tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65406316542995175472024-03-13T20:04:59.586+02:00Author Leah D.W.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-29078269053883926262015-02-06T14:41:00.000+02:002015-02-06T14:41:48.555+02:00Mad as a Hatter by Catherine Stovall
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Madness is a state of frenzied or chaotic activity, and that
is what you will find inside the pages of ‘As Mad as a Hatter’. Walk the path
of Lady Death, feel the power of freedom, fall in love, and fear the dark
corners of the room with these twelve short stories and six poems from
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first tale to the last I was hooked. The short stories were beautifully written
and never disappointed, the stories either gracefully sweet or devilishly
divine. Catherine Stovall did an amazing job portraying emotions and characters
that make this collection a must read. My favourite tale is the first one, Lady
Death Comes To Call. I love winter and this story shows just how beautiful the
season can be with a twist of whimsy. The author painted a picture that took my
breath away in such a simple manner and the added tension and suspense was the
extra element that made this my favourite. There are also tales of blood and
darkness that will be perfect for readers that prefer some horror in their
lives, like The Queen's Art which made me cringe but not stop reading. All in
all, Catherine Stovall did an excellent job and I recommend this to anyone who
loves to read something about everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Catherine Stovall is the author of Faire Eve, The Requiem of
Humanity Series, and the short story, Fearful Day. Upcoming publications for
2013 include Bloody Freedom (Broken Mirrors, Fractured Minds Anthology)
Condemned to Die (short story), Arcana: The Maiden (full length), Eternity:
Requiem of Humanity Series: Book Three (full length), and Drift Back Home
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Fictioneers. She also enjoys working with other independent authors to spread
awareness and to build a better indie community.<br />
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Catherine is a fearless creature who surrounds herself with the joys of life
both in and out of her fictional worlds. She lives in Southeast Missouri with
her husband, three children, and pets. When not writing, she spends her time
riding motorcycles, wearing elaborate hats, and genuinely enjoying the oddities
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“I
am a phantom. Barely human with the duty to get rid of the possessed. That is
why beings like me were created, why we were <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">bred</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">In a dying city filled
with a deadly plague and even deadlier creatures, Déjà hides from a past
drenched in blood and the only family she has ever known. She hates what she is
and her cravings to spill fresh blood drives her away from anyone that gets too
close. Living out her life wearing lace corsets and working in an underground
nightclub keeps her secret from hurting others, until a bounty is placed on her
head by a mystery benefactor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Now she is stalked by
an assassin that threatens to steal her heart and discovering a family of powerful
beings that hold the key to her past, Déjà has no choice but to embrace what she
truly is in order to battle the secrets that the city holds within its shadows.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">TEASER</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Kyra
isn’t waiting for me outside the building. I look up and down the alley but
there is no sign of the dog anywhere. My dagger is back in my boot, still slick
with blood, and so are my hands. I hear a cough and quickly start running.
Trying to find a giant dog has never been a problem for me before, yet Kyra
disappeared into thin air. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">In
my hurry I trip over an extended leg and fall with my face planted in grime. I
taste the city, filth between my teeth and rot rolling down my tongue. Gaging,
my heart gives a heavy beat as I quickly get onto all fours, spitting and
choking, and don’t see the leg heading my way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">A
foot cracks a rib and I tumble to the ground, wetness soaking my hair as I lie
there staring up at two men with white blank eyes. They are smiling, one
missing a few teeth and the other with a scar down the side of his ruddy face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Toothless
kicks out again, this time smacking me across the face and sending me back down
again. His friend grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me up onto my feet. I
cry out as they stare into my face, smiles even wider.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Pay
up!” toothless laughs. “Told you she was a muncher.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“How
should I know the difference, ey?” his friend grumbles, digging out coins from
a pocket in his ratty old coat. “She looks human! That bet was unfair.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“A
bet is still a bet even if you are an idiot,” toothless laughs harder, tucking
the coins into his own pocket. “Now it is dinner time!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I
swing out a punch and toothless smacks my hand away. His friend pulls harder on
my hair and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming as I feel the
crack in my rib ache sharply. I can’t draw any attention to us; three possessed
in one area is a rarity so there could be more hiding in the shadows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">White
eyes peer close to my face as toothless gives me a sniff. “This one is older
than I like.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Don’t
be picky,” the other says. “This is the first one I have seen in years!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Too
bad for you,” I say as I kick out and yank my hair free.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Toothless
grunts. Quickly reaching down, I pull out my dagger and point it at them,
stepping back cautiously as they stare at me. Toothless looks at his friend
then back at me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Seriously?”
he arches a brow. “You think you scare us?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Well,”
I look between the two of them. “Don’t I?”<br />
They burst out laughing and my cheeks heat up. When I see toothless double
over, wiping at his eyes, I ball my hands and let my dagger fly. The blade
sinks into soft flesh and scar face cries out. He pulls the dagger out from
above his collar bone and throws it to the ground. Blood seeps out bright red
and my eyes latch onto it hungrily. My heart beat slows. I blink.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Jumping
forward and grabbing his hair, I slam his face into my knee. When he is down I
turn to toothless and swing my leg up to connect my boot to his jaw. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Both
are down on the ground and I pick up my dagger to point it at them again. They
aren’t laughing this time. Their wide blank eyes watch me closely, mouths
turned down in disgust and blood still painted across their filthy skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“So,”
I brush hair from my eyes. “Are you scared now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-70776428905390360482015-01-03T17:04:00.000+02:002015-01-03T17:04:34.063+02:00Unleashed Poems by Jennifer Raygoza
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Amazing! I really loved reading this collection of poems and they are perfect for any reader of any age. Jennifer Raygoza is a great author and one to watch for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This collection of heart-tearing, eye blinking poems was
amazing to read. The raw emotion splashed across those pages was truly felt and
many reminded me of experiences throughout my life where I felt the same. Many
teenagers go through hard times and these poems are their voices, a way for
readers to see that being young isn't just about having fun and laughing. There
are also dark days that they keep hidden and I'm sure many will be able to
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-25745731114092510112014-12-30T12:13:00.000+02:002014-12-30T12:13:10.345+02:00Phantom 2.0 release day party!My latest novel is almost ready to be released and of course we must celebrate with a great party!<br />
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On the 16th of January 2015 (release day) I, Candy and awesome reviewer Hayley will be hosting a fun party on Facebook. There will be treats for everyone (yes, that does mean chocolate galore), music to set the mood for a paranormal novel filled with mysteries, fun games where you can win lots of prizes from authors all around, including ebook copies of Phantom 2.0 from me, aaaaaand there will be two guest appearances from the characters in the book! <br />
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I also plan to have a treat for the vampire fans out there. During the end of the party I will reveal a sneak peek for the next novel coming out from me and CHBB, perfect to sink your teeth into.<br />
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Everyone is invited and bring a friend along that is also a huge reading fanatic. Don't be shy to ask me questions or to start dancing.<br />
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Phantom 2.0 also has a Thunderclap to help promote it on release day, so if you have Thunderclap as well please help support it and tell your friends. It already received a lot of support from readers and authors which is amazing. Thanks to everyone for helping and spreading the love for my novel.<br />
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Link to Thunderclap: <a href="http://thndr.it/1xaGOB4">http://thndr.it/1xaGOB4</a><br />
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Also a BIG thank you to Candy, my admin and beta reader, for all of your support and spreading the word about my novels like wild fire :) as well as talking to me whenever I need advice on my writing and more. <br />
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Thank you to Hayley for helping to host the party and being patient with me with reviews.<br />
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I can't wait for the 16th and hope to see you all there! <br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Something evil is going on in the Montgomery Psychiatric Hospital; every time there is an unexplainable blackout, a patient dies. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">Callie isn’t insane – she sees the ghost of her dead best friend only because he really is there. It’s just that nobody believes her. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">Casey is scarred after a horrific attack during which he killed someone. Temporary insanity was his plea, and the asylum is his prison. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">With fear and death lurking everywhere, and no way to escape, Callie is certain it’s only a matter of time before she or Casey, the odd boy she has an inexplicable link with, becomes the next victim of the creature in the shadows. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">Trapped in the asylum with a killer on the loose, there’s plenty of reason to be afraid of the dark.</span></span></div>
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“Let me go! Let go of me! I’m not crazy! I’m not fucking crazy!” I screamed, thrashing against the guards as they half-dragged and half-carried me down the pale, sterile hallway. I bit fingers and kicked shins and scratched arms, I spat and snarled and cursed, I screamed so loud I hurt my own ears and scared the hell out of half the other patients in the building. And still, the guards thrust me into a dark little room and slammed the metal door behind me, locking me in…<br />Again.<br />It wasn’t the first time I’d tried to escape, nor the first time I’d been caught. But this time was the closest I’d gotten to freedom, and to be thrown back into the tiny, dull, lifeless room I’d been inhabiting for nearly three months, to be ten feet from fresh air and grass and a world without bars on the windows and a schedule for every moment outside my room, and then be forced back into a prison – it was maddening.<br />But then, that was the thing about the Montgomery Psychiatric Hospital; if you weren’t already mad when you went in, you sure would be after a few months.<br />I slumped onto the floor and stared at the door, not sure whether to cry or try to rip the door off its hinges. I forced my mind to go blank, because at least if I didn’t think about how painfully close I’d come to finally getting out of here, I could perhaps retain what was left of my dwindling sanity. If I thought about how I’d been close enough to see the huge, wrought iron gates at the end of the gravel driveway through the glass doors, I’d probably lose it for good, and then I’d actually deserve to be here.<br />For now, I was sane.<br />It was just that nobody believed me.<br />They said I was crazy. That I was a danger to myself and possibly to others. That I was delusional, paranoid, disturbed. That I heard voices.<br />Well. That much was true. I did hear voices. Actually, only one voice.<br />“Failed again, sweetheart. Nice try, though,” said the voice that nobody else could hear. It was a voice I knew all too well – a voice I’d known since I was seven years old.<br />I tore my gaze off the door, and turned to see him. He was sitting on the bed, looking as real as he had the day he’d died. Silky brown curls, pouty lips, and hazel eyes. Silver hoop earring in one ear, ragged jeans with holes in the knees, and a sleeveless dark blue shirt that exposed the pentagram tattoo on his left bicep. Overall, gorgeous. And absolutely, unequivocally dead as a doornail.<br />I sighed and grimaced at the ghost of my dead best friend. “Shut up, Chester.”<br />He folded his hands over his heart, pretending to be injured – which would have been a lot funnier if his heart was still beating. “Aw, don’t be like that, Cal. I’m sure you’ll make it next time.”<br />“You said that last time.”<br />“Did I?” He frowned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I guess I was wrong then.”<br />I snorted. “Yeah, that’s really reassuring.”</div>
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<span style="color: black;">I’m H.G. Lynch, a Scottish Paranormal Romance author, avid readers, and cat-lover. I spend most of my days writing, while wrestling my cat, Sooki, off my laptop. I believe that chocolate cake can save the world, and I am highly caffeine-addicted. I can occasionally be found rolling on the floor, laughing manically, when I’ve consumed too much caffeine. I love horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">My books are dark fantasy romances, usually with a bad boy and a bad girl. Sometimes with zombies, sometimes vampires, sometimes other things. Enjoy!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-34870975011543362752014-12-06T11:33:00.000+02:002014-12-06T11:33:31.435+02:00Cover reveal for Phantom 2.0 by Leah D.W.Releasing on the 16th of January 2015 is a YA paranormal novel by Leah D.W. that is perfect for readers with a taste for the dark and dangerous. Enter a world overrun by unstable magic and creatures from the depths of the Earth. <br />
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I spent a year working on this novel and soon it will be live! It took a lot of revising and re-planning, especially when the first time I fully finished writing it my laptop was stolen before I could save it. I was forced to either give up or rewrite the entire thing from memory and the rushes notes in several notebooks. I love the characters so much that I just couldn't give up on them, so I sat down and started it once again. This novel truly was my baby and I can't wait to share it with readers who enjoy YA novels with elements of the supernatural, some laughs and of course a certain sexy assassin that has become my book boyfriend. <br />
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So here is the cover reveal. Let me know in the comments what you think or visit my author page on FB where you can learn more about this world I have created. The awesome cover that I absolutely LOVE was created by Rue Volley, an amazing writer and designer from CHBB that has recently become my role model. A huge thank you Rue, the cover really is AWESOME :)<br />
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Phantom 2.0 by Leah D.W.<br />
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In 1346, Princess Ophelia Dacre sneaks out of the castle to visit her boyfriend in secret. A perfect night cut short when she’s brutally murdered.</div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Ruth Silver attended Northern Illinois University and graduated with a Bachelor's in Communication in the spring of 2005.<span> </span>While in college, she spent much of her free time writing with friends she met online and penning her first novel, <i>Deuces are Wild, </i>which she self-published in 2004.<span> </span>Her favorite class was Creative Writing senior year where she often handed in assignments longer than the professor required because she loved to write and always wanted to finish her stories. <i><span> </span></i>Her love of writing led her on an adventure in 2007 to Melbourne, Australia.<span> </span>Silver enjoys reading, photography, traveling and most of all writing.<span> </span>She loves dystopian and fantasy young adult stories.<span> </span>Her debut novel published by Lazy Day Publishing and Patchwork Press, ABERRANT, was released April 2013.<span> </span>The second novel in the series, MOIRAI, continues the saga. ISAURA, is the final instalment in the ABERRANT trilogy. Ruth has been actively writing since she was a teenager.<span> </span>Her current writing projects include a YA science-fiction fantasy series, ORENDA, and a YA paranormal series, DEAD GIRL WALKING. Both novels are due for release in 2014. She currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois.</span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-25299107794556691672014-01-12T20:28:00.002+02:002014-12-04T21:13:53.309+02:00Orenda by Ruth SilverHere is a cover reveal for all you fantasy fans :) I am loving this cover and it sounds really interesting. Check out this author and make sure to add her book to your Goodreads list. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lil has a gift, one she never thought possible as she finds
herself awake after a strange dream with the tell-tale sign that what she
dreamt was in fact real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The dreamscape,
was more than just a premonition it happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She’d been momentarily tossed into another dimension.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where most would consider her crazy, not her
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In another reality, one similar and yet slightly different
Willow has been kidnapped by the sorceress turned demon, Eilith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rawlie, Willow’s friend and companion crosses
to our universe for help and brings Lil into his world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Filled with frightening creatures and magical
elements, Lil demands to go home, until she discovers Bray has been taken by
Eilith as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unable to watch her best
friend die, she joins forces with Rawlie, Jamie and the others to hunt down
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Expected Publication: Spring 2014<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Publisher: Patchwork Press<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Genre: YA, Fantasy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cover Design: Erica Crouch</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ruth Silver attended Northern Illinois University and
graduated with a Bachelor's in Communication in the spring of 2005.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While in college, she spent much of her free
time writing with friends she met online and penning her first novel, Deuces
are Wild, which she self-published in 2004.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her favorite class was Creative Writing senior year where she often
handed in assignments longer than the professor required because she loved to
write and always wanted to finish her stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her love of writing led her on an adventure in 2007 to Melbourne, Australia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Silver enjoys reading, photography, traveling
and most of all writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She loves
dystopian and fantasy young adult stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her debut novel published by Lazy Day Publishing and Patchwork Press,
ABERRANT, was released April 2013.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
second novel in the series, MOIRAI, continues the saga. ISAURA, is the final
installment in the ABERRANT trilogy. Ruth has been actively writing since she
was a teenager.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her current writing
projects include a YA science-fiction fantasy series, ORENDA, and a YA/NA
paranormal series, DEAD GIRL WALKING. Both novels are due for release in 2014.
She currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05446057607252802297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-83858982100164704772013-11-04T22:04:00.000+02:002014-12-04T21:14:23.240+02:00Seducing Anne (SHROAG #1) by Chanse Lowell<br />
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of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned, and now he's
being thrown back in time. <span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;">His assignment? To impregnate Anne Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he's
completed more assignments than any other agent, and is ready to retire. Too
bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve history, and his DNA is the only
one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the woman who kept Henry VIII at arm's
length for over seven years? And how will he keep from falling for her in his
efforts?</span></span><br />
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you. Not for him. And I will touch you. If you do not want me to do that, then
I will not be there.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">She sucked in some air, and
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Lavender lady—do you want
me there? Do you want me to touch you in front of the king and everyone else?”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“When you make a decision,
find me. I will await your answer.” He dropped his grip, releasing her chin.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“What was that? Are you
saying I can touch you at dinner?”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">His groin tightened. She
really was sweet and very beautiful, and her submissiveness came to her
naturally when she wasn’t struggling to fit herself into a man’s world.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“I will protect you. I will
be there for you, and Henry will not touch you while I am around. If I am to
play with you, then you are mine. No one else’s. I do not share, Lady Anne. So,
when you are ready to take him as your lover, then you release me, and I will
be gone from your life.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“As your lord and sir, you
will always wear your hair down like this when you are around me. I want it
soft, straight and virginal—pure like you. I want you always smelling of
lavender and finding some way to please me each day, even if it is something
small.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">She sagged for a moment.
Were her knees buckling on her?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">He gripped her by the upper
arms. “Follow these guidelines, and I am at your disposal. Any time you need
me, you ask, and I will be there.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Her lips drifted into a
small, but sweet, smile. “Thank you, sir.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“You are a naturally kind
woman. Court life has hardened you—and I intend to undo that.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“That would be the death of
me. We all have parts to play at court,” she said, her voice soft.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+.
Story includes bondage, dirty talk with crude language, dubious consent, and
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three things—reading erotica, writing erotica and sandwiches with a side of
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Usually, her ability to read minds gives her an edge. But when the people she’s hunting are also telepaths, that advantage is limited. <p>The search takes her into the dark underbelly of telepathic society, where anything, and anyone, is for sale. She discovers that telepathic women and girls are being trafficked as the ultimate sex slaves. <p>With people trying to kill her, she’s on the run, not knowing who she can trust. Will she find the missing girl, or become a victim herself? <p><b>Excerpt: </b> <p>I walked into the restaurant to meet my prospective client, scanned the diners and slipped into the booth with her. She started to say something, then her eyes widened and nothing came out of her open mouth. <p>“Mrs. Sanders? I’m RB Kendrick,” I said, extending my hand. <p>“Oh, my,” she breathed. “The description you gave me is wholly inadequate.” She stared at me for a minute, then said, “Copper.” <p>Confused, I looked around. There weren’t any police in there. “Huh?” I said intelligently. <p>“Your hair. It’s not ginger, it’s like polished copper. It shines.” <p>Women notice different things than men. As I suspected from our conversation on the phone, Sylvia Sanders was a norm and so was her husband. What I read in her mind matched what she told me verbally. It’s so much easier when clients tell you the truth. I understood why she had suspicions about her husband. The changes in his behavior and schedule screamed other woman to me also. <p>“So what do you want, Mrs. Sanders? A report, photos, a confrontation? A basic report of what and who he is or is not doing will run a thousand pounds. Photos catching them in the act are another thousand, if I can get them. Unlike the telly, most people don’t conveniently provide evidence in front of windows with the shades open. If you want to confront him in the act, I’ll accompany you for an additional fifteen hundred pounds.” <p>She blanched at my rates. <p>“If what he’s doing isn’t obvious, and I have to put him under surveillance for an extended period, my rates are five thousand a week.” <p>“I don’t think that will be necessary,” she said with a quiver in her voice. She gave me a thousand and I wrote down all the pertinent information. <p>“I’ll check on it this afternoon. I’m going to be out of town for a few days,” I told her. “If I don’t find anything by tomorrow morning, I’ll call you when I get back.” <p>“Thank you, Miss Kendrick. This has been going on for several months. I don’t think it’s going to change.” <p>“Mrs. Sanders, you need to think about what you’re going to do if your suspicions are correct. Are you going to confront him and hope he ends it? Or do you plan to divorce him? It’s something you should decide before hand.” <p>“I want a divorce,” she said. “I know he’s cheating on me. He called a little while ago and told me he had to work late this evening.” <p> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p>About The Author: <p>I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.<br>I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. I was in Paris and Iceland this summer. <p>I have a very significant other, two cats and two Basset Hounds. I’m currently living in Baltimore, nine blocks from the harbor, but still own a home in New Mexico. <p><a href="http://brkingsolver.com/">http://brkingsolver.com/</a> <p><a href="http://brkingsolver.com/author-s-blog">http://brkingsolver.com/author-s-blog</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/BRKINGSOLVER">https://twitter.com/BRKINGSOLVER</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/brkingsolver">https://www.facebook.com/brkingsolver</a> <p><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5823296.B_R_Kingsolver">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5823296.B_R_Kingsolver</a> <p><a href="http://amazon.com/author/brkingsolver">http://amazon.com/author/brkingsolver</a> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sQMEr2S-MCw/UmRHJkB97pI/AAAAAAAAHB8/qxUlAqLX_V8/s1600-h/clip_image004_thumb2.jpg"><img title="clip_image004_thumb" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image004_thumb" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RpPSVbW40SA/UmRHKxZ7QeI/AAAAAAAAHCE/7gXvgQ4-BOM/clip_image004_thumb_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-86561256010348798912013-10-18T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-18T10:00:01.088+02:00Book Blitz: Silent Oath, Locked Within Trilogy Book Two by Paul Anthony Shortt<p> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p><b><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LCUm6VYBNgw/UmBQUBT8vEI/AAAAAAAAGuc/UcT6U_8clpw/s1600-h/clip_image002%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4cgmvSHuqVI/UmBQVW7htZI/AAAAAAAAGuk/4tNErFm_DiA/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="484"></a>S</b><b>ilent Oath<br>Locked Within Trilogy</b></p> <p><b>Book Two</b> <p><b>Paul Anthony Shortt</b> <p>Genre: Urban Fantasy <p>Publisher: <a href="http://widopublishing.com/">WiDo Publishing</a> <p>Date of Publication: October 8<sup>th</sup>, 2013 <p>ISBN: 978-1937178369 <p>Number of pages: 300 <p>Word Count: 80,000 <p>Cover Artist: Steven Novak <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1937178366/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk">Amazon</a> <p>Book Description: <p>Hope has returned to New York City. Nathan Shepherd leads a small band of dedicated fighters against the Council of Chains and the city's supernatural masters. But it's not enough. Because from the shadows of Nathan's former lives comes an old enemy, one who knows terrible secrets that Nathan has not yet remembered, secrets that could undo everything he has fought for. <p>Nathan's only chance to uncover the memories of his previous existence, and to conquer these new forces of evil, lies in Elena DeSantis. A woman he has fought beside in past lifetimes. A woman he has loved. <p>Together, Nathan and Elena are the only future the city has. <p align="center"><font color="#0000ff"><strong>CHAPTER ONE</strong></font> <p>Nathan Shepherd opened his hood<a name="_GoBack"></a>ed coat and quietly drew his sword from its sheath. Scanning the doorways and rooftops for movement, he ventured through the alley, dark puddles rippling under his boots. <p>Nathan watched the doorways and windows for movement. The creature Nathan was hunting, a vampire named Garth, had been too greedy. The smiling face of a young woman was burned into Nathan’s memory, and the story of how her body was found, what had been done to her, buried in the corner of a newspaper like she didn’t matter. Vampires didn’t have to kill their victims, they just liked to. Garth would pay. <p>Someone screamed. Nathan followed the sound to a back street and took cover, stealing a quick glance around the corner. He saw two figures running. The lead was a small, rail-thin boy; late teens as far as Nathan could make out. He had a good head start on the pale, bald man hurtling along behind him. Even so far away, Nathan could make out the feral eyes and hear the snarls. <i>That’s him</i>. He lowered his sword and waited. <p>First the skinny kid ran past. Nathan counted a beat and swung his arm out from around the corner, clotheslining Garth. The vampire hit the ground. The boy he was chasing looked back, then tripped, careening into a trashcan. <p>“Evening, Garth.” Nathan stepped over him. “Been looking for you.” <p>The vampire wasted no time on words. He twisted and kicked Nathan’s legs out from under him before leaping to his feet and running toward the boy. Nathan pulled a small throwing knife from a slot in his leather utility harness and flicked it at Garth. The knife lodged in Garth’s back. He turned and snarled. “You’re pissing me off.” <p>“Good,” Nathan got to his feet. “I was beginning to worry I’d never get good at this.” <p>Garth sprinted down the alleyway. Nathan swept his sword in a low arc, cutting across Garth’s stomach as he passed. The vampire’s speed threw him off balance, and he let his guard drop. Garth lashed out with black claws across Nathan’s arm. The coat’s armored lining protected him from serious injury, but Garth followed up with two rapid punches to his face. <p>Tasting blood, Nathan thrust his sword out, running Garth through. He took Garth off his feet with a kick to the knee. Holding Garth down with his foot, Nathan lifted his sword and brought it down on Garth’s neck. It was not a clean cut, but it was enough. <p>The body began to dry up and broke apart into dust while Nathan backed away, taking in deep breaths. <i>Sloppy. Too many mistakes.</i> If Nathan didn’t get those under control they’d get him killed eventually. At least his hands didn’t shake afterward anymore. <p>Nathan turned to the boy that Garth had been chasing, who was still lying on the ground. <p>“You . . . ” The boy stood slowly. “You’re him, aren’t you?” <p>Nathan nodded. “What’s your name?” <p>“Eric.” The boy clutched a gray courier bag to his chest like his life depended on it. <p>“Why was the vampire after you, Eric?” <p>“He wanted my bag. I’m in the trade.” <p>The trade. It meant the boy wasn’t just aware of the supernatural; he was an active part of the hidden world. Probably someone’s apprentice. <p>“Where’s home?” Nathan asked. “Close?” <p>Eric nodded, “My dad’s store is half a block from here. Baum’s Curiosity Shop.” <p>“Get going.” <p>Eric began to go, but stopped and turned. “Thank you, sir.” <p>Nathan nodded a goodbye and closed his coat again before making his way out of the back streets. <p><i>Would my parents be proud of me?</i> It wasn’t the first time Nathan Shepherd had wondered that over the last nine months. His mother, Louise, had taught him to look out for those in need. <i>Strength isn’t in your fists,</i> she used to say, <i>it’s in the way people take care of each other. </i>His father, Mike, was a firefighter. He’d spent his life saving people. While Nathan could recall any moment in his life with perfect accuracy, the image of his dad, tall and broad-shouldered, walking out the door in his uniform, held a special place in his heart. The first hero a little boy ever had. The one person he could always rely on to save the day. After being injured by a vampire named Eli, Mike had chosen to save Nathan instead of getting himself to a hospital. He died while Nathan was fighting a soul eater, a monster that fed on the essence of mortals. <p><i>I never got to say goodbye.</i> <p>His coat pulled at him in the light spring breeze. It had taken him five nights to track this one down. The Council of Chains had started to get cautious. Although it made his work more difficult, it meant they were starting to be afraid. <p><i>I’ve saved lives.</i> That would make his father proud, wouldn’t it? <p>Nathan picked up some coffee on the way back to his truck, a dark green four-door flatbed pickup. He may have gotten over the shaking hands, but the hollow feeling in his stomach and brief dizzy spells told him his adrenaline was wearing off. He checked the time. Ten fifty-five. The coffee warmed Nathan’s throat as he drained the cup. He scanned the streets before climbing into the truck and starting the engine. No matter which station Nathan turned to, the radio announced increased gang violence. He really needed to get his hands on a police scanner. Mainstream media could only provide so many leads on supernatural attacks. Let the gang members kill each other. The cops could handle that themselves. Nathan had more specialized concerns. <p>Live jazz music flowed into the street as Nathan pulled up outside Hook and Ladder<i>.</i> His father, Mike, had dreamed of opening this place. Nathan waved to Sam Kinnon, a tall man with short blonde hair, tidy stubble, and shirtsleeves rolled up over thick-muscled arms. <p>Sam’s father had been a friend of Mike’s from his old fire fighter company. After an encounter with a vampire one night when they were closing up, Nathan revealed the truth about the supernatural world, and Sam admitted that he’d dreamed about past lives too. <p>“Done?” Sam leaned in to the car window. <p>“Garth’s dead. I’ll let the family know tomorrow. How’re we doing?” <p>“Business is good. The more vampires and ghouls you kill, the more folk feel safe here. But the Council sent people out again.” <p>“Who?” <p>“Some bruiser named Lucius.” <p>Lucius was a vampire. Nathan knew him by reputation only, but he had become the head enforcer for New York’s official ruler, Vincent Dorian. <p>“They’re sniffing close, boss. We need to be careful.” <p>Nathan rubbed his eyes. “I just need the support of a few more outside conclaves. Then they won’t be able to touch us.” <p>“They can kill you for this, can’t they?” <p>“Violating the treaty? They can do worse than that, if they have proof.” <p>The East Coast Treaty forbade reborn from entering the city. Nathan was free to stay because he hadn’t been involved in the war fought against the Council over fifteen years ago, but inviting others to New York was treading dangerous ground. Even employing Sam was technically a violation. <p>“You coming in?” Sam shifted uneasily as he changed the subject. “Band is good. You’d like them.” <p>Nathan shook his head. “Not tonight. I want to get some rest. Big day tomorrow. After the funeral I’ve also got to meet the people from New Orleans.” <p>“I thought Chicago was tomorrow?” <p>“No, their guy canceled.” <p>“Again? That’s the third time this month.” <p>“Apparently Chicago’s a busy town. Someone named Murphy is meant to fill me in when they get a chance.” <p>“All right. I’d better get back to work. See you later.” Sam went inside. Seeing the people through the doorway, drinking and dancing together, Nathan realized how long it had been since he’d had a night off. The band was playing an Artie Shaw cover. Sam was right; they were good. <p>Nathan parked his truck in the small lot tucked behind the bar and took two large sports bags out from under the tarp in the back. <p>The second-floor apartment had an external entrance up a winding set of metal stairs that rattled as Nathan climbed them. He’d been meaning to get them looked at for a while. <p>Inside the apartment was well kept. The previous tenant had decorated it with light earth tones and left behind several comfortable couches and a bed. Nathan stepped in to a small hallway that led to the stairs on his left and the door into the main room on his right. The main room spread out in a wide open plan with a kitchen area and breakfast bar in the far corner opposite the doors for the bathroom and bedroom. Bookshelves lined the wall, containing collections of novels and arcane texts Nathan had sourced from occult dealers. On one shelf, over a stereo and sitting between Mike’s jazz CDs and Nathan’s collection of classic rock, sat a small frame. Inside the frame rested the medal Mike had been awarded for rescuing half a dozen people from a burning building. Mike had been severely burned in the incident, forcing him into early retirement. <p>Nathan set his bags down next to the standing maps and charts arranged around his computer desk before hanging his coat on a hook on the wall. <p>Nathan left his sword propped against the wall. An ancient weapon he’d wielded in more than one lifetime, the hilt was decorated with the stylized image of a phoenix surrounded by flames. He left his leather utility harness on an armchair and went to the bathroom to check on his arm. <p>A gray reflection looked back at him in the mirror. Black marks hung under his dark blue eyes. Sleep hadn’t exactly been a major priority for a while. Just something he did as needed between patrolling the streets and looking for his next target. At least the broken nose he’d suffered fighting that ogre a few months ago had set well. His nose hadn’t lost its smooth line, angled like a hawk. A haircut might have been in order. His russet mop was far too unruly when allowed to grow out. And he needed to shave. <p>Nathan rubbed his eyes and took some antiseptic ointment from the medicine cabinet before removing his light long-sleeved t-shirt. The shirt was ripped a little, but he could patch it later. His coat would need some repair work too. It was already starting to look like the skin of Frankenstein’s monster, but the padding in the lining had saved his life several times. Nathan hated seeing the coat get damaged though. It had belonged to his father. Of course, that was before members of the underground-dwelling people known as The Lost had modified it for him, adding secret pockets and armor. <p>The cuts on his arm were light and had already stopped bleeding. Still, he wiped them down with some antiseptic, ignoring the sting. With that done, Nathan checked on the thick stripe of reddened, waxy flesh between his neck and right shoulder. The memento of a vampire bite that was treated both to purge the venom and to remove the scent of the vampire that had bitten him. <i>Eli.