda doesn’t mind her self-inflicted imprisonment. She gets to spend her days with the charming vampire, who also happens to be her best friend. Only now, she’s spending her night’s with him too. He just doesn’t know it…
Any other girl would enjoy the nightly thrill of her vampire crush invading her dreams. But not Melinda as her dreams have a tendency to come true. Although typically, they don’t include the handsome vampire she’s crushing on, but rather horrifying visions of people about to die.
But she cannot stay under self-inflicted house arrest forever. And if her brothers or William get their choice in the matter, Melinda will be out of the house partying with her friends, giving her affections to a human, not a vampire, and digging into her role as a witch.
A role her eldest brother Charlie lives for and a role her second brother Michael would rather live without. Nevertheless, when duty calls, usually from the local sheriff needing help with some tourist who’s gotten themselves into trouble, life screeches to a stop, and duty takes over.
Such is the case when the sheriff needs help with an unsolved murder investigation; one she fears has a supernatural cause. To assist her in the case, she calls upon the skills of The Howard Witches.
However, what they learn might be more than any of them can deal with, or accept. Worse yet, they fear what this discovery will do to Melinda, as it returns them all to the core of her self-imprisonment.
Back to the lives, she could not save...
Friday, January 30, 2015
Reflections on a Writing Career by Author Peggy Webb
At
a time when most women my age are slowing down and/or retiring, I
continue to burn with the love of storytelling – as well as burn
the midnight oil. I started writing in 1985 and haven’t been
without a deadline since. My early work was in contemporary romantic
comedy. Next I turned my pen to women’s fiction, comedic cozy
mysteries, and literary fiction (written as Elaine Hussey).
My
body of work includes 70 plus novels in multi-genres. Currently, I’m
writing another literary fiction novel, planning a stunning project
for fall with two other USA Today bestselling authors, and revising
eight romantic comedy classics to bring you the Sunday Cove
series. These books are just plain fun. The first three are
available now and a perfect way to get through the winter – Naughty
and Nice, Birds of a Feather, and Disturbing the Peace.
I
am still on fire with writing, and I think that’s what growth is
all about – having a great passion for what you do. Though I make
very few rules, preferring instead to be live spontaneously and be a
seat-of-the-pants writer, I do follow my passion. I take risks, too,
and always, always believe in myself. I hope you will, too.
Peggy
Webb is a member of PEN as Elaine Hussey and is the most prolific
writer the state of Mississippi has ever produced. Learn more at her
websites, www.peggywebb.com
and www.elainehussey.com.
First Page Check List by Author Ruth A. Casie
I've
been catching up with my inbox. It was getting out of hand. Between
being in my cave writing, Thanksgiving and the holidays well, lets
just say I needed an intervention. One of the gems I unearthed was a
post by Ray Rhamey of the Flogged
Quill,
The Challenge: Does This Narrative Compel You To Turn the Page?
It's
the first page that grabs the reader. Many times its the first
sentence. Here is Ray's first-page checklist:
- It begins connecting the reader with the protagonist.
- Something is happening. On a first page, this does NOT include a character musing about whatever.
- What happens is dramatized in an immediate scene with action and description plus, if it works, dialogue.
- What happens moves the story forward.
- What happens has consequences for the protagonist.
- The protagonist desires something.
- The protagonist does something.
- There's enough of a setting to orient the reader as to where things are happening.
- It happens in the NOW of the story.
- Backstory? What backstory? We're in the NOW of the story.
- Set-up? What set-up? We're in the NOW of the story.
- What happens raises a story question-what happens next? or why did that happen?
I
remember the first draft of my first story. I eagerly read it at
literary group meeting to three well published authors. I
had worked hard on the story especially the opening. I saw it as a
movie. The first thing I see in a movie is the setting. So,
I diligently, and meticulously, described the scene.
Are
you laughing? They loved the description. They told me to save it for
someplace else but to come up with something more compelling. It was
replaced with a fight scene.
Think
about some of the books you've read or written. How did they begin?
What did you like, or not like about it?
Knight
of Rapture, the second in the Druid Knight series, releases late
March, 2015. For more information, visit Ruth at
www.RuthACasie.blogspot.com
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Thursday, January 29, 2015
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Cinderella, P. I. Around the World (Cinderella, P. I. Mysteries Book 4) by Juliet Kincaid
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CINDERELLA, P. I. AROUND THE WORLD Join Cinderella, P. I. in EIGHT NEW ADVENTURES. Along with our clever detective, search for a missing Prince Charming–not her own, but Snow White’s–in “Cinderella and the Mysterious Blonde.” Other missing persons include a Muse, Cinderella herself, and two kids–Cinderella’s own younger son and her little girl. Investigate a surprising development in “Cinderella and the Tooth Fairy” plus mischief and mayhem in “Cinderella, Bewitched,” “Cinderella’s Matchless Case,” and “Cinderella and the Man in Charge,” all twenty years, three kids and a few extra pounds after the ball.
CINDERELLA, P. I. AROUND THE WORLD Join Cinderella, P. I. in EIGHT NEW ADVENTURES. Along with our clever detective, search for a missing Prince Charming–not her own, but Snow White’s–in “Cinderella and the Mysterious Blonde.” Other missing persons include a Muse, Cinderella herself, and two kids–Cinderella’s own younger son and her little girl. Investigate a surprising development in “Cinderella and the Tooth Fairy” plus mischief and mayhem in “Cinderella, Bewitched,” “Cinderella’s Matchless Case,” and “Cinderella and the Man in Charge,” all twenty years, three kids and a few extra pounds after the ball.
CASE # 19 – CINDERELLA AND THE MAN IN CHARGE
“You must be Mr. Dirk,” I said as the young man took my
right hand between his cool, smooth hands. “I understand you need my help here
at the zoo.” Mr. Dirk pulled me toward him. I didn’t mind because he was quite
personable, younger though shorter than Prince C, with even features and slick
brown hair that matched his brown uniform, its creases crisp. Glancing down, I
noticed that he was barefoot. That’s odd, I thought.
Mr. Dirk and I stood near the entrance to the Kingdom Zoo.
Of course, my family, animal-lovers all, scattered the instant they hit the
gate. Prince C with Sophie, our youngest, on his shoulders, the two of them
looking like a totem pole, went off to see the bears. Our oldest child Artie,
along with his girlfriend Cinderannie, she of the piercings and totally black
wardrobe, went somewhere else, but Boxy, our middle child, right on the cusp of
adolescence, hung around a while to toss fish to the seals in their big pool
near the front gate. “Arrrf! Arrrf! Arrrf!” barked the seals before Boxy took
off, too.
Now I must admit that I wasn’t thinking much about my folks,
not even my husband, Prince C. By then, I was enchanted by Mr. Dirk’s big dark
eyes. “What is this all about?” I asked.
“Hey, Ma, look at me. No hands.”
