Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Review of Eddie the Fox Goes to London by Yasar Zangenberg

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/8292944168
A children's book should obviously capture a child's attention. You want your child to be intrigued by what the story has to say. Of course, if the book teaches the child something new that's even better. The Children's Travel Book Series does just that. I recently sat down and read Eddie the Fox Goes to London and must say that I was pleasantly surprised.

Yasar Zangenberg does an amazing job at not only creating an interesting story of a young fox that is visiting London with his parents, but has the subplot of Eddie's missing toy, Mister Car. Throughout the story, the family visits London's top destinations and children learn interesting facts about the city. In other words, it's done in a way that children won't feel like they are sitting down to learn something.

The story is incredibly fast paced. Children will be able to relate to Eddie the Fox and his lost toy. As you read the story with your child, make sure to take time to read it again. Your child will probably want to rush to the ending to make sure Mister Car was safely found. You can then go back and take time to learn about London. 

Illustrations are important in a children's book. Eddie the Fox Goes to London is filled with gorgeous watercolor images. These images were done by hand and enhance the experience of reading the book. The illustrations also capture the great landmarks of London, helping to teach children about the amazing city.

If you're looking for a new book for your child to enjoy, this is a wonderful option. It's a wonderful story that does such an amazing job at teaching children something new in a way that doesn't feel like learning. I highly recommend it.

Discover Sweet Summer's Kiss by Debra Salonen


Hi, all,
I hope you’re having a great, book-filled week. I #amwriting. Which means I don’t get out much, but a friend invited me to a coffee chat at Bloom With Tall Poppies Facebook group on Thursday at 1 PM EST. I’ll be giving away a print copy of one my books.