</i> Every time he looked at the scar he saw Eli’s sneering grin and the knife going into his father’s stomach. Killing him hadn’t made the pain go away. <p>Nathan flexed and rotated his arm, testing the skin around the joint. Still a bit stiff. He put on a fresh sweater and went to his map of the city, all stuck with color-coded pins representing recent numbers of attacks by supernatural predators. He kept a stock of blue pins for any time he managed to put one of them down for good. Nathan pressed one of the blue pins into the spot where Garth had died. That made 17 since he’d started his mission. Looking at the sheer volume of other pins, Nathan tried to tell himself that this was not a losing battle. <p>It was only a matter of time, he kept repeating to himself. Time and determination. Then one day he’d be ready to take on Dorian and topple the power of the Council of Chains for good. <i>One day.</i> <p>After booting up his computer and checking the news feeds for more reports of unexplained incidents or mysterious disappearances, Nathan sat back in his chair, feeling himself sink into the leather. He looked up at a collection of sketches pinned to a board on the wall. Faces of men and women dressed in styles from throughout history gazed back at him. Some pretty, some handsome, some homely. Some smiled while others frowned in anger or sadness. All young, between their late teens and early thirties. Nathan had known them all. Although he could recall their faces in perfect detail with a moment’s concentration, he still liked to look at them. Thoughts of killing and death faded away, sore muscles eased and Nathan drifted to sleep. <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9sxXogjl9JM/UmBQWZDN6TI/AAAAAAAAGus/HpgekLSowM8/s1600-h/clip_image004%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZCi66Z75VYs/UmBQXQHAQhI/AAAAAAAAGu0/T9xM-OqThz4/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"></a><b>About the Author: </b> <p>A child at heart who turned to writing and roleplaying games when there simply weren't enough action figures to play out the stories he wanted, Paul Anthony Shortt has been writing all his life. Growing up surrounded by music, film and theatre gave him a deep love of all forms of storytelling, each teaching him something new he could use. When not playing with the people in his head, he enjoys cooking and regular meet-ups with his gaming group. <p>Paul lives in Ireland with his wife Jen and their dogs, Pepper and Jasper. Their first child, Conor William Henry Shortt, was born on July 11th, 2011. He passed away three days later, but brought love and joy into their lives and those of their friends. The following year, Jen gave birth to twins, Amy and Erica. <p>Paul's first novel, <i>Locked Within</i>, was released on November 6th, 2012, by WiDo Publishing. <i>Silent Oath</i> is the second book in this urban fantasy trilogy. <p>Website: <a href="http://paulanthonyshortt.blogspot.com">http://paulanthonyshortt.blogspot.com</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/paulanthonyshortt">https://www.facebook.com/paulanthonyshortt</a> <p>Twitter: @PAShortt <p>Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6476977.Paul_Anthony_Shortt">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6476977.Paul_Anthony_Shortt</a> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-p4enj3874d4/UmBQYc6xdgI/AAAAAAAAGu8/wvsFtrwhs3Q/s1600-h/clip_image006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DAmbxfTbo8c/UmBQZSi0TWI/AAAAAAAAGvE/byZMF354HDo/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-16640063702281776782013-10-17T10:10:00.000+02:002013-10-17T10:10:00.071+02:00Author Interview with author Karen Greco, author of Hell’s Belle<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-D3qV1AZfvl4/Ul78909UlWI/AAAAAAAAGpo/xmgpOh3MY2s/s1600-h/Hells-Belle-Banner-450-X-1693.png"><img title="Hells Belle Banner 450 X 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Hells Belle Banner 450 X 169" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-571mbN1MSaU/Ul78_NfTi_I/AAAAAAAAGpw/iGG2iG646vs/Hells-Belle-Banner-450-X-169_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="321" height="133"></a></p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Today on the blog we have author Karen Greco for an interview. Thank you for joining us Karen.</strong></font></p> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">Where are you from?</font></strong> <p>Originally I am from Rhode Island. But I've been in the NYC area for about 17 or so years. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>When and why did you begin writing?</strong></font> <p>I started writing seriously in college. I wrote plays. When I got out of school, I was on a journalism/PR career track, so I kind of left writing behind. I started loads of projects but never finished them. Until Hell's Belle. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>When did you first consider yourself a writer?</strong></font> <p>I am not sure I consider myself one yet! It's all a work in progress. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What inspired you to write your first book?</strong></font> <p>A lot of things. I am really inspired by places. Providence is such a neat little city, and it really drove a lot of the inspiration for the book. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Do you have a specific writing style?</strong></font> <p>I am a pretty straightforward writer. I am not terribly flowery. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>How did you come up with the title?</strong></font> <p>It's a riff on the AC/DC song! When I was writing plays, I usually took my titles from music. Figured I'd continue the tradition. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?</strong></font> <p>I think there are a few messages, but I would prefer readers to get to them on their own, if they are interested. Most important to me was entertaining the reader. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?</strong></font> <p>Some of the characters are definitely composites of people I know. But it's not based on any events from my own life. That would be kind of crazy! Awesome but crazy! <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What books have most influenced your life most?</strong></font> <p>Probably Wuthering Heights. I love that book. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?</strong></font> <p>I would love Richard Kadrey to be my mentor! Otherwise, I don't know that I really have one. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What book are you reading now?</strong></font> <p>I am just starting S.M. Sterling's Dies the Fire, and I am reading a few early stage novels that friends wrote. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What are your current projects?</strong></font> <p>I am working on the follow up to Hell's Belle and am also working on a horror novel. I am at the outline phase of a paranormal YA that I am pretty excited about, so I may shelve the horror novel for a bit. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.</strong></font> <p>Oh wow, it's going to be tough to narrow that down. I have been fortunate enough to work in the creative field so I know so many wonderful writers and artists that have been huge supporters. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?</strong></font> <p>I wanted to be an actor and just started writing a lot of my own material. It just kind of spiraled from there. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?</strong></font> <p>I think it's solitude. While I love to be alone in my world, sometimes you just need someone to talk to or to brainstorm. When you work by yourself, it's hard to find that. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?</strong></font> <p>I love Richard Kadrey. Spare writing style, great action, terrific world building, difficult but awesome characters. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?</strong></font> <p>No I don't travel much. Yet. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Who designed the covers?</strong></font> <p>Robin Ludwig from Covers by Robin did my cover. She's amazing. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What was the hardest part of writing your book?</strong></font> <p>Having patience with it. I am not a patient person, and you have to be when writing a novel. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?</strong></font> <p>That I can indeed do it! <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Do you have any advice for other writers?</strong></font> <p>For the longest time, I didn't write because I was afraid it wasn't "good enough." I am not sure who I had in mind when I made that decision. I finally made the decision to no long be afraid, and it was the most important decision I ever made. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Describe a typical day spent writing. Do you have any unusual writing habits?</strong></font> <p>I wish I had a full day to spend writing! My day job is too busy, so I have to steal time when I can. I don't have any habits really. <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>What was your greatest moment since becoming an author?</strong></font> <p>How proud my daughter is of me. That's pretty cool. I like that she see that it's important to go for your dreams. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-58167161039240951352013-10-17T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-17T10:00:00.878+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Hell’s Belle by Karen Greco<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VsjAbqIjaqE/Ul79C9XyHYI/AAAAAAAAGqE/L5mymbL2-GU/s1600-h/Hells-Belle-Banner-450-X-1693.png"><img title="Hells Belle Banner 450 X 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Hells Belle Banner 450 X 169" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CgDB1tWZ5d8/Ul79ENaCSMI/AAAAAAAAGqM/vqA5VAga97M/Hells-Belle-Banner-450-X-169_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="328" height="136"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8aYDgMfSDyc/Ul79E3kg39I/AAAAAAAAGqU/3Zz2pTSALbc/s1600-h/clip_image0024.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q9-4-T7JEh8/Ul79HFTWBII/AAAAAAAAGqc/fAFnbjkiYZY/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="484"></a><b>Hell's Belle </b> <p><b>Karen Greco</b> <p>Genre: Urban Fantasy <p>ISBN: 1484830202 <p>ASIN: B00DEUDXH0 <p>Number of pages: 238 <p>Word Count: 74,722 <p><a href="http://www.gobookcoverdesign.com/">Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.</a> <p>Book Description: <p>Half-vampire, half-human, Nina Martinez spent most of her life underground as part of an elite secret team of government agents who quietly take down rogue monsters -- the human world none the wiser. <p>She moves back to her hometown of Providence, RI to keep an eye on the recent uptick in supernatural activity, and to help run the bar she co-owns with her aunt. Her attempt at a “regular” life, not to mention a budding relationship with smoking hot FBI agent Max, is cut short because of a string of ritual murders targeting the city's community of witches. <p>But Nina's investigation unearths deadly secrets from her long buried parents. Now the target of supernatural assassins, could Nina be the most dangerous vampire hybrid to ever exist? No wonder she can’t get a date. <p><i>An urban fantasy set in a decaying Providence, Rhode Island, HELL'S BELLE is a fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled roller-coaster ride through a city on the cusp of becoming an urban wasteland. An energetic, expansive, and cinematic, HELL'S BELLE was called "captivating" by Kirkus Reviews. </i> <p><i></i> <p><i>Book Chick City gave it 5-stars, calling it "one of the best urban fantasies I have read this year!"</i> <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hells-Belle-ebook/dp/B00DEUDXH0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371489020&sr=1-1">Amazon</a> <p>Giveaway- <p>10 Ebook copies of Hell’s Belle By Karen Greco- either mobi or ePub, winners choice <p><a id="rc-ba112f399" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112f399/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script> <p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xVWnTl_yRHw/Ul79H8IQ_OI/AAAAAAAAGqk/JrtXQFqmIyU/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZDCrguXqznA/Ul79IsYR3gI/AAAAAAAAGqw/qrFudOesK3A/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="244"></a><b>About the Author:</b> <p>An award-winning playwright, Karen Greco has spent close to twenty years in New York City, working in publicity and marketing for the entertainment industry. <p>A life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she can decapitate characters with impunity. HELL'S BELLE is her first novel. <p>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/karenThegreco">https://twitter.com/karenThegreco</a> <p>Blog: <a href="http://karengreco.blogspot.com/">http://karengreco.blogspot.com/</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hellsbellebykarengreco">https://www.facebook.com/hellsbellebykarengreco</a> <p>Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17858864-hell-s-belle">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17858864-hell-s-belle</a> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oQsExAlhiM8/Ul79JcM63II/AAAAAAAAGq4/kqRexSJ2JPY/s1600-h/clip_image0063.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Wq4qBkFQAbI/Ul79KTwoPGI/AAAAAAAAGrA/TQxjPooUSXE/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-40022096167732211022013-10-15T13:13:00.000+02:002013-10-15T13:17:30.005+02:00Book Blitz: The Way She Makes Me Feel by Pembroke Sinclair<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CDfndIe00Ro/Ul0kKBr_2AI/AAAAAAAAGgg/vqD0NmAglrE/s1600-h/The-Way-She-Makes-Me-Feel-Banner-450%25255B1%25255D.png"><img title="The Way She Makes Me Feel Banner 450 X 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="The Way She Makes Me Feel Banner 450 X 169" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tSPLEp8sFoo/Ul0kLvHi1LI/AAAAAAAAGgo/Iys_BYCvob4/The-Way-She-Makes-Me-Feel-Banner-450%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="333" height="138"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6fs_ok7Ej90/Ul0kMtjjwCI/AAAAAAAAGgw/uIPMoMd_w74/s1600-h/clip_image0024.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ky8jR6tSYn0/Ul0kNt8XxLI/AAAAAAAAGg4/mjlnkTIOIGE/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="484"></a><b>The Way She Makes Me Feel</b> <p><b>Pembroke Sinclair</b> <p>Genre: romance <p>Publisher: <a href="http://www.etreasurespublishing.com/pages/Pembroke-Sinclair.html">eTreasures Publishing</a> <p>Number of pages: 55 <p><a href="http://www.etreasurespublishing.com/products/The-Way-She-Makes-Me-Feel-by-Pembroke-Sinclair.html">eTreasures Publishing</a> <p><b>Book Description: </b> <p>Drake Steng had it all: a professional football career, money, and looks. Finding women wasn't a problem, having a relationship was. He thought he found true love when he was 12, but as a boy, how was he to know? He never had the courage to find out, and she slipped from his grasp. When Evie walks back into his life years later, he gets a second chance to discover true love, but are Evie and Drake fated to be together or will he lose his courage and lose her again? <p><b>Short Excerpt: </b> <p>She sat at the opposite side of the bar. Her blond hair hung in a ponytail, allowing me to see the edges of a tattoo on her right shoulder blade. She was out of place. The bar didn’t have a formal dress code, but women didn’t walk through the doors unless their make-up was just so and every hair in its right place. Their clothes were low cut, tight, and revealing—very little was left to the imagination. <p>Her manner of dress differed. She wasn’t slovenly or dirty, but her black tank top and faded jeans didn’t match the ambiance. She wasn't wearing any make-up. She didn’t seem to be overly concerned with attracting the attention of any of the athletes either. Most of the women giggled a little too loudly, their gazes scanning desperately around the room, hoping to contact with someone famous. They always seemed to be moving too, pacing back and forth in front of whoever needed to notice them. <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HSO78LOjh_Y/Ul0kOqEKtDI/AAAAAAAAGhA/GT-MxvOvwF4/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Vfq7mwEvTxE/Ul0kP3yfSHI/AAAAAAAAGhI/VuOYdkoq55E/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="187" height="244"></a><b>About the Author: </b> <p>In 2009, eTreasures Publishing published my first novel, a sci fi adventure story. Since then, they have published my two YA zombie novels, my religious zombie novella, two children’s picture books, and two novellas with romantic elements. I have an urban fantasy novel about dragons and a vampire novelette that was published by MuseItUp Publishing. Musa Publishing has published my novelette with romantic elements and a collection of short stories. I have a middle grade urban fantasy novel that was published by Little Devil Books. My nonfiction book about slasher films was published by Scarecrow Press. <p>Writing is my passion. I enjoy creating fantastic worlds and memorable characters. I’m an active promoter of my works and love to talk to readers at book signings and readings. Doing giveaways on Goodreads has been an exciting experience, and having contests for readers has been fun. I actively promote various authors on my blog and participate in blog tours to promote my own work. <p>I write under several different pen names. For my children’s titles, I write under J.D. Pooker, and for my YA and adult novels, I write under Pembroke Sinclair. My nonfiction work is done under my real name. <p>I am a member of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers and am on a committee to create membership criteria for iPAL, which is a sister group to the Published Authors Liaison group and focuses on independent and self-published authors. I am also a member of the ALA and really enjoy doing library visits. <p>Blog: <a href="http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/">http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/</a> <p>Web: <a href="http://pembrokesinclair.com/">http://pembrokesinclair.com/#</a> <p>Goodread: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/Pembroke">http://www.goodreads.com/Pembroke</a> <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pembroke-Sinclair/e/B007RFYJ6W/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0">Amazon Author Central </a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jessicarobinsonauthor">https://www.facebook.com/jessicarobinsonauthor</a> <p>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/PembrokeSinclair">https://twitter.com/PembrokeSinclair</a> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zJNv1mZqzVQ/Ul0kQ3fJLmI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/kRSmAMzLI_s/s1600-h/clip_image0063.