I whirled around when I heard the voice and a thumping on
the ground. Boxy galloped by on an ostrich. The bird flapped its wings. The kid
flapped his arms. Behind them ran an attendant, flapping a leash. Reminded of
my marital status by my son, I sprang away from Mr. Dirk. Then I shouted,
“Watch out” as Boxy on his mount almost ran down some dwarf sightseers. But
they jumped to safety in the geranium beds on either side of the path. “I must
apologize for the behavior of my son, Mr. Dirk. I’ll just go after him and–”
I noticed that Mr. Dirk had luscious eyelashes, lying like
silken brown butterflies on his cheeks. Then he opened those gorgeous eyes
again, smiled and I thought, Oh no, he’s even got a dimple on his right cheek.
As if I were under a spell, he led me to a bench. We sat,
knees facing each other. I wore a frilly yellow frock, sandals more comfortable
than they looked, and a straw hat with a wide brim to keep the sun out of my
eyes. Good thing, too, because I was already dazzled by Mr. Dirk.
Just then, close by, an elephant trumpeted, and there came
Artie and Cinderannie, riding way up high in the tasseled box on the gray back.
They waved before they went back to smooching. The elephant, its harness held
by its keeper, plodded on.
I scooted away from Mr. Dirk as Prince C, with Sophie in
front of him, rode up on a tall, trudging camel led by a guy in a tan burnoose.
I fanned my blush away with my hand.
When they’d passed, I felt Mr. Dirk’s warm breath on my neck
and got goose bumps. Up I jumped. “Why don’t we walk around the zoo? That way
you can show me the problem you need my help with.”
Mr. Dirk wasn’t much with words, but as he guided me along
the paths, I got the picture.
Sure, the two young gorillas played hide and seek around the
corner between their outer cage and their inner one, but they’d have had lots
more fun if they could scamper around in their larger habitat that had plants
and rocks and real tree branches. A barred door shut off that part, though.
Further on, a lioness nursed her two cubs. As we passed, she
glared at me with her golden eyes and bared her teeth as if to warn us away
from her babies. Outside her cage extended substantial acreage designed to look
like the veldt, but it didn’t have even a single animal of any kind in it.
The aviary was made like a greenhouse, all of glass panels,
only instead of being level, it went up a hill, with doors top and bottom. In
there, no birds flew and no birds sang, but we passed lots of filled cages. In
one sat a raven using a glossy black feather held in his beak to guide a kernel
of corn across the ground toward the cage, but he never got the corn close
enough to pull through the bars.
Mr. Dirk released my elbow, knelt, picked up a handful of
corn, and put it in the cage. The raven pecked hungrily at the grain.
When Mr. Dirk stood up again, he smiled at me and I about
fell into his deep dark eyes. “I think I see the problem here,” I said. “But
why are all the animals caged like this when they have perfectly lovely
habitats? What has happened here?”
The Currents of Scorpio (The Zodiac Mysteries Book 3) by Kaye Freemartin
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Imagine Another Earth Ruled by
Astrology
Author Kaye Freemartin has created an
alternate world called Astrogea where everyone lives by the stars.
In Book 3, the water
sign territories have succumbed to the Paragons. There's a new
administration, new restrictions and a new danger lurking in the
minds of the men who hold the reins of power in government; and on
eerie, isolated Triton Isle there are those who seek power from
another, otherworldly source.
A storm is coming. . .
In the middle of the maelstrom is Brooke Otto, a Cuspian who brings the fury of water and air together in one extraordinary being.
A storm is coming. . .
In the middle of the maelstrom is Brooke Otto, a Cuspian who brings the fury of water and air together in one extraordinary being.
On the surface, the
life of young, beautiful artist Brooke Otto seems enviable. She’s
married to fabulously wealthy Marius Greenway and lives on his
waterfront estate on touristy Triton Isle. Their marriage, however,
is a loveless one. She still nurses a broken heart from her
relationship with Douglas Rubio, and Marius is bewitched by his
lover, Ceto Waverly, who lives in The Cove, the island’s only town.
Most important of all, Brooke is a Cuspian, born on the cusp of two
different signs, which, in astrology-ruled Astrogea, makes her a
distrusted, reviled outcast. Brooke’s two signs—Libra and
Scorpio—are in constant opposition, nearly driving her to the brink
of madness. In this unstable atmosphere, her rare nature and talents
are exploited, and her very life at stake.
Facebook and Authors by Patricia Green
Well, the time has
come, my friends. Facebook is ratcheting
up their revenue model. Now, they hope to make a few billion
dollars on "boosted" posts as well. What does that mean?
Some of you (I hope
most of you) have seen my Facebook ads. I buy one whenever I have a
new book released. I find it introduces the books to new readers and
reminds current readers that there's more Patricia Green to enjoy.
"Boosted" Facebook posts, on the other hand, are regular
professional page Facebook posts that an author wants to particularly
emphasize. Currently, 10% or fewer of my author page "likers"
actually see my posts. That's another tricky bit of Facebook wisdom.
So if I want more people to see my posts, I have to buy boosts. A
boost delivers my post to more of my fans and their friends as well.
So I actually do
get my posts out to the people who've liked my page, so long as I'm
willing to pay $10 to do it. For every post. Which, for me, adds up
to $10 per day, or $3650 per year. How do you like them apples?
Do you think I can
afford $3650 per year plus
regular ads that cost a few hundred dollars a piece? If money grew on
trees…
Now, don't get me
wrong. I'm aware that I've been riding on the Facebook
gravy train for the time I've had my author page. It's been free
marketing and I'm grateful for what I got. Furthermore, Facebook is
not a charity; they have to make a profit or their shareholders get
ticked off, and with good reason. When one buys stock in a company,
one expects the stock to go up in value, otherwise, why invest? I
don't think Facebook is greedy or underhanded. They're doing what any
good business ought to do. It's just too bad that struggling artists
like me are going to be the ones taking the biggest hit.
My problem is: how
do I reach my fans and new readers? It's a fact of life that without
readers, I'm out of business. So here's what I would ask of you (you
knew there'd be a request in her somewhere, I'm sure), sign up for
subscriptions to your favorite authors’ blogs. Mine
is here. Most authors will include posts with excerpts, blog
hops, prizes, new release notices, articles about relevant things
that they hope will inspire you to greatness whether you're an author
or a grocery clerk or something else. Occasionally blogs have guests.
Virtually always, you can unsubscribe at any time. Tell a friend as
well, especially people who have been using Facebook to reach authors
like me.
That's my new model
and the model to which most authors will migrate. I'll be beating
that drum for a while over on Facebook, to try to get folks to sign
up with blogs instead of relying on Facebook to deliver the goods. I
don’t know how many authors will be eliminating their Facebook
pages, but, as Facebook works toward a total ad revenue model, they
will be reaching fewer and fewer of you there. I'll be missing you
and, if I've done my job right thus far, you might miss me, too. So
sign up, tell your friends and I'll tell mine. Let's work with what
we've got rather than kvetching about what we can't have.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Almost Perfect by Jenna Jaxon Review
Title: Almost Perfect
Author: Jenna Jaxon
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 98
Price: $2.99
Thoughts: A sexy collection!
