tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23453478544893204442024-03-18T20:12:37.092-07:00A Passion For ReadingA Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.comBlogger554125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-71486724086308414752013-12-05T00:00:00.000-08:002013-12-05T00:00:02.510-08:00Promo: A Long Time Coming by Heather Van Fleet<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Heather Van Fleet</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Release Day: November 12</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;">th</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, 2013</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If the king loses his head, then the Queen with a Bleeding Heart would rule the Red Court until Time ceased to move forward. When a second carried on for infinity, every creature in Wonderland would tip their Hat to the misfit girl with a Boy’s name (or was it a boy with a Girl’s name?) who’d end the Reign of Terror. However, it all hinged on the One-Eyed Hare being able to convince an uninspirable Heir that the impossible was indeed possible—like stopping time—and that Love was worth a Beheading.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Heads would Roll…Hearts would Break…In the end, would it matter who Reigned? </span><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-18cd3f83-afb9-a615-2218-920f78d4aa59"><br />Summary:<a href="http://ambersupernaturalandya.blogspot.com/p/lady-amber-tours.html" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></a></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two years ago Alysun David's life was normal. Great school. Wonderful boyfriend. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Terrified, her mother constantly keeps them on the move until they finally find themselves in the company of her mother's old friend...who doesn't look that old at all. Even in the small town of Hinckley, Ohio things seem to only get worse for Alysun and her heart longs for the one person that could help her. </span></div>
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<b>Blurb: </b><br />The world's darkest creature will be their brightest hope!<br /><br />While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn't want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.<br /><br />The greatest battle of light vs dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.<br /><br />Goodreads – <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17970670-only-half-alive">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17970670-only-half-alive</a><br /><br />Amazon (US) -<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Only-Half-Alive-Konstanz-Silverbow/dp/1492737895/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1380895424&sr=8-2&keywords=Only+Half+Alive">http://www.amazon.com/Only-Half-Alive-Konstanz-Silverbow/dp/1492737895/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1380895424&sr=8-2&keywords=Only+Half+Alive</a><br /><br />Amazon (UK) – <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-Half-Alive-Konstanz-Silverbow/dp/1492737895/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382541821&sr=8-1&keywords=Only+HALF+aLIVE">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-Half-Alive-Konstanz-Silverbow/dp/1492737895/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382541821&sr=8-1&keywords=Only+HALF+aLIVE</a><br /><br />Smashwords – <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361757">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361757</a><br /><br />Etsy (Directly from the author – signed & personalized) – <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/164982036/only-half-alive-by-konstanz-silverbow?ref=shop_home_active">https://www.etsy.com/listing/164982036/only-half-alive-by-konstanz-silverbow?ref=shop_home_active</a><br /><br /><b>Author Bio: </b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Konstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn't stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion.<br /><br />During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle."<br /><br />Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!<br /><br />Blog – <a href="http://nothoughts2small.blogspot.com/">http://nothoughts2small.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Facebook – <a href="https://www.facebook.com/konstanzsilverbow">https://www.facebook.com/konstanzsilverbow</a><br /><br />Twitter – <a href="https://twitter.com/konstanzs">https://twitter.com/konstanzs</a><br /><br />Pinterest – <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/konstanzs/boards/">http://www.pinterest.com/konstanzs/boards/</a><br /><br />Goodreads – <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7102407.Konstanz_Silverbow">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7102407.Konstanz_Silverbow</a><br /><br />Amazon - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Konstanz-Silverbow/e/B00FG9AW9O/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">http://www.amazon.com/Konstanz-Silverbow/e/B00FG9AW9O/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1</a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Konstanz-Silverbow/e/B00FG9AW9O/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></a></div>
A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-5513247383197803842013-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:002013-11-15T00:00:03.409-08:00Cover Reveal: Erasing Shadows by KD Rose<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><b>Synopsis:</b><br />Mira is a girl outside of time. She has experienced every mother’s nightmare—your child disappearing right before your eyes.<br /><br />But, this isn’t at all what it seems. This isn’t a tale of kidnapping. Mira’s child doesn’t get snatched. He literally disappears—fading from her grasp—right before her eyes.<br /><br />Mira and her gang of friends are forced to once again travel to the ‘other world’. A reality made of dreams—and nightmares—with dangers none of them expected. Things aren’t at all what they appear to be.<br /><br />This isn’t the first loss Mira has experienced, and when her husband and friends travel to the ‘other world’ to find her, they find more than they bargained for in a world made of dreams and shadows…and danger.<br /><br />Join the High Five Gang as a group of ‘adults’ move into a world where they are now teenagers again. Can they save Mira from her own worst nightmares before it’s too late?<br /><br />First in the Erasing Series, Erasing: Shadows recounts the beginning of an exciting and dangerous adventure- one that has repercussions far beyond imagination.<br /><br /><b>Author Bio:</b><div>
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Author. Bleeding Edge. Will not fit into your mold.<br /><br />K.D. Rose is an author and poet and currently has "Heavy Bags of Soul", "Inside Sorrow" and “I AM” on sale at Amazon.com. Look for The Erasing Series, Book 1-“Erasing: Shadows” on sale in December, 2013! Erasing: Shadows is the first of a Seven Book Series for New Adults in the Paranormal Genre.<br /><br />K.D. Rose is now also an author with Lycaon Press, a subsidiary of Breathless Press. K.D.’s book, Inside Sorrow won the Readers Favorite 2013 international Silver Medal for Poetry. Just like her books, KD Rose is edgy, hits you in the gut and gives you the education you never knew you needed. Writing with irony, truth, and a spiked pen, she takes you past the self into self-evolution.<br /><br />K.D. has an eclectic mind and loves language, physics, philosophy, photography, design, art of all kinds, writing of all kinds, symbolism, semiotics, spirituality, and Dr. Who. <br /><br />K.D. Rose values the question more than the answer and loves creativity and innovation. K.D. is also a sucker for cutting edge thought and has been known to bring some into reality herself. <br /><br />KD Rose is an avid supporter of music, the arts, cutting edge science, technology, and <br /><br />creativity in all forms that encourage us to expand and explore past the artificial limits we often set for ourselves in order to see the everyday connections that exist among all things.<br /><br /><b>Join K D Rose on the following social media sites:</b><br />Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00830RFC0">http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00830RFC0</a><br />Blog: http://www.kdroseauthortales.com <br />Email: <a href="mailto:kd.rose@aol.com">kd.rose@aol.com</a><br />Twitter: @kdrose1<br />Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kdroseauthor <br />https://www.facebook.com/K.D.RoseWriter?skip_nax_wizard=true<br /><br />Artist, Authors and other creatives, feel free to friend my personal page. You can also "like" my official facebook author page to receive updates on my books, interviews, blog tours, release parties, contests, and release dates.<br /><br />Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6038789.K_D_Rose">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6038789.K_D_Rose</a><br />LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=184204909&trk=nav_responsive_tab_profile<br /><br /><b>Website for the Erasing Series:</b> http://kdroseworld.com/</div>
A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-91732347735594982882013-11-14T22:16:00.000-08:002013-11-14T22:16:14.485-08:00Review: Reign of Ice by L.P. Dover<div style="text-align: center;">
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Two courts to four is what needs to be … to save the land so shall we see.<br /><br />The scroll has been found and now the fae know how to defeat the dark sorcerer, to end his evil existence in the Land of the Fae. However, the only thing standing in the way is the one bond that must be formed; the one that will empower all four courts together and make them invincible. Ariella and Brayden’s bond will not come easily, for Ariella is mischievous and head-strong with a heart full of love, while Brayden is strong and loyal with a heart made of ice.<br /><br />What do you do when the fate of your land rests upon your shoulders because of the bond you must form to save it? How are you supposed to do that when the one man to help you fulfill the prophecy is the one who doesn’t believe in love? <br /><br />With all four princesses bound together as one, will they be strong enough to save the life of Ariella, who is destined to be the one who ends it, the one who will sacrifice everything to save the people she loves? In this final installment of the Forever Fae series you will see how the bonds of love and all the sacrifices it takes to truly conquer the evil once and for all.<div>
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LP Dover never ceases to amaze me. As you guys know if you read my reviews, I love her books. Ariella and Brayden had such an amazing story. I loved Brayden he was the closed off prince, who needed someone who wouldn't put up with his crap. Ariella was tough, strong, and brave. She may have been a little reckless at times :p She was only trying to save her people. There is tragedy and sadness in this book. This is the final stand off. A side won in this book. You will have to read it to find out who. Now that this series is over. I really want to read the whole series again, now that I can read it straight through. I definitely will miss everyone in this world. There will be a spin off series, but I haven't took the time to find out much about it yet. I need to.<br />
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If you haven't read this book series, you need to read it now!!!<br />
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<b>A Paranormal Romance by KaSonndra Leigh</b></div>
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<b>Release Date: Winter, 2013</b></div>
<br />Synopsis:<br />Once upon a time an angel fell in love with a mermaid. And the god of the sea cast a curse.<br /><br />When Caleb Wood accepted his celestial heritage, he was given a gift from the dying sea king, a way to protect the girl he loves. But Gia still fights her connection to Erica, the girl bound to Caleb by the Angel of Chaos. Caleb’s new ability hasn’t been strong enough to break the link.<br /><br />Caleb faces two choices. He must decide if he will accept his heritage and fulfill a prophecy that will wipe away his memories of Gia. The laughter, the kisses, every single touch and emotion they have shared will be gone forever. Or he can stay, help her fight to save her home and live happily ever after. But doing so will ignite the prophecy and threaten everyone Caleb and Gia loves. <br /><br />Under the new sea king’s rule, Gia’s people are divided, and she doesn’t know who to trust. Gia must find a way to alter the prophecy, even if doing so means betraying the new king. <br /><br />Friends will become enemies. Gia and Caleb’s love faces the ultimate test. <br /><br />Will Caleb give in to the darkness? Or will he fall into the arms of the girl he loves? Find out in the explosive conclusion to the Seraphine Trilogy. <br /><br />Add to goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16164885-torn-seraphine">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16164885-torn-seraphine</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16164885-torn-seraphine"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"></span></a><br />
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<b>Lost Seraphine: Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy</b></div>
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<b>Release Date: 11/24/13</b></div>
<br />Caleb Wood now knows the Dark Seraphine's true identity. <br /><br />Life should be a little saner now, right? Wrong! It’s kind of hard to ignore the walkers, fallen souls taken by the Angel of Chaos. Oh yeah, only Caleb can see them.<br /><br />After saving his girlfriend from the wrath of a sea witch, Caleb finds himself faced with a new problem…understanding the strange tattoos showing up on his body. He must also deal with his Lost Seraphine, the girl who left her family behind to save the boy she loves. The same girl who just happens to be the daughter of a mythological god.<br /><br />Gia gave up one of her powers to be with Caleb. She knew that she was connected to the Dark Seraphine in some way. You see, there’s a prophecy, something she always believed to be a fairy tale linking her with the girl who also wants Caleb. Haunted by visions of her dead brother, Gia realizes she has made a terrible mistake. The ability she gave up is the one thing she will need to keep her boyfriend safe.<br /><br />Will Caleb be able to accept the things he will learn about his real father while trying to save the girl he loves from herself? Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy and prequel to the Lost Immortals Saga is coming soon.<br /><br />Add to goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16156020-lost-seraphine">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16156020-lost-seraphine</a><b style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16156020-lost-seraphine" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></a><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16156020-lost-seraphine" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></a></b>