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BTdcMPYg_pQ/Ul0kRxhZf8I/AAAAAAAAGhY/MC9ySNjvZGY/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="80"></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-32965634955566972332013-10-15T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-15T10:00:00.508+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Moirai by Ruth Silver<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ceG-A9CSrg4/UlxWfxV17jI/AAAAAAAAGco/xyOxecNQkR0/s1600-h/Moirai-Tour3.png"><img title="Moirai Tour" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Moirai Tour" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FjsO0k8OfqE/UlxWh4k_yFI/AAAAAAAAGcw/kB5oONh1waM/Moirai-Tour_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="275" height="167"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XwDAbISabcY/UlxWmAq-NZI/AAAAAAAAGc4/LOV04LitouM/s1600-h/Moirai-Paperback-Cover3.png"><img title="Moirai Paperback Cover" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Moirai Paperback Cover" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WssLf5o5xIU/UlxWoO-stfI/AAAAAAAAGdA/EbLI6HliuSg/Moirai-Paperback-Cover_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="327" height="484"></a>Book Info-</b> <p>Title- Moirai <p>Series -Aberrant Trilogy # 2 <p>By- Ruth Silver <p>Publication Date- September 26th, 2013 <p>Published By- LazyDay Publishing <p>Genre- YA Dystopian <p><b>Blurb- </b> <p>Olivia has been on the run from the government of Cabal since the marriage ceremony. Finally settling in and finding herself a place to call home, in Shadow, Olivia and Joshua are preparing for the uprising that they and the rebel alliance have been planning for months. <p>With new abilities and special talents, from Mindonsiphan, Olivia learns that she can do more than most ordinary eighteen year olds. Learning both to hide and perfect her skills will be one of the biggest challenges she'll be forced to face. <p>A constant rollercoaster of emotion and adventure await Olivia and Joshua, as they embark on a journey to the rebel city of Torv, and what was once home, Genesis. <p><b>Links-</b> <p>Goodreads- <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18243253-moirai">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18243253-moirai</a> <p>Kindle- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moirai-Aberrant-ebook/dp/B00FG7UYSK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1380224354&sr=8-2&keywords=moirai+ruth+silver">http://www.amazon.com/Moirai-Aberrant-ebook/dp/B00FG7UYSK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1380224354&sr=8-2&keywords=moirai+ruth+silver</a> <p>Nook- <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moirai-ruth-silver/1116967494?ean=2940148545149&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-TnL5HPStwNw-_-10:1&r=1">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moirai-ruth-silver/1116967494?ean=2940148545149&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-TnL5HPStwNw-_-10:1&r=1</a> <p>Amazon Paperback- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moirai-Aberrant-Volume-Ruth-Silver/dp/0615883222/ref=sr_1_14?ie=UTF8&qid=1379716731&sr=8-14&keywords=moirai">http://www.amazon.com/Moirai-Aberrant-Volume-Ruth-Silver/dp/0615883222/ref=sr_1_14?ie=UTF8&qid=1379716731&sr=8-14&keywords=moirai</a> <p>B & N Paperback- <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moirai-ruth-silver/1116967494?ean=9780615883229">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moirai-ruth-silver/1116967494?ean=9780615883229</a> <p>Excerpt - <p>“He wants her thrown in the dumpster.” I grimaced as I approached the mattress. “Help me.” I gestured towards the body. “I can't carry her on my own.” Even if I could, I wasn't doing this alone. <p>“I'm not throwing her away like garbage!” Lisa crossed her arms. “Think of something else, Jacqueline.” <p>“We could grab some wood, wrap her body, and burn her.” I glanced around the small bedroom. It was mostly empty, except for the dresser against the wall. There were no trinkets, no signs of another life outside of Genesis. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone missed her from back home. <p>“How are we going to do that without getting caught?” Lisa asked. <p>“I don't know. Craynor will know we did it.” We were the ones that were told to throw the body away. <p>“We could find a place in the far end of the lot and bury her.” <p>Lisa frowned. “No, I like the idea of burning her body. We'd be making a statement. Anita would have approved.” <p>“If we get caught, we'll be killed,” I reminded her. So much for staying out of trouble. <p>“He's killing his servants. You don't think that <i>demands</i> attention?” Lisa huffed. “I would have liked to know what I was getting involved in before I worked here.” <p>“It wasn't like you had a choice.” I reminded her bitterly. That was what we were fighting for: our freedom to make choices. Whether they were right or wrong, they were our choices to make. <p>“Even so,” Lisa scoffed, “she deserves more than being thrown away like a piece of trash.” <p>Footsteps clomped through the hallway, just outside the door. “Well whatever we decide, we need to do it fast.” <p><b><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xFlpIxb6Q0o/UlxWpGJSC5I/AAAAAAAAGdI/QP3_90H-NvA/s1600-h/ruth-silver-web-image2.jpg"><img title="ruth silver web image" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="ruth silver web image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gVyjvw_2uB0/UlxWqa2nQSI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/UfCevNSrRNg/ruth-silver-web-image_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="209"></a>About the Author-</b> <p>Ruth Silver attended Northern Illinois University and graduated with a Bachelor's in Communication in the spring of 2005. While in college, she spent much of her free time writing with friends she met online and penning her first novel, Deuces are Wild, which she self-published in 2004. Her favorite class was Creative Writing senior year where she often handed in assignments longer than the professor required because she loved to write and always wanted to finish her stories. Her love of writing led her on an adventure in 2007 to Melbourne, Australia. Silver enjoys reading, photography, traveling and most of all writing. She loves dystopian and fantasy young adult stories. Her debut novel published by Lazy Day Publishing, ABERRANT is scheduled for release April 2013. Ruth has been actively writing since she was a teenager. She currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois. <p>You can visit her online at <a href="http://writeawaybliss.com">http://writeawaybliss.com</a> <p>Blog: <a href="http://writeawaybliss.com/">http://writeawaybliss.com</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/writeawaybliss">https://www.facebook.com/writeawaybliss</a> <p>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/writeawaybliss">https://twitter.com/writeawaybliss</a> <p>Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ruth-Silver/e/B008NGH038/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">http://www.amazon.com/Ruth-Silver/e/B008NGH038/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1</a> <p>Goodreads- <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7022586.Ruth_Silver?from_search=true">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7022586.Ruth_Silver?from_search=true</a> <p><b>Facebook Event-</b> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/180344435484371/">https://www.facebook.com/events/180344435484371/</a> <p><b>Giveaway Info-</b> <p><b>Tour Wide Giveaway for $10 Amazon Gift Card-</b> <p><a id="rc-25a01743" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/25a01743/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-5581616913446893172013-10-14T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-14T10:00:01.379+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Luck of The Dragon by Susannah Scott<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cE5aKJvN25g/UlsCeiYrMhI/AAAAAAAAGZI/jdUoYogt0-0/s1600-h/Luck-of-the-Dragon-Button-OCT14---30.png"><img title="Luck of the Dragon Button OCT14 - 300 X 225" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Luck of the Dragon Button OCT14 - 300 X 225" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FhIbEWX6Exs/UlsChsvpmdI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/24Ufs8plpno/Luck-of-the-Dragon-Button-OCT14---30%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q5b7cLw_shs/UlsCi7_d7oI/AAAAAAAAGZY/g_r35UXh9LM/s1600-h/image2.png"><img title="image" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tOMRJ3UELhs/UlsCkdm-WSI/AAAAAAAAGZg/WqU4WDveoRk/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a></p> <p><b><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Rfz837NMGB8/UlsClWvLtwI/AAAAAAAAGZo/DGo4CisrN7o/s1600-h/Luck-of-the-Dragon3.jpg"><img title="Luck of the Dragon" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Luck of the Dragon" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C8cwBuNKju0/UlsCm9srumI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/PKJuxz3VZeQ/Luck-of-the-Dragon_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484"></a>Luck of the Dragon</b> </p> <p><b>Susannah Scott</b> <p><b></b> <p>Genre: Paranormal Romance <p>Release Date: June 2013 <p>Publisher: Entangled Covet <p><b><i></i></b> <p><b>Book Description:<i></i></b> <p>Luciana de Luca has a PhD in sass and gemology—and a problem. Her twin brother’s gambling debts have gotten out of hand, and a mob enforcer is blackmailing her to rob the latest, greatest mega-casino on the Strip. Although Lucy has worked her whole life to get away from her family’s grifter past, to save her brother, she dons three-inch heels and a sluts-r-us dress and struts into Alec’s Gerald’s casino, determined to put her long-forgotten thieving ways to the test again. <p>Alec Gerald, a shape-shifting dragon, has built the Crown Jewel casino to provide sanctuary for his people amongst the flash and awe of Las Vegas. Unfortunately, the sexy little thief trying to rob his gem exhibit turns out to be his mate, and he must woo her before he loses his dragon form forever. With enemies in every corner, and the all-important mating ceremony looming, Alec and Lucy must learn to trust each other, before time runs out for Alec and the rest of the dragons. <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Luck-Dragon-Entangled-Covet-ebook/dp/B00CK52XOE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369083069&sr=1-1&keywords=luck+of+the+dragon">Amazon</a> <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Luck-of-the-Dragon/book-qH5IPBMfvE6fUiVpMYyRsA/page1.html?s=Zxl6kRKY60C6pvrol0JT9Q&r=1">Kobo</a> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/luck-of-the-dragon-susannah-scott/1115213933?ean=9781622661879">Barnes and Noble</a> <p><a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/156206542/Luck-of-the-Dragon-Chapter-1-Sample">Luck of the Dragon--Chapter 1--sample</a> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b>About the Author:</b> <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HXCGNToTw2o/UlsCofSDO9I/AAAAAAAAGZ8/n8J4xNLF9jI/s1600-h/ss2.jpg"><img title="ss" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="ss" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IJEzh-0Sr1Y/UlsCpWTND_I/AAAAAAAAGaI/KjZSrSLZBWU/ss_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"></a>SUSANNAH SCOTT</b> lives in the Missouri Ozarks and is the lone female in a very loud household of males ranging in age from 4 to 40. While she jokes that the extreme levels of testosterone inspired her to write romance, it is really the love of creating an excellent story, and the occasional dreams of twenty-foot dragons, that wake her and send her to the laptop before the chaos of daily life ensues. Susannah loves to hear from her readers at the following social media locations: <p><a href="http://susannahscottbooks.com/">Susannah Scott Author website</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SusannahScottAuthor">Susannah Scott Facebook Author page</a> <p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17857525-luck-of-the-dragon">Susannah Scott Goodreads</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/susannah_scott">Susananh Scott Twitter</a> <p> <p>Giveaway - <p><b>$25 Amazon Gift Card</b> <p><b></b> <p><a id="rc-b0a5560" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b0a5560/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script> <p><b></b> <p> <p><b></b> <p><b><i>Excerpts: </i></b> <p>Suddenly, the scent of burning embers swirled over the courtyard and the wind settled, blowing Lucy’s loose hair around her face. A ground-vibrating roar followed, making every human eye search the sky for the source. <p>What was it? <p>Lucy’s well-honed survival instincts went on high alert just as a large SUV-sized black object careened through the air and landed on the raised stage with a thud. <p>Grannies, kids, and call girls hit the ground screaming. <p>Heart pounding, Lucy crouched with the crowd. The acrid scent of smoldering intensified. Pounding from the stage rattled Lucy’s eardrums. Whatever had landed there was moving and alive. On the platform, clawed feet stomped, and the creature’s matte black skin stretched over powerful muscles and bones. Black wings unfurled across the stage, and the animal roared again at the crowd, baring razor-sharp white fangs. <p>A dragon. <p>Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter. A freakin’ dragon. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-23415005361228648562013-10-12T09:00:00.000+02:002013-10-12T09:00:00.275+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Hunting Laura by JA Bailey<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-4309" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="HuntingLauraBlogBanner" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/huntinglaurablogbanner.jpg?w=714" width="400" height="221"></a><br><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿✿</span>´¯`*•.<span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">✿</span><br><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/huntinglauranew.jpg"><img class="alignleft <br />wp-image-4310" style="border-top: black 3px solid; border-right: black 3px solid; border-bottom: black 3px solid; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: black 3px solid; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="HuntingLauranew" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/huntinglauranew.jpg?w=199" width="319" height="400"></a><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><br><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">BOOK INFO</span> <span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span></strong><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">TITLE</span></strong> ~ Hunting Laura<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">AUTHOR</span></strong> ~ J.A. Bailey<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">GENRE</span></strong> ~ Erotic Romance<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">RELEASE DATE</span></strong> ~ June 1, 2013<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">PUBLISHER</span></strong> ~ Author<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">COVER ARTIST</span></strong> ~ Samantha Holt<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><br><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span> <span style="color: brown">BOOK DESCRIPTION</span> <span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Segoe UI Symbol'">♥</span></strong><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong>Laura</strong><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal">Laura has just signed up for a term at the exclusive school for submissives. But all is not as it seems. The sexy blonde is hiding the real reason she's there. As the classes progress, Laura is forced to face some truths about her problems with sex along with her growing attraction to her mentor, the dark and distracting Mr Hunter.<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">Mr Hunter promises to whip her into shape as a sub but before long he is uncovering many of her deepest secrets and desires. But will he discover her biggest secret? And can Mr Hunter really help Laura overcome her issues with his rough methods?<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal"><strong>Niall</strong><o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal">Niall Hunter, a teacher at the exclusive Hollybourne School, knows there's something unusual about his submissive student, Laura. And it’s not just her issues with sex...