Description:
Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
An Almost Perfect Night: Can their love turn “almost perfect” into one perfect night?
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Author: Jenna Jaxon
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 98
Price: $2.99
Thoughts: A sexy collection!
Description:
Three tales of a not quite perfect relationship:
An Almost Perfect Meeting: Does the right place and the wrong time equal the almost perfect couple?
When Pam Kimball’s plans to play
Janet at a Rocky Horror Picture Show get derailed, she’s determined to
go on with the show. She commandeers the first guy she sees—a tall,
sexy, geeky stranger—to be her Brad. The guy knows nothing about the
show, but plays along, stunning her with a kiss in the middle of the
performance. Pam feels his interest while they dance and decides to make
a bold next move.
Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
An Almost Perfect Christmas: Is love enough to make their Christmas perfect?
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept
Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she used to be married to
has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever
met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple
kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking
skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and
burning desire.
With time running out before
they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the
consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect night.
Review:
Such a great collection. Read along as
a couple goes from hot to cold and back again. It's a fast-paced,
fun, sexy read that will keep you turning the pages.
The Long Way Home by Staci Stallings Excerpt
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Sent
from Chicago to the Kansas Flint Hills on family business, Jaxton
Anderson finds himself in conflict with Ami Martin from their
very first meeting. Yet he cannot stop thinking about the stubborn young
woman and her struggle to keep her own family farm by turning it into a
bed and breakfast. Each time he tries to draw closer to her, he makes
the situation worse until a series of crises
throws Jaxton and Ami together in unexpected ways.
THE LONG WAY HOME is an adventure of love and reconciliation. Touching on themes of faith, family, and fortunes, it asks the characters and the reader "Who are you, and where do you want to be when you're eighty?"
THE LONG WAY HOME is an adventure of love and reconciliation. Touching on themes of faith, family, and fortunes, it asks the characters and the reader "Who are you, and where do you want to be when you're eighty?"
Excerpt:
Jaxton had always prided himself for being
able to find any address in Chicago— no matter how bad the directions
were, but after driving up and down identical farm roads for 45 minutes,
he knew
he was lost. In fact, if he’d been forced to give directions back to the
main highway at that moment, he’d have been in major trouble.
“Whose stupid idea was this anyway?” he asked, the frustration pouring out of him as he turned into a tree-lined driveway.
The farmhouse just beyond the trees looked like it was about a hundred
years old as did every other building on the place, and as he killed the
engine and looked around, he wondered if anyone even lived here
anymore. In fact, the thought crossed his mind that
the whole place would probably be better off if a wrecking ball just
took it out of its misery.
Slowly he crawled from the car and stretched as his legs and back
reminded him how long he’d actually been behind that wheel. He took a
deep breath, smoothed his tie, and shook his head at just how far he’d
fallen in such a short time. As he climbed the steps
up to the front door, he couldn’t help but notice that the whole place
was covered with chipped white paint, and the wooden porch boards
creaked and groaned as he crossed the porch threshold and knocked.
Putting his fists on his hip where his slacks met his
belt, he arched his neck and waited, looked around and waited some more.
He knocked once more.
When no one appeared, he backed up and peeked through the window. He
could vaguely make out a sofa and a chair sitting by the far wall, but
as for people, he saw no one.
“Well, so much for that idea.” He shrugged to the ceiling of the porch
as he stepped back down onto the cracked sidewalk. He really should’ve
known he couldn’t get that lucky. This whole rotten day was just another
notch to add to his whole rotten life. Letting
the anger and bitterness take hold, he rubbed his hand over the
five-o’clock shadow that had shown up two hours early. It must be the
stress.
“Yes, Dad. Whatever you say, Dad,” he said, the sarcasm dripping from
each word. But just as he reached for the car door handle, his ears
picked up something he hadn’t noticed before. Music.
Curious but fighting back the hope, he turned and headed for the sound.
“Okay, baby,” Ami warned as she lay under
the front fender, wrench in hand. “If this doesn’t help, I’m afraid
we’re going to have to give you last rites.”
The graying boards were clearly visible
under the peeling red paint of the old garage, and Jaxton could see the
decrepit green pickup sitting forlornly in the middle of it. Some old farmer’s.
How backward can these people be? Man, I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.
The tune on the radio reminded him of hoe down music although he’d never
actually been to a hoe down in his life. He looked around the small
expanse, but there was no sign of anyone— only the small radio sitting
on the workbench crackling something about a
broken heart.
“GRRRRRHHH!”
Before Jaxton could react to the sound, a wrench flew out from
underneath the pickup and hit the cinderblock wall next to his foot with
a clang. Instantly he jumped out of the way although another couple of
inches and the thing would have nailed him before
he saw it coming. For one, brief moment his head said he should run—
just get out of there before the farmer had a chance to turn that wrench
on him, but then he thought better of the crazy thought. All he needed
was some information. Surely that wasn’t such
a bad thing.
“Uh-hmm.” Jaxton cleared his throat, hoping to get the old man’s
attention. “Umm, excuse me, Sir. Sir?” He rapped a knuckle on the side
of the pickup in case the old farmer hadn’t heard him and leaned down as
if to see under the vehicle.
Heart, body, and soul Ami froze the
instant she heard the voice. Her mind spun through who it might be and
what they might want. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and people didn’t
just show up on
her doorstep for no reason. After all she lived more than a mile from
the highway. Quickly she looked out from under the metal pickup body,
and all she could see was a pair of black slacks ending in a set of
shiny black shoes.
“Sir?” the voice said again, and she fought to gather what was left of her nerves from around her.
“Hmm. Yeah.” She cleared her throat and rolled slowly out on the creeper
before sitting up and pulling herself up from the floor. “Something I
can help you with?”
“Oh,” Jaxton said with a hard swallow,
thrown totally off-guard when he caught a glimpse of the grease-stained
beauty who’d just stood up in front of the pickup. Gray tank top, denim
shorts, and
a face that was at once young and heart-stopping, she was the epitome
backwoods country, and for one second too long, Jaxton forgot he was
supposed to be asking for directions. “Um.” Where had all the words
gone? And why were the only ones he could find telling
him embarrassing jokes about farmer’s daughters and Daisy Duke shorts?
“Uh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... I thought... I’m sorry.”
“’S okay,” Ami said quickly wiping the
grease from her hands and coming around to the side of the pickup. She
wanted to tug on her tank top, but she didn’t dare let him think she was
nervous,
so instead she worked on removing the grease from her fingers. At the
fender she regarded him as she leaned there.
“Umm... I... I was looking for the owner,” the guy that looked like a GQ
model said. He had slightly wavy dark brown hair clipped and cut just
so, a multi-hued blue striped tie over a crisp light blue button down.
In fact, he looked like he’d just stepped out
of a board room from a million-dollar deal.