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<b>Dark Seraphine: Book One of the Seraphine Trilogy</b></div>
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<b>Re-Launch Date: 10/27/13</b></div>
<br />"Mom always says the angels walk among us. She forgot to tell me that sometimes they're not all fluffy and nice."<br /><br />Seventeen-year-old Caleb Wood has seen people he calls the walkers since he was a baby. It didn't take long for him to realize something…no one can see these strangers but him. They never stuck around or tried to touch him. And they never said a word. That was until one day on the first day of class in his senior year when an incredibly gorgeous girl strolls into his life…and things are never the same again.<br /><br />Soon Caleb realizes he has stepped into the middle of a growing conflict between two ancient groups. And his ability to see the invisible ones, the half-breeds that want to modify the human race, just might be the only hope both he and the mysterious, but infuriating, Gia, have of making it out alive.<br /><br />Add to goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13628670-dark-seraphine">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13628670-dark-seraphine</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13628670-dark-seraphine"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"></span></a><br />
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Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.<br /><br /><div>
I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.<br /><br />Some other common tidbits…hmm. I’ve watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. Seriously, the way I see it is if I keep watching it enough, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in my backyard. I know. I have a huge imagination!<br /><br /><b>Links to Fun Stuff:</b><br />Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/KaSonndra-Leigh/e/B0066W7GY4/ref=sr_tc_2_0">http://www.amazon.com/KaSonndra-Leigh/e/B0066W7GY4/ref=sr_tc_2_0</a><br /><br />Join thousands of Seraphine Trilogy & Lost Immortals Fans on the Facebook FanPage: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KaSonndraLeighBooks">https://www.facebook.com/KaSonndraLeighBooks</a><br /><br />Author Website: <a href="http://www.kasonndraleigh.com/">www.kasonndraleigh.com</a><br /><br />Pinterest Board: <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/alestasia/the-seraphine-trilogy/">http://www.pinterest.com/alestasia/the-seraphine-trilogy/</a><br /><br />Newsletter Signup: <a href="http://kasonndraleigh.us4.list-manage2.com/subscribe?u=429111fbe9457f48a4db13e30&id=3ba93559cf">The Seraphine News</a></div>
A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-60602094145977677232013-11-12T19:50:00.004-08:002013-11-12T19:50:51.895-08:00Promo: A Long Time Coming by Heather Van Fleet<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: </b>A Long Time Coming (Perfect Timing Series #2)</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Heather Van Fleet</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>New Adult Contemporary Romance</div>
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<b>Release Day: </b>November 12th, 2013</div>
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<b>Publisher: </b>Sunshine Press</div>
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<br /><b>Blurb:</b><br />Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be precise; and she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it.<br /><br />For years now, she has been chasing her best friend’s brother—demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that surpasses well beyond that dreaded ‘just friends’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her idea of perfection to a T. The one and only guy who has ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster; make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants from Abigail is to be left alone. Abigail is a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other is no longer an option.<br /><br />A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live—to love—to actually be a man. David believes he’s a waste of space. If only the beautiful girl of his unattainable dreams would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail. He’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. However, staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her, one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen–year–old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable to David’s mind.<br /><br />Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And together, they will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had almost fourteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor. <br /><br />It has been years in the making, and definitely A Long Time Coming for David and Abigail. Let’s hope they don’t screw it up before they actually have the chance to get it right… <br /><br /><b>Goodreads:</b> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365239-a-long-time-coming">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365239-a-long-time-coming</a><br /><br /><b>Book Trailer: </b><a href="http://youtu.be/0LZn9p2uZnA">http://youtu.be/0LZn9p2uZnA</a><br /><br /><b>Author Bio:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.<br /><br />She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will be her greatest inspirations.<br /><br /><b>Links: </b><br />Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorheatherpowell">https://www.facebook.com/authorheatherpowell</a><br />Twitter: @HLVanFleet<br />Website: <a href="http://www.heathervanfleet.com/">www.heathervanfleet.com</a><br /><br /><b>Buy links: </b><br />Smashwords: <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/376721">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/376721</a><br />All Romance Ebooks: <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alongtimecoming-1343646-149.html">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alongtimecoming-1343646-149.html</a><br />Sunshine Press: <a href="http://sunshinepressbooks.com/shop/a-long-time-coming-by-heather-van-fleet/">http://sunshinepressbooks.com/shop/a-long-time-coming-by-heather-van-fleet/</a><br />Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Long-Time-Coming-Perfect-Timing-ebook/dp/B00GLRP89E/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1384183909&sr=1-5&keywords=Heather+van+fleet">http://www.amazon.com/Long-Time-Coming-Perfect-Timing-ebook/dp/B00GLRP89E/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1384183909&sr=1-5&keywords=Heather+van+fleet</a><br /><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br />She spun around, nibbling on her lip, grabbing both of his hands as she pulled him slowly along with her. Her eyes were so focused and shiny that he barely remembered his own name, let alone what he was about to say. <br /><br />“No crutches, David.” <br /><br />They made it to the edge of the floor, just as the tempo of the music slowed, to that of a seductive, rhythmic beat. She pulled his hands towards her, and he took that non–verbal command, wrapping his arms around her waist. His fingers knew just what to do, settling into the curves of her body right above her perfect ass. Those damn traitorous body parts had a mind of their own. <br /><br />“I won’t let you fall…” she whispered in his ear, running her fingers through the back of his hair like a vixen who he wanted to steal away forever, only, though, so he could lock her up with him in the backseat of her car again.<br /><br />Shit …it wasn’t the fear of falling that worried him. Oh no…it was the fear of never wanting to let her go again.<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span>A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-2088018560860050402013-11-11T00:00:00.000-08:002013-11-11T00:00:03.313-08:00Giveaway/Promo: From Gods by Mary Ting<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Title:</b> From Gods</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Mary Ting</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Young Adult</div>
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Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of Zeus’s descendants. <br />
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Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the attraction was inevitable. <br />
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Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers. Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the descendants of ancient gods, all who have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her. Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she find the answers, or will she die trying?<br />
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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.<br />
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<b>Book trailer:</b> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHkVg-DWCh8&feature=youtu.be">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHkVg-DWCh8&feature=youtu.be</a><br />
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Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaryTing">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaryTing</a><br />
Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMClarke">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMClarke</a><br />
Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/MaryTing">https://twitter.com/MaryTing</a><br />
Website: <a href="http://www.authormaryting/">http://www.authormaryting</a><br />
Blog: <a href="http://www.marytingbooks.blogspot.com/">http://www.marytingbooks.blogspot.com</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4388953.Mary_Ting">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4388953.Mary_Ting</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7181038.M_Clarke">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7181038.M_Clarke</a><br />
Pinterest: <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/mting888/boards/">http://www.pinterest.com/mting888/boards/</a><br />
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Amazon: <a href="http://amzn.to/GWm74K">http://amzn.to/GWm74K</a><br />
Amazon UK: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-Gods-ebook/dp/B00FRQRC4O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1381551797&sr=1-1&keywords=from+gods">http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-Gods-ebook/dp/B00FRQRC4O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1381551797&sr=1-1&keywords=from+gods</a> <br />
Barnes & Noble: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/from-gods-mary-ting/1117077139?ean=2940148419365">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/from-gods-mary-ting/1117077139?ean=2940148419365</a> <br />
Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/366606">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/366606</a><br />
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Tap! Tap! Tap! <br />
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Skylar jumped, startled by the sound. “Sorry officer,” she whimpered, starting the engine just to roll down the window and then quickly shutting it off again. The flashlight shone brightly, blocking her view, but she got a breath of the hot, sticky air that clung to her skin. Having the air conditioner on in her car, she had forgotten how hot it was. Even at night, the weather was intolerable.<br />
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Hoping not to offend him or her, she moved a little to the left and got a clear view of his gorgeous, young face. With instant combustion, her heart fluttered a mile a minute and her stomach churned nervously. She felt her face grow hot as she flushed and the temperature in her body shot up, either from the sight of him or the searing weather…perhaps the combination of both. Whatever it was, he was the gravity pulling her in. She was wrapped in his invisible force, visually taking all of his hotness in, and she was almost sure he was looking back at her with the same intensity. Breathe…breathe…exhale.<br />
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She had heard of love at first sight, but this was more like lust at first sight. What is wrong with me? Stop staring! Sheepishly, she unglued her eyes from his beautiful greenish blue ones; she couldn’t tell exactly what color they were. Trying not to stare, she saw a pearl drop of sweat trickle down from his hairline. She didn’t want to look into his eyes again, for fear she may get lost in them and not be able to look away. <br />
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Shifting her view, she focused on his uniform that fit perfectly to the curve of his muscles. His clean-shaven face brought out his high cheekbones, and every part of him looked flawless, from his hair to his broad shoulders, and all the way down as far as she could see. She had seen good-looking cops, mostly on television, but for goodness sake…sizzle! <br />
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“Could I see your driver’s license?” he said flatly in his masculine low tone. <br />
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Pause. Even the tone of his voice made her heart race. Get a grip! Do you have a girl friend?<br />
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<b>Title: </b>September Ends</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Contemporary Romance</div>
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<b>Release Day: </b>October 1st, 2013</div>