SWEET SUMMER’S KISS
Love at the Chocolate Shop, Book 10

A storybook kiss on New Year’s Eve at the Big Sky Mavericks Masked Ball in Marietta, Montana should have been the beginning of a grand romance for Gretchen Zabrinski and Daniel Andrews. But when Gretchen overhears a phone call from Daniel to his brother about what he really wants from a woman, she takes off…without leaving so much as a glass slipper behind.
Daniel wants a family. Gretchen will never be able to give him that. So why does fate keep throwing them together so cruelly? First, at a Copper Mountain Chocolate Shop Speed Dating event, then when he’s hired to open a new division at her PR firm. But competing, shoulder-to-shoulder, to sell the most exotic chocolate kisses for charity really is the last straw.
Is love a cosmic connection or a karmic joke? Sometimes, the answer reveals itself in a kiss—a sweet kiss shared beneath a warm Montana summer sky. 
~~~
FIRST KISS snippet © Tule Publishing
“How did you become such a wonderful dancer?”
“Lessons. My parents are both teachers. They don’t believe in leaving anything to chance—and given my father’s terrible lack of rhythm, Mom refused to inflict that on any woman in case two left feet was a dominant gene.”
“Please tell her I owe her a debt of gratitude.”
“You can tell her yourself. Dad called this morning. They’re starting home in the morning. My sister is ready to deal with her new reality alone. She might move back to Montana at some point, but for now, she doesn’t want to uproot the kids on top of adjusting to losing their dad.”
He’d alluded to a sad mystery surrounding his late brother-in-law’s death, but there were too many getting-to-know-each-other topics to get into any one conversation too deeply. Including her reason for dropping out of college and moving to Montana.
That would come out later. After the music ended. After the countdown began. After their kiss. After a night of unimaginable bliss in each other’s arms.
She crossed her fingers and stopped thinking. Tonight was about feeling. About taking risks and experiencing life to the fullest.
Moments later, the DJ played an Ed Sheeran song Makayla had shared with her earlier that week. Perfect. A shiver ran down the length of her spine.
She’d immediately downloaded the song and added the video to her playlist. She imagined the love story he sang about was her love story—the one that never happened. She squeezed her eyes tight, wishing she still wore a mask.
Daniel’s hold tightened a tiny bit, then he kissed a bare spot where her neck and shoulder met. “Nice song. I’ve never heard it before, but you truly do look perfect tonight.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Thank you. I love my Cinderella dress. Krista’s sister has great taste.” He pulled back, a questioning look in his eyes. Did he think she was pretending to show false modesty or fishing for compliments? She blurted out a question she’d meant to ask earlier. “So, do you always take a tux with you when you travel to a dog-sitting gig?”
“My best friend has a key to my condo. He took it to a shipper I use all the time.” He looked down. “Luckily, he remembered my Ferragamos. Dancing wouldn’t be quite the same in snow boots.”
She recognized the designer’s name even if she hadn’t recognized the brand on his feet. My first time is going to be with a guy who can afford designer shoes.
In what felt like a blink, Austen returned to the stage, carrying a large digital clock and a microphone. “We are fast approaching the bewitching hour, my friends. A new year is about to begin. On behalf of the Big Sky Mavericks Charitable Group, thank you all for coming. We promise to put your generosity to beneficial use locally, and we’ll see you next year.”
On cue, people started shouting, “Ten…nine…eight…”
Gretchen turned in Daniel’s arms so their fronts were pressed together. Reaching up, she slipped her fingers under the rim of his mask and pulled it free. They looked into each other’s eyes as what she hoped was an unspoken understanding passed between them.
She looped her arms across his shoulders and brought her face closer to his. “Two…one…Happy New Year!”
His lips were warmer than she’d expected. And softer. And when she gave a little “Oh,” his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Curious, friendly, interested. His taste was hers. His smell? Completely his own and something she’d forever identify as Daniel Andrews.
She melted against him, needing to touch as much of her body to his as possible. Gretchen wanted him to be the one. Her first. From what she’d learned about him on social media, he was a fun-loving go-getter who didn’t seem the least bit interested in settling down.
Perfect.
When it came to women, he was…um…experienced. Perhaps a bit of a player.
Works for me.
She wanted to be with someone who would treat her with gentle finesse…or maybe not-so-gentle finesse. How would she know what she liked until she tried it?
An unnatural buzzing sensation near her breast made her startle.
Daniel groaned and pulled his phone from his inside jacket pocket. “My brother. Do you mind? He and Krista are in California. Different time zone.”
“Not at all. We wouldn’t be here if not for them. Please.”
“They’re on FaceTime. With all the noise, we won’t be able to hear a thing. Oh, well.”
He touched a button. A second later, two faces appeared on the screen. Krista let out a squeal of glee. “Oh, Gretchen, you look fabulous. Show me the dress, Daniel. Show me the dress.”
Daniel rolled his eyes, but he took one step back. He lowered and raised the phone as Gretchen did a spin. Then, he pulled her in close again.
Krista blinked as if to keep away tears. “I absolutely love it. You look like a fairy-tale princess. Are you having fun?”
“It’s been magical. Daniel hired a limo, and he dances like a dream. He’s been a perfect gentleman.” Until later, I hope. She bumped her nose against his cheek. “Thank you so, so much for making this happen.”
“No thanks necessary. Jonah and I are having a wonderful time, too. We only called to wish you Happy New Year.”
Jonah squeezed in. “We’re an hour behind you, so we get to make out in public twice. But hey, Daniel, quickly, did you leave the TV on for the dogs? In case someone starts shooting off guns? You are in Marietta, Montana, after all.”
Gretchen missed Daniel’s reply when Sarah Zabrinski walked up to them. “Aunt” Sarah was Gretchen’s father’s first cousin by marriage, but because of their age difference, people forgot they were part of the same generation.
She gave Gretchen a quick hug. “You two are just the cutest couple. We really enjoyed meeting Daniel. I hope you bring him tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Since she’d never spent the night with a man, she didn’t know what to expect from the morning after.
Gretchen made what she hoped was a noncommittal reply and waved goodbye as the crowd swept Sarah away.
She turned back to Daniel. She reached out to touch his shoulder but stopped when she heard him say in a low, confidential tone, “I never thought I’d say this, brother, but I think I just kissed the mother of my future children.”
She sucked in an involuntary gasp when a pain as sharp and gut wrenching as the one she’d felt in her doctor’s office the day he’d explained the ramifications of her diagnosis made her knees wobble. Panic hit a second later.
No. No. It’s not supposed to be like this. Tonight is mutual fun, no commitment. No future. Period. Anything else wouldn’t be fair.
Especially to Daniel.
But she couldn’t speak those words aloud because then he’d ask why…and she hadn’t said those words to anyone. Not yet.
Intent on disappearing, she turned and melted into the crowd exiting the party. She grabbed her jacket from the coatroom, grateful her tiny purse held her cell phone. Her Uber app showed one driver in her area. Three minutes later, she was on the road back to Paradise. Her sister and niece might not be expecting her, but Sam would understand. And that was all Gretchen wanted. Someone who wouldn’t ask for something she couldn’t give.
~~~
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Happy reading!
Deb


Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Join the KU Challenge!