Still, Ami fought not to notice or to let the intimidation of his
presence rattle her. She brushed one strand of hair back off her face.
“That would be me.” Although she tried, it wasn’t easy to act like this
was an everyday occurrence as she extended her still-stained
hand to the Armani-suited man standing in her garage, but she did a
passing job of it just the same.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said again as he extended his own hand. When she
looked at him and tilted her head with a half-confused smile, he tried
to clarify that statement even as he retrieved his hand. “I mean I’m not
sorry you own the place. I’m sorry I didn’t
realize...”
Ami smiled then, knowing the best defense was a good, strong, full-on offense. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
Her smile, framed by those deep dimples,
was dancing circles around Jaxton’s heart as his brainwaves zipped and
zinged in disparate directions. “Umm, no. I’m not. How can you tell?”
“Your shoes.” She pointed at his feet before returning to the front of the pickup. “They’re too shiny to be a farm boy’s.”
He looked down at his shoes but never saw them, and when he looked up
again, the only thing his mind could concentrate on was the curve of her
face under the wisps of hair trailing down the two braids. Gorgeous did
not do her justice.
“Well, Sir, I have a full set of
Encyclopedias, and I’m not in the market for insurance or a vacuum
cleaner,” Ami said as casually as she could, and she slammed the hood
for punctuation. The pickup
would have to wait. Right now, her main priority was figuring out
exactly what this guy was doing in her garage, and then getting him out
of there as fast as possible.
“Oh, I’m not selling anything,” he said as she moved over to the
workbench. Having tools within reach if he tried anything was a very
good idea. “I was just looking for the Snyder farm, but I... I seem to
have gotten lost.”
She turned an inquisitive, confused and concerned gaze on him. “The Snyder farm?”
“Yeah.” Jaxton hesitated. For some reason
the tone in her voice and the look in her eye made his nerves jump to
attention, and the mere thought that this farm girl was getting to him
unnerved
him further. He smoothed his tie down as if to emphasize his station in
life compared to hers. “Umm, I’m Mr. Snyder’s grandson. I was supposed
to come help him, but I can’t do that if I can’t find him.”
It was supposed to be a joke, but it thudded like a lead brick on the dusty floor between them.
“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed as she nodded knowingly, and her smile
disappeared as she turned back to the workbench. “Well, if Mr. Snyder’s
your grandfather, seems to me you should know how to get to his farm.”
“Yeah... well, it’s been a few years since I’ve been around here, and I
wasn’t driving at the time,” he said, running out of steam mid-excuse.
Her brown braids twisted side-to-side with her head as she worked
cleaning and replacing the tools. For his part, Jaxton was left trying
desperately to keep his mind away from the long, tanned legs curving
below the denim shorts that were making thinking straight
increasingly difficult.
“So, you’re from California then?” she asked, straightening the tools on
the wall, her back to him as if she wasn’t interrogating him. However,
he felt every syllable of the challenge.
“No, Chicago.” He ripped his mind away from the gentle curve where her tank top met her shorts. “Why?”
“Just wondering,” Ami said, but wondering
was the last thing on her mind. Next to her grandfather, Mr. Snyder was
the only person on the planet who’d ever believed in her, and she wasn’t
about
to sic this shiny-shoed, tie-wearing, smooth-talking shark on him
without checking out his story first. “So, your mom…”
“Elizabeth,” he supplied as if he sensed he was being quizzed.
“She sent you down here?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded again as she replaced a wrench on the wall. “And why didn’t she come?”
The guy shifted feet. “She’s busy.”
“Must be awful important to be too busy to come see her dad,” she mumbled not altogether to herself.
“Well, she said she might come later.” He shrugged as if they were
talking about the weather, not a whole family abandoning their father.
“But Grandpa needed someone now.”
“I see,” she said, thinking of all the times she had been witness to Mr.
Snyder’s talks with her own grandfather. She knew more about Mr.
Snyder’s family than she did about her own, and she didn’t like a single
one of them. “And this is important now— why?”
“Oh, well, I don’t know if you know it,
but my grandpa had a heart attack a few months ago,” Jaxton said as his
mind suddenly caught up with the conversation, and immediately asked him
why he
felt the need to justify his visit to a total stranger. “This was the
first chance we’ve had to come and see him.”
“I see,” she said again slowly and the angelic quality of her voice had
been replaced by ice. That tone was beginning to grate his nerves as he
ripped his gaze from her and glued it to the old pickup.
“Look, I really didn’t mean to bother you,” he finally said, and his
annoyance with the whole situation screamed through every word. “I’ll
just drive back to town and see if someone there can help me.”
She heard him turn to leave and then start out.
“Go out to the road and turn right.” Ami turned and surveyed him coldly,
wrench in hand and arms crossed at her chest. “About two miles down the
road off to the left, you’ll see the Snyder place. It’s the one with
the trees. You can’t miss it.”
He fought not to bristle under the scrutiny of the almond-eyed she-beast. “Thank you.”
And these people think city people are unfriendly, he thought as the anger rose to his clenched fists.
“No problem,” she said, and she turned back to her workbench without another look.
Jaxton’s gaze fused to her for one more moment as he seriously thought
about telling her just where she could put her judgments, but with a
shake of his head, he forced his gaze down to the dust-covered floor.
His chest might explode at any second with the
rage clawing through him. Who was this person, this girl, to
question him anyway? What had he done that was so wrong? He was just
following orders— trying to be the good son. He kicked the wrench and
sent it flying back into the cinderblock wall with
a clang before stomping out of the garage.
She had no right to make him feel like a jerk. It wasn’t his fault his
family didn’t come to visit. There was nothing to do here anyway.
Situated a million miles from nowhere, Rayland was the most boring,
backward place on the whole earth, and the second he
got the estate in order, he was gone.
Cannot Unite (Vampire Assassin League #12) by Jackie Ivie Review
Title: Cannot Unite
Series: Vampire Assassin League #12
Author: Jackie Ivie
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 80
Price: $0.99
Thoughts: One of the best in the series.
Book Synopsis:
THE BARBARIAN
KayNan’s a barbarian from the darkest of ages. An ex-slave. Fighter. Killer. His past is steeped in despair and punishment. He’s brutal. Remorseless. Scarred. Centuries of a living death only cemented these traits. And then something happens. Something vast. Incalculable. Amazing. And totally unexpected…
THE ONE
Jeannette lives a structured life – staying well within the confines of her own rules. She never speaks of her gifts. Never harms. And never. Ever. Speaks to the dead. As a psychic, the rules are the only thing protecting her. Keeping her safe. Sane. Off the grid.
THE UNITED FRONT
The moment she’s recruited to assist a murder case, Jeannette’s rules are tested. Then shoved aside. She’s overwhelmed with emotions. Feelings. Cravings. For him. The creature that she knows is coming…
For her.
Review:
I'm a huge fan of CSI and Criminal Minds, etc so I loved that this one focused more on the crime. I also loved that the author incorporated a psychic character. I have to say that the the author brought all the elements together with great writing skills to craft one of the best editions of the series.