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<br /><b>Blurb:</b><br />Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.<br /><br />My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.<br /><br />My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.<br /><br />One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix. <br /><br />I lived it in my heart and soul.<br /><br />It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.<br /><br />As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.<br /><br />London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington. <br /><br />I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble. <br /><br />The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.<br /><br />Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.<br /><br />Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover. <br /><br />Magic.<br /><br />My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.<br /><br />If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.<br /><br />The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.<br /><br />Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.<br /><br />September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.<br /><br />September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love because love happens when we least expect it.<br /><br /><b>Author Bio:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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HUNTER S. JONE -Novelist. Exile on Peachtree Street.<br /><br />Lover of all the finer things in life.<br /><br />The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history. <br /><br />Currently, I have a music/entertainment blog @ExPatsPost.com. My debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, was published in 2012. <br /><br />Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice have always fascinated me, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I also adore the works of John Grisham, and own a huge selection of his books. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my husband, my books, too many clothes, too many shoes and way too many stacks of notepads and journals. <br /><br />September 2013 will see the launch of my first novel, a contemporary romance, written in collaboration with English author and poet, R.J. Askew.<br /><br /><b>Links:</b><br />Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6561688.Hunter_S_Jones?from_search=true<br />Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hunter-S.-Jones/e/B009SLNLKS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1380043599&sr=8-1<br />Twitter: https://twitter.com/huntersjones101<br />Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/messages/HunterSJones101">https://www.facebook.com/messages/HunterSJones101</a><br />Pinterest: <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/huntersjones/september-ends/">http://www.pinterest.com/huntersjones/september-ends/</a><br />Blog: <a href="http://www.huntersjones.com/">http://www.huntersjones.com</a> <br /><b><br />Buy Links: </b><br />Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6">http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6</a><br /><br /><b>Excerpt: </b><br />So this is what it’s like. You see it on TV, the doctors waiting at the doors of the emergency room. A breathing mask going over my face. “Liz, you’re going to sleep for a while,” Dr. Crandon said. “I’ll be here for you when you awaken. You’re going to be okay.” And your face turning and smiling at me like the whole of my life was going to be all right, like you were looking out for me even as you left me.<br /><br />That was when I heard a howl of grief from Mom in a distant, unknown waiting room.<br /><br />Then you are there with me. I can see you. I want to follow you, go with you, but you wave me back. You won’t let me follow. You insist. The look on your face. The Cherokee warrior, or is that our grandfather? Crossing a log bridge over a ravine and you follow. I want to follow too, but you lift the log up and tip it into the abyss. You look at me. Our eyes meet. You wave to me. I’m weeping for you, Charles. And then you’re gone from me forever. I breathe in the inviting darkness surrounding me. It welcomes me with its soft caress.<br /><br />Coming to, I’m waking up and it’s as if I surface to the top of a pond, only the pond is filled with clouds. Dreamy. Ethereal.<br /><br />Dr. Crandon was there, just as he had promised. Remembering things said that I can’t recall. “Liz, Liz, you can wake up now. You’re a lucky girl. Your mom and dad, and half of the town are outside waiting for you to wake up. I’ll let them know.”<br /><br />“What about Charles?” I whisper. Invisible shutters cover his eyes.<br /><br /> “Let me send your dad back to see you, Liz. Only one person at a time is allowed in ICU.” With that, Dr. C squeezes my hand and steps away. The sleepy dreamtime peace creeps over me. <br /><br />One of the nurses shakes me gently, reviving me. “Liz, honey, you’ve had a concussion. I can’t let you go to sleep yet.”<br /><br />Dad walks in. His lanky frame darkens the doorway. He pauses, just a hesitation, a moment. Then, he’s at my bedside, taking my hand.<br /><br />“You’ve always been a survivor, my little girl. I saw it in you when you were born. You were born fighting, Liz. You’re my survivor.”<br /><br />I plead with his eyes. “Daddy, why won’t anyone tell me about Charles? I know he’s dead. When will someone tell me?”<br /><br />Dad sits on the hospital bed, cups my hand in both of his. “Yes, baby, he’s gone.” I saw your death in Dad’s face as he admitted he’d lost you, his only son.<br /><br />Then it’s about me. “You’re in rough shape, sister. Every rib around your heart is cracked. You have a concussion and you dislocated your shoulder. But, you are going to be all right. You are going to be all right. You’ll have to get well so you can help me handle your mother.”<br /><br />And that’s how it’s been, Charles.<br /><br />The same old story. Dad and Mom, me in the middle, getting lost, in the way, getting it wrong, cracking up, too much of everything, but never enough. Mom going on and on. Why did you stop just there? Why was he driving? Why? Why? Why?<br /><br />And then it started. One shrink after another. Like I wasn’t grieving properly, or something. Like I had some new and nasty problem that needed to be fixed. God, I needed you there. You were the only one who could have helped me and you were gone.<br /><br />All the docs wanted was the money. Write a script. Give another pill, same old story. Just another messed up kid. Not a one of them gave a damn about the pain and my loss and sense of always being abandoned.<br /><br /> You were my best friend, Charles, my only brother. Eleven months apart in age. More like twins. Same nose, same blue eyes, same blond, wavy hair. You the natural athlete. Me, your equal. Remember when I beat you at running? At everything, almost. I always have been one competitive girl.<br /><br /> I still can’t believe you’re gone, Charles. I never will. <br /><br />You were my confidante, my buddy. You were the one who always made everything right for me. You were the fun one, the good-looking guy with the great sense of humor. I was always a little bit off the mark, more of a loner. Always surrounded by people, always alone, since I was a kid. That sense of aloneness and I are the best of friends. You know how hurt I was when Grandfather died when I was 13? He was the only one who ever told me I was pretty. You did sometimes, kinda. Almost. In a joking way. You two were the only ones who made me feel as if I was part of something and you are both gone. Forever.<br /><br /> How many times am I going to tell this story? The doctor looks up from his note taking.<br /><br />I have to ask. “Am I crazy?”<br /><br />“No, you are not crazy, Liz. You have survived a terrible accident. You have had a series of disappointments and losses beyond anything a typical nineteen-year-old has to contend with.” <br /><br />“I once had a patient who constantly saw a Christmas tree. All the ornaments on the tree were the faces of the women he had slept with in the past. He saw the tree sitting in the room, no matter where he was. From the corner of his eye, he would see this Christmas tree when he was awake. And, when he was asleep, the ornaments would fly off the tree with each of the women screaming at him.<br /><br />“That’s crazy, Liz. You’re not crazy. You have a touch of melancholia, that’s all.”<br /><br /> Melancholia, he says. What the hell? Isn’t that what the romantic poets had? Better than being plain depressed, I suppose.<br /><br /> He tells me I’m sad, numb. I remember everything about the crash. He asks me to place the memory in a box for now. I am to imagine all that pain and place it all in an imaginary box. I am to lock the box with an imaginary key. I am to keep the key. I can unlock the box as I can handle the feelings and I can unlock it when I want to open it. When I am ready. I am in control. Meanwhile, I am to take some nice little pills in a nice little pillbox.<br /><br /> He asks me why I’m majoring in English Lit. Did I find reading all that Keats and Shelley saddening? Did I empathize with the sad things they wrote about? We discuss words. It’s like I’m some human crossword puzzle he’s trying to solve.<br /><br />I tell him I see through words. He doesn’t get it. I run that line from Antony and Cleopatra his way, you know the one, my fav from the Bard: “With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate of life at once untie.” He doesn’t get it. I spell it out. Life is intrinsically intricate. Shakespeare nailed it. I tell the doc I don’t need the medication. He tells me I have no choice.<br /><br /> He gives me one of those I’ve-had-enough-of-you looks, tells me there’s nothing really wrong with me. I am to study hard. Vanderbilt is an excellent school. It’s HIS alma mater! I am to get on the school paper. Writing will be a good outlet for me. I am to keep a journal, too. A girlie diary. Doing articles will help me focus on others and a diary will help me understand my own feelings better. <br /><br />It is one of the few sensible things he says and one piece of advice I actually follow, dear Diary. <br /><br />It gets better. I am to play tennis, run, play volleyball. Exercise the blues away - every day. Get those endorphins pumpin'.<br /><br /> Meanwhile, keep taking the numb pills “a while longer.” <br /><br />“What is ‘a while longer’?” I ask. “Six more years?” I tell him just what I think about the meds.<br /><br />No, no more Dr. Nice. <br /><br />I am underage until I am 21. My parents want the meds continued until I am out of school and turn 21. I have a history of suicide attempts. Lies! <br /><br />He knows I WILL recover. <br /><br />“What, from the medication?” I ask him. <br /><br />My parents are “concerned.” And then he hits me with, “You are not helping yourself by continuing to drink. That works against the medication.” Doesn’t he know all students drink? Doesn’t he know I just want to be like everyone else? He waves my grades in front of me. I can’t believe it. He actually has a copy of my grades.<br /><br /> So, I’m not like everyone else. So I’m above average in this, outstanding in that. So what? He wants to make me believe in myself. And then he tells me. I don’t need him. The answers are all within me. I need direction, that’s all. Why don’t I come back in three months instead of three weeks? <br /><br />Like, YES! So the deal is I take the pills and skip the torture. <br /><br />He was right about the writing, though. It works. <br /><br />I write a blog for the school. I PROMISE TO LEAVE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE - THE ANATOMY OF NUMBNESS. I can write, it seems.<br /><br /> The next time I see Dr. Nice, I take him a blog on MELANCHOLIA AND THE MODERN AMERICAN DISILLUSIONED ROMANTIC TEEN. I follow this up with THE GIRL CHATTERTON.<br /><br /> He knows I am toying with him. Is he hitting on me? I do believe he is. Or maybe he just wants me to think he is. He’s 32 and married with a young son called Daniel. In the end, it is he who rejects me, refuses further appointments. Says I no longer need him.<br /><br /> Even my shrink.<br /><br /> So, dear Diary, will you reject me, too? Will you? Should we stop this now before someone gets abandoned again? Do I stop you right here? <br /><br />I think so. (I believe this is the end.)</span>A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-64882951065750097442013-11-09T10:44:00.001-08:002013-11-09T10:44:20.138-08:00Giveaway/Promo: Virgin Charmer by Rachel A Olson<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: </b>The Virgin Charmer (The Triple Goddess Trilogy: Book One)</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Rachel A Olson</div>
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<b>Genre:</b> Paranormal Romance</div>
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Hope Richards has only ever known the life of a big city girl. When her boss gives her an ultimatum, she decided to try out the country life during her forced vacation. After falling in love with a mysterious old mansion on the edge of a town that time forgot, Hope finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of someone else's crazy love obsession, and realizes in the middle of it all how lacking her own life is in that department. Hope is faced with a decision: return to the mundane life she thought was her passion, or find a way to experience something far stronger that she secretly yearns for. <br />
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Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her three-year-old, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her young son, just a few blocks from a city park, the public schools, and her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping strawberry wine, and head banging to music that doesn't carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.<br />
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"The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There's no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There's no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included." <br />
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“I think we should get a drink before we start Q and A.” The sound of Abigail’s voice made Hope jump enough to bump her knees on the table. Her tone was ice cold, sending prickly chills down Hope’s spine. She only nodded, certain that questioning how Abigail could be so dead about something involving her own brother would be a bad idea.<br />
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Abigail snapped her fingers in the air two times, and the man behind the bar immediately jumped on command. The closer he got, the stronger the pull became that Hope had felt previously. He walked with his face downcast, most likely watching where he stepped in an attempt to avoid tripping on anything or anyone. When he finally reached their table, Hope was in the middle of scrambling away, utterly terrified by what she was feeling. As soon as she caught sight of his face, her chair tipped back with her still in it. </div>