Thursday Night Book Club is hosting a reading challenge. Don’t let the name of the book club fool you — This challenge has nothing to do with Thursdays or nighttime! It started on March 7 and goes non-stop until the end of the day on Sunday, April 14.
 
Here’s how it works:

To participate, read books by participating authors (see list with links, below).

After completing each book on the list (You can go in any order and read some or all the books), leave a review on Goodreads, Amazon, Bookbub, or a combination of these review sites.

Submit a contest entry by completing this super easy Survey Monkey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/6BRVRHL

That’s all!

Each time you do this, you’re entered to win. The more books you read and review, the more chances you have to win an Amazon gift card or our ebook bundle.


Prizes: 2 readers will win $50 Amazon gift cards. 1 reader will win a $40 Amazon gift card. 2 readers will win $25 Amazon gift cards. 5 readers will win $10 Amazon gift cards. 1 reader will win an Amazon eBook bundle (a variety of eBooks from this KU challenge’s participating authors). TOTAL of 12 prizes worth over $200!

Winners will be drawn and announced no later than Tuesday, April 16.

This contest is not affiliated with Facebook, Goodreads, Bookbub, or Amazon. Leaving a review on a particular site (like Amazon) is not a requirement of this contest. However, leaving some review on one of the mentioned sites is.

If you don’t have KU (Kindle Unlimited), instructions about how to try it for free for a month are below. (Of course, you don’t have to use Kindle Unlimited to participate. These titles are available for purchase or your library may carry them.)


READING LIST:

Here is the list of titles to choose from:

Titles by Geralyn Corcillo:
In Her Space   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07BHFK6SP
Miss Adventure   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00NNXWFAE
Queen of the Universe   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0167ZEH14
Upstairs, Downstairs, and the Lift In Between   https://www.amazon.com/Upstairs-Downstairs-Lift-Between-Drakenfall-ebook/dp/B01M5LDXPS

Titles by Whitney Dineen:
The Reinvention of Mimi Finnegan   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00XFPKA02
Relatively Normal   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07H74W5N1
Motherhood Martyrdom & Costco Runs   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06Y2QC6RB

Titles by KJ Farnham:
Click Date Repeat   https://www.amazon.com/Click-Date-Repeat-K-Farnham-ebook/dp/B00MXSLAJC/
Click Date Repeat Again  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06Y12RKKF
A Case of Serendipity  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B078SZ913P

Titles by Kirsty McManus:
Perfume Therapy   https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01K3EI0HW
1996   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07JJJDXJW
Lightweight  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0768TJF1T

Titles by Kate O’Keeffe:
Styling Wellywood   https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZ5490D
The Right Guy: A romantic comedy   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07MMQ1YW4
One Last First Date   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B072DZD7PT

Titles by Holly Tierney-Bedord:
The Port Elspeth Jewelry Making Club   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DFTDNXY
Surviving Valencia   https://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Valencia-Holly-Tierney-Bedord-ebook/dp/B008GT84GY
Wrestling with Romance   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01DK1V8RO

Try KU free:

If you don’t already have a Kindle Unlimited membership, it’s free to try it out for 30 days and you don’t need to have a Kindle to use it. You can download the Kindle app for free and read ebooks on your phone, tablet, or computer. Here are details about how to try it out: https://www.amazon.com/gp/help/customer/display.html?nodeId=201550620

Join Thursday Night Book Club’s Facebook group to learn more about this contest’s authors and hear if any additional books or prizes get added:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/598707953642326/

Friday, March 15, 2019

Specters in the Storm by Pauline Baird Jones

$4.99

Amazon

Specters, Automatons & Evil, oh my!