Series: Vampire Assassin League #12
Author: Jackie Ivie
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 80
Price: $0.99
Thoughts: One of the best in the series.
Book Synopsis:
THE BARBARIAN
KayNan’s a barbarian from the darkest of ages. An ex-slave. Fighter. Killer. His past is steeped in despair and punishment. He’s brutal. Remorseless. Scarred. Centuries of a living death only cemented these traits. And then something happens. Something vast. Incalculable. Amazing. And totally unexpected…
THE ONE
Jeannette lives a structured life – staying well within the confines of her own rules. She never speaks of her gifts. Never harms. And never. Ever. Speaks to the dead. As a psychic, the rules are the only thing protecting her. Keeping her safe. Sane. Off the grid.
THE UNITED FRONT
The moment she’s recruited to assist a murder case, Jeannette’s rules are tested. Then shoved aside. She’s overwhelmed with emotions. Feelings. Cravings. For him. The creature that she knows is coming…
For her.
Review:
I'm a huge fan of CSI and Criminal Minds, etc so I loved that this one focused more on the crime. I also loved that the author incorporated a psychic character. I have to say that the the author brought all the elements together with great writing skills to craft one of the best editions of the series.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Simple and Effective Mindfulness from the Universe By Author Carrie Louise
A sample page
from Life, Soul Being Soul
I AM
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
I
AM
For the
moment, I’ll ask that you consider that your higher power, aka
intuition, chose this word. It is early in the day, and you have
finished your morning routine of reading a passage from another
source and perhaps exercised. You have now become quietly focused and
requested that the best word for you for today be given to you. Thus,
as you ‘randomly’ opened the book, this was the page you now
have. This has happened in a minute or less.
Unlike
predetermined passages from a daily calendar or book, this word upon
which you’ll focus will be typically unique only to you. In order
to remember it easily throughout the day, there is only one word and
you’ll repeat it 21 times. As you continue to get ready for the
day, ideas about its significance will surface. You’ll remain aware
of it at some level so that when a meaningful opportunity presents
itself, you are ready to apply the meaning at whatever level feels
comfortable.
I can think
of a few different meanings the word ‘safe’ may have. Perhaps all
these surface for a person. Most likely, only one significant meaning
will be prominent today.
a) There is
concern about the safety of self or another. This concern is
affecting your focus and mood. By redirecting your thoughts with the
repetition of ‘safe’, you are more at ease. Also, it is more
likely that by focusing on a positive outcome, a positive outcome
will occur.
b) Deep in
a hidden place of memory, you’ve been aware that an old event still
lurks. You’ve been working with a resolution. Now suddenly your
higher self has presented you with the word ‘safe’ and some of
your confidence in this resolution is increased. Again, when having
this confidence, it is much more likely to reach resolution than when
constantly focusing on the negative.
As you can
see, this daily process is slow and steady. The process and level of
participation is strictly up to you. No one is explaining how to
think about the word or what its meaning might hold for you. At the
end of the day, you will be able to take a moment to reflect on how
you were ultimately empowered by the word choice and what it has
meant to be more intimately involved in the day. Tomorrow, there
will be a new word. Or perhaps a recent word choice will be repeated.
Higher power, aka intuition, is asking you to revisit another level
of meaning.
I’ve been
using this method from this one book for fifteen years. I am truly
amazed at the accuracy of each word. At times, I’m very grateful
that I’ve been given the latitude of participation, because,
frankly, I have more or less energy and enthusiasm that day.
Ten of
approximately 120 words from which to choose: mind; spirit; happy;
generous; explorer; hearing; compassionate; effortless; aware; &
thankful.
For more
information about Life, Soul
Being Soul, please feel free to
explore our website at www.soulbeingsoul.com
or email Carrie Louise at info@soulbeingsoul.com.
Book orders are most appreciated.
Best wishes,
Carrie Louise
Almost Perfect by Jenna Jaxon Excerpt
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Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
An Almost Perfect Night: Can their love turn “almost perfect” into one perfect night?
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
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Three tales of a not quite perfect relationship:
An Almost Perfect Meeting: Does the right place and the wrong time equal the almost perfect couple?
When Pam Kimball’s plans to play
Janet at a Rocky Horror Picture Show get derailed, she’s determined to
go on with the show. She commandeers the first guy she sees—a tall,
sexy, geeky stranger—to be her Brad. The guy knows nothing about the
show, but plays along, stunning her with a kiss in the middle of the
performance. Pam feels his interest while they dance and decides to make
a bold next move.
Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
An Almost Perfect Christmas: Is love enough to make their Christmas perfect?
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept
Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she used to be married to
has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever
met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple
kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking
skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and
burning desire.
With time running out before
they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the
consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect night.
Excerpt
#1 from An
Almost Perfect Night
“If
you’re skinny dipping, you forgot to remove one very important
piece of clothing.”
She
shrieked and whirled around.
Roger stood
on the beach behind her, a green bottle of Perrier in one hand. His
gaze played up and down her naked torso, and his salacious grin
widened. “Mind if I join you?”
She gasped,
wrapping her arms across her chest to shield her breasts from his hot
gaze. “What the hell are you doing back here?”
“I came
to make peace.” He waved the bottle at her. “Thought you might be
thirsty by now.”
Her gaze
fastened on the green glass, her mouth suddenly dry as sand. She
stepped toward him then froze as she glanced at his face.
Roger
stared at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He wiggled the
bottle, challenging her to take it.
She’d be
damned if she’d accept anything from him. Not here, anyway. That
would make her feel weak, dependent. She eyed the condensation on the
bottle. A single drop ran down the side, hung for a second at the
bottom then plopped into the sand.
Shit. Right
now, she was
weak, dependent, and thirsty.
“Come on,
Pam. It’s only water.” He still held the tempting thing out to
her. Hell. She marched up to him, her steps as loud as she could make
them on the packed sand. Stopping an arm’s length from him, she
peeled one hand away from her breasts and shifted her other to cover
as much as possible. For once, she thanked God for a B cup. She
snared the bottle and shot him a look of triumph, only to realize the
bottle was capped. To open it, she’d have to use her other hand.
Furious,
she shifted her gaze from the tantalizing object to his gleeful eyes.
“Would you open this for me, please?”
“Suddenly
lost all your strength, have you, hon?” His eyes took on a hunger
she remembered. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen your breasts
before.”
“Then you
don’t need to see them again, do you?” Heat rose in her cheeks.
He was enjoying this way too much. “Come on, open it. You said it
was a peace offering.”
“And
these are part of the peace negotiations.” He stood, arms crossed
over his muscled chest, better looking than she remembered.
Not
fair.
“I’m
bored, Pam. My date still hasn’t turned up, so I thought I’d come
harass you a while. I’ll tell you what.” He reached for the
Perrier and unscrewed the cap, but didn’t offer it to her. “You
show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
“And why
would I want to see yours again?” She fixed her gaze on the bottle
resting at his hips, watching the carbonated bubbles rise to the top,
willing herself not to let her gaze stray toward his crotch.