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Hope found herself sprawled out on a grubby wooden floor that didn’t look like it’d been swept in several days. Her sweater had somehow tangled itself around and between her knees, making any attempt she made to stand look very similar to a fish out of water.<br />
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Hope stopped all futile attempts to stand independently when a very masculine hand jabbed itself in front of her nose. With large, crossed eyes, she gasped and managed to scoot away from the floating hand by a few measly inches. A deep, silky chuckle rolled across languid airwaves and nearly choked Hope with its thick perfume. Hope glanced up through half mast eyes at the blurred face hovering just beyond the floating hand, and smiled crookedly, one eyebrow popping up a hair higher than the other. Another bout of chuckling ensued just as something lifted Hope to her seat.<br />
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“...Bump her head?”<br />
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“I’m...sure.”<br />
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Hope was only grasping portions of surrounding conversation. Her head swam through an enervated, unknown substance, causing a reaction similar to that of narcotics. She tried to shake herself and clear her mind, but whatever it was, it insisted on clinging tightly to every inch of her, inside and out.<br />
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“Do you mind telling me what your nose is doing on my boyfriend?” Hope was ripped from her strange trance when a cold, bony little hand landed abruptly on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, finding that her nose was indeed buried into the chest of a man.<br />
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No, not just any man. The man. The one that was causing the pull.<br />
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“Holy shit,” she muttered to herself, stuck in the glistening eyes of a man several years younger than herself. She was fully aware of the stares she was earning, as well as a perfectly annoyed Abigail behind her. She was also aware that, at that particular moment, she didn’t have the willpower to pull away from the younger man directly in front of her, or whatever it was that possessed her.<br />
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Slowly, Mr. Gloriously Addictive stepped away from her snout, swallowing loudly as he did. Hope could hear Abigail impatiently tapping her foot on the floor. The further he got from her, the stronger she felt. Finally, Hope managed to turn a bit to look at Abigail over her shoulder, knowing her cheeks would match the color of unfriendly fire. She opened her mouth to apologize, and the next thing she knew, she was falling face first toward the table. Abigail clumsily caught her full weight, gently lowering her into the nearest chair. Hope opened a single eye, finding the bartender entirely too close for comfort, and no doubt the cause of her sudden lack of leg control and balance.<br />
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He was frowning at her, probably just like Hope frowned at him. Abigail popped up out of nowhere next to him, the man that was yet to own a name, offering Hope a crystal clear glass of liquid heaven. She swallowed a mouthful, expecting it to slide down like the cool, refreshing water it should’ve been. Except it wasn’t water, and it ignited the very fires of hell in her throat and belly.<br />
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“Sorry,” Abigail winced as Hope coughed and sputtered. “I should’ve told you it was Vodka. Your weird dizzy spells and swooning had me convinced you were in desperate need of a hard drink.” Hope only offered a half smile, practically glaring up at the man still standing entirely too close to her. “Oh jeez, my manners ran away with my good mood. This is Garrett, my boyfriend.” Garrett offered a friendly hand to shake, but Hope just stared at it. She was more concerned about the close proximity of that hand, and why his very presence made her feel like her skeleton had decided to take a vacation without the rest of her.<br />
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“I think I need some fresh air,” Hope finally managed to announce.<br />
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<b>Author: </b>Pete Clark</div>
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<b>Genre:</b> “Historical Chaos” – Speculative Paranormal Historical Fiction with Humor</div>
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<b>Publisher:</b> J. Ellington Ashton Press</div>
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<br /><br /><b>Blurb:</b><br />“Gather ‘round people and you shall hear<br />about a bunch of bullshit that is clear. <br />Of riders and horses and monsters too; <br />your parents lied - they can still get you. <br />Hardly anyone who was there is alive<br />to dispel the rumor, uncover the lies,<br />but there was more than one man who rode that day<br />and more than just Redcoats who got in their way.”<br /><br />Along the way, Longfellow lost something in his translation it seems. <br /><br />Everyone has heard of the French and Indian War and the American Revolution. However, they have not heard about them this way! The American founding fathers had a lot more to deal with at the end of the 18th century than tariffs and tea; avoiding hurled trees from Wendigos and gargoyles falling from the sky took a lot of patience. How is Samuel Prescott supposed to hunt the leader of the Rippers when the British keep infringing upon the colonists’ rights?<br /><b><br />Author Bio:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Pete Clark likes writing, animals, potato chips, and cheese. Midnight Riders is his first published novel, although he can also proudly say he finally finished Helix Crashing, the fantasy novel he has been working on for over a decade. In addition, he has written Across the Barren Landscape, a collection of linked Western short stories. He also writes plays, both dramatic and comedic. When he is not writing, Pete tends to ignore everyone around him and obsess over sports.<br /><br />Visit Pete online at:<br /><a href="http://punchmyselfintheface.wordpress.com/">Blog</a><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pete-Clark-Author/546579275381484">Facebook</a><br /><a href="https://twitter.com/PeteClarkBooks">Twitter</a><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7112252.Pete_Clark">Goodreads</a><br /><br /><b>Buy Links: </b><br />Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Riders-ebook/dp/B00ESV9QKC/ref=la_B00D2PL0ZY_1_3_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377637458&sr=1-3">http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Riders-ebook/dp/B00ESV9QKC/ref=la_B00D2PL0ZY_1_3_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377637458&sr=1-3</a><br />Amazon UK: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Riders-ebook/dp/B00ESV9QKC/ref=la_B00D2PL0ZY_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377637587&sr=1-3">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Riders-ebook/dp/B00ESV9QKC/ref=la_B00D2PL0ZY_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377637587&sr=1-3</a><br />Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/348779">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/348779</a><br />Barnes and Noble: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-riders-pete-clark/1116599473?ean=9781492161769">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-riders-pete-clark/1116599473?ean=9781492161769</a><br />Kobo: <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/midnight-riders-1">http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/midnight-riders-1</a><br />Apple: <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/no/book/midnight-riders/id690328671?mt=11">https://itunes.apple.com/no/book/midnight-riders/id690328671?mt=11</a><br />Paperback: <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4402809">https://www.createspace.com/4402809</a><br /><br /><b>Excerpt: </b><br />Boone was sure he heard Revere scream as the zombie Forbes charged at them. On his way, Forbes took a nice hearty bite out of an off duty soldier who happened to be nearby. “Grullarrk,” the soldier said clearly before falling to the ground.<br /><br />Forbes Zombie was fast. A hell of a lot faster than Forbes was in real life. How the heck did that work out, Boone wondered. Oh well. He unslung his double-barreled reverse musket, an invention of Revere; the guy was good for something, thought Boone as he fired and turned his former commanding officer’s head into a floating cloud of red mist. He then flipped the release on his musket, spun the barrels so that the fired barrel faced back and the loaded faced forward, and he vaporized the downed soldier’s head as well just to be sure. He wasn’t about to let any zombies rise on his watch.<br /><br />“Everybody to the wall,” Fraser ordered. It seemed that Boone’s gunfire and the shrieking had alerted the remaining werewolves, who were apparently done feasting on the French and wanted to upgrade to a little English breakfast.<br /><br />“Zombies and werewolves,” whined Revere. “I sure hope no vampires show up.”<br /><br />“Vampires?” Boone countered. “What are you, a child? Vampires aren’t real.”<br /><br />“They’re not?” asked Revere.<br /><br />“No - vampires are just a myth. But dragons, dragons will fuck your shit up,” said George Washington.<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span>A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-81323293068095462232013-11-07T00:00:00.000-08:002013-11-07T00:00:04.977-08:00Release Day: The UnKnown by Lara Henley<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Synopsis:</b><br />Misty found out early in life that things just don't come easy. She has learned to trust no one, and that you can't depend on anyone but yourself when the chips fall. Finally free of the states clutches she sets out on a whirl wind adventure called LIFE....<br /><br />But she never expected Drake....<br /><br />Drake... is Use to being in the lime light just graduated from college. Wondering what's next? Misty is a welcome surprise. So different from his everyday mundane experiences..<br /><br />Can two completely different people share a journey that could change both of their lives forever? Or will they end up destroying each other in the process?<br /><br />Escape to The UnKnown<div>
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We walked inside the restaurant of the very small Angelo’s. It was busy because it was a Saturday night. The walls were painted a very dark red and each table was outfitted with a matching red table cloth with a lit candle sitting on top of it.<br /><br />“Very romantic, Mr. Mitchell.”<br /><br />“I try my best, Miss Scott.” The waitress walked over and took us to a very small, quiet booth in the back of the restaurant. When we reached it there were a dozen white roses sitting there. I was confused, had he planned this?<br /><br />“Drake, you have already given me flowers. This is too much.”<br /><br />“I can never give you enough. I want to give you the world. Do you know what the white rose signifies?” He pulled me down into the booth with him.<br /><br />“I don’t, but they are just as beautiful as the red ones you gave me.”<br /><br />“The white rose signifies purity and innocence. The red rose signifies love, beauty, courage, and respect. And together they signify unity. Baby, you are those things to me. You are my heart.” He kissed the back of my hand. “You are as pure as the driven snow.” He kissed it again. “And you are as beautiful as an angel descending from heaven.” Drake’s eyes danced with hope and love. I could see that he truly loved me. Where did this man come from? Tears were beginning to form in my eyes.<br /><br />“And together,” he pulled out a single white rose and a single red one and laced the stems together. “We are strong. We can’t be broken.” By the time he finished I was a blubbering fool. I was so happy in that exact moment.<br /><br />“I love you with all my heart,” he whispered lovingly. I closed my eyes and savored his every word. I hadn’t ever known love like this. I never wanted to let it go.<br /><br />“Baby, you ok?” <br /><br />“Yes. I love you so much. I can’t believe you did this. My makeup is probably running.” I wiped the tears from my eyes. Who knows what I look like right now, but I couldn’t help it. This was just all too wonderful not to cry.</div>
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Lara Henley was born in the Midwest. She holds a degree in Fashion Marketing and loves all things creative. She enjoys spending time with family and friends. Her first love is writing and hopes to make it her full-time career. She first began her career as a writer with children's books and has since transitioned into writing young adult and adult romance. <div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Paranormal Romance</div>
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<b>Choice (Origins, #1)</b></div>
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It was chance, guided by the hands of a god that brought them together. Would their choice bind them, or be the cause of their destruction?<br />
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Natasha never believed that the fairy tales she read to her niece about supernatural beings were real. She read them to give her niece hope. She, herself, had all but given up on love, until the fateful day when she went scuba diving in the Bermuda Triangle and was thrust into a culture of people that’d change her life forever.<br />
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On a legendary island, she meets Raif, the shape shifting Warrior Chief of Atlantis, and her soul mate. Their attraction is instant, powerful and foretold by an oracle, centuries before Natasha was born. She struggles with the attraction, unwilling to believe in soul mates, and fraught with the desire to return to the surface where she can continue her monotonous life, free from the intense and confusing emotions she feels around Raif.<br />
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All his life, Raif’s searched for her. To have finally found her after so long, is a dream come true. Trouble is; this dream’s more of a nightmare that he can’t seem to find a way out of than the haven it’s supposed to be. His people have become complacent, and her arrival is the beginning of fulfilling an ancient prophesy; a prophesy that not too many are willing to see fulfilled, least of all, his king.<br />