<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal">While his desire for her wars with his duty, Hunter is determined to help her conquer her problems and find out every secret inside that head of hers. Will he be able to fix what is broken?<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">As their relationship heats up, Hunter realises he wants more than just a teacher/pupil relationship, but after being hurt in the past, can he trust the secretive woman? 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With intensity, lust, fear, and strength these Women of War make their way in the world revealing the hidden truths of the past and Ares true connection to his beloved Wife, Alena. <p>Short Excerpt: <p>Sitting in the dank cell hour after hour and day after day, time lost all meaning. Not even the rancid food came to him on anything that resembled a steady basis. All Ares knew for sure was that one moment he'd been doing his best to sleep on the tilting cot with his knees hanging over the foot of it when the cell door burst open and a full battalion of the Queen's Guard rushed him. Wrestling him to the ground, they clasped him in chains and dragged him to the center of their little underground village. The whole town gathered to witness, torches, staffs, and readily available throwing items in hand. They hissed at him, cursed him, and tossed their stones while guards led him up to a round platform with a pillar of granite jutting out of the middle. Ares needed no introduction to the structure or to learn its intended purpose, after all he invented the whipping post. <p>Understanding their intention, Ares fought as mightily as he could with his ankles and wrists bound together. "I'm a GOD! How dare you try to whip me?" he railed as he threw off the guards to deliver double axe handle blows upon them, but they were so damn small and agile that he kept missing them. This infuriated him mostly because he was so large they couldn't help but land their return blows on his half-naked frame. It wasn't long before the Queen's Guards knocked his legs out from under him with a heavy blow of a study staff. Once on his knees, blows landed on his head, shoulders, and jaw. Ares discovered that tiny fists hurt a great deal. Bloody and dazed, they shoved him down on all fours and attached the chains on his wrists to the post. <p>Looking out at the crowd with seething eyes, he cursed them. "You're going to regret this." <p>"I think not," replied a soft but stern voice from behind him. <p>Ares looked back over his shoulder to see Shar Draïocht standing there, whip in hand, ready to dole out the punishment they thought he so rightly deserved. "Unusual for a Queen to get her hands so dirty," he snarled. <p>"It's a special occasion," she hissed back as she brought the whip forward with a practiced wrist. It licked between his shoulder blades and split open a wide swatch of his olive flesh. <p>Each time the whip sliced through his perfect flesh, Ares snarled, "You bitch!" <p>With every crack of the whip they raised their staffs high in victory while the crowd shouted out, "Hazzar!" <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C7CIT2A7IR4/UlcVkW4dWsI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/sNcQPDUWgQM/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2lJgBDfp8T8/UlcVmknjI5I/AAAAAAAAGLY/G26hzrqOrZw/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="218"></a><b>About the Author:</b> <p>I've been married for the last 27 years to my wonderful husband and incredibly talented musician & rockin' DJ, Roy. We live in my hometown of New London, CT where we have raised two beautiful daughters to adulthood. <p>My writing career began in junior high, around the 7th grade. A fact that my fellow students adored but often got me called down to the Guidance Counselor's Office to discuss the adult nature of my early stories. While the experience was never pleasant, I was not deterred by the counselors' worries I was spurred onward by them, as well as by my teachers, and my classmates, I continued to hone my craft throughout those formative years. <p>Through my full-length novels and series I bring conflict, passion, love, and suspense to unique couples--how about a Greek God and a Fae, a retiring military man and an aging widowed hippie, a famous writer/director and a lonely hitch-hiker, or a b-grade actor and a very lucky first-time author? Since I'm never one to shy away from the less pleasant things in life, indeed I believe that it is in the Darkness where Character is created, determined, and defined, my heroes and heroines have their love tested by demons from within and without. <p>To date, I have penned some 14 novels and 30+ short stories. All of my books and stories are filled with steamy sex, hot passion, dark intrigue, and nail biting suspense. ALL of my works are intended for a Mature Audience Only this includes most of my non-fiction books. My books are for those who like their reading on the gritty side. They are not intended for the faint of heart or those who enjoy a sweet read. <p>Also, being a Pagan (which is helpful when I write about the Ancient Gods!) I've penned a few useful guides for Ritual Sex/Love Magick and for those wanting to start out exploring Magickal Herbalism. <p>Web: <a href="http://www.moonsmusings.com">http://www.moonsmusings.com</a> <p>Blog: <a href="http://lbdarling.wordpress.com">http://lbdarling.wordpress.com</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="http://facebook.com/lbdarling">http://facebook.com/lbdarling</a> <p>Twitter: @lb_darling <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0alFXapXlsE/UlcVnRtcm1I/AAAAAAAAGLg/RrsaZXhpd7I/s1600-h/clip_image0063.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7CqwRCamkXQ/UlcVpMgtNWI/AAAAAAAAGLo/wd6OTKJr34c/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-71984946017876320512013-10-10T10:00:00.001+02:002013-10-10T10:00:02.939+02:00Book Blitz: Entangled by SBK Burns<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7bb5a3cYdn8/UlXBp8V6zsI/AAAAAAAAGAA/hxfnJX5r8wQ/s1600-h/Entangled-Banner-450-x-1693.png"><img title="Entangled Banner 450 x 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Entangled Banner 450 x 169" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4014sAzQTuc/UlXBsh7TJfI/AAAAAAAAGAI/KfWdECVAaKY/Entangled-Banner-450-x-169_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="323" height="134"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZcR0Ka-FYNI/UlXBt9V7BvI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/zPFg0E07r_I/s1600-h/clip_image0024.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-75LGXLmr9yM/UlXBxbEQbNI/AAAAAAAAGAY/1PgQB5dl6AA/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" height="484"></a><b>Entangled</b> <p><b>S.B.K. Burns</b> <p>Genre: Paranormal Romance <p>Publisher: <a href="http://www.blackopalbooks.com/">Black Opal Books</a> <p>Word Count: about 82,500 <p>Cover Artists: Barbara Marker/Jonathan Cervantes III <p><b>Book Description: </b> <p>She’s Hume’n, a member of the lower class, with a chance to change her life… <p>In an alternate, twenty-first century Boston, Dawn Jamison is a hair’s breadth away from earning her doctorate degree—a degree that would allow her entrance into the upper class, to become the unemotional and self-disciplined Cartesian she is now only pretending to be. To reach her goal, all Dawn must do is overcome her forbidden attraction to the Olympic-class weightlifter Taylor Stephenson who’s just crashed her lectures on past life regression. She must teach her group of misfit students how to travel back into their past lives—and, oh, of course, figure out how to save the great scientists of the early eighteenth century before they’re inextricably caught up in a time loop. <p>He’s Cartesian, a member of the upper class, and supposed to know better… <p>Coerced by his politically powerful, wheelchair-bound brother into spying on Dawn’s past-life regression classes, Taylor knows better than to give into his desire to claim Dawn as his own. But his past-life entity, eighteenth-century Colin, has no such inhibitions. When Taylor and Dawn meet up in Scotland in the 1700s, all the discipline he’s forced on his twenty-first century self is powered into the past, leaving only his overwhelming lust for Dawn’s past-life double, alchemist and witch, Lily. <p>Unable to escape their sexually obsessive past, Dawn and Taylor find themselves in a race against the clock at the epicenter of a world-altering time quake of their own making. <p>Excerpt - <p><i>From the Annals of the Alchemist Society of 2117:</i> <p><i>During the twenty-first century, two scientists pursuing independent methods of brain wave research, a Cartesian, Professor Richard Stephenson of the University of Boston, and a Hume’n, John Marrick, CEO of MathMagics Corporation, refused to share data about travel into the past. </i> <p><i>If these two warring factions had agreed to work together, the dark time between the eighteenth and twenty-second centuries might have been avoided.</i> <p><i></i> <p><b>Chapter 1</b> <p><i>Sometime in the twenty-first century, Boston, Massachusetts</i> <p><i></i> <p>Heavy breathing? Not the breath of some hunky guy sliding his warm lips down her neck, she only wished. Unfortunately, the only breathing was hers. She needed to tamp down her nerves—and fast. <p>Armored from neck to knees in her gray business suit with pleated skirt, Dawn Jameson forced all her concentration into putting one high-heeled foot in front of the other, moving through crowds of students ever closer to the Administration Building at the University of Boston. There, in less than half an hour, nine people would determine her academic fate. <p>“Sorry.” One of the holier-than-thou coeds, almost a mirror-image of Dawn with blonde hair wrapped tightly in a bun, accidentally bumped her, throwing her shoulder bag to the ground. With not the slightest look backward, the girl said something to one of her friends, then giggled. <p>Dawn regained her balance. “Curses on your past life,” she said under her breath as she bent to retrieve her bag<i>.</i> Hadn’t she seen a muddy-yellow aura emanating from the girl’s head? The other students to Dawn’s right and left, strutting on the paved walkway in the University’s common area, had dark yellow auras. <i>Low life energies</i>.<b> </b>They marched to their own Cartesian philosophy of rational thinking and stoic detachment. Rene Descartes, the philosopher they supposedly emulated—if he were alive—would be none too pleased with the way Cartesians practiced his teachings<i>.</i> <p><i>Hypocrites.</i> <p>Dawn gazed ahead at the hill of stairs leading into the gaping mouth of Administration, one of many red brick buildings on campus, each with a white-columned facade, each housing a college of something-or-other. <p>The University Council, all Cartesians, had called her for a face-to-face. The strategy of its members, simple—intimidate students into showing too much emotion, then expel them for failing to fit the University’s strict code. <p>Had the Council discovered her hidden identity? She’d been undercover for Marrick these last two years, a favored route through Cartesian minefields for a Hume’n. The greed for Marrick’s money so great that the University, blind to its own prejudice, offered degrees to his protégés based on his donations alone. <p><i>The truth?</i> Dawn believed in the teachings of the philosopher David Hume. She based her life decisions on what could be derived through her senses and emotions, not only her rational mind. In other words, she believed <i>thinking about</i> <i>love, </i>a surface pursuit,<i> </i>was not the same as <i>being in love</i>, an emotion traveling to the very core of her existence.<i> </i>For those beliefs, she’d be expelled, especially if the Council discovered that she, lowly Hume’n, had attempted to obtain, through deception, one of its advanced degrees. <p>Shoulders back and chin up, Dawn reminded herself no one could tell the difference between her and a real Cartesian. <p>To her right and beyond, acres of mammoth shade trees punctuated well-manicured lawns. Topiary gardens and tall hedges forming giant mazes floated in the misty distance like optical illusions. They led her eyes to a white edifice—University Medical. Her twin brother had admitted himself there for inpatient testing. She missed him. Needed him. But, as usual, she’d suck up her anxious thoughts. <p>Dawn took heart from the view of green lawns and ancient woods. Here the power of nature still flourished, albeit crowded with egotistical students. The giant oaks seemed as spiritual entities, their branching humanlike arms penetrated the present from the past, without the need for meditative transport through time, <i>her</i> preferred mode of travel. <p>She couldn’t see the auras of the trees, didn’t have the talent her parents had for perceiving a rainbow of colors. Ultraviolet, high-frequency emanations, were invisible to her; they meant harmony and wisdom. Unlike the students’ auras, the shade trees bore no yellow light; their radiation, clean, pure, undetectable—wise. <p><i>Climb me</i>, the trees beckoned. <i>Play hooky, and leave all that seriousness behind</i>. <p>What had she been thinking? Off the sidewalk, her shiny spike heels sank into the soft earth beneath mowed grass. Before any of the Cartesians noticed, she slipped her stocking-clad feet out of the heels, pulled her pumps from the ground, and ran to hide behind one of the mammoth trunks. A red squirrel chirped its complaint before scurrying to the far side of the oak. <p>Leaning against the wide trunk, away from the students, she hyperventilated, taking deep breathes, attempting to dampen her fears. At twenty-six, she was still a graduate student in psychology with no degree in sight. So maybe she wasn’t that good at following the stupid Cartesian dictates of the University. Yet she had to obey the rules. Without a degree, how could she continue to support a sick brother on a meager Hume’n salary? <p>“Find yourself in a bit of a pickle?” <p>Dawn choked at the sight of a tall, gray-haired woman, dignified looking, in a white jumpsuit. <i>A uniform? </i>Maybe the dignified part was the woman’s very formal-sounding accent. <i>British.</i> Perhaps, for the same reason as Dawn, she hid on this side of the tree. <p>The woman sighed deeply as if relieved for the cover. Her aura encapsulated her whole person, glowed a rainbow of colors, strange yet beautiful. <p>“Who are you? Do you know there are dancing colors around you?” Dawn said, looking away, shielding her eyes from a piercing beam of sunlight. <p>The older woman inched her way toward Dawn. “It’s the side effect of the prisms.” <p>Dawn shook her head vigorously, hoping the strange apparition with the heavy accent would leave. <i>That’s all I need—one more person to mess with my focus. </i> <p>Her best friend and major distraction, Naomi, had yet to show up. Perhaps she’d thankfully decided not to give Dawn her misguided brand of moral support. Wasn’t facing the Council enough for one day? <i>Apparently not.</i> <p>“No, I am actually here,” the woman said, as if anticipating Dawn’s question. <p>“Can I touch you?” <p>At the permissive nod, Dawn let her fingers make contact with the woman’s arm, the skin soft and warm. <p>“I’ll be gone in a moment,” the woman said. “I just wanted to stop by and thank you.” <p>“Thank <i>me</i>? You know me?” <p>“You’re Dawn Jameson, the one who wrote the book on past lives.” <p>Staring blankly, Dawn’s head bobbled in a nod, like a trinket on a car’s dashboard. <i>So confused</i>. <p>“But, more importantly, you are the Dawn Jameson who saved the world.” <p>Had Dawn just seen the woman wink at her? She closed her eyes, and a warm sea of red blazed through her eyelids. She and this woman had been standing in a sunbeam focused through the tree leaves. The sky had been bright. Too bright. <p><i>Yeah, right.</i> <i>Save the world.</i> Dawn let her head rest back against the living tree. She’d be lucky if she could save herself. <p>Opening her eyes, she looked to her left. <i>No one.</i> Had she imagined the woman? Or had the woman been an apparition, a past life, like Lily, the eighteenth-century alchemist whom she’d channeled into on occasion? <p>As she forced away any thoughts of the strange visitor and her stranger words, a salty metallic taste assaulted her tongue. She’d been so nervous she’d bitten her lip. Grabbing a tissue from her bag, she dabbed at the blood. <p>Heart beating into her ears, Dawn wiped the heels of her shoes with the rest of the tissue, then stuffed it into her jacket pocket. Once again, she tilted her head back against the massive trunk, hoping to connect with its spirit, to find her center, her serenity. <p><i>Okay, here goes.</i> Dawn suppressed her emotions, especially those about visions of people with rainbow auras and British accents. She swallowed her errant nerves, and in her stocking feet carried her pumps to the sidewalk. Balancing on one foot then the other, she replaced her spiked heels. Just a few more strides and then up those intimidating steps and into that building where Council members, department heads, and her advisor, Professor Stephenson, might enhance, or end, her opportunities at research. <p>Dawn stroked a few hairs that slipped from her bun, smoothed wrinkles from her jacket, and straightened her shoulders as she prepared to climb the thirty-or-so steps to the façade of the Grecian building that held Administration. She could do this. What could go wrong? <p>* * * <p><i>The night before</i> <p>Taylor Stephenson stepped out of the shower, rubbed a spot on the steamed mirror, and looked back at the idiot who’d agreed to sub for his older brother at the University Council. The upscale apartment they shared was a short walk from campus. A scientist of some renown, Richard had wanted to provide Taylor with a limo and chauffeur, saying the distance to campus was too far to walk. Unlike other weightlifters on his team, Taylor preferred getting aerobic conditioning from jogging, as well as quick-twitch workouts with the weights. The walk would do him good. <p>Tempted to grab a towel and clean the shower steam from more mirrored surfaces, Taylor sought to catch a glimpse of his progress, his sculpted muscles, maybe flex in various poses to assure himself that his hard work had paid off. He’d seen his Cartesian teammates do that. Didn’t seem right, though. <i>Self absorbed</i>. Yet he <i>was</i> a Cartesian. Wasn’t he? <p>He heard his bedroom door close; the sound, unmistakable. He glanced over to the bed where Sophie, Richard’s nurse, had fluffed the pillows and turned down the sheets. <p><i>Just left</i>. <i>Close call. </i>Why did he resent her? The older woman had been kind to him, good to his sick brother, and efficient. <p><i>Something’s not right about her.