“For old
time’s sake?” His eyes flashed with mischief as he tipped the
sparkling water up and started to drink.
She stared,
her parched lips opened in outrage. Glug,
glug. He was making that sound
on purpose. Was he going to drink the whole damned thing?
After
swallowing at least a third of the contents, he came up for air. “Ah!
Hits the spot every time.” He grinned. “Still can’t take a
joke? Too bad. Here.” He thrust it toward her.
Pam grabbed
the bottle with both hands and shoved the end into her mouth so
quickly the glass clicked against her teeth. Greedily, she sucked in
and almost choked. The exquisite lime-flavored water rushed into her
body to hydrate parched cells. Three more guzzles, and she breathed
deeply, satisfied for the moment.
She wiped
her hand across her chin where she’d dribbled and held the bottle
out to him, but his slack-jawed attention was riveted on her chest.
Which meant….
“You
still look fine, Pam. Mighty fine.” Her ex-husband licked his lips,
his grin reaching almost ear to ear.
“Damn it,
Roger.” She wrapped her arms around her breasts so fast she hit
herself with the bottle. If there hadn’t still been some water
left, she would’ve brained him with it.
He reached
down and slipped off his sandals then untied his drawstring, all the
while grinning like a fool. With one swift movement, he shucked his
pants to reveal a hard, tanned body, complete with a seriously large
erection.
She hadn’t
seen that
coming.
Excerpt
#2 from An
Almost Perfect Christmas
Pam Kimball sat in
front of their small but full Christmas tree, mashing down the tape
on the festive green and red holly wrapping paper, finishing the
final present, thank God. She grabbed the last bow, bright blue that
didn’t go with the paper, but the only one left in the bag. The
thought counted, not the wrapping, right? She placed the gift under
the tree on top of the small mountain of presents she had gotten her
boyfriend.
“Come on, Roger.
Christmas Eve is almost over and we haven’t opened our gifts
yet.” She checked the clock on the wall beside the front door.
Eleven thirty-five. Still enough time. She leaned forward and dug
through the pile, searching for the right box.
“Be there in a
second, babe.” The hushed, absent-minded tone carried from
the dining room where her boyfriend sat at his computer, eyes glued
to the screen as they had been all night.
“That’s what
you said an hour ago,” she mumbled, then seized the big square
package she had been looking for and carefully pulled it from the
bottom of the heap. “Now, Roger Ware. Or you’re going
to be sorry!” She added a playful lilt to the last word.
This was their first Christmas as a couple and she was determined it
would be perfect.
She had helped
decorate his small apartment by putting up the tree, draping woodland
garland around the living room, lighting a scented candle with a
balsam fragrance, and even putting electric candles in the two
windows. Now the room glowed with a romantic aura, lit by the candles
and the twinkling white lights of the Christmas tree. The local cable
company had even cooperated by playing White
Christmas starring
Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye. Her absolute favorite Christmas movie.
She breathed deeply, waiting for magic to happen.
“I’m here.
I’m here. Where’s the fire?” Roger plopped his tall
frame down next to her. Dressed in an old dark blue flannel shirt and
jeans he looked good enough to eat.
“Right here.”
She grabbed his face, pulling his lips onto hers. Tingles shot
down her arms—always did every time he kissed her. He settled
his arms around her and drew her closer. His tongue thrust into
her mouth, probing her with bold sweeps. Pam moaned and
clutched him, pressing against his chest until he toppled backward
onto the carpet with her on top.
He disengaged their
mouths long enough to say, “We should have started this in the
bedroom.”
“Oh, we’re
heading there.” In the two months that they’d been dating,
most of their evenings had ended with them making love. One of her
favorite things to do was to get him all hot and bothered. Like now.
She ground her hips against his and was rewarded with a groan from
above and hardness from below. “But you need to open a
present first.”
“But it’s not
Christmas yet.” He ran his hands down her sides, under her
jeans to cup her butt. “Can I open this one?”
Excerpt #3
from An
Almost Perfect Meeting
Roger
hurried over to the ticket booth, barely big enough for the girl
standing behind the counter to squeeze into. “One for the midnight
showing.” He forked over the seven dollars, grabbed the ticket, and
rushed through the doors. Apparently you had to see the beginning or
you’d never figure out what was happening.
The lights
hadn’t dimmed yet, so he glanced around, surprised by how packed
the theatre was. Where would he find a seat? Not down in front,
please, God. He headed down the aisle, searching for an empty seat.
He’d gone
down three rows when he began to notice the odd way most of the
moviegoers were dressed. Many wore black formal evening clothes with
multi-colored party hats. Others seemed to be wearing a very skimpy
French maid’s costume. Then there was one guy who looked like he’d
come from a meeting of Hell’s Angels. Most bizarre, however, were
two or three men towering over everyone on black platform shoes, with
their bare chests half-covered by a laced corset, wearing black
briefs and fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt.
What the
hell? Were they having a costume contest? He shrugged. It was
Halloween, after all.
Fuck it.
He’d come back next week, if Memento
was still playing, and enjoy
it without so much commotion. Roger began to slowly back up the
aisle. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him. He took two steps and bumped
into someone. He froze then turned little by little, afraid of what
he might see.
The girl
had dressed normally, for someone stuck in the 70s. She wore a yellow
coat dress, a straw hat with a wide brim, and had long, wavy brown
hair. Cute. Definitely cute. Not that Roger had any illusions that
someone like her would notice him. He hadn’t dated anyone since his
senior prom in high school and that, for lack of anyone else, had
been his cousin.
She’d
been talking to a guy in costume seated at the end of the row, and
he’d practically upended her into his lap. Before he could utter a
word of apology, though, she straightened and her face lit up as if
he were the answer to her prayers. His heart hammered.
“Thank
God.” She shoved a pair of black plastic glasses onto his face. “I
need a Brad.”
Had she
lost her boyfriend? He shook his head. “I’m Roger.”
“I don’t
care if your name’s Elvis, you’re Brad tonight!”
The petite
brunette grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the front of the
theatre. Too shocked to resist, Roger staggered down the aisle until
he stood underneath the twenty-foot movie screen, a completely
different perspective from any he’d ever had before. He gazed
around, trying to take it all in.
A few
people here and there had dressed normally and were sitting quietly,
waiting for the show to begin. Most of the oddly-dressed people
filling the theatre, however, were laughing and talking. Some were
hopping around then thrusting their hips in a very lewd way. Jerry
and Frank hadn’t mentioned such goings on. It must be because of
Halloween. No other explanation for so many weirdos in one place.
“I take
it you haven’t played Brad before?” The girl’s words pulled him
back from his contemplation of the madness surrounding him.
“Who’s
Brad?” Roger frowned, gazing down into her upturned face. Her long
brown hair didn’t actually suit her, but the big brown eyes did. A
petite powerhouse. He knew the type. Too much to hope she was into
computers too.