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Together they’re faced with the most difficult choice of their lives: doom a hidden, mythical culture to eternal segregation, or sacrifice their love to reunite Atlantis with the rest of the world?<br />
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<b>Changed (Origins, #2)</b></div>
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Vampires, Shape shifters, Necromancers, Supernatural Hunters - I sat in awe listening as Stephan, leader of the Vampire clans, told me about their culture. I'm glad he waited until now to tell me. I didn't believe the unbelievable was possible until I was mated to a powerful Shape shifter three months ago. After that, all sorts of crazy things started happening to me. <br />
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Four hundred years ago, my life was destroyed. Everything I knew and loved was obliterated as my powers surged for the first time. My family, my home and my life were taken from me, in flames. <br />
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I was transformed against my will into an abomination, a dizzien of hell to forever walk the night, a vampire. For four hundred years I've walked this earth, the painful screams of my family a constant reminder of the monster I am. <br />
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I've never known love, or the gentle touch of a man. The only respite from the agony of my existence was the three hundred years spent with Stephan. Although, once She came, I was again tossed aside, shunned and ignored. <br />
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Never again!<br />
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I'm done with being condemned, suffering for the consequences of something I didn't know I was capable of. It's time I lived.<br />
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My name is Victoria, and this is my story. <br />
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For three hundred years I lived with Stephan; learning about the culture forced upon me, growing as a pyrokinetic vampire and healing from Mneseus' century of abuse. Before Stephan's guidance and direction, I was an empty shell. His kindness, compassion and just beliefs showed me that there could be a life without pain. Over time, I learned to love again. Foolishly I believed Stephan and I would be partners, comfortable and content without half-life for eternity.<br />
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Then She came and ruined it.<br />
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I left them to find a place I could spend the rest of my lonely years. Mneseus' last words reverberated through the centuries, reminding me, I wasn't worthy of love. It would be now, when I finally resigned myself to an eternity of solitude, that I would find it. <br />
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Logan was everything I'd ever needed in a man, with one fatal flaw. Could I look past that, risking my heart, my future and his very life to be with him? Was love truly enough?<br />
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<b>Envisioned (Origins, #4.5)</b></div>
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As leader of the wolves, Auto holds immense power and responsibility. He's Stephan's second, and his oldest friend. In truth he'd give it all up to find his mate, his Alma Xemelga. <br />
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Sage was plagued with nightmares of a wolf hunting in the Michigan forests. Drawn to the wolf for reasons she can't understand, she never spoke of these dreams... until she met him. <br />
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With Auto's secret in her hands, he wonders, can she accept him for what he truly is? And when he learns of her powerful, hidden talents, will she be able to accept herself? <br />
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<b>Convergence (Origins, #5)</b></div>
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The Lascivious Transformation<br />
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Betrayed by her fiancé to the werewolves, transformed into one against her will and untrained by her maker, Kiera was then turned over to a faction of hunters that worked with the wolves to find a cure for Shifting. Unwilling, Kiera was subjected to an erotic and torturous retransformation into her human state. After all that, would she become human again? Would she ever find a man worthy of her love? <br />
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JEAN BOOTH lives in Nevada with her husband and cats. When she's not out risking her neck on the back of her motorcycle, she enjoys the more calm activities of reading, gardening, and spending time with her friends and family. She has worked in health care for most of her adult life before deciding to finally share the stories that have been living in her head.<br />
To see what’s coming soon in your favorite series visit <a href="http://www.jeanbooth.com/">www.jeanbooth.com</a>.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>The Forest Bull</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Terry Maggert</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Urban Fantasy/Thriller</div>
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<b>Release: </b>August 2013</div>
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Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to South Florida, and it was at this time that I made the first of my Big Career Changes, breaking from my daily fishing habit to play the saxophone in middle school. I took this leap of faith under advisement from my Consigliore/ Grandfather, who assured me that this was the way to impress girls.<br /><br /> In a rare occurrence, he was wrong. This isn’t surprising considering he had been a Big Band leader in the 1930s, which, I have since learned, was a certainty for impressing girls. Middle School saxophone played by a cherubic pre-teen? Not so much.<br /><br /> I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic Upstate New York, where I learned the meaning of winter-- and how to seize the whole of summer.<br /><br /> After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a pub. That was fun, because I love beer. However, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), but in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school - which I did, with great enthusiasm. I earned a Master’s Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. I had written for most of my life, but it was only fatherhood and a herd of dogs/cats/etc. that gave me the time management skills necessary to finish a novel, and actually see several more in my future.<br /><br /> I live near Nashville, Tennessee with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and when I’m not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
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A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-66561392021665485672013-11-01T00:30:00.000-07:002013-11-01T00:30:01.021-07:00Review: Strip Me Bare by Marissa Carmel<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: </b>Strip Me Bare</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Marissa Carmel </div>
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<b>Release Day:</b> October 10, 2013</div>
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<b>Genre:</b> New Adult </div>
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<br /><b>Book Description:</b><br />“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.”<br /><br />Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? <br />Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male reviews as Jack the Stripper. <br />Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?<br /><br /><b>Goodreads Link: </b>https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18001430-strip-me-bare<div>
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I went into this book not really knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised by this book. It definitely had an interesting storing line, and kept me intrigued. Alana put up with a lot more than I would have lol. Ryan was sweet, but a tad bit of a push over when it came to his family. I really liked both characters, and thought they were really well developed. If you like romance with a little bit of an edge check out this book.</div>
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Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.<br /><br /><b>Links:</b><br />Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5211765.Marissa_Carmel<div>
<br />Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marissa-Carmel/e/B005OKFXXU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1361243544&sr=8-2<br /><br />Twitter: https://twitter.com/marissacarmel<br /><br />Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marissa.carmel.5<br /><br />Web/Blog: <a href="http://marissacarmel.com/">http://marissacarmel.com/</a><br /><br /><b>Buy Links:</b><br />Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strip-Me-Bare-ebook/dp/B00FPW1MIM/">http://www.amazon.com/Strip-Me-Bare-ebook/dp/B00FPW1MIM/</a><br />Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/364288">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/364288</a><br /><br /><b>Excerpt:<br />Chapter One:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Pink plastic penises.<br /><br />That’s what’s bouncing around like two alien antennas on top of my cousin Emily’s head. Two, pink, rubbery penises attached to a cheap headband. <br /><br />I don’t know how people celebrate bachelorette parties in other parts of the world, but in the North East they dress the bride-to-be in sashes and tiaras, force them to wear pink penis paraphernalia and sacrifice them to male exotic dancers. Emily doesn’t seem to mind though. She’s sipping champagne happily in the back of an Escalade stretch limo as we drive through New York City. <br /><br />“Alana,” says Jill, Emily’s maid of honor whose personality is just as fiery as her red hair, “we were taking bets as to whether you were going to come or not.” <br /><br />“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask curiously. <br /><br />“I don’t know?” she holds her hands up like she’s balancing a pair of scales. “Cutting a year long trip to Europe short or staying and hanging out with all those hotties on the French Riviera?”<br /><br />“Sun and Speedos get old after a while,” I joke. <br /><br />“Well maybe some American Speedos will revive your interest?” <br /><br />“I doubt it.” <br /><br />“Is the straight-laced Alana Remington too prim and proper for a male strip show?” Jill digs.<br /><br />“She’s only prim and proper on the outside,” Emily jumps in, defending me. <br /><br />Thanks Em, but I can take care of myself.<br /><br />“Why would you say that? I’m here aren’t I?” I interject. “I’m just not partial to tiny male underwear. And I think the politically correct term is Male Revue.” <br /><br />“Whatever,” Jill laughs at me. “This is the perfect night to let your hair down and get a little action between your legs.” <br /><br />“Jill!” Emily chastises. “They don’t sleep with you.” <br /><br />“I’m sure if you paid them enough they would.” <br /><br />“You’re so crude,” Emily says. <br /><br />“I’m just real. And I’m pretty sure all they’d have to do is take one look at Alana’s blonde hair, brown eyes and long legs and they’d pay to sleep with her.”<br /><br />“Well just don’t let my father find out if that happens,” I say dryly. “I don’t think he’d respond well to me pimping myself out.” <br /><br />“I have a feeling you don’t need monetary transactions for sex,” Jill pours herself a glass of champagne as we haul down 5th Avenue. <br /><br />I glance at Emily and she gives me a sympathetic look. <br /><br />“Where did you tell him we were going tonight anyway?” Emily giggles, her bright blue eyes sparkling, her long dark hair pouring over her shoulders. She’s five foot two and one hundred pounds soaking wet, but she has the persona of a supermodel; beautiful, confident, sexy, fun. <br /><br />“I told him we were having an early dinner, then seeing a Broadway show. I almost choked on my granola when he asked me which one. Most of the time, he barely recognizes I’m alive, but of course the one time I’m not prepared with a cover story, he catches me,” I shift around in the cream leather seat, trying pull down the clingy hem of my gold pleated tube dress without much success; if I’m not careful I’m going to end up giving everyone a pre-show. <br /><br />“So a male strip club would have been a no-go with him, huh?” Jill asks sarcastically. <br /><br />“Like I need to answer that.” <br /><br />I’ve known Jill most of my life and she’s fully aware of my family situation; my father, the strict, detached man who has stern expectations of his daughter, which includes an impeccable social image. Me, going to a male strip club? No-go is a drastic understatement, and she knows it. <br /><br />“My uncle has very firm views about how his daughter should act,” Emily says annoyed. “What she should wear, who she should date, how she should breathe. And he’s colder than damn ice. I swear I don’t know how our fathers share the same DNA.” Both our fathers are prestigious figures in the law community. Mine is a superior court judge in New Jersey while Emily’s is a big shot lawyer in New York City. They both have a reputation to uphold, but my uncle John is very personable and laid back and he and Emily have a great relationship. My father is the exact opposite; stringent, disconnected, career driven. I don’t even think he has emotions. And we have no relationship. <br /><br />“So no little lost strippers following you home then?” <br /><br />“Jill,” I roll my eyes. <br /><br />“Not unless they have a seven figure paycheck and republicans as parents,” Emily adds wryly.<br /><br />Everyone in the limo looks at me and I’m not exactly sure what they’re thinking; it’s probably a toss-up. They either feel incredibly sorry for me or think I’m some tight ass who’s going to ruin the fun. If they take one look at my dress they should know it’s not the latter. <br /><br />As we drive through Times Square, the lights on the billboards are flashing and droves of people are walking. The city is always so alive, bustling, moving, churning. I love it here. And I’ll love it even more when I live here. I start law school in three months, and I can’t wait. <br /><br />It’s nearly eight o’clock when the limo pulls up to Culture, the only all male ladies club in the world. At least, that’s what the website boasts. Already, the line is around the corner with eager women waiting to get in. All six of us step out of the limo into the New York air. Along with Emily, Jill and I, there’s Beth and Liz the groom’s two sisters and one of Emily’s roommates from college, Jen. The smell of hot dogs and pretzels drift in the breeze from the street vendors as we make our way up the sidewalk. There’s a secondary entrance that has a street sign with several shirtless men that reads ‘Male Revue’, and when I look closer I catch some fine print scribbled on the bottom that says ‘lip smackin’ dick’.