</i> <p>Taylor sprawled onto the bed, his body drained, his mouth dry, his head dizzy. <p>The hot shower had done its job. <p>“Off,” he said, and the room faded to black. <p>How had Richard talked him into taking his place with the Council, stodgiest group of self-important people Taylor had ever known? Under his brother’s protection, as long as Taylor stuck to his studies and weight training, he didn’t have to concern himself with university politics. So why had he committed to stand in for Richard now? <p><i>Guilt.</i> <p>Nurse Sophie shouldn’t be looking after his brother—<i>he</i> should<b>.</b> Instead, Taylor had pursued his own interests, the applied math Richard had encouraged him to study and his weight training. Richard’s health had stabilized after his body had lost most of its muscular functioning. Whenever Taylor confronted his brother about the deteriorating condition and the need for a living will, Richard responded with optimism. <p>What if Richard were wrong? What if his disease worsened? What if he died while Taylor was off doing his thing, solving equations and lifting weights, missing valuable moments of his brother’s companionship? Thoughts like that brought too much pain. He slowly drifted into sleep, longing to be somewhere else and somebody else. <p>* * * <p>Taylor found himself sitting on a log, a six-foot-diameter tree trunk with a ninety-degree wedge cut out to form the bottom and back of a long bench. <p>And he couldn’t see. Of course, his hands were over his eyes and they were covered <p>in . . . he licked his palms . . . in salty liquid. <i>Tears?</i> <p>As he stared up and around, he saw nothing but fog. <i>Thick.</i> <p>He inhaled abruptly. His clothes were old, not shabby, but garments one might have worn in the past. All the materials covering his body were black, from the roughly tooled leather forming his shoes to his stockings and breeches, his shirt and judgelike robe. <i>And what’s this god-awful stiff thing around my neck?</i> He pulled it off. <p><i>“A preacher’s collar,” </i>a voice said. <p>“A what?” He had the answer almost before he realized he’d asked the question. <p>He couldn’t remember deciding to speak those words. They’d come from a voice—unbidden. <p><i>“A preacher’s collar</i>,” the voice repeated. <p>Squinting into the opaque haze for the speaker, he slammed back against the bench, as if expecting an evil spirit to come for him out of the mist. <p><i>“I’m not out there</i>,” the voice said. “<i>I’m in here, inside ye</i>. <i>And, no, ye aren’t imaginin me.”</i> <p>“Yeah, like you’re going to tell me this isn’t a dream.” <p><i>“Ye are right, me friend</i>.” <p>Okay, maybe he should humor himself. He’d had strange, exotic dreams, sometimes sensual dreams, as a result of suppressing some of his baser compulsions. Better go along with his subconscious, or his dreams, or whatever they were. Imaginings fueled by his Cartesian repression might go a little nightmarish on him. <i>Better to be safe. </i> <p>“Okay. Who are you?” he said, still looking around. <p><i>“Most of the time, I visit ye in Boston, but ye never visit me</i>.” <p>Taylor didn’t know how to react to that statement. But when he found his arms and legs moving without volition, he tried to keep his panic to a minimum. <p>This <i>was </i>a dream.<i> Right? </i>Just a dream. <p>His body, or whoever’s body he’d entered, opened a heavy wooden door and walked into a small room with pews lining either side—a chapel. In one corner, a spiral stairway connected to an upper floor. <p>Taylor continued to feel the same dizziness he’d experienced falling onto his bed. In his bedroom—he reminded himself—in the Boston of the twenty-first century, not this old-time mist-covered relic of the past. <p>The second floor, an attic, bathed in shadow until his arms and hands moved—as if they knew what they were doing—lighting a candle on a desk, in front of a mirror. As the body stood there reaching for a coarsely bound book, Taylor glanced at his image, horrified. <p>The face, his face, peered back at him—the same dark auburn hair, but long and tied back. His new body resembled his, filled out the dated clothing the same way his muscular frame would. <p><i>“Me name’s Colin,” </i>the voice said<i>. “Ye’ve channeled inta me from me future. Look</i>.” <p>Colin forced him to observe a book opened on the desk. The book, written in freehand, appeared to be lab notes and equations. If the book were printed, he might have an inkling of the time period of the imprint; the information might have helped him figure out how to wake up—how to get back. <p><i>Get back? Get back to where?</i> The thoughts jolted his focus away from the book. Was he somewhere besides in his bed and sleeping, or dreaming? One thing he knew, if this were Colin Stewart, his math idol, he’d spent entirely too much time on his studies. <p><i>“This is me work</i>, <i>me equations</i>,” Colin said. “<i>Do they look familiar?</i> <i>I’ve been fascinated by all the things ye’ve done with them in yer century.”</i> <p>Taylor swallowed his nausea. Had he actually swallowed? Was he now in control of this body that looked so much like his own, but wasn’t? He moved his index finger along the neatly written equations. “These are series expansions, formulas that represent natural behaviors like parabolic motion of something thrown in Earth’s gravity, or the oscillating vibrations of sound waves.” <p><i>“Yes, isn’t it amazin what a few mathematical symbols can reveal?” </i> <p>“But this isn’t the only thing you wanted me to see, or to know about you, is it? What’s the point of this dream?” <p><i>“Oh, no, Taylor, this is not a dream. This is yer life. The mess ye will make of me life if ye and yer friends don’t stay in me future where ye belong.”</i> <p>“But I didn’t choose to come here.” <p><i>“Didn’t ye? Ye and all yer Cartesian friends? Those</i> <i>who think a degree is more important than a life? Ye pollute the past with yer suppressed emotions. Ye take for granted the time that flows through ye and past ye. Ye slow and twist and loop the flow with yer flooded rivers of collected debris.”</i> <p>A young woman in a simple, light-blue cotton gown stood at the top of the stairs. Her long straight blonde hair caught in a neckline trimmed in white lace. “Did I miss anythin?” Her bodice gave an unapologetic view of her ample breasts—<i>gifts</i>—as if she were presenting them to him. She swished this way and that, tempting him to touch. <p><i>“Looks like Lily’s back,” </i>Colin’s voice said, almost laughing. <p>The book. The mathematics of scrawled words. Forgotten. <p>The inviting chest of the blonde temptress, Taylor’s only focus. <p>Her breasts heaved with each of her labored breaths. <p>Reluctantly his body was drawn to satisfy her, the stitching in his trousers constraining his erection. <p><i>No. </i>He couldn’t let her take possession of him like this. <p>His mind fought to emerge from the nightmare. <p>“Runnin away willna help,” she said. <p>Maybe not, but somehow, surprising himself, he’d managed to awaken. <p>Taylor lay shivering on his bed. Even turning on the lights didn’t quell his trembling within the sweat-drenched robe. <p>This seductress, Lily, resembled a photograph from the dossier of one of his brother’s grad students, one he’d have to deal with tomorrow at the Council. <p><i>Dawn Jameson</i>. <p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sNka94iCprU/UlXBy2AVl8I/AAAAAAAAGAg/g_pk0EQoQ6U/s1600-h/clip_image0043.png"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oP6AIswWOJs/UlXB0MogE0I/AAAAAAAAGAo/5JgvB0t7dDc/clip_image004_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="201" height="244"></a><b>About the Author:</b> <p>From an early age, S. B. K. Burns recited Shakespearean sonnets or snuck a read of a Broadway script from her parents’ theater magazine. <p>Having worked in the world of science—oceanography, biomedicine, and aerospace engineering—she brings these experiences to her sci-fi paranormals imbued with her idealistic philosophy that merges science with spirituality. <p><a href="http://www.susanburnsauthor.com">www.susanburnsauthor.com</a> <p><a href="http://www.legendsofthegoldens.wordpress.com">www.legendsofthegoldens.wordpress.com</a> <p><a href="http://www.theunionofopposites.com">www.theunionofopposites.com</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/susan.burns.16718/about">https://www.facebook.com/susan.burns.16718/about</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/snrubnasus">https://twitter.com/snrubnasus</a> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tDqLWCSDd7g/UlXB2V24ICI/AAAAAAAAGAw/1maeFcDoLW8/s1600-h/clip_image0063.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TYhZFRYPe54/UlXB3wvKDrI/AAAAAAAAGA4/br5PYgSvHoY/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-59071628777689943162013-10-10T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-10T10:00:02.099+02:00Author Interview with SBK Burns, author of Entangled.<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sGDxCYl3kwA/UlXBiAafsBI/AAAAAAAAF_s/LDeRQZxDWPs/s1600-h/Entangled-Banner-450-x-1693.png"><img title="Entangled Banner 450 x 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Entangled Banner 450 x 169" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BA0yMsRqmZ8/UlXBjd6EX4I/AAAAAAAAF_0/b2mAqX5LWQw/Entangled-Banner-450-x-169_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="306" height="127"></a></p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Today on the blog we have SBK Burns for an author interview. Thank you for joining us SBK.</strong></font> </p> <p> </p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Where are you from?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">My mother’s womb? Born at an early age? Actually, Philadelphia.</font> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff" size="2">When and why did you begin writing?</font></strong> <p><font size="2">I always enjoyed writing. But the truth: My husband has his PhD in mechanical engineering and he’s quite dedicated to his work, mostly the invention of green technologies. So, if I didn’t want to become a very needy wife, I had to do something to keep myself equally engrossed. I joined a read and critique group who encouraged me to write a novel and a few years later, with lots of help from them, I’m published.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>When did you first consider yourself a writer?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">I have very many talents, many of which will always remain hidden from me (The Uncertainty Principle and all). I guess I believe I am what I do. I’m a self-made philosopher because I philosophize. And I do that through writing. So I supposed I believe I’m a writer because I’ve been writing full-time for over five years.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>What inspired you to write your first book?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">In the news was word that in Tanzania, gangs killed and dismembered albinos for their body parts to be used in rituals. Then my research uncovered that there are more albinos born in Tanzania than anywhere else on Earth. My first book, <i>Forbidden Playground</i> (part of the <i>Legends of the Goldens Series</i>) is due for release in November. It’s a sci-fi urban fantasy where an albino race, the Goldens, psychic ancestors to the vampires, need to hybridize with humans, and in the process, they attempt to take down the corrupt world government. The hero and heroine, hybrids, are enmeshed in the plot.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Do you have a specific writing style?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">I’ve seen my writing style called quirky and offbeat. I give my characters plenty of attitude. That’s where the humor comes in.</font> <p><font size="2">At first I was a pantser, wrote by the seat of my pants. Problem was I got to a place in my story where I couldn’t think of any more scenes to flesh in. So, now, I write more quickly because I list all my scenes sequentially first, plot them out, and then let myself write. And when I say write, I don’t mean stopping now and then to edit. I never edit while I write. I do what many writers do at first: I write crap. Well, you might not think it’s crap, but I’ve got to convince myself it’s all right not to be perfect at first. If there are words on the page, I can always edit and polish them later. </font> <p><font size="2">Another major strategy I have in my writing is to do it differently from the way I used to solve my math equations. That was bludgeoning myself, always thinking of possibilities, all hours of the day and night.</font> <p><font size="2">Now I learn to improve differently. I almost never think of my writing or my stories unless I’m sitting in front of my computer. It’s a marvelously free way to go.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>How did you come up with the title?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">Long Live The Q! The quantum computer that is. Digital computers, like the ones we have, solve problems in a linear fashion going in a sequential route from question to answer. Quantum computers are thought to use something that happens when tiny energy particles are so small they go nonlocal, are almost everywhere at once (kind of like photons, particles of light). When the particles we use to answer questions are everywhere at once, we say they also exhibit quantum entanglement. They’re entangled with each other and must be focused, somehow, in order to deliver their answer/information. The Q, the quantum computer in <i>Entangled,</i> focuses entangled brainwaves from past lives, so my characters can channel into them.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">Love is not just a word, but an emotion traveling to the very core of one’s existence.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">I belong to two read and critique groups. Many of the participants in those groups are writing memoirs. I realized quite early after joining those groups that my novels were memoirs of a sort. They reflected the nonsequential way I remember my life, more in links than in long chains. More in a kind of jumbled puzzle than an organized or completed one.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>What books have influenced your life most?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">One of the first books I read at the age of seven, Rudyard Kipling’s <i>The Jungle Book.</i></font> <p><font size="2"><i>Philosophically, the works of </i>Krishnamurti<i>, The Taoism of Lao Tzu, </i>and<i> Finite and Infinite Games.</i></font> <p><font size="2">In science fiction, it’s Clifford Simak’s<i> Ring Around The Sun.</i></font> <p><font size="2">In romance, it’s Jade Lee’s<i> Devil’s Bargain.</i></font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">The fifty or so people that give me feedback on my editing each month.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>What book are you reading now?</strong></font> <p><font size="2"><i>Ghost Planet</i> by Sharon Lynn Fisher, a sci-fi with elements of romance, published by Tor.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>What are your current projects?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">I’m finishing up a sequel to <i>Entangled</i> called <i>Fly Like An Eagle</i> where the hero and heroine are only children of industrialists in the late Regency period in America at the time of the opening of the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia (1824). Besides their factories constructing trains and ironclad ships, they design and construct dirigibles and hang gliders for the Victorian steampunk land of Piscatawnia. Where the Electress Sophie from the House of Hanover (the ancestor to all British royalty) has rescued the American Piscataway Natives with the help of her crystal q (a quantum computer constructed in the 18<sup>th</sup> century using light and lenses). The hero is half-Piscataway, the heroine, not, and so there is a dilemma in a society where this sort of matchup is forbidden. We see what lengths the hero goes to in order to claim her as his bride.</font> <p><font size="2">A prequel to <i>The Legends of The Goldens Series</i> is a little darker than the first two novels, <i>Forbidden Playground </i>and <i>Dancing Dragons</i>, coming out at the end of this year (Soul Mate). It tells the story of the first hybrid Golden (psychic cousin to vampires) and how she plans her first kiss and also how to sink her fangs into her boyfriend, dead set on becoming a vampire, in order to save his soul from the Dracule clan of vamps. Much of it takes place at Comic-Con at the Vampire Comic Booth.</font> <p><font size="2">Just in the plotting stage, a romantic thriller and space opera, <i>Flat Spin</i>, that takes place in the aerospace industry. She’s an aerospace forensics (works with high tech microscopes) with a legendary psychic power, and he’s a test pilot, a sociopath, pretending to be a normal person. Can he get her to admit her alien roots? And can she bring him into the world of emotion?</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">Because I like to put science and science philosophy into my writing, I have to be very careful not to overwhelm the reader with difficult to grasp facts. I’m still learning to construct the best behavioral and description tags for the dialogue.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Who designed the covers?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">I with a group of people I met through WonderCon (Anaheim, CA mid-March) designed the cover of <i>Entangled</i>—an artist, a comic publisher, a photographer and image-processor, and our models.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>What was the hardest part of writing your book?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">When I’m half to three-quarters of the way through. That’s probably because I still let my characters tell their story and leave the climax until last. That way, I’m as surprised as I hope the reader is.</font> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="2"><strong>Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?</strong></font> <p><font size="2">In researching back into the scientific history of 1717, especially the big argument about who invented calculus—Leibniz or Newton—I wondered what happened to all the famous women scientists.