Dr. Ernest Warren is done with love. Losing his wife in the Great Storm of 1901 left him with questions only science and interstellar travel can answer. When disturbing storms begin to brew again, he to reluctantly turns his airship back to where he lost his love in hopes of finding answers.

Prudence Pinkerton has been following Ernest's multi-dimensional career from the future and knows she has to meet him.

When he reluctantly accepts her help, Prudence doesn't waste time. She knows time is running out and the world is on the cusp of life-altering change.

Prudence must overcome his distrust of her if they are to save Earth from the evil hiding in the heart of the storm.

Pauline Baird Jones’ is known for writing smart, quirky, funny fiction. Check out her venture into a time-bending paranormal detective story with Specters in the Storm.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Guardian Angel by Linda Wisdom


$3.99

Amazon

The lady in command—a graduate of Annapolis—beautiful Alex Page had put a career in Naval Intelligence and a bitter marriage behind her. Now, as security chief of a major firm, her main charge was guarding the body of its dashing president.

Proud, aloof, an absolute professional, Alex had no interest in protecting Jared Templeton from the exquisite society women who assaulted his magnificent body by night—no interest in challenging the Sydney Sorceress or the South Seas Siren—until, without warning, the climate changed. Suddenly the man who moved through women like a shark through shoals of fish launched a calculated attack on her senses. And Alex, master of self-defense, could no longer guarantee the safety of her own heart.

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

May and the Single Heart by Vi Zetterwall Excerpt

$2.99 or FREE for Kindle Unlimited Subscribers

Amazon

Rachel Connor is a brilliant 34-year old writer with an optimistic attitude about life. She loses her job, lives with a port wine birthmark on her face and has a pile of manuscript rejection slips on her desk. Still she hopes for better times. An opportunity to write the biography of a rich software entrepreneur appears to change her love life and fortunes around but Rachel doesn’t see the storm coming and finds herself in a no-win situation. The coin of luck falls into her hands and a very quiet man steps in to turn the tide. But can she trust him anymore than the last man who did her wrong?

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

Excerpt:

Several hours later, Rachel reached her arms up above her head, stretching both her back and her neck at the same time. The article was finished. Somehow, the article had gone from what gave her hope to what caused people to spend money buying lottery tickets and back to her again. She mused that hope was far too complicated to explain in one 800 word column. But she knew her boss, Nick, wouldn’t care about limitations like that so she did it anyway. She was about to attach it and send it on to him but decided it would be more prudent to read through one more time.
She leaned back in her chair and read silently to herself.

