Monday, May 30, 2016
After a radioactive lollipop turns Beaver Sparker into LICK-IT MAN, women all across the globe are empowered with “enlightened orgasms” and men have the perfect role model. Author Camille Carida creates a hilarious, smart, and sexy laugh out loud full-color 65 page graphic novel. Beautifully illustrated by Marvel and DC Comics artist Joe Quinones, this award-winning ebook is a playful and twisted comedic take on the superhero genre combining bawdy sexuality, tongue in cheek humor, and tinges of political satire.
Detective Paige Whiskey comes from a long line of witches. They may not all be the most powerful, but they are outspoken and supportive of their community. She alone has no gifts. She can’t summon fire, can’t read minds. She knows the arcane. She’s studied it. That, along with her connection to the Whiskey Witches, lands her some pretty strange cases. Like the sacrificial murders of St. Francisville, Louisiana. There’s a killer on the loose, choosing people in a vain attempt to raise a demon. Not just any demon, though. A man born long ago, made a demon in order to protect the Gate to Hell. Together with demon hunter, Dexx Colt, her kitchen-witch grandmother, and her paranormal investigator brother-in-law, they unravel a conspiracy far bigger than a few simple murders, and re-discover Paige’s gift. She’s a demon summoner and she’s key to the killer’s plan. Episodes of Whiskey Witches
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Saturday, May 28, 2016
Come A Little Closer is #2 in the Novella collection Always On My Mind and Come A Little Closer
These are the Pick-Your-Passion books where the readers gets to pick whether they read the “sweet” or “heat” love scenes.
These are the Pick-Your-Passion books where the readers gets to pick whether they read the “sweet” or “heat” love scenes.
Take nothing for granted…
Serve and protect. That’s what Sheriff Teague Castro promised the good people of Bartell County, Georgia. But when he reunites with his first love, his supporters suddenly wonder if he’s too distracted to uphold his sworn commitment.
When Jenny buys an expensive house Teague could never afford on a sheriff’s salary, small-town gossip runs wild. If he can’t take care of his own family, is he fit to protect a whole county? Until his job is secure, Teague presses pause on his love life.
But when a crisis calls him to the front line, it triggers memories from a tragic case still haunting him. Only this time, Jenny’s life is on the line, and the confrontation could quickly turn Teague’s forever into never.
***A PICK YOUR PASSION Novella from Kelsey and Nancy - pick your passion level - sweet or heat as you enjoy the continuing romance of Sheriff Teague Castro and Jenny Cady. Let us know how you like the PYP feature by emailing PyP@TheGrannySeries.com
Walking down Main Street, Sheriff Teague Castro truly understood what the phrase on top of the world meant. The Georgia sky was a clear blue, and in late September there was a hint of cool in the air, just enough to make him think of picking apples and sharing hayrides pulled by Mr. Caldwell’s team of donkeys.
And since the love of his life had recently moved here from Boston, he was eager for the weather to cool off. That would allow him to sit on his porch wrapped in a blanket with her, and if Jenny didn’t happen to have all her clothes on at the time, all the better.
It was only a short stroll from the sheriff’s office to the town square. He opened Icing On The Cake’s front door, and the customers sitting at small tables were almost overshadowed by the bakery’s bright yellow-and-pink-striped walls. But his momentary grand mal seizure was quickly soothed as the scent of vanilla and sugar rolled over him.
“Hey there, Sheriff.” The bakery’s owner, Desi Fanning, looked up from stocking her counters with brownies the size of Teague’s palm. “You sure look happy today. Want to let the rest of us in on your source of sunshine?”
“Fall-like weather and not a single arrest all week. I’d say that’s enough to make a man smile.”
Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned on the counter and pushed her glossy red braid behind one shoulder. He admired a woman like her, one who’d had a tough time but was strong enough to start over. From the rumors, her ex-husband was one of those possessive guys, the kind whose actions could have easily tipped over into abuse territory. So it was great to see Desi so happy and relaxed. “Oh, and it has nothing to do with you being in loooove?”
He laughed. Since Desi and Jenny were both relatively new to town and had kids around the same age, it hadn’t taken them long to become fast friends. “Jenny’s always good for my mood.”
Although he was grateful Jenny’s divorce had given them the opportunity to start over, he was also impatient to start living the life they should’ve built together years ago.
Down, Castro. No one’s going to take her away from you again.