<br /><br />Oh man, maybe I am too straight laced for this. <br /><br />Emily nudges me as we wait in line for the doors to open. “Sorry about Jill,” she whispers. <br /><br />“Why are you apologizing? She’s right,” I cross my arms. “I do need some action between my legs, I just have to build up enough nerve to actually let someone in.” <br /><br />“That’s not the only place you need to let someone in.”<br /><br />I bristle, “Em, I don’t want to dwell on my past. At least not tonight, okay?”<br /><br />“Okay,” she concedes, the penises bobbling on her head. <br /><br />“Are you going to wear those things all night?” I ask incredulously. <br /><br />“No, I’m just going to wait until Jill is drunk enough not to notice I took them off.” <br /><br />“Well, you shouldn’t be wearing them for too long then.” <br /><br />Emily nods zealously in agreement. I think she likes the shock value of her headband a little too much.<br /><br />It’s early May, so the temperature in the city is comfortable. No one needs jackets or scarfs or pants, and I think even underwear is optional. As the line behind us grows rapidly the bouncer finally gives the okay to go inside. I’m bouncing in my shoes trying to muster enough nerve to actually walk through the door. I’m a little out of my element here. We file in one behind the other, all walking carefully down the dark stairwell in our designer heels, making our way into the club’s private room.. <br /><br />The room is dark but not cold; there are black leather couches and coffee tables spread out in front of a small stage that’s maybe a foot off the ground. Very intimate, very close and very personal. We all sit down on an L-shaped sofa to the right of the stage, and a few moments later someone is popping open a bottle of champagne and handing out plastic cups with pink bubbly liquid in it. I’m suddenly all nerves as the realization of what’s about to happen kicks in. I gulp the champagne; I don’t think I am going to like this one bit. I glance around anxiously at all the excited women in the room. A few have sashes or tiaras that say bachelorette or birthday girl. Emily fits right in with her headband. She seems relaxed; I think I’d be hyperventilating knowing some guy is going be grinding all over me in a few minutes. <br /><br />I take another sip of champagne. <br /><br />I watch the bartenders as they mix drinks behind the bar, hear the muted conversations of the girls around me and feel the temperature rise as the room fills to capacity. <br /><br />What the hell am I doing? Just before I get up to go get some air, a smooth male voice washes over the crowd. “Ladies, ladies, ladies,” the MC announces. Shit. He’s short, with caramel colored skin and big green eyes; very handsome and very charismatic. He introduces himself as Hugo, walking back and forth across the stage like he owns it. He tells a few dirty jokes to warm up the crowd, some of the women firing back fueling his raunchy lip service. “Okay my fine females, this is what’s going to happen,” he says with a tantalizing edge to his tone. “There will a group performance and then private dances, and then one on one time, where,” he smiles wickedly, “you get to mingle with all the fellas.” <br /><br />I really think I need a cigarette. <br /><br />Hugo tosses the mic to someone on the side of the stage then disappears behind a door to the left that’s barely noticeable. It’s been painted black to blend in with the wall. The DJ pumps a hard core club mix of Rihanna’s Rude Boy, while smoke blows over us from different corners of the room, it’s cold and smells bitter. Then that little back door swings open and four men with no shirts, ripped bodies, and black tuxedo pants file out, bumping to the music. The room goes absolutely berserk. Women start screaming, bouncing up and down and waiving dollar bills over their heads as the four guys bump and grind and hump around the stage in a sexed up routine. They’re hot, there’s no denying it, but I can’t help but wonder how anyone can do this? Don’t they feel like a slab of raw meat? <br /><br />When the Chippendales’ demonstration is done, the dancers disappear into the camouflaged door, leaving the crowd hot and bothered and apparently ready for more. The lady sitting in front of us is actually panting. Really?<br /><br />I glance at Emily as Hugo reappears. It looks like she’s really getting into this, which I’m silently thankful for. Emily’s not a prude by any means, but I think even this could definitely push her limits. It’s certainly pushing mine, and I’m just watching. <br /><br />Hugo calls the first bachelorette onto the stage. Lila, I think her name is. She’s a cute young girl, almost innocent looking. She’s wearing a tiara and a pink sash that says bachelorette. Her fake blond hair is loose with curls and she has on a white button up shirt and jeans. Not very club couture, but whatever. Her entire party is called up on stage with her, and Hugo instructs them to decorate her body with dollar bills. The group sticks money where ever they can, in her pants pockets, between the buttons of her shirt, in her collar and under her sash; she looks a walking ATM by the time they’re done. Then Lila sits down on a folding chair on stage. The DJ hits the music again, a fast version of Sean Paul’s Temperature pumps through the speakers as a guy dressed in a cop’s uniform explodes onto the stage, all high energy and sexual, popping his body as he jumps right in front of the Lila. He looks legit in his navy blue uniform, aviator sunglasses and officers cap. Sergeant Striptease wastes no time working it; he gets right in Lila’s face, bumping his junk to the rhythm of the music. <br /><br />I can’t believe I’m watching this, I think as I down more champagne.<br /><br />He rips his shirt off displaying his defined chest and six pack abs, then he straddles Lila with his face towards the crowd, taking her hands he runs them down his front, over his pecs, stomach and hips. His skin glistens under the stage lights. <br /><br />I’m not really sure what’s more shocking, the stage show or the reaction it’s getting. Women are bouncing exuberantly on the leather seats, shrieking and clapping almost like a bomb went off. <br /><br />Sergeant Striptease then stands Lila up and rubs himself all over her; moving up and down against her body, grabbing the dollar bills out of her shirt with his teeth. Lila laughs nervously as she holds on to him by his very nice shoulders. Very, nice shoulders. Then he does something that takes everyone, especially Lila, by surprise. He grabs her waist and flips her upside down, her crotch ending up right in his face. He slashes his tongue between her legs, causing most of the women in the room to scream.<br /><br />Like, bloodcurdling screams.<br /><br />I’m not even capable of an auditory response; my vocal cords have shorted out and my jaw has dropped to the floor. <br /><br />Raunch-y. <br /><br />Then he puts her down and whispers in her ear, she nods back at him with a smile; her eyes wide and alight. He sits her back down in the chair and proceeds to take off the rest of his clothes, which is actually just a quick tug of his pants. All he has on underneath is a black g-string with, holy shit, tassels covering his penis. Where do you even find a get up like that? He does one more bump and grind on Lila, practically naked, and then the show is over. <br /><br />Emily looks over at me. Her eyebrows lifted high like she can’t believe what she just witnessed. <br /><br />“Yeah girl, that’s all you,” I yell to her over the music and she laughs. <br /><br />I wonder how much laughing she’s going to do when it’s her on that stage? <br /><br />Hugo reappears, announcing the next girl, Holly, and she looks absolutely petrified. She too, has blonde hair, but I think it’s natural; no dark roots. She’s wearing a white eyelet dress and fresh faced makeup. She looks almost virginal and I feel sorry for her already. <br /><br />Holly sits in the folding chair, wound tighter than a spring and littered with dollar bills all over her body. I couldn’t do it. I could never sit up there and have some guy I don’t know hump all over me. It would just feel wrong. For me. I admire the other women in the room who are rearing to go. Maybe I am a prude? <br /><br />The lights dim as Holly sits alone on the stage, but no one comes out the camouflaged door. There’s low haunting music playing and smoke curling up from the floor. Then I notice Holly’s face. She’s gone pale. Everyone turns around to see what she’s looking at. And there, sauntering toward the stage is a guy dressed in black leather pants and a mask covering his whole head, a whip in his hand. <br /><br />Holy BDSM. <br /><br />“Ladies, the Dominator,” Hugo announces and Holly absolutely shits. I can’t say I blame her. All I want to do is run up there and rescue her. <br /><br />The Dominator gets onto the stage and starts doing a seductive dance over Holly, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back as he straddles her with his mask on. <br /><br />My mind goes numb as I watch; it feels like an out of body experience it’s so far out of my sexual scope of understanding. The Dominator then pulls Holly to her feet, bends her over and starts smacking her ass, hard. Then he mercilessly pumps her from behind and I have to look away. <br /><br />I think I’m scarred for life. <br /><br />After that he sits her back down in the chair. It looks like she’s just smoked up, she’s so starry eyed. Then he rips off his mask and starts again with the intense humping; his crotch right in her face. Good lord. <br /><br />He’s not bad looking with his bald head, big light eyes and a really nice smile. Like, really nice. Almost endearing, which is weird. <br /><br />Then he does something that actually impresses me. Somehow, he gets his feet over her head, planting them against the back wall of the stage, his ass facing the crowd and humps her from upside down. For a guy who’s tall, bulky and muscled, he’s limber, I’ll give him that. Then he kicks himself down and pulls Holly to her feet. He picks out all the dollar bills with his teeth, and then plants a huge kiss on her cheek. She was a damn good sport. I would have bolted the moment I saw him walking my way. Given you could actually pay me enough to get up on that stage in the first place. <br /><br />Now it’s Emily’s turn. <br /><br />“Okay ladies,” the charming Hugo announces. “You’re in for a real treat,” he says as Jill, Beth, Liz, Jen and I dress Emily in dollar bills. She’s by far sexiest and most trendily dressed girl in the room. She has on a tight black body suit that’s short sleeved and high collared. A flared mini skirt and a pair of black stockings that give the illusion of thigh highs; hooch couture is what I call it. With her tiny little frame she rocks the outfit perfectly. We were able to get twice as many dollar bills on Emily compared to the other girls. Even her black bootie high heels have Washington’s sticking out of them. She looks like a scarecrow stuffed with green straw. <br /><br />“Next up is one of our premier dancers. 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I’ll admit, I’ve never equated Justin Bieber to stripper music, but this guy makes it work, and damn can he move. My mouth is getting dry just watching this. The entire room is responding to him; pleasured screams and erotic moans are echoing from every which way as he works Emily on stage. No wonder Hugo called him premier; it’s as if he knows exactly what a woman wants and exactly how to give it to her. He’s already broken down the entire room with just his confidence and sexuality. That’s impressive. <br /><br />In the middle of his dance, with his hat and eye mask still on, he lifts Emily’s chair, with her still in it, and flips her up and around, inducing screams and shouts from the audience. With a big smile he places her back down, and then starts to undo his pants, teasing her and us with glimpses of his ass. 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<b>Author: </b>Sawyer Bennett</div>
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<b>Expected release:</b> October 21, 2013</div>
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<b>Age Group:</b> New Adult</div>
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<b>Goodreads:</b> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18279150-off-chance">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18279150-off-chance</a><br />
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He is seeking absolution.<br />
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Flynn Caldwell has a hero complex and it’s one of the reasons he joined the New York City Fire Department. He has spent his entire professional career trying to atone for that one person he failed to save. Because, if he can do that, then perhaps he can be worthy of love again.<br />
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She is seeking escape.<br />
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Rowan Page’s life is nothing short of a disaster. Always immersed in trouble, she has only herself to depend on. She’s determined to pull herself out of this mess and make something of her life, despite the hard years she has lived on the streets of New York.<br />
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Flynn is a fireman, who is always trying to save lives. Rowan is a girl who is barely able to save her own life.<br />
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Where can I get a Flynn for myself? Sawyer Bennett is one of the few authors who can write a guy whose sweet and funny, and doesn't make him super cheesy. A lot of authors when they try to write an all around good guy, the guy ends up making me not like the book because they tend to be cheesy and ugh, but Flynn was definitely not that. I loved Flynn, really felt for Rowan. This was just an all around amazing romance story. The dialogue was witty and entertaining. I loved it from start to finish. </div>