</font> <p><font size="2">I discovered that the famous men, most of them belonged to the royal societies of Germany, England, and France and that it was mostly the royal women who funded them. Thus the idea of the Electress Sophie of the House of Hanover spearheading rescues of women alchemists who were lab workers back then, many of them burned at the stake as witches (the book is dedicated to them).</font> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-11443010202136436392013-10-10T09:00:00.001+02:002013-10-10T09:44:35.141+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Soul Games (Anthology)<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RwMA31gMUrE/UlZahqkKUmI/AAAAAAAAGE8/_x9LvGnTyEA/s1600-h/Soulgamesbanner%25255B3%25255D.png"><img title="Soulgamesbanner" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Soulgamesbanner" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Qqrb7kAYUa4/UlZajFpRosI/AAAAAAAAGFE/-Iun_3C_4Tk/Soulgamesbanner_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="108"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-THwBx4xHoDI/UlZakaj4tRI/AAAAAAAAGFM/yPGOxafmuSY/s1600-h/clip_image002%25255B3%25255D.png"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QozMc5LNj3c/UlZalVGL_pI/AAAAAAAAGFU/6j6RwuUNSMA/clip_image002_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="38"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--rksq-oUUzE/UlZamtPg1qI/AAAAAAAAGFc/6raiv_O10ag/s1600-h/clip_image002%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3k8aDPS8W-c/UlZany1rkSI/AAAAAAAAGFk/M0FfokdijNk/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484"></a>Book Info-</p> <p>Title: Soul Games (Anthology) <p>Authors: Jamie Dougherty, Leah D.W., Deborah Noel, Monique O’Connor James, Sacha Hope, W. H. Nielson, Carly Wallace, Alexia Purdy, Nadege Richards <p>Genre: Paranormal <p>Audience: YA <p>Formats: E-book and Paperback <p>Publisher: <a href="http://www.bayoubrewpublishing.com/">Bayou Brew Publishing</a><a name="_GoBack"></a> <p>Cover By: Jamie Lynn Dougherty <p>Editor: Monique O’Connor James & Theressa M. Branham <p>Pages: 222 pages <p>ISBN-10: 1484032020 <p>ISBN-13: 978-1484032022 <p>ASIN: B00C6ND2WW <p>Date Published: April 3, 2013 <p>Blurb- <p>When the "Higher Power" grows bored and restless games are made. Souls are torn apart for fun, more souls are used in wicked collector games, and souls are twisted in cruel destinies. <p>This anthology is a collective piece of work to show different and beautifully crafted ideas of the plight ones soul must endure. Simple love and life are tainted and broken in these stories of love, betrayal, longing, and fate. <p>Book Links- <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Games-Carly-Wallace/dp/1484032020/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377716522&sr=1-1&keywords=soul+games">Amazon</a> / <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17733427-soul-games">Goodreads</a> / <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/soul-games-leah-d-w/1114987564?ean=2940016660868">Barnes and Noble</a> / <p>Excerpt- <p>“Get out of my way!” I shoved at the thick crowd, hearing others curse at me as I pushed them to the side. I didn’t care if they were woman or man; I needed to get through to find the one person who held the one thing that could save me. It was my only mission, and I wanted it to be over, already. Centuries of searching had left its mark on me. I was tired, and I longed for the end. <p>But she was gone, and I was left alone once more. Exasperated, I stood at the edge of the sidewalk, letting the scorching breeze of the speeding cars along the street hit me, sending my long blonde hair whipping in the air. One step and I could end it. But then, she would win the prize. I had not gone through all this pain—all this time—to let her win. I would never let her claim the prize. It was mine. This I had known since the day we were born. <p>*** <p>“I wasn’t the one who signed over your soul to that demon Olivia,” Kaiya reached for her hidden blade in her sapphire dress. “You gave it up for power.” <p>“You banished me to that hell hole!” Olivia’s voice grew deeper. “We could have been so powerful together!” <p>“I never wanted that,” Kaiya dodged another attack and pointed her dagger at her sister. <p>Olivia hissed between her fangs that elongated and peeked out from her lips. Kaiya felt her heart break. Her twin sister, once her best friend, had become the very thing they used to hunt. They had been the best demon hunters across the seven kingdoms. <p>*** <p>“Drake, where are we going?” I asked. <p>We’re going to my vacation home in Half Moon Bay. I have a feeling that Thaddius is on the hunt for you, and my place is close to the beach, secluded, and safer than here. When you were with him, did you ever get the feeling that he was off, as in—otherworldly—mentally unstable?” Drake glared at me, apparently anxious for a response. <p>As I glanced up at him over the rim of my coffee cup, my response was automatic, “Yes, on several occasions. But I just chalked it up to him being a complete, pompous asshole. Why do you ask?” <p>“Because things don’t add up, Shilo. He has no footprints, and there’s no record of his existence in any system. What gives? It’s almost as if he simply appeared.” He tapped his fingers on the table, obviously unnerved by the fact that he’d learned nothing about Thaddius from his investigation. <p>Giveaway - <p><a id="rc-5150ee13" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/5150ee13/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script> <p>About the Authors – <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5NJ6xIHwdB4/UlZaoq3L1UI/AAAAAAAAGFs/ODsHgu0b138/s1600-h/clip_image004%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zMLw9sG-LHg/UlZap_q-PoI/AAAAAAAAGF0/atx1bdHdoHA/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"></a><b>Leah DW</b> <p>I am 21 years old and currently a journalism student at my local university. I live in South Africa in a town called Bloemfontein with my family and two beloved dogs. I have been writing since the age of 13 and my first published work is a short horror story titled Dracula’s Mistress. I am busy working on a number of novels and I am an editor/proof reader for Bayou Brew Publishing. <p>I love writing in the genres of paranormal romance, fantasy fiction and historical fiction and I am a proud bookworm with a mountain of reads stacked up in my room. <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/leahdwauthor?ref=stream">Facebook</a> / <a href="http://authorleahdw.blogspot.com/">Blog</a> / <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7031888.Leah_D_W_">Goodreads</a> / <a href="https://plus.google.com/100881211345988951568/posts">Google +</a> / <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Leah-D.W./e/B00E7RYP4E/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_8?qid=1375125896&sr=1-8">Amazon Page</a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xXDPQjyrrjc/UlZarQTt75I/AAAAAAAAGF8/dVoW6Ry1T2k/s1600-h/clip_image006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image006" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cFMKG2ZgVbs/UlZatYgVvSI/AAAAAAAAGGE/TN5YMdZHOvU/clip_image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="227" height="244"></a> <p><b>Monique O’Connor James</b> <p>Monique is the mother of two beautiful children and lives in a small community outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She currently works full-time as an insurance agent, but her favorite jobs are mother, wife, and author. On her ninth birthday, her mother bought her a journal and said, "Write whatever you want. Just write." And so, a love affair with words was born. <p>She wrote poetry and short stories in high school and college, until 1993 when her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. After her mother's death in 1998, deep in depression, she found herself unable to write. Nine years passed, and only on rare occasions did she attempt to write. Finally, in 2007, under the urging of friends, she sat down and pecked out her first novel. It was raw and unpolished, but the process had been unquestionably cathartic. <p>The next three years were spent filling her hard drive with seven complete manuscripts. At the beginning of 2011, Monique decided it was time to edit the work and share it with the world. She hopes you enjoy the ramblings of a truly southern girl raised in a state rich with heritage and love. <p>In June of 2011 her first book, The Keepers, was published by Astraea Press and it has been a whirlwind of excitement ever since. Please check out her website and feel free to contact her at any time via her email, facebook, or twitter. <p><a href="http://www.moniqueoconnorjames.com/">Webpage</a><u> </u> <p><u></u> <p><u></u> <p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjsc0qFCb8A/UZxiEi-rJ8I/AAAAAAAABNc/RFI28hD6NH8/s1600/Alexiapic.jpg"><img title="clip_image007" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image007" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iKQcYsGiAQM/UlZauGtz0pI/AAAAAAAAGGM/k06ROl21y8I/clip_image007%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="188" height="244"></a> <p><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_8?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Alexia%20Purdy&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank">Alexia Purdy</a></b><b></b> <p>Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada- Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing, or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She love's creating paranormal fantasy and poetry and loves to read and devour books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food. <p>Feel Free to Come and Bug Her!!! <p>You can reach her at: <p><a href="mailto:alexiapurdy@yahoo.com">Email</a> / <a href="http://alexiaepurdy.blogspot.com/">Blog</a> / <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/AlexiaPurdy">Twitter</a> / <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5038699.Alexia_Purdy">Goodreads</a> / <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alexia-Purdy/141367132649647">Facebook</a> / <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Reign-of-Blood-series/294556733940025">Reign-of-Blood-Fanpage</a> <p> <p><b>Nadege Richards</b><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rlkhYMMQbss/UlZavLbDqZI/AAAAAAAAGGU/vziitz1p7VE/s1600-h/clip_image008%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image008" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image008" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lRi6HotiZAY/UlZawWckSBI/AAAAAAAAGGc/nvwd7UVAHjM/clip_image008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="244"></a><b></b> <p>Born in New York City and raised in Pennsylvania, Nadege has traveled to five other states and two countries, but aspires to travel the world some day. Her name is of French origin, though she's never been to France. Forever a lover of art and all things pertaining to Literature, she hopes to obtain knowledge from her writing career, rather than popularity or fame. She wrote her first story about aliens and goats in the 8th grade and has had a passion for story-telling ever since. Her friends and family are her biggest inspiration, and the occasional cup of coffee. She enjoys being part of the Indie community and sharing her stories with the world. <p>Her debut novel, Burning Bridges, is her first completed novel. It isn't her first attempt in the writing world, but it's a tale about two lovers she hopes will change the way people view one another, in both big and small ways. <p><a href="http://www.nadegerichards.com/">Webpage</a> / <a href="http://www.twitter.com/NadegeRichards">Twitter</a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nll-iy1c204/UlZaxDVN71I/AAAAAAAAGGk/A3QOOx9_uSk/s1600-h/clip_image010%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image010" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image010" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-w5-asdaBpDg/UlZayDDPoFI/AAAAAAAAGGs/9hissejjndU/clip_image010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a><b>Carly Wallace</b><b></b> <p>Carly Wallace is a woman with a dream, living in Texas where the sky is as endless as the heat. Carly pursues her dream of writing while bringing new and talented Indie authors to the front line. She reads and reviews independent books as well as writes promotional blurbs and marketing material. The Paranormal Book Club, Alchemy of Anne's Anomalies, PDMI inc and Injected Ink Publishing comprise her literary family. Carly is an ally and great friend to the some of the best independent authors and freshest voices of today. <p><a href="http://pdmidirect.com/">Webpage</a> / <a href="http://www.twitter.com/AnneAlchemist79">Twitter</a> <p> <p><b>Jamie Lynn</b><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RH_pdzZEsOA/UlZazN-bK5I/AAAAAAAAGG0/fvGk-MpRBxE/s1600-h/clip_image012%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image012" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image012" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bkNoqGUZhFM/UlZa0MRFTuI/AAAAAAAAGG8/aymgPrwcv3I/clip_image012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"></a><b></b> <p>Jamie Lynn grew up in Southern California, where she continues to live with her husband and two children. Writing has always been a favorite pastime; recently she grew the courage to self publish a piece of her work. "The Guardian's Kiss" <p>It is currently released in ebook format available at Barnes & Nobles and Amazon. It can now also be found in paperback at Amazon. com and Createspace. (https://www.createspace.com/3714180 ) <p>Jamie is currently working on the second installment to "The Guardian's Kiss" as well as a second series, "Hearts of Sand"(Trinity Pierce Series). She will also be releasing a Young Adult urban Fantasy book in late 2012. <p><a href="http://jamielynndoughertyauthor.blogspot.com/">Blog</a><u> </u> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-B7pyImUaNok/UlZa06UPCxI/AAAAAAAAGHE/octEki3ZI-A/s1600-h/clip_image013%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image013" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image013" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DduBb_OE2oo/UlZa2KSDIXI/AAAAAAAAGHM/x393cd-M4a8/clip_image013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"></a> <b>Deborah Noel</b> <p>Born and raised in North Eastern Pennsylvania, i fell in love with writing at the age of 12. I have written plays, short stories and poetry. Married at sunset on Hawii's Maui Island. I am still residing in Pennsylvania with my husband Herb and our Jack Russell Terrier, Rocket. While our demolition business slowed down in the year 2009 Herb encouraged me to follow my novel-writing dream and Tangled Blood Lines is the result. <p><a href="http://www.authordeborahnoel.com/">Webpage</a><u> /:</u><a href="http://www.authordeborahnoel.com/">http://www.authordeborahnoel.com/</a> <p>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/deborahnoelauth">https://twitter.com/deborahnoelauth</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tangled-Blood-Lines-written-by-Deborah-Noel/215210808506176">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tangled-Blood-Lines-written-by-Deborah-Noel/215210808506176</a><b></b> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1ndGAxALMqc/UlZa3HXcQlI/AAAAAAAAGHU/pbEt_lqzJUI/s1600-h/clip_image014%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image014" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image014" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Mj3767Am6R4/UlZa4POVNXI/AAAAAAAAGHc/IeZpWOZ8a_8/clip_image014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="216"></a> Hello I am <b>Wendy Lovetiggi Nielson</b>, or Lovetiggi to some. I am an avid supporter of the the arts. I have 3 Facebook pages: The first is for my reviews and to post fun stuff to, the second, I created just for authors to have a place to post their links to, and the 3rd is forStreet Team work! #I# recently creted another group on Facebook that combines reviews and author links called I Love My Authors. <p>I am also a Goodreads Librarian, and have a Facebook group established for authors to post their issues in. It is staffed with more than one librarian to help. Sometimes it takes a little bit to resolve an issue, they do get resolved. <p>I have two blogs as well, First one is for my reviews (Lovetiggi’s Book Reviews)and the second one (I Love My Authors) is relatively new, I use it for Author Spotlights, Release Announcements, etc. <p><a href="http://lovetiggibookreviews.wordpress.com/">Webpage</a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-53126614199624492972013-10-09T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-09T10:00:00.698+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: First and Again by Jana Richards<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jnj8EoTqjI0/UlRqXN9hocI/AAAAAAAAF70/YiQ9STFgrbk/s1600-h/First-and-Again-Banner-450-x-1697.png"><img title="First and Again Banner 450 x 169" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="First and Again Banner 450 x 169" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9o1PRwgWi4g/UlRqYouF2KI/AAAAAAAAF78/X5oTL2aenUw/First-and-Again-Banner-450-x-169_thu.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="135"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BS2iax3oXz0/UlRqZ62pj5I/AAAAAAAAF8E/bAfB7Wc4Hco/s1600-h/clip_image00252.jpg"><img title="clip_image002[5]" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image002[5]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gM4vHEqy8Fk/UlRqatQc2FI/AAAAAAAAF8M/TwVIyNT_LJI/clip_image0025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="81"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-e_sJ2NFRWpg/UlRqbR9fuJI/AAAAAAAAF8U/WTlE618YItw/s1600-h/clip_image0024.