After all, he’d been the one to ruin things years ago. And in all that time, no other woman had been able to get to him the way Jenny did. When she married some country-club type up north, he thought he’d never get another chance to let her know how much she meant to him.
Now, he would prove every day to Jenny and her nine-year-old son, Grayson, that they meant more to him than anything in this world.
“As well she should be. What can I get you today?” She tapped her cheek with a finger then pointed at him. “Wait a minute. Bet I can guess. Eclairs?”
In a town of fewer than ten thousand people, it was hard for a man to have secrets. Still, he had to try to maintain a little mystery. “Maybe I want some of those Ranger cookies over there.”
“No. Two eclairs, please.”
“Thought so.” She was already reaching for a box and opening the case piled with cream puffs, little pies, and eclairs. “Sure you don’t want a half dozen?”
“Just two.” Last time he’d taken treats out to Summer Haven, Jenny had scolded him, telling him if he didn’t stop feeding her, she wouldn’t be able to fit into her jeans. Didn’t keep her from eating the eclairs though. She might be addicted to the pastries, but he was addicted to the sweet taste of cream filling and chocolate from her kisses.
And if you asked him, her jeans looked excellent when they were a little tight.
Friday, May 27, 2016
Leilani's mother has never set foot in her school until the day she whisks her children out of their Pacific Island country, without their father and without explanation. Eighteen years later, Leilani just wants to leave the past behind, move forward. She has settled peacefully in California and like her long-lost father, she heals people. But her tranquil existence is disturbed one evening. A computer nerd and culinary whiz with a biting sense of humor, Justin is brokenhearted from the loss of his girlfriend who has left him after seven years. All he wants is to drown his sorrows. But he finds more trouble than he's looking for when thugs assault him. On her way home from work, Leilani sees the assault. An ace with a gun, she rescues him. Weeks later, they meet again and find themselves attracted to each other. Fearing Justin is on the rebound, or has a rescuer complex, Leilani doesn't want to get involved. But Leilani cannot deny her feelings. As they begin to fall in love, her past comes back to haunt her. A friend of her father arrives with news which forces her mother to reveal a shocking, shameful secret--the truth about the role Leilani's father played in a deadly political web. Can Leilani deal with the truth? But hero or villain, he is her father and only she and Justin can rescue him from the island she'd left long ago. At the core of this women's fiction is an Asian woman-white man interracial romance spun with international political intrigue and a young woman's acceptance of her past. Welcome Reluctant Stranger is Book 3 in a family saga. In three tales of loss, love, second chances, and finding one's way, three strong women cope with issues contemporary women face.
Only $.99 on AmazonSPR Independent Woman Authors 2015 bronze awardee Evy Journey has always been fascinated with words and seduced by beautiful prose. She loves Jane Austen and invokes her spirit every time she spins tales of love, loss, and finding one's way--stories she interweaves with mystery or intrigue and sets in various locales. She's lived and traveled in many places, from Asia to Europe. Often she's ended up in Paris, though--her favorite place in the world. She's become something of an observer-wanderer. A flâneuse, as the French would say. The mind is what fascinates her most. So, armed with a Ph.D., she chose to work in mental health, researching and developing programs. And writing like an academic. Not a good thing if you want to sound like a normal person. So, she's written fiction (happy fiction) as an antidote.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Brandon Chane is an artistic visionary, a profoundly gifted young musician and poet. He is also deeply troubled, and seemingly at the mercy of dark forces that threaten to tear his life apart. He has risked all of his fragile hopes upon the fate of his band, Edge of the Known, and the dream of following his Muse. Here he narrates the incredible journey that begins when he meets Saul Mason, an enigmatic soul-guide who insists that Brandon’s life and destiny are of his own making. Saul’s wisdom and guidance sets Brandon upon a path of spiritual awakening; and this inner transformation reverberates not only within his own life but also within the lives of all the hungry, searching souls who are touched by his music… Purchase on Amazon only $.99 for ebook or $12 paperback
Seth Mullins first conceived of his dream to write novels in his early teens, and this one desire has stayed with him throughout all the other myriad twists and turns of life. His inspirations include methods of inner exploration such as dream-work and shamanism and his experiences as a songwriter and performing musician. He studied creative writing at Santa Fe Community College in New Mexico and Lane Community College in Oregon. Website HumanitysWayForward.com / Facebook
Friday, May 20, 2016
Honey, these are not your momma’s grannies…
When Lillian Summer Fairview’s husband up and dies on her, it leaves the last living member of the most prestigious family in Summer Shoals, Georgia, in a hot mess. While Lil was busy being a proper Southern lady, Harlan squandered dang near the whole family fortune on lottery tickets. To keep her financial skeletons in the closet and give him a decent burial, Lil made a deal that has now landed her in prison.