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USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.<br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #181818; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her three-year-old, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her young son, just a few blocks from a city park, the public schools, and her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping strawberry wine, and head banging to music that doesn't carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #181818; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There's no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There's no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.666666984558105px;"><b>Buy Links:</b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.666666984558105px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.666666984558105px;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G99S6RA" rel="nofollow" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/dp/<wbr></wbr>B00G99S6RA</a><br />Amazon UK: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Virgin-Charmer-Triple-Goddess-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00G99S6RA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382995204&sr=8-1&keywords=the+virgin+charmer" rel="nofollow" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.co.uk/<wbr></wbr>Virgin-Charmer-Triple-Goddess-<wbr></wbr>Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00G99S6RA/<wbr></wbr>ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=<wbr></wbr>1382995204&sr=8-1&keywords=<wbr></wbr>the+virgin+charmer</a> Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/368145" rel="nofollow" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.smashwords.com/<wbr></wbr>books/view/368145</a></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.666666984558105px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.666666984558105px;">B&N: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-virgin-charmer-rachel-a-olson/1117193442?ean=2940045334822" rel="nofollow" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/<wbr></wbr>w/the-virgin-charmer-rachel-a-<wbr></wbr>olson/1117193442?ean=<wbr></wbr>2940045334822</a></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Abigail snapped her fingers in the air two times, and the man behind the bar immediately jumped on command. The closer he got, the stronger the pull became that Hope had felt previously. He walked with his face downcast, most likely watching where he stepped in an attempt to avoid tripping on anything or anyone. When he finally reached their table, Hope was in the middle of scrambling away, utterly terrified by what she was feeling. As soon as she caught sight of his face, her chair tipped back with her still in it. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Do you mind telling me what your nose is doing on my boyfriend?” Hope was ripped from her strange trance when a cold, bony little hand landed abruptly on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, finding that her nose was indeed buried into the chest of a man.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span>A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-92154073911759715342013-10-29T00:00:00.000-07:002013-10-29T00:00:02.482-07:00Promo: Sanctuary by Pauline Creeden <img height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/sPfwF8bQPMQKUJbw2UOGFRG1DBlt3L2li-FHUa7amuwUa1le3H8sDnBVfoOY_8t6YUXbjCNZ6A7EdPpDQDYhYuqP5b_9Kkz4OLqAmHYGr2kTJ4oDSiOIyROUqMMrOFM9ku0" style="text-align: center;" width="144" /><br />
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<b>ISBN</b>- 13- 9781491072066</div>
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<b>Title</b>- Sanctuary</div>
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<b>Author</b>- Pauline Creeden</div>
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<b>Pub Date</b>– October 10, 2013 (Paperback)</div>
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September 30, 2013 (eBook pre-release)</div>
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<b>Price–</b> $9.99</div>
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<b>Buy Links:</b><br />
Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FI2W6CK/">http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FI2W6CK/</a><br />
BN: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sanctuary-pauline-creeden/1117001506?ean=2940148755500">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sanctuary-pauline-creeden/1117001506?ean=2940148755500</a><br />
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<b>Description – </b><br />
“Left Behind for the Hunger Games Generation”<br />
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In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meets The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?<br />
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<b>Advance Praise</b><br />
“Pauline Creeden managed to mix more genres into one book than I could possibly imagine. The overall concept, aliens attacking the earth, is straight out of Science Fiction, but then you throw in a few zombies and post-apocalyptic fiction with how the dead/sick humans are acting. Overall, the entire story was charged with the adrenaline and thrills of a suspense/thriller novel, but the mood was terrifyingly eerie like a Horror story. There was almost too much sensory information for my primitive human brain to handle. Still, all of these genres combined made for one unique and fascinating story. This kind of book is of the same flavor as The Hunger Games with its originality, which I really appreciated.” - Katelyn Hensel for Readers' Favorite<br />
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“Sanctuary is a fast-paced Christian fantasy thriller that is original and quite entertaining. The story revolves around Jennie and her family, Pastor Billy and his wife, and two brothers who are polar opposites of each other. Each chapter is presented in the point of view of Jennie, Brad or Hugh (the brothers), which gives Pauline Creeden's Sanctuary, a multidimensional feel. The three different story-lines merge into a full-fledged fantasy/horror novel that never sags or lets up on the action. While there are Christian themes present in Sanctuary, and Jennie's faith is an important part of who she is, I, a non-Christian, did not feel I was being preached to or proselytized. I recommend Pauline Creeden's Sanctuary -- it's well-written and a lot of fun to read.” – Jack Magnus for Readers Favorite<br />
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<b>YouTube book Trailers:</b><br />
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<b>About the Author:</b><br />
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In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.<br />
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Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.<br />
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Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian Fantasy and been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary is scheduled for release September 30, 2013, and has already been nominated for two awards in YA Science Fiction.<br />
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One of Pauline's short stories has won the CCW Short Story contest. Other short stories have been published in Fear & Trembling Magazine, Obsidian River and Avenir Eclectia. An urban fantasy short will appear in The Book of Sylvari: An Anthology of Elves from Port Yonder Press, and a vampire short will appear in Monsters! from Diminished Media Group.<br />
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Facebook: <a href="http://facebook.com/PaulineCreeden">http://facebook.com/PaulineCreeden</a><br />
Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/P_Creeden">http://twitter.com/P_Creeden</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://goodreads.com/PCreeden">http://goodreads.com/PCreeden</a><br />
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<b>A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:</b><br />
Why on earth did I write a Christian novel that has both aliens and zombies in it?<br />
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When I was a teen/young adult and my faith was wavering at best, there were several movies out with the likely design to shake faith even more. End of the world movies were in their hay day. Alien invasion was another big one. And I couldn’t help but wonder. If something like this actually happened, would anyone be able to maintain their faith?<br />
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And now today, Zombies are on the rise.<br />
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Could aliens be reconciled with the Bible? Zombies? This is the purpose of Sanctuary.<br />
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Because of its poetic nature, the book of Revelation lends itself to a plethora of interpretation. I am not saying that my book is the only true possibility, but it could be one. Could not demons be misinterpreted as alien life forms? Might not Satan use this mirage to his advantage to explain the bitter water or the blotting out of the sun, moon, and stars? And then there’s Revelation 9:6 - "And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."<br />
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Zombies?<br />
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If anyone reading this book at least opens themselves up to the fact that yes, a biblical interpretation could resolve the problems between faith and an apocalyptic reality, then Sanctuary has completed its purpose.<br />
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<b>EXCERPT:</b><br />
When Jennie reached the back door, she saw them. Four large dog-like creatures with pinched faces like bulldogs and lion-like manes. They snarled, and one of them leapt at the window on the top half of the door when it saw her. Jennie jumped back and fell hard on the cold tile floor. The bottle of painkiller bounced across the kitchen tiles. The creature slammed against the window a second time, cracking it. She blinked hard. Her heart sunk, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. A horrendous gargling howl rent the air, causing a shiver down her spine. She held her breath and waited for the creature to slam into the door again.<br />
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“What on earth?” she whispered to herself.<br />
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When the third attempt never came, she scrambled toward the door. Blinking hard, she used the door knob to help herself stand. Out the cracked window, her mother was still out of sight, but the last of the dogs headed across the field behind her backyard.<br />
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“MOM?” Jennie called out. <br />
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The rumbling faded, and the vibrations in her chest receded with the dogs. She pulled open the door and rushed onto their back deck. “Mom, where are you?” <br />
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When she reached the banister, she looked over the side. Her mom lay sprawled with one hand on the lattice. Blood gushed from Mom’s leg and her opposite arm. Jennie’s ears rang and flooded with every beat of her heart. <br />
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Jennie didn’t know how she got to the second floor of her house, but she found herself shaking her sleeping father. How had he slept through the rumbling? “Outside, it’s Mom…”<br />
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Her father leapt from the bed. Mickey, her little brother, lay asleep and undisturbed. Dad ran down the stairs and outside in his flannel pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. He scooped Mom up to his chest and carried her inside. Blood stained his shirt in crimson.<br />
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“Jennie, call 911!” Her father had said it at least three times before it finally registered in her brain.<br />
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She pulled the cell phone from her pocket, but it refused to connect. With a groan, she grabbed the cordless from the wall receiver, glad her heart stopped pounding in her head so she could hear.<br />
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“All operators are busy at this time,” a mechanical voice deadpanned, “Please stay on the line, and the next available operator will take your call.”<br />
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“They have me on hold, Dad. Should I hang up and try again?” She held the phone in both hands away from her face.<br />
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“No, just stay on the line.” Her father lifted the shredded jeans from Mom’s leg. “It looks like a shark bite. What on earth happened?”<br />
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Jennie took in the damage through tear-filled eyes. A huge chunk was taken from her mother’s calf, exposing the fibrous tendons that covered the bone in her leg. A bloodstain grew on the beige couch. Was she going to die? Panic rose up.<br />
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“What happened, Jennie?” <br />
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“I...I...They looked like lions, or dogs, or something. The rumbling shook the whole house…I tried to go outside to get Mom, but—” A sob blocked her throat.<br />
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Her father grabbed a throw pillow and held it against the leg. Mom’s exposed forearm laid across her chest in much the same condition as her calf.<br />
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“Grab me the duct tape.”<br />
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Jennie suddenly remembered the phone, put it back to her ear, and headed to the hall closet. She reached for the shelf above the jackets and grabbed the junk basket next to the toolbox.<br />
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“Please stay on the line. An operator will be with you shortly.” <br />
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She shoved the phone in the crook of her neck and fished through the box. Half the contents dropped around her feet. Who cares? When her fingers wrapped around the silver duct tape, a short-lived relief sent prickles down her arms. But the urgency gripped her chest in less than a heart beat, and she threw the junk basket on the ground with the rest of the items. <br />