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wsMqVP-LlTQ/UlRqcieOr-I/AAAAAAAAF8c/opnQSBgY3Sk/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="313" height="484"></a><b>First and Again<br>Jana Richards</b> <p>Genre: Contemporary Romance <p>Publisher: Carina Press <p>Date of Publication: October 7, 2013 <p>ISBN: 978-14268-9643-9 <p>ASIN: B00E1UY6GE <p>Word Count: 87,000 words <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-and-Again-ebook/dp/B00E1UY6GE/ref=sr_1_10_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1375217641&sr=1-10">Amazon</a> <p>Book Description: <p>Bridget Grant is back in Paradise. Paradise, North Dakota, that is. <p>She's swallowed her pride and moved back to her hometown with her daughter after her divorce and the loss of her catering company. Now she's trying to navigate the strained relationships she'd left behind—including her first love, Jack Davison. <p>Jack never forgot Bridget, or the day she left town—and him. When Bridget caters a lunch at Jack's tourist ranch, old flames reignite. They have more in common than ever—Jack's also a single parent. Though they both try to keep things casual, Bridget, Jack and their girls are starting to look a lot like a family. <p>But Bridget's only planning to stay in Paradise until she's saved enough to relaunch her business. Jack's invested too much in his ranch to leave. And with their daughters involved, both have a lot more at stake than heartbreak. How can they risk falling in love? <p>Excerpt - <p>The sound of an approaching vehicle made her cringe. The driver would likely stop and ask what had happened and whether she was all right. The thought of having to explain her actions made her feel slightly queasy. She prayed for the person to keep on going, to ignore the woman in a pink apron walking alone down a gravel road. <p>No such luck. <p>She heard the vehicle slow to a crawl as it pulled next to her. Righteous anger bubbled in her chest when she glanced over and saw Jack Davison roll down his window. <p>“Going for a walk?” he asked. <p>“Something like that.” <p>“Need a ride back to the motel?” <p>“No thanks. I don’t accept rides from people who laugh at me.” <p>She kept on walking, her head high. To her dismay Jack continued to follow her slowly with his truck. <p>“When did I laugh at you? I’ve only seen you once since you got here.” <p>“Once was enough.” <p>“You mean the night Tina gave you a hard time?” <p>Bridget didn’t answer. Perhaps it seemed petty to others, but Tina and Celia had humiliated her, and Jack had laughed at her. She wasn’t likely to get over it quickly. <p>“I wasn’t laughing at you. I enjoyed seeing Tina get taken down a peg. It doesn’t happen often, and frankly, I was impressed.” He paused a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” <p>She glanced toward Jack and he grinned back, all innocence and boyish charm. Despite herself, she returned his smile. He was a hard man to stay angry with, and she really didn’t want to walk back to the motel and risk having other people pass her on the road. <p>“Fine. I’ll ride with you.” <p>He stopped the truck and gestured toward the passenger door of his half-ton. “Hop in.” <p>She climbed into the cab, slammed the door shut, then buckled her seat belt. She smoothed the apron over her lap, suddenly feeling stupid and regretting her decision to accept the ride. Jack probably thought she was crazy, or at best, unbalanced. There was no way she could explain the fear that had controlled her life the last two years. <p>“I have a punching bag,” he said, his eyes on the road ahead. <p>“Excuse me?” she said, confused. Had she missed part of this conversation? <p>“When I can’t get things or people to do what I want them to do, or when I’m just plain pissed off, I go down into my basement and beat the hell out of Bozo the Clown.” <p>She stared at his profile. “Bozo the Clown?” <p>“I have an old Bozo punching bag, you know, one of those toys that’s weighted on the bottom so it keeps popping back up. Bozo takes a licking and keeps coming back for more.” <p>“Oh, I see,” she said cautiously. <p>He turned and flashed a dazzling smile. “No, I’m not crazy. At least no crazier than you. Everybody needs some way of getting out their frustrations or they’ll eat you alive. Mine happens to be beating the crap out of Bozo, and I suspect that yours is walking briskly down country roads.” <p>She relaxed against the seat. “Maybe.” <p>“Next time lose the apron. You can’t pretend you’re a serious jogger if you’re wearing a frilly pink apron.” <p>“No, I suppose not.” She grinned, the weight of embarrassment lifting from her shoulders. Jack’s quirky sense of humor had always intrigued and delighted her. “Next time I feel the urge to take a hike I’ll throw on some jogging pants and tell everyone I’m training for a marathon. That ought to stop the gossiping.” <p>“Sorry to disillusion you, but nothing’s likely to do that. Gossip and Paradise go together like peanut butter and jam. Most of the time it’s harmless, but if you’re smart you’ll try not to draw too much attention to yourself.” <p>“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to do.” She untied the apron and pulled it over her head. “Doesn’t it ever get to you? The life in the fishbowl? Are you and your wife happy living in Paradise?” <p>He glanced at her, and she saw a momentary look of surprise in his expression before he turned his attention back to his driving. <p>“I’m happy enough. The fishbowl thing doesn’t bother me.” <p>“That’s good.” <p>“But if you’re going to live in a small town, you’d better get up to date on your gossip. I’ve been single the last ten years.” <p>The news took her by surprise. Was he single because of divorce or because his wife had died? “Oh, I’m sorry. Celia didn’t tell me.” She wondered why her sister hadn’t filled her in after all this time. <p>Jack shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” <p>He offered no further information and she decided not to ask any more questions. After all, she barely knew him anymore. <p> <p>Giveaway - <p>$25 Amazon gift card <p><a id="rc-ba112f394" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112f394/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script> <p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-V6TC9KOPlSI/UlRqd5U8FZI/AAAAAAAAF8k/Q7e3QJOGmQg/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PDz1-6vQA28/UlRqe8N9XUI/AAAAAAAAF8s/zgZnMhHs8iY/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="244"></a><b>About the Author:</b> <p>When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist. <p>In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at <a href="http://www.janarichards.com">www.janarichards.com</a> <p>Blog: <a href="http://janarichards.blogspot.com">http://janarichards.blogspot.com</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/JanaRichardsAuthor">http://www.facebook.com/JanaRichardsAuthor</a> <p>Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/JanaRichards_">http://www.twitter.com/JanaRichards_</a> <p>Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/author/janarichards">http://www.amazon.com/author/janarichards</a> <p>Newsletter signup: <a href="http://www.eepurl.com/m3UnT">http://www.eepurl.com/m3UnT</a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-84165784720167546092013-10-09T09:00:00.000+02:002013-10-09T09:00:00.619+02:00Book Blitz: The Shoe by Trista Jaszczak<p style="text-align: center"><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/banner-1-the-shoe.png"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-4436" alt="Banner 1 - The Shoe" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/banner-1-the-shoe.png?w=300" width="450" height="300"></a></p> <p><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/book-cover-the-shoe.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-4437" style="float: left; display: inline" alt="Book Cover - The Shoe" align="left" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/book-cover-the-shoe.jpg?w=200" width="350" height="450"></a> <b>Title</b> – The Shoe <b>Series</b> – The Believe Series – Book #2 </p> <p><b>Author</b> – Trista Jaszczak <b>Genre</b> – Romance, fairy tale retelling <b>Publication</b> <b>Date</b> – 6 August 2013 <b>Publisher</b> – Front Porch Romance <b>Cover</b> <b>Artist</b> – Designs by Charisma <b><span style="text-decoration: underline"></span></b></p> <p><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">BOOK BLURB/SYNOPSIS</span></b> All Blair Miller has ever wanted was to study fashion in New York City. But as one door closed for her, another door opened. A bright and beautiful door that led her straight to a job at celebrity frequented, high end fashion boutique, ATTRAYANT, where she has now worked for years. When an invitation arrives for a masked ball that is being thrown to celebrate a world famous rock band’s new album, Blair finds herself being transformed into Cinderella for the night. When Blair not only falls for Prince of Rock, Hunter but also loses a precious $8,000.00 shoe, she finds herself in possibly the biggest mess of her entire life. How can she reveal who and what she really is to Prince Charming? How can she afford to replace such an expensive shoe? With the help of her two “Fairy God Fathers” who are pushing for her happily ever after…anything could happen. <b></b><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">BUY LINKS:</span></b> <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Shoe-Believe-ebook/dp/B00EF5110O/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1378644034&sr=1-1-spell&keywords=the+shoe+trista+jadzczak" target="_blank">Amazon Kindle Link</a> / </b><b><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18303122-the-shoe" target="_blank">Goodreads Link</a> / </b><a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/36647754/The-Shoe-(Believe)" target="_blank"><b>Shelfari Link</b></a> </p> <p style="text-align: center"><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/teaser-5-the-shoe.jpg"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-4441" alt="Teaser 5 - The Shoe" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/teaser-5-the-shoe.jpg?w=300" width="400" height="325"></a></p><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/jaszczaklittleredbelieve1cover.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-4439" alt="JaszczakLittleRedBelieve1Cover" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/jaszczaklittleredbelieve1cover.jpg?w=200" width="350" height="450"></a> <b>Title</b> – Little Red <b>Series</b> – The Believe Series – Book #1 <b>Author</b> – Trista Jaszczak <b>Genre</b> – Romance, fairy tale retelling <b>Publication</b> <b>Date</b> – June 18, 2013 <b>Publisher</b> – Front Porch Romance <b><span style="text-decoration: underline">BOOK BLURB/SYNOPSIS</span></b> Fall back in love with fairy tales with, Little Red, the first installment of “The Believe Series” by Trista Jaszczak. Ride along with Sam Wentworth through the winding back roads of Louisiana, on a desperate escape from her past. Where she falls into the arms of the unlikely and sometimes unwilling hero, Ethan Parker. When circumstances and fate seal the two together, entangling them with his 6 older brothers, feuding families and old bayou magic can Ethan put aside everything he has ever known to keep Sam safe from the dangers their lives and their love poses. Can he keep her safe from himself? <b></b><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">BUY LINKS:</span></b> <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Red-ebook/dp/B00DHRYKDG/ref=sr_1_2_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1378684718&sr=1-2" target="_blank">Amazon Kindle Link</a> / </b><b><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17693344-little-red" target="_blank">Goodreads Link</a> / </b><a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/36421669/Little-Red" target="_blank"><b>Shelfari Link</b></a> <p style="text-align: center"><a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/teaser-1-little-red.jpg"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-4442" alt="Teaser 1 - Little Red" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/teaser-1-little-red.jpg?w=300" width="500" height="222"></a></p><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">AUTHOR BIO:</span></b> <a href="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/author-photo-1-the-shoe.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-4438" alt="Author Photo 1 - The Shoe" src="http://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/author-photo-1-the-shoe.jpg?w=274" width="274" height="300"></a> Trista Jaszczak (pronounced jazz-ick) is an Air Force wife and mother of two who is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls Anchorage, Alaska her home. She's published 4 novels so far and written more than 30. She has a deep passion for writing, music, her guitar, her kids and her four-legged babies. <b></b><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">STALKER LINKS:</span></b> <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Trista-Jaszczak/e/B004MJDHM8/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_6?qid=1373960900&sr=8-6" target="_blank">Amazon Author Page</a> / </b><a href="http://www.tristajaszczak.wordpress.com" target="_blank"><b>Website/Blog</b></a> / <b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/AuthorTristaJaszczak" target="_blank">Facebook</a> / </b><b><a href="https://twitter.com/TristaJaszczak" target="_blank">Twitter</a> / </b><b><a href=" http://pinterest.com/jazzywriter/boards/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> / </b><a href="http://authortristajaszczak.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"><b>Tumblr</b> </a>/ <b><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4530480.Trista_Jaszczak" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> / </b><a href="https://www.frontporchromance.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=24_93&zenid=m2tbl6nfihspuddo8gvqililc0" target="_blank"><b>Front Porch Romance</b></a> <b>FACEBOOK EVENT</b> – Please Make Sure to Join The Event & Share The Link To Your Post Here So The Author Can Visit Your Blog Post - <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/619978001357311/">https://www.facebook.com/events/619978001357311/</a> <b><span style="text-decoration: underline">GIVEAWAY PRIZES (ADDED):</span></b> 2 - $10.00 Amazon Giftcards 10 – eBooks of Little Red 10 – eBooks of The Shoe 6 – Signed Cover Art Posters <b><span style="text-decoration: underline">GIVEAWAY LINKS (ADDED):</span></b> <strong><a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/99442513/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">CLICK HERE TO ENTER THE AUTHORS GIVEAWAY</a></strong> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540631654299517547.post-65887356562573383022013-10-08T10:00:00.000+02:002013-10-08T10:00:10.340+02:00Book Blitz and Giveaway: Twisted by NL Greene<p><b><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-walM_uEE-9s/Uk61AEAJ_fI/AAAAAAAAFlE/ct7obr23WKc/s1600-h/Twisted-Tour_thumb12.png"><img title="Twisted Tour_thumb[1]" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Twisted Tour_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Z8-xJZyekog/Uk61B5U1ZPI/AAAAAAAAFlM/1qT_HNxSmd8/Twisted-Tour_thumb1_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="283" height="188"></a></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0B-E-2yOur8/Uk61Cz363pI/AAAAAAAAFlU/rzi5-Jl4j68/s1600-h/Twisted_thumb12.jpg"><img title="Twisted_thumb[1]" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Twisted_thumb[1]" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FSjmRoeK8pI/Uk61EFyEfEI/AAAAAAAAFlc/WIs85T3u9ao/Twisted_thumb1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="484"></a>Book Info-</b> <p>Title: Twisted <p>By: N.L. Greene <p>Genre: NA Contemporary Romance <p>Release Date: September 13th, 2013 <p><b>Blurb- </b> <p>Growing up isn’t always easy. But for most teenage girls, they can rely on their best friend to help them get through the process. A BFF is something that is truly treasured and completely irreplaceable. You share all of your secrets, and are loyal and honest with each other, even when you’re acting just a little bit crazy. You have each other’s backs no matter what and you form a bond that is virtually unbreakable. <p>At least that’s what normal teenage girls experience. <p>Nat and Mel have been bestie’s since childhood and Nat has followed her blindly ever since. But as Nat’s friendship with Mel begins to lead her down the wrong path, she starts to question the sincerity of their relationship. Nat starts to see Mel’s manipulative, deceitful ways become more focused on her. Will Natalie hold on tight to the friendship she’s had her entire life, no matter what it cost her? Or will she let her heart lead her to a relationship that’s not so twisted. <p>Goodreads- <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365066-twisted">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365066-twisted</a> <p>Amazon- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twisted-ebook/dp/B00EP1ZUW8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379125204&sr=8-1&keywords=Twisted+by+N.L.+Greene">http://www.amazon.com/Twisted-ebook/dp/B00EP1ZUW8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379125204&sr=8-1&keywords=Twisted+by+N.L.+Greene</a> <p>Smashwords- <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/349966">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/349966</a> <p>About The Author - <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RaZZ8_ZdHIE/Uk61FDdjbOI/AAAAAAAAFlk/T0oaCwg5veU/s1600-h/N.L.-Greene_thumb2.jpg"><img title="N.L. Greene_thumb" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="N.L. Greene_thumb" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ndy9KBbXiQQ/Uk61GNP3fsI/AAAAAAAAFls/OObSgtls5So/N.L.-Greene_thumb_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="244"></a>N.L. Greene, who is 1/2 of the author duo Riana Lucas, has decided to venture outside of the Fantasy world that she and her best friend created with Poppy and The Deadly Flowers Series to write a few books on her own. While she loves working with her best friend, writing solo has allowed her to explore interest that had solely been her own. She spends a lot of time reading her favorite authors which range all over the place and in every genre, but spends just as much time with her husband and two daughters, traveling, shopping, and playing video games. Nichole was born in Pennsylvania but grew up in Florida, where she and her high school sweetheart live with their two children. <p>Facebook- <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/NL-Greene/401424803313800">https://www.facebook.com/pages/NL-Greene/401424803313800</a> <p>Goodreads- <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7232704.N_L_Greene">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7232704.N_L_Greene</a> <p>Twitter- <a href="https://twitter.com/AuthorNLGreene">https://twitter.com/AuthorNLGreene</a> <p>Website- <a href="http://nlgreene.blogspot.com/">http://nlgreene.blogspot.com/</a> <p><b>Facebook Events-</b> <p>Tour- <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/176337129226075/">https://www.facebook.com/events/176337129226075/</a> <p>Giveaway - <p>1 $20 Amazon Gift Card <p><b><a id="rc-25a01739" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/25a01739/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <span id="preserve9b0d98594f294f9db9a600ef2b4bd700" class="wlWriterPreserve"><SCRIPT src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></SCRIPT></span></b></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0