Desperate to keep her troubles a secret and the family estate from falling down while she pays her debt to society, Lil entrusts Summer Haven’s care to her best friend, Maggie, who recruits two more over-fifty ladies to live at Summer Haven and help keep it afloat.
But when Maggie discovers that Lil’s restitution is ten times the amount she “borrowed” from the federal government, she’s convinced Lil has taken the fall for someone else’s crime. And these gals will use every trick in their little-old-lady bags to prove it.
With her purse swinging from the crook of her arm, Lillian Summer Fairview pressed both wrinkled hands against the barred door of the downtown Atlanta pawnshop and pushed with her whole weight to get inside.
She glanced at the bright yellow measuring stick on the doorjamb. Frequenting this place on the seedy side of town for the past two years was bad enough, but according to that ruler she’d fallen below the five-foot mark somewhere along the way. She’d noticed it on her way out last time and convinced herself it was a mistake. Maybe a bad angle. She dang well knew she’d been five foot two once upon a time. Just one more jab on possibly the worst day of her life.
No. The worst day would arrive within the month.
Today, she wore her only pair of pricey low-heel pumps and stretched her spine like a ballerina, but she still didn’t pass four-eleven. It was a sore spot but only one of them. Having to visit J&R’s Pawn at all was worse than eating potato chips with a paper cut.
Harlan, I may never forgive you for putting me in this position.
When the preacher who’d married Harlan and her all those years ago said “for better or worse,” she’d had no idea the worse would come after the until-death-do-you-part.
“Hello, gentlemen,” she called out as she made her way past a long counter of jewelry, coins and other collectibles.
A bald, heavyset man hustled to meet her halfway. “What’cha got for us this time, gorgeous?”
Lillian didn’t have the heart to play Rick’s games today. “I know your tricks. You’re trying to soften me up so I’ll let you steal my good stuff.” She stabbed a finger in his direction. “Don’t try that with me today. I’m in no mood for it.” She’d developed a friendly relationship with these boys and they’d treated her right. So far no one back in Summer Shoals was the wiser about her predicament.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Rick leaned forward on the counter. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me today.”
Lillian leveled a stare at him, almost changing her mind, but she didn’t have a choice. She slipped a cloth place mat from her bag, positioned it on the glass counter and smoothed out the wrinkles. Then she set her bag on it and pulled out the handkerchief she’d secured with a slip of ribbon left over from the holidays.
Her hands shook as she opened the linen package. No jewels graced her fingers these days.
She couldn’t stop herself from glancing into the case under her bag. Her wedding rings, handed down in the Summer family every generation, still held a place beneath the glass. She swallowed back her longing and bitterness.
Rick pulled the bundle close to inspect the contents.
Lillian flinched at the sparkle in his eyes as he examined the five pocket watches. Two gold, three silver and not a speck of tarnish on any of them. Daddy’s favorites.
“You going to swap these and get your wedding rings back?”
“Not today,” she said, “but you can take this month’s interest payment on the things from the money for the pocket watches.”
He turned to check his computer. “Your ninety days is coming up in early July. After that…”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence. After that date, he could be generous and give her a thirty-day grace period or he could sell her family heirlooms.
“I’ll be back for them soon.” The lie sat heavy on her tongue. She beat back the tears blurring her vision and got down to the business of negotiating.
After fifteen minutes, she was far from satisfied with Rick’s offer, but she slipped the few bills into her purse. It wasn’t even close to enough.
When she walked through the door this time, Lillian refused to look at the measuring stick because there was no way she was an inch over two feet tall.
Lillian’s right hip ached from pressing the sticky gas pedal on the long drive home in Daddy’s 1948 Tucker Torpedo. Taking the massive thing to Atlanta was pure hell on her bursitis, but it was her only choice after selling her own car. A pitcher of sweet tea and the shade of Summer Haven’s veranda were calling her, but after her visit to the pawnshop and that other mandatory appointment in the city, Harlan Fairview deserved an earful.
And he was about to get it.
She slowed to take a right into Gabriel’s Acres. At least Harlan couldn’t walk away when he was six feet under.