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“Hurry, Jennie!” her father called from the living room. “And turn on the TV. Maybe they’ll have something about what’s going on.”<br />
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She handed her father the tape and turned toward the TV. The mechanical voice on the phone came through again, followed by more easy listening.<br />
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When she clicked on the TV, the shouting and wailing began before the picture warmed up on the screen. A sideways picture of New York City broke through, with the shaky voice of the newscaster voicing over.<br />
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“What we are watching now – I can’t believe it – is live footage of Times Square,” the newscaster’s voice paused for a deep breath. “We’ve lost our man on the scene and his camera man to what appears to be some kind of new alien creature. Just a short half-hour ago, the doors to the ship that hovered above Central Park opened and these dog-like creatures flooded out.”<br />
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Jennie couldn’t pull her eyes from the screen. She straightened and dropped the phone on the hardwood. The battery popped out and skidded across the floor.<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-10719317786247076332013-10-27T00:00:00.000-07:002013-10-27T00:00:07.891-07:00Promo: Dark Seraphine by KaSonndra Leigh<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: start;"><b>Title: </b>Dark Seraphine</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="text-align: start;"><b>Author: </b>KaSonndra Leigh</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="text-align: start;"><b>Genre: </b>Young Adult Dark Fantasy</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="text-align: start;"><b>Blitz Host:</b> </span><a href="http://ambersupernaturalandya.blogspot.com/p/lady-amber-tours.html" style="text-align: start;">Lady Amber's Tours</a></div>
<a href="http://ambersupernaturalandya.blogspot.com/p/lady-amber-tours.html"></a><br /><b>Synopsis:</b><br />**The Re-launched Second Edition will be published on 10/27/13**<br /><br />"Mom always says the angels walk among us. She forgot to tell me that sometimes they're not all fluffy and nice."<br /><br />Seventeen-year-old Caleb Wood has seen people he calls the walkers since he was a baby. It didn't take long for him to realize something…no one can see these strangers but him. They never stuck around or tried to touch him. And they never said a word. That was until one day on the first day of class in his senior year when an incredibly gorgeous girl strolls into his life…and things are never the same again.<br /><br />Soon Caleb realizes he has stepped into the middle of a growing conflict between two ancient groups. And his ability to see the invisible ones, the half-breeds that want to modify the human race, just might be the only hope both he and the mysterious, but infuriating, Gia, have of making it out alive.<br /><b><br />Author Bio:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. I write about people doing fantastical things in magical worlds. Sometimes they fall for each other and make sacrifices for their friends. Oh, and sometimes they love music and nature too. I live with my two sons,a guinea pig, a cat, and two dogs. Now that I have completed my MFA in creative writing, I find that I have a little extra time to play CLUE more often. I live in an L-shaped house dedicated to my grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies, venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.<br /><br /><b>Links:</b><br />Author website: <a href="http://www.kasonndraleigh.com/">www.kasonndraleigh.com</a><br />Prelude's Fan page: <a href="http://facebook.com/kasonndraleighbookspage">http://facebook.com/kasonndraleighbookspage</a><br />Prelude's Pinterest Board: <a href="http://pinterest.com/alestasia/">http://pinterest.com/alestasia/the-prelude/</a><br />My Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/kasonndraleigh">http://twitter.com/kasonndraleigh</a><br />Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/KaSonndra-Leigh/e/B0066W7GY4">http://www.amazon.com/KaSonndra-Leigh/e/B0066W7GY4</a>A Passion For Readinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417648681928097575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345347854489320444.post-72520974605238408562013-10-26T20:14:00.003-07:002013-10-26T20:24:09.147-07:00Giveaway Release Event: Finding Faith by Tabatha Vargo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Synopsis:</b><br />
A little FAITH can get you through…<br />
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One night. That’s all Finn had with the only girl he ever loved. Years later, all he has left of that night is a silver cross, a broken give a damn, and the unrelenting desire to drink her memory away. As the lead singer of Blow Hole, Finn has his pick of women, but none are able to squash the need he still carries around for Faith. To hate her offers some relief, but when Finn sees her again after so many years, it’s hard to despise her. Especially when every reason he had to hate her, turn out to be lies.<br />
As the daughter of a strict Baptist preacher, Faith Warren lived sheltered from all things sinful. When she met Jimmy Finn, the epitome of all seven deadly sins, she found out exactly what she was missing. After being forced to choose between her soul and the only person in the world who made her<br />
feel alive, Faith walked away from Finn and dove head first into her father’s preferred life. But now Finn’s back and he’s getting payback by wreaking havoc on her emotions. Except sometimes bad things feel good, and Faith has to decide once again if she wants to stay in her gilded cage or fly free with the dark angel of lust himself.<br />
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“Tabatha Vargo is a USA Today bestselling author from a small town just outside of Charleston, SC. Tabatha is a sweet tea sippin', front porch sittin' kind of girl from the south. She loves old, historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic. She is the mother of a seven-year-old rockstar/princess and the wife of her very own Prince Charming. When she isn't writing or reading, she's texting book ideas to herself and spending time with her friends and family. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementary school paper and from that point on she was hooked. She finished her first novel, ‘Wicked Fate’, in 2009 and released it in November 2012. She has since released ‘On the Plus Side’, USA Today bestselling ‘Playing Patience’, and ‘Perfecting Patience’.”<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1500000000000001; white-space: pre-wrap;">Forced to face each other at their friends’ wedding, Joe decides he’s let Lily run from the reasons their marriage crumbled long enough. Can he make her see that what they had was really worth fighting for?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1500000000000001; white-space: pre-wrap;">Finding a man has never been a problem for Heather. Until the one she’s really wanted to be with says he won’t sleep with her. Colum says he expects more than just a night of passion. Can he convince her it’s worth the wait?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1500000000000001; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aster Lewis doesn't give her heart away easily. Her matchmaking friend Flora set up on a blind date with Evan. While not exclusive, the relationship held promise until she was swept away by Derrick. After being manipulated and utterly humiliated by him in front of her friends and family, Aster is done with relationships.</span></div>
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<b>Review:</b><br />This stories were very short, they probably took only about an hourish give or take a piece to read. I am definitely not going into very much detail. They take place at a friend's wedding. So all the friends meet up at cabins to help prepare for it, and romantic entanglements ensue. <span style="line-height: 1.1500000000000001;">They were short and sweet, definitely a read if you want something that deals with emotion but doesn't drown you in it. The only story I didn't really care for was the first one. I don't like cheaters, so the second I heard he did, it was over for him in my book. Definitely read these if you want a quick and fun read about an awesome group of friends. </span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1500000000000001; white-space: pre-wrap;">Melanie has been writing in some form or another as long as she can remember. From songs to plays (a bad one) to poetry (not her forte) to romance, the urge to write has always been there. She read her first romance book at the age of 13 and hasn’t looked back. A voracious reader, Melanie has been making an effort to expand her reading horizons, thanks to forced college papers. Other genres have captured her imagination, but Romance will always hold her heart.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A native Californian desert rat, Melanie has lived over half of her life in Texas. Braving mosquitoes, humidity, and the occasional voluntary hurricane evacuation, she and her husband and their two 4-legged children – who have their own page on the blog – spend time with family, friends, and planning their next travel adventure. She writes in most of her spare time and always makes sure to take a pen and paper with her just about everywhere she goes.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1500000000000001; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amazon: </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Melanie-Macek/e/B00B44HEPA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379434104&sr=8-1" style="line-height: 1.1500000000000001; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">http://www.amazon.com/Melanie-Macek/e/B00B44HEPA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379434104&sr=8-1</span></a></div>
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I loved Brett. He was fantastic, definitely drool worthy. He might be one of my favorite guys in her series so far. Her ex-husband on the other hand I pretty much hated him. There was not one bone in my whole body that liked him at all...ever.. And I was like uuhhh Melissa tell him!!! And then I was like uugghh!!! It definitely kept me on the edge of my seat. Yes, I did like Melissa as a character. She was pretty spunky, and smart most of the time. Although a few bad decisions were made by all. There were definitely some steamy scenes so I would suggest this to 18+!</div>
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<b>Book Title: </b>Homecoming (A Cloaked Devices Short Story)</div>
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<b>Genre:</b> New Adult Paranormal Romance with fantasy and steam punk elements</div>
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<b>Release date: </b> October 25th, 2013</div>
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<b>Description:</b><br />
Five years ago, twenty-three-year-old panther shifter Sera Czedar left her home and her newly mated groom in a humiliating position after a mating ceremony gone wrong. She built a new life for herself in Varselles, the City of Outcasts where shifters exiled from their clans in the Seven Kingdoms can go for sanctuary.<br />
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Five years ago, panther shifter Levian Grayson was abandoned on the bonding bed by his bride, Sera. After years of tracking her, he arrives in Varselles, intent on staking his claim on her once and for all, even if it means hauling her over his shoulder just to make sure that happens. <br />
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Sera has always known her homecoming would eventually catch up with her one day. The one thing she can’t bear to do is hurt Levian, which will happen as soon as he finds out the reason she left him. Is she ready to take that path? Most of all, will Levian still want her when the truth comes out?<br />
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**Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content.<br />
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<b>Goodreads: </b>http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18072494-homecoming<br />
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I have always loved werewolves the best in paranormal, but after reading this book were-panthers might be where it is at!! The hardest part about reviewing short stories is not giving too much detail away. This is definitely one of my favorite stories by her so far, although Levian will never replace Zig in my heart!! lol I am pretty sure she knows that! BTW Cecilia Roberts, I need more Zig now!! I have never read anything with steam punk incorporated in it before, so that added nice elements into the story. All the characters were well rounded and definitely interesting read about. Definitely check this book out!!!</div>
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<b>Review: 5 out of 5</b><br />
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<b>About the author:</b><br />
I write YA, NA and Adult. My motto: Passion rules. I enjoy writing stories about people finding love in the most unexpected of places,and also about people finding their true purpose in life coupled with adventurous journeys, whether it's urban, fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary or paranormal romance. There's always a happy ever after, no matter how long it takes for the characters to get there. When I'm not working in my full time job, I don my supermom cape, or in most cases find myself trapped between the pages of a book in search for a hero who'll make me swoon with just a look or a word. My favourite form of therapy is knitting. Best. Therapy. Ever<br />
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<b>Author Links: </b><br />
Blog: <a href="http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com/">http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com</a><br />
<a href="http://ceciliarobertnaandadult.blogspot.com/">http://ceciliarobertnaandadult.blogspot.com</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5263768.Cecilia_Robert">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5263768.Cecilia_Robert</a><br />
Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CeciliaRobertBooksNAAdult">https://www.facebook.com/CeciliaRobertBooksNAAdult</a><br />
Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/Cece_Writes">https://twitter.com/Cece_Writes</a><a href="https://twitter.com/Cece_Writes"></a></div>
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