“Brad
Majors.” She stared at him as if the name should’ve meant
something to him. “As in Brad and Janet?”
He frowned,
bewildered.
Her eyes
got wide. “Oh crap, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”
Double Jeopardy (Entangled Select) by Linda Wisdom
Double Jeopardy (Entangled Select) by Linda Wisdom
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Falling in
love was never the plan, but as Josh and Lauren butt heads over a case,
their arguments turn from heated to hot. But someone is determined to
come between them. Someone whose rage is growing. And she won’t stop her
attacks until Josh and Lauren are separated forever.
$2.99
A thrilling romance from Entangled’s Suspense imprint…
He’s exactly what she needs…and everything the other woman wants.
Assistant
District Attorney Josh Brandon has made a life of helping women escape
violence and abuse in his small desert town outside Los Angeles. But in
doing so, he’s gained himself a new admirer who refuses to be ignored.
She sends flowers. Leaves phone messages. Everywhere Josh goes, she
goes, too. And when he meets Lauren, the gorgeous new Medical Examiner,
his stalker takes notice.
Lauren Hunter swore off
men after an attack led to her scandalous divorce from an LA detective.
But she hadn’t counted on Josh, the sexy cowboy assistant DA she meets
when she escapes to the dusty old town. He’s exactly what her damaged
soul needs…until the threats begin.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Return of the French Blue by Pamela Boles Eglinski Review
Title: Return of the French Blue
Series: Catalina & Bonhomme International Spy Team Book 1
Author: Pamela Boles Eglinski
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pages: 230
Price: $2.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Fast-paced.
Book Synopsis:
Catalina Syrah, one time CIA agent, is on a mission to redeem her family's priceless blue diamond necklace. The diamonds were cleaved from Louis XIV's French Blue, a sixty-eight carat gemstone, known today as the Hope Diamond.
French Directorate spy, Nicholas Bonhomme, sets up a sting operation on the Riviera. His goal: use the Syrah necklace to capture Gul Mazeer, assassin turned global terrorist.
Like Indiana Jones, Catalina carries a weapon of choice -- two blades strapped in a double holster on her back -- a gift from her grandmother, WWII spy for the French Resistance.
"Return of the French Blue" plunges the reader into a clash of terrorists, spies, jewel thieves and lovers. Will the spy skills Catalina once possessed be enough to redeem the family necklace, trap the assassin, and keep the ruggedly handsome Nicholas Bonhommme at bay? You are about to find out.
Review:
Series: Catalina & Bonhomme International Spy Team Book 1
Author: Pamela Boles Eglinski
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pages: 230
Price: $2.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Fast-paced.
Book Synopsis:
Catalina Syrah, one time CIA agent, is on a mission to redeem her family's priceless blue diamond necklace. The diamonds were cleaved from Louis XIV's French Blue, a sixty-eight carat gemstone, known today as the Hope Diamond.
French Directorate spy, Nicholas Bonhomme, sets up a sting operation on the Riviera. His goal: use the Syrah necklace to capture Gul Mazeer, assassin turned global terrorist.
Like Indiana Jones, Catalina carries a weapon of choice -- two blades strapped in a double holster on her back -- a gift from her grandmother, WWII spy for the French Resistance.
"Return of the French Blue" plunges the reader into a clash of terrorists, spies, jewel thieves and lovers. Will the spy skills Catalina once possessed be enough to redeem the family necklace, trap the assassin, and keep the ruggedly handsome Nicholas Bonhommme at bay? You are about to find out.
Review:
A fast-paced, enjoyable read for those
that love romantic suspense novels. I instantly found myself
captivated by the story and recommend it to fans of the genre.
Serafina and the Founder (Serafina's Book 5) by Marie Treanor Review
Title: Serafina and the Founder
Series: Serafina's Book 5
Author: Marie Treanor
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 230
Price: $2.99
Thoughts: OMG!
Book Synopsis:
Will curiosity kill the witch?
Kind witch Melanie Merrow regards herself as an honourary aunt to the eccentric staff of Serafina’s Psychic Investigations. But Melanie has buried a terrible past that her friends bring unwittingly to the surface during a séance. Plus her insatiable quest for knowledge has fixated on the most elusive and dangerous being on the planet – the ancient, tragic Founder, from whom all vampires are descended.
The Founder, who hides himself in shadows and illusions, even from the scattered vampires over whom he watches from a distance, plans to leave the world of humans forever. He should not be engaging in banter and seduction with the beautiful and intriguing Melanie, let alone buying her chips or involving himself in the chaos that is Serafina’s. But, fighting the human police, the possessive spirit of a dead serial killer, a pack of vengeful wolves, and the anger of the Tuatha de Danann is easy compared to dealing with his own reawakening desires...
Review:
Series: Serafina's Book 5
Author: Marie Treanor
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 230
Price: $2.99
Thoughts: OMG!
Book Synopsis:
Will curiosity kill the witch?
Kind witch Melanie Merrow regards herself as an honourary aunt to the eccentric staff of Serafina’s Psychic Investigations. But Melanie has buried a terrible past that her friends bring unwittingly to the surface during a séance. Plus her insatiable quest for knowledge has fixated on the most elusive and dangerous being on the planet – the ancient, tragic Founder, from whom all vampires are descended.
The Founder, who hides himself in shadows and illusions, even from the scattered vampires over whom he watches from a distance, plans to leave the world of humans forever. He should not be engaging in banter and seduction with the beautiful and intriguing Melanie, let alone buying her chips or involving himself in the chaos that is Serafina’s. But, fighting the human police, the possessive spirit of a dead serial killer, a pack of vengeful wolves, and the anger of the Tuatha de Danann is easy compared to dealing with his own reawakening desires...
Review:
Oh. My. God. This was awesome and, more
importantly, unique. I've read more vampire novels than I care to
count and, while I love them dearly, many are the same stories told
with different characters. This was something different. I highly
recommend this to anyone that loves paranormal romance and vampires.
Too Far Gone (Dangerous Protectors Book 2) by Debra Webb and Regan Black Review
Title: Too Far Gone
Series: Dangerous Protectors Book 2
Author: Debra Webb and Regan Black
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pages: 171
Price: $4.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Keeps you glued to the page.
Book Synopsis:
Lauren Marie Woods just witnessed her agent being murdered. Now his murderer wants her dead and the police want to pin a murder rap on her. Lauren needs the kind of help only the Guardian Agency can provide.
Protector Mike Stone is jaded when it comes to actresses and to Hollywood. But one thing is certain, Lauren Marie Woods is going to end up dead without his help. The only question is whether the former Navy SEAL can guard his heart from the beautiful actress.
Lauren will have to give the performance of her life to survive and, more importantly, she has to trust the man who makes her want far more than just his protection.
When there is no one else to turn to and no one else to keep you safe, a Dangerous Protector is the man you want for the job.
Review:
Series: Dangerous Protectors Book 2
Author: Debra Webb and Regan Black
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pages: 171
Price: $4.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Keeps you glued to the page.