Lillian inched up in the seat as she eased the Torpedo through the narrow cemetery entrance. Nash Talley had added fancy new gates decorated with swirly scrolls and thin bars running from top to bottom. In her mind, angels’ harps were supposed to be gold, but these were silver and looked like some artist living in a New York loft had sculpted them. It was just one of the many changes Nash had made since taking over the funeral business from his daddy, Warner.
The pathways cutting through the rolling green grounds had not one pothole. Nash had seen to that too. The whole place should’ve looked pretty, with the precisely manicured bluegrass, polished grave markers and dots of brilliantly colored spring flowers. But somehow it came off as plastic as the calla lilies Nash tried to talk everyone into placing in the sunken urns.
That silly man spent way too much time trying to make everything exactly the same. Order was one thing, but decorating everyone’s grave with the same flowers?
Phooey on that.
Her parents deserved fresh roses, phlox and baby’s breath on their memorials, just like Momma used to tuck into her hair every Sunday for church. But Lillian drove right past Momma and Daddy’s graves to the outside edge of the family plot. As far as she knew, no one had realized she’d planted Harlan’s sorry butt just beyond the perimeter. A tiny seed of guilt still tickled her insides for doing it. Yes, tradition dictated her husband should have been laid to rest in the family plot. But even dead, Daddy would have killed Harlan for his irresponsible actions, and she’d been forced to find a way to keep the ghosts calm.
Thank goodness, Nash was willing to help with the arrangements and zip his mouth.
Truth be told, Daddy was probably up in heaven right this minute smoking cigars, drinking whiskey with Jesus and telling him about his daughter Lillian and how if she’d only listened to her father, she wouldn’t be in this mess.
Sorry, Daddy. I know you never gave a plug nickel for Harlan.
If he’d lived to witness the mess Harlan had left her in, even more-honest-than-Abe-Lincoln William Summer might’ve forgiven the choices she’d made to survive it all.
She stopped the car in the middle of the lane. Nash got mighty agitated when he found tire tracks denting his grass. She’d learned that the hard way. Twice he’d moved her car while she sat out here confessing to Momma and Daddy.
She scooched out of the car, and her hip cramped like a crawdad had clamped down on the muscle. Old age wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t for the fainthearted. Strength was her only option. She hesitated, but only for a moment, then forged ahead to where she’d buried Harlan five years ago.
When Harlan died, she’d been so mad at him she could’ve outstung a hornet. Regardless, his stone had all the elegance the town expected of the Summer family. No one had to know it wasn’t high-quality granite, and no one had made mention it wasn’t bronze like the rest of the family’s. What it lacked in true quality, she’d made up for in size. That prefab crowned headstone had a finial that darn near came up to her waist. More than once she’d been tempted to stab a scratcher lottery ticket on top of that pointy thing.
But for all his faults and this helluva mess he’d landed her in, Harlan had had his good points, and deep down she still loved that old fool.
She took a tissue from her handbag and bent to wipe away a spider web stretching between the A in Harlan across the Y in Wayne to the R in Fairview.
Devoted husband, loyal friend, generous benefactor.
Umm-hmm…devoted. Devoted to stopping by the Sack ’n Snack three times a week for those scratch-off lottery tickets. What had seemed like a harmless indulgence at the time had sure turned into a disaster.
“Harlan, honey, it’s not that I think you were a bad man.” Lillian stooped to snap off a stray blade of crabgrass. Her knees popped like that breakfast cereal her best friend, Maggie, loved so much. “You were just a weak one.”
And what hurt the most was his weakness had been a sign he hadn’t loved her the way she deserved to be loved. Now, everything she cared about was at risk because she’d stood by Harlan long after she figured out he didn’t have the Summer family backbone.
Then again, how many people had that kind of spine?
“I’d like to say I’ve made my peace with all this nonsense, but it’s been a terrible day. You wouldn’t believe the places I went and things I did.”
She sighed and pushed the hanky back into her purse.
“And really, it’s unfair for me to blame you. I made those decisions after you were dead and gone, and now the piper’s come around, demanding his price.” She rubbed her arms, but even the early June sunshine couldn’t warm the fear steeping in her bones. “And the Summer family always pays its debts.”
“Miss Lillian, good to see you.”
She jerked around at the sound of her name. Nash Talley resembled a crane stretching with long awkward strides from one paver to the next, careful not to disturb the precious grass between the grave markers. The way he moved reminded her of that step-on-a-crack-break-your-mother’s-back game they’d played on the sidewalk in front of the soda shop when she was a little girl.