ON THE NATURE OF HOPE
By Rachel Connor
The mailman flashed a smile at me as I approached him in the lobby. I opened my box and pulled out a handful of envelopes. Two bills, three advertisements and one letter from a publisher. I tore open the last one and read the same words I have read so often: ‘We regret to inform you that we are unable to accept your manuscript for publication at this time.’
I’m never surprised when I read that sentence. Over the last eight years I have read that same line too many times to count. Disappointed? Yes. Surprised? No. What truly surprises me is how rapidly my hope that the next publisher will shower me with money and fame, is reignited. Hundreds of consecutive rejections and yet, before I am up the stairs to my apartment, I am already mentally spending my earnings that I will make when the first publisher says YES.
So, what is up with this thing called Hope? From where does it sprout? How can it be slayed on the business field so many times and yet rise again stronger than ever? What does this Hope eat for breakfast? And how do I get my hands on that?
Last week, the Powerball lotto rose to over $200 million. The little mom and pop convenience store near my apartment had lines out the door at 5 o’clock. I am happy for them because I know they make a nickel off of each sale. And more importantly, if someone wins on a ticket bought at their store, they get a split of the winnings—really big bucks! Hey, what’s going on here? I’m hoping they win. Am I wasting some of my own hope on the other guys? On a longshot? What if I have a finite amount of hope left in me? Now, I’ve just spent some of it on someone else. Yikes, I better rethink this.
Last week, I could look out of my corner window and see the lines of ticket buyers at the store. People like you and me, lined up in the drizzle, suffering the Seattle weather’s version of raining on their parade. ‘So you want to win the big one, huh? Well, try a little of this liquid sunshine.’ The Seattle weather gods seem to take peculiar delight in punishing those who eagerly spend their hope on a 250-million-to-one longshot. They lose, of course. Every one of them. No one from Seattle has ever won a Powerball drawing. The odds are enormously stacked against every person standing in line in the rain and yet they do it gleefully.
Why? What power is so mighty that nearly certain defeat does not dissuade millions of people from trying anyway? What marketing wizardry drives people to hand over their cash for a ticket destined for the waste bin? What supernatural force compels sane, rational beings to smile as they wait in long lines for one modest snowball of a chance?
Joseph Addison said, “Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for.”
Humans need something to hope for. All those people braving the rain as they stand in line are there to buy a little piece of hope. If you don’t play, you can’t win. So they play and then they imagine a life of riches and mentally they spend it all between that purchase and the day of the drawing. I know, because I do it too. Sometimes with a lotto ticket, more often with my publishing submissions. And I find that when I imagine myself as a winner, I become a better person. I’m more giving, I’m more generous, I judge less and I laugh more. I become the person that I hope I can be. Without a financial care in the world, I morph into the person I know I should be anyway.
And in my quiet moments, I muse about hope and its nature. And I know in my heart that without hope, I would be rudderless, impotent, powerless to see a sunrise and smile, or view a sunset and marvel. Tomorrow is another day and I trust that resilient hope will swell in me again one more time, yet I worry that each person only has a limited amount of hope to expend. I can’t help but wonder if some day my spirit will be crushed as no new hope arises. Someone said that hope springs eternal. I hope that is true. But for now, I’ll go on hoping for the mom and pop store, or for my brother or for my mom or for all those people standing in line in the rain. I don’t know if hope is truly infinite, so all I can do is try to believe that I will continue to hope. After all, the mailman comes again tomorrow.

Not my best work, but waxing philosophical has never been my strong point, she thought. Joseph Addison, whoever he was, was correct. People need something to do. I write. It may not be what I want to write at this particular moment in time, but I’m still writing.




Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Happy Book Birthday, Black Hills Bad Boy!


Some books are bittersweet. An old friend of mine had recently returned from a motorcycle trip through the Black Hills when I was starting this series. His tales of touring the hills on his “Hog” triggered the story idea behind this book. I’m sad to say my friend passed away from a sudden heart attack a few years later, but the way he gobbled up life while he was alive and his love of history inspired this story, which lives on…so happy birthday, Bad Boy! 



Could the third time be her happily-ever-after charm? Or is this Black Hills bad boy here today, gone tomorrow? Like a dream. A crazy, sexy dream with lasting repercussions.



Single mom Katherine “Kat” Petroski is this close to finishing her degree and being able to stand on her own two feet. Not that she’s ever had much in the way of support from either her family or her ex-husbands. Her divorced parents were more concerned about hurting each other than making sure Kat’s emotional needs were being met. When she looked for love in the back seat of a car with her Homecoming King boyfriend, she got more – and less – than she bargained for. Twice. Now, she’s only interested in sexy Alpha males if they show up in her dreams. When she rescues a RUB – rich, urban biker – from a bar fight and agrees to give him a henna tattoo, she feels perfectly safe because he’s so not her type. And when he offers to pay her to show him the “real” Black Hills, she can’t say no – the money will help pay for her older son’s dental work. But on their journey, they cross a line where dreams and reality get a little hazy. 

What’s a successful orthodontist from Denver doing in a bar fight in the Black Hills of South Dakota? Jackson "Jack" Treadwell bought a motorcycle to prove to his ex-fiancĂ© that he had a sense of adventure. He gets a bit more than he bargained for the night a pretty little barmaid comes to his rescue. Too bad she breaks his first rule of attraction: no single moms. Hiring her to show him the “real” Hills seems safe enough until a medical emergency puts him in Kat’s hands for the night. A night like none other. Jack’s dream takes him to a place he’d be content to stay for the rest of his life. Too bad he doesn’t know where–-or when-–that is.
Read Chapter One for FREE on my website: BAD BOY

Or download Black Hills Rendezvous I HERE for 30% off using this coupon code: 7KQOYT9WH5

Happy reading, my friends.

Deb

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