Book Synopsis:
Lauren Marie Woods just witnessed her agent being murdered. Now his murderer wants her dead and the police want to pin a murder rap on her. Lauren needs the kind of help only the Guardian Agency can provide.
Protector Mike Stone is jaded when it comes to actresses and to Hollywood. But one thing is certain, Lauren Marie Woods is going to end up dead without his help. The only question is whether the former Navy SEAL can guard his heart from the beautiful actress.
Lauren will have to give the performance of her life to survive and, more importantly, she has to trust the man who makes her want far more than just his protection.
When there is no one else to turn to and no one else to keep you safe, a Dangerous Protector is the man you want for the job.
Review:
Debra Webb and Regan Black have the
ability to create characters that you want to read about. You want to
know what happens to Lauren and want to see some sexy man come in and
save her, especially from her crappy boyfriend. All and all, another
great read from this amazing duo.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Spanking Her Highness (The Journey Series Book 3) by Patricia Green Review
Title: Spanking Her Highness
Series: The Journey Series Book 3
Author: Patricia Green
Genre: Spanking Romance
Pages: 105
Price: $3.95
Thoughts: Hot!
Book Synopsis:
It's another Journey Family story, with all the warm fannies that entails.
Queenie Journey has a trust problem. Her ex-husband left a bad taste in her mouth, and now she's afraid of making emotional attachments to a man. Even a man like her neighbor, the handsome Will Mazie. She's determined to keep him at arm's length.
Will spent many years as a screenwriter in Hollywood, and yet always yearned to be a rancher. He chose Texas because of its friendly residents. Except for his new neighbor, Queenie, who seems to have a big chip on her shoulder where he's concerned.
Getting her rump tanned by Will helps Queenie find her manners, and Will soon falls for the feisty blonde. Circumstances keep getting in the way, and yet they can't keep themselves away from each other. Maybe they aren't meant to.
NOTE: This book contains adult disciplinary spankings. If such a theme might possibly offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Review:
Series: The Journey Series Book 3
Author: Patricia Green
Genre: Spanking Romance
Pages: 105
Price: $3.95
Thoughts: Hot!
Book Synopsis:
It's another Journey Family story, with all the warm fannies that entails.
Queenie Journey has a trust problem. Her ex-husband left a bad taste in her mouth, and now she's afraid of making emotional attachments to a man. Even a man like her neighbor, the handsome Will Mazie. She's determined to keep him at arm's length.
Will spent many years as a screenwriter in Hollywood, and yet always yearned to be a rancher. He chose Texas because of its friendly residents. Except for his new neighbor, Queenie, who seems to have a big chip on her shoulder where he's concerned.
Getting her rump tanned by Will helps Queenie find her manners, and Will soon falls for the feisty blonde. Circumstances keep getting in the way, and yet they can't keep themselves away from each other. Maybe they aren't meant to.
NOTE: This book contains adult disciplinary spankings. If such a theme might possibly offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Review:
Another sexy addition to the series.
Patricia Green knows how to make you hot under the collar in a very,
very good way. If you love a good spanking, or several, I highly
recommend this book and this series.
Wings, a Cinderella, P. I. Novel (The Cinderella, P. I. Mysteries Book 3) by Juliet Kincaid Review
Title: Wings, a Cinderella, P. I. Novel
Series: The Cinderella, P. I. Mysteries Book 3
Author: Juliet Kincaid
Genre: Mystery
Pages: 316
Price: $3.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Such a great series!
Book Synopsis:
Like Walls, the first of the two books in the Cinderella, P. I. Saga, Wings isn’t for kids. It’s not a fairy tale. It isn’t about happily ever after. It’s a story of a woman who must become a hero to save her loved ones and her land.
Weakened by months of abuse, both direct and insidious, Cinderella has escaped the cold, bare walls that confined her for so long. She flies home on Mother Goose in search of Prince Charming, who has disappeared, and their sons, who’ve gone missing as well.
Am too late? she worries. Too late? Too late? Too late?
Once at home, she meets old enemies and confronts many dangers. The man who claims to be the King’s long lost brother has built a trap for her inside the Royal Palace where he holds the King captive. The King’s brother also hints that an apple Ella ate while imprisoned has poisoned her in some evil way. A dragon attacks her. Her stepmother and stepsisters accost her, too, though with words instead of flame. Some unknown enemy has turned Sophie, Ella and Prince Charming’s daughter, into a violent changeling. And something has happened to spring so the people throughout the Kingdom of AzureSky face famine and starvation.
Yet Ella has allies, both old and new. She has her sense of humor, skills of detection, and her loving heart to help her.
With these, does Ella have the strength to prevail over her enemies, both known and hidden? Will she rescue her sons and remove the curses cast on them? Will she restore her daughter to the sweet little girl she was? Will Ella find Prince Charming? Will she survive all the dangers her enemies throw at her and return spring to the land at last?
Or is she too late?
You will find the answers to these questions within the pages of Wings, a Cinderella, P. I. Novel.
Review:
Series: The Cinderella, P. I. Mysteries Book 3
Author: Juliet Kincaid
Genre: Mystery
Pages: 316
Price: $3.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Such a great series!
Book Synopsis:
Like Walls, the first of the two books in the Cinderella, P. I. Saga, Wings isn’t for kids. It’s not a fairy tale. It isn’t about happily ever after. It’s a story of a woman who must become a hero to save her loved ones and her land.
Weakened by months of abuse, both direct and insidious, Cinderella has escaped the cold, bare walls that confined her for so long. She flies home on Mother Goose in search of Prince Charming, who has disappeared, and their sons, who’ve gone missing as well.
Am too late? she worries. Too late? Too late? Too late?
Once at home, she meets old enemies and confronts many dangers. The man who claims to be the King’s long lost brother has built a trap for her inside the Royal Palace where he holds the King captive. The King’s brother also hints that an apple Ella ate while imprisoned has poisoned her in some evil way. A dragon attacks her. Her stepmother and stepsisters accost her, too, though with words instead of flame. Some unknown enemy has turned Sophie, Ella and Prince Charming’s daughter, into a violent changeling. And something has happened to spring so the people throughout the Kingdom of AzureSky face famine and starvation.
Yet Ella has allies, both old and new. She has her sense of humor, skills of detection, and her loving heart to help her.
With these, does Ella have the strength to prevail over her enemies, both known and hidden? Will she rescue her sons and remove the curses cast on them? Will she restore her daughter to the sweet little girl she was? Will Ella find Prince Charming? Will she survive all the dangers her enemies throw at her and return spring to the land at last?
Or is she too late?
You will find the answers to these questions within the pages of Wings, a Cinderella, P. I. Novel.
Review:
I simply love this series. Wings was
such an exciting read. As I've said before, these aren't your
daughter's fairy tales. These stories are filled with mystery and
excitement around every corner. I love that so many characters make
an appearance in these books. I highly recommend this one and the
rest of the series!
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