Nash smiled that perfect over-whitened smile he was so well known for. Warner and Melba had invested time, love and money into him, and it showed. His blond hair waved away from his face and shone golden in the sunlight. Even though summer was fast approaching, he wore a meticulous gray pinstripe suit and muted purple tie. If she looked close enough, she’d no doubt see her reflection in his black shoes.
If the Summer Shoals Dispatch had a fashion page, Nash would come out the winner for best dressed every year. So sad that neither of his parents could see what a fine young man he’d become, what with Melba in heaven and Warner in Dogwood Ridge Assisted Living.
Nash stepped next to Lillian. “How are you this afternoon?”
“Doing just fine,” she said. Daddy would have called that out as a bald-faced lie.
“I don’t mean to horn in on your private time with Harlan, but I noticed you haven’t freshened the flowers as often lately. Everything okay? Is there something I can do to help?”
This was what she’d come to, being on the receiving end of people’s kindness. The Summer family was the foundation of this community. They gave help. They didn’t take it.
But Nash’s observation was true. After five years of fresh flowers each week, now she had to make them stretch a little longer. If things got any leaner she’d have to stoop to Nash’s plastic lilies.
But what choice had Harlan left her? What choice had she left herself?
She rubbed her chest, trying to ease the tightness that had settled there. It wasn’t likely to go away in the next thirty days. Or more accurately, twenty-nine and counting.
“As a matter of fact, yes. I could use your help. I’d like you to keep an eye on Momma’s and Daddy’s resting spots for me over the next little while.”
Tiny lines formed at the corners of his eyes. “You’re scaring me. Are you sick? Why don’t we find a bench and sit you down?”
Heartsick was more like it. With no idea how she going to take care of everything that needed to be squared away, the seconds seemed to tick off in her head like she was standing next to the mahogany grandfather clock that lorded over Summer Haven’s foyer.
Nash led her toward a wrought iron bench by the Odom family plot. He settled her on the seat but remained standing himself.
She raised her chin to look him square in the face. The sun flooding around him made him look like an angel. “About the graves, you will keep an eye on them?” She made sure to lilt her words into a question, but Lord, it almost choked her this time.
He tugged on his coat sleeve. “I’m more than happy to, but you already keep those plots spotless. Even I couldn’t improve on the beautiful flowers and polished headstones. So do you mind me asking why?”
This was exactly the type of scrutiny she’d hoped to avoid. But people tended to want explanations. And if Nash was curious about her asking for favors, Maggie was going to be like a hound dog after a pile of chicken bones. Maggie knew her best of anyone still walking this earth. And Maggie was no dummy. She would figure things out if Lillian wasn’t careful.
She pulled in a breath and tried to smile with lips that weren’t cooperating. “Nash, when you get to my age, you realize the world has a way of taking back what’s been taken from it.”
“Miss Lillian, you’re not making sense.” He reached for her elbow. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe we should take you to the clinic.”
She shook off his hand. “Stop treating me like a fragile old lady. I’m just fine. Can’t I plan for the future without everyone getting all worried?” Heaven help her, she had to be strong. There was no other option. “Please do me this one more favor without worrying too much about why. Can you do that?”
But the frown marring his evenly tanned forehead said he still wasn’t convinced she was right in the head. Lillian sighed but let him lead her back to the Torpedo.
“Nash, it all boils down to what you younger people call karma.” She slipped behind the wheel and Nash bent to close her door. “But in my day, we always said what goes around comes around.”
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The novels included in this amazing multi-genre set have all won the International Digital Award! From bestselling and award winning authors -
HAUNTED BY DEATH by Dale Mayer
Death haunts anthropologist Meg Pearce... In her last summer before college, an innocent camping trip ended in a friend’s disappearance...and destroyed her life.
ANGEL'S ASSASSIN by Laurel O'Donnell
Damien is an assassin, a man with a tortured past. Sold into slavery, he is trained to kill. Lady Aurora of Acquitaine is the epitome of purity and goodness. When Damien enters Aurora's life, tempting her with promises of forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart.
BE MINE THIS CHRISTMAS NIGHT by L.A. Sartor
Short Contemporary Winner
Children’s author Annie Hamilton’s dream of having a family resurfaces when Cole Evans moves next door with his two young boys during the Christmas season. But the lure of happily-ever-after with the brilliant scientist is overshadowed by the risk that revealing her secret will destroy this chance.
AHUNTER4RESCUE by Cynthia A Clement
A unit of elite alien warriors, known as Hunters, crash lands on earth and their leader is torn between getting his men to safety or protecting the human woman he has bonded with.
THE FINE ART OF KEEPING QUIET by Charity Tahmaseb
Young Adult (Contemporary) Winner
No one expects the girl who has mastered the art of keeping quiet to join the speech team. But Jolia does. When a crush-worthy rival offers to coach her in secret, she can't say no. But secrets have a price, and this one might cost Jolia everything.
THE MAPMAKER'S WIFE by Kathy L Wheeler
Short Historical Winner
A flippant proposal and an attack on her person finds one young woman married to the mapmaker who only needs someone to take control of his ungovernable child. Feelings quickly shift into something less platonic and when the enemy gains vital secrets, her suspicions land her in jail.
DALE MAYER is a USA Today bestselling author known for her page turning plotlines and heartwarming characters. A prolific writers, she specializes in Romantic Suspense, but also writes thrillers, comedy, and contemporary romances.
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LAUREL O'DONNELL is a best selling author and has won numerous awards for her medieval romances, including the International Digital Award and the Holt Medallion Award. You can visit her website at www.laurel-odonnell.com to stay up to date on future releases.
L.A. SARTOR is a bestselling, award-winning author writing novels with a dash--or a lot--of romance. She lives in Colorado with her husband whom she met on a blind date. Find her at www.lasartor.com for book information and sign up for her mailing list.
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CYNTHIA A. CLEMENT is an award-winning author who began writing when she was a teenager. Her novels reflect her love of romance, strong honorable heroes, and suspense intertwined with the intriguing and unexplained.
CHARITY TAHMASEB has slung corn on the cob for Green Giant and jumped out of airplanes (but not at the same time). She’s worn both Girl Scout and Army green. These days, she writes fiction (short and long) and works as a technical writer.
KATHY L WHEELER Award-winning author Kathy L Wheeler loves travel, fantasy football, NBA and musical theatre. As an avid reader of romance and patron of the theatre, her main sources of inspiration come mostly from an over-active imagination. Kathy writes contemporary and historical romance, from sweet to spicy.
Friday, May 13, 2016
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Celebrate Mother's Day with a collection of Montana Born stories from three USA Today Bestselling and National Bestselling authors. These sweet cowboy romances are guaranteed to make your heart melt. Melissa McClone, Debra Salonen, and Alissa Callen will whisk you away to the west and showcase the power of enduring love with these tales... perfect for this Mother's Day! Happy reading!
Kiss Me, Cowboy by Melissa McClone
Montana Cowgirl by Debra Salonen
Cherish Me, Cowboy by Alissa Callen
Katherine Barclift had it all: the perfect job, the perfect car, and what she thought was the perfect marriage. But when her entire world collapses in one stomach-churning instant, she hits the road and keeps driving until that so-called “perfect life” is just a dot in her rearview mirror.
A chance encounter leads her to make a pit stop in Boot Creek, a drowsy little North Carolina town where she can call herself Katy, soak up the peace and quiet…and drink in the bluer-than-blue eyes of Derek Hansen, a local doctor still wrestling with his own painful past. Both Katy and Derek are wary about giving romance another shot, but they can’t deny the intense attraction between them. And if being in Boot Creek has taught them anything, it’s to take life as it comes and never pass up a chance at true love…no matter how wounded your heart may be.
June days in Georgia were mostly spectacular and sunny, if not a little too darn hot, and on this particular one, the weather wasn’t a match for the mood.
Katherine Barclift and her husband, Ron, walked hand in hand up the landscaped path leading to the huge church where the funeral service was being held for their neighbor, Donald O’Connor.
A large crowd had gathered already. As folks filed through the tall arched front doors of the chapel, Katherine spotted Peggy Allen and Shaleigh Wright waiting near the entrance.
She made a beeline for her two friends. “It’s so sad,” she said as she reached out to hug Peggy. Ron hung back a couple steps.
“Poor Bertie. I can’t believe Donald died like that. No warning at all,” Peggy said. “I mean, if he were a type A guy I could totally see it happening, but all Donald did was golf and fish. How hard can that be on the heart?”
“I know.” Katherine shook her head. “So sad, and he wasn’t that old.” He was the same age her parents were, and the news of his death had made Katherine worry about them for the first time.
“You’ve been with Bertie all week, Katherine. She hadn’t seen any signs?” Shaleigh asked.
“None.” Katherine shrugged. “She said he was perfectly fine. Just didn’t wake up.”
“He seemed so healthy,” Peggy said.
Ron placed his hand on Katherine’s arm and said, “I’ll go ahead and sign the guest book and get us seats while you talk.”
“Sure, honey. Thanks.” Katherine watched as her husband walked up the stairs to the chapel. He still had a way of making her swoon. He hadn’t had to adjust his wardrobe at all for the funeral today. He sported a nice suit and tie every day of the week. Katherine turned to Shaleigh. “Is it just me or is this the biggest chapel you’ve ever seen? I always thought chapels were small, with steeples twice as tall as the buildings were wide.”
“I think it’s just you,” Shaleigh said. “Living in that pretend world you like to think is so charming and perfect.”
“Perfect is good. Or perfect. Whatever it is, I like my world that way, thank you very much,” Katherine teased, but it was only a half-joke. After spending the week with Bertie, helping her figure out her finances and funeral arrangements, Katherine had a long laundry list of things she planned to discuss with her own parents and sister to ensure they were better prepared than poor Bertie had been.
Shaleigh raised a heavily penciled brow. “Well, someone’s life ought to be perfect. May as well be you.”
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
The uplifting story of one Irish family’s struggle to survive the potato famine of 1846. Faced with starvation, farmer Joseph McLaughlin takes the heart-breaking decision to divide his family, and send his two young daughters to America. With heavy hearts, Kit and Maeve leave their home in Ballygall, refugees seeking a safe haven in the promised land. After a nightmare journey, Kit soon begins to make a new life for herself in Boston. But Maeve is waylaid in England where she discovers a very different world to the one her father and her brother, Eugene, are living in Ireland. Famine has torn them apart: Can Ireland reunite them?
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Derek Sanders believed in the magic of words to make girls swoon. He considered himself a pickup artist and love a trite thing until he met Caroline Davis in a library. A beautiful girl impervious to his charms but to Derek's dismay was living with a terminal cancer. It was an unexpected beginning into a beautiful friendship and making a love averse pickup artist fall in love.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Phoenix Wade discovered his supernatural ability amid a terrifying confrontation on elementary school grounds. It’s a gift that has allowed him to become one of the most successful businessmen in America, but also harbor a sinister obsession driven by that traumatizing childhood experience.
When an unsuspected partygoer reveals that a disturbing threat to society is near, Phoenix must embark on an unfamiliar path leading to years’ worth of unanswered questions and revelations, while also discovering just how extraordinary his gift truly is. And standing in his path is a danger with the potential to reshape the history of mankind.
This supernatural suspense by debut author M.J. Medley delivers an action-packed experience filled with visually stimulating content assured to maintain the reader’s attention throughout the entire story.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Sparks flew from the moment they met.Beryl Madison answers her summons to teacher Terry Goodson's second-grade classroom to defend her nephew's "odd behavior" like an avenging angel. It seems poor little Duncan "is having some type of fantasy ideation"--he's been telling some of his classmates that his aunt is a superhero.
When Beryl shows up in a yellow catsuit with orange flames, a mardi gras mask, and red stiletto boots, Terry thinks he's the one having the fantasy ideation now. Come to find out, Beryl is merely in her work clothes. One of her jobs is playing "The Flame" for a local television station's morning children's show.
The next day Terry goes to the Internal Revenue Service for an audit of his personal income tax return and learns all about Beryl's other job. While auditing the return, Beryl suspects that the attorney who handled Terry's late uncle's estate has swindled several clients.
As they work together to bring justice to those swindled by the seedy attorney, they learn that the spontaneous combustion each sets off in the other is more than a physical attraction. Could this once-in-a-lifetime explosion be the love they both want? Or will they wind up blowing their relationship to smithereens?
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Working at a women’s centre, Paula is drawn to those that are victims of domestic abuse. She listens to their stories and learns of two women in particular, one that escapes with her children and the other, who, along with her baby son and three daughters, were murdered by her husband.
The latter ignites a passion in Paula, whose jovial and sangfroid nature, belies the fact that she herself is a victim of domestic violence.
She records her harrowing experiences before deciding to bring to an end years of domestic abuse by leaving her husband. Little did she know that it was a decision that would end in tragedy.