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Nine Facts That Can Change Your Life by Ronna Wineberg – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/03/17

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Nine Facts That Can Change Your Life
by Ronna Wineberg
Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Short Stories
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In this stirring new collection, Ronna Wineberg explores our essential
bonds to partners, children, parents, and friends. Intimacy,
marriage, parenthood, adultery, divorce, and the legacies left by the
past unfold in these beautifully written stories. Men and women
search for happiness and love, yet face longing, disappointment, and
loss. The characters in Nine Facts That Can Change Your Life struggle
with unexpected changes in their own lives but discover the power of
kindness, the joy of connection, and the ways in which we can be
renewed.
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Ronna Wineberg is the author of NINE FACTS THAT CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE, a
collection of short stories, ON BITTERSWEET PLACE, a novel, and a
debut collection, SECOND LANGUAGE, which won the New Rivers Press
Many Voices Project Literary Competition, and was the runner-up for
the Reform Judaism Prize for Jewish Fiction. Her stories have
appeared in American Way, Colorado Review, Michigan Quarterly Review,
South Dakota Review and elsewhere, and have been broadcast on
National Public Radio. She is the recipient of a scholarship in
fiction from the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, a fellowship in
fiction from the New York Foundation for the Arts, and residencies to
the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts and the Ragdale Foundation.
She is the founding fiction editor of the Bellevue Literary Review.
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Love and Famiglia The DiDominzio Novellas by Lyssa Layne – Spotlight Tour + #Giveaway

20/03/17

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Love and Famiglia

The DiDominzio Novellas

Lyssa Layne

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: 3/13/2017
ASIN: B06VVKY7DV
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 157,013
Cover Artist: Amanda Walker

Book Description:

Meet the DiDominzio family—fiery, loud, Italian. Francesca, Antonia, Gianna, and Carmine were raised by their strict, old school Italian father. Each sibling has their own journey but how they find their happily ever after definitely isn’t easy.

The King and the Pawn – Francesca, the baby of the family, wants nothing more than to fulfill her dream of being a fashion designer. Unfortunately, Papa DiDominzio will stop at nothing to squash her dreams and lead her toward the traditional career of the women in their family. Francesca concocts the perfect plan to bring home a man her father will hate in hopes that he’ll make a deal so she can still reach her dreams.

Not in Love – Antonia, the sexy second to youngest DiDominzio, exudes nothing but sex appeal, especially with her non-traditional blue eyes. After dating one man after another, Antonia thinks she’s finally found the man of her dreams until she realizes the one she really wants has been right in front of her since they were children.

One Day as a Lion – Gianna, the eldest DiDominzio sibling, is the only one that has followed Papa’s wishes by marrying an Italian man and working in his restaurant. While her brother and sisters suspect something isn’t right with her marriage, none of them can prove any differently. However, there is one man that will do everything in his power to save Gianna from the man she calls her husband.

Destined For You – The only male sibling, Carmine is more like a second father to his sisters than their brother. There’s only two things that are important to Carmine-his family and his club. Keeping up with his sisters and running his successful business leaves him no time to find a mate. As luck would have it, fate falls into his lap, changing his world, in more ways than one… and not necessarily for the best.

Available at Amazon

Get the first book in the series,

The King and the Pawn,

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Excerpt:

  “But, Papa, this is the opportunity of a
lifetime! Do you know how many aspiring fashion designers have the chance to
build their own line of clothing at only twenty-four?”
Desperation.
Yes, there’s definitely desperation in my voice, but there’s nothing left. I’ve
begged, I’ve pleaded, I’ve cried, but nothing has broken my father’s old-school
Italian demeanor. This is a last ditch effort to convince him to sign off on
the trust my Noni DiDominzio left for me so I can fulfill my career aspiration
of my own women’s fashion wear. My boss is moving to France and has offered me
to take over his line, giving me free reign on designs. All I have to do is
come up with three months rent and it’s mine.
“Francesca, in
nine months, the trust will be yours to do as you please. However, I suggest you
look at how your siblings used their inheritance. Their money was used to buy a
house, a car, even start a business which is how Noni intended for you children
to use it.”
I throw back my
head and let out an exasperated sigh. Lifting my head up to look at my father,
I take a deep breath, knowing that I’m walking on thin ice. My father, Andrea
DiDominzio, is Italian through and through. He’s got the full head of dark
hair, the olive skin tone, brown eyes, and the man sticks strongly to his
Italian beliefs despite the change in times. My siblings and I look exactly
like our father, except for Antonia, my middle sister, who has blue eyes.
However, we all share the loud, feisty attitudes which we’ve inherited from our
father, his father, and his father’s father. Being the baby of the bunch, I
have to fight louder than the others to be heard, but it still doesn’t mean I
get my way.
Speaking calmly,
I nod, “I would be doing the exact same as Carmine. He used his money to buy
the nightclub. I’ll be starting my career with Noni’s money. Papa, this is just
the beginning of what I can do with my skills.”
Papa leans back
in his plush leather chair on the other side of his desk, his fingers steepled
together. He’s not smiling with his lips but I can see it in his eyes.
“Francesca, you know I don’t agree with your choice of profession and I can
assure you Noni wouldn’t either. When you turn twenty-five, the money is yours
so you can do as you please then.”
“But, Papa, the
opportunity will be gone by then and I’ll be out of a job!” I stomp my foot
like a child not getting their way.
“Mia figlia, you
know that you always have a job at the restaurant which would be an excellent
place for you to meet a good Italian man to settle down with.”
He’s smirking.
The man is seriously smirking at me while he stomps all over my dreams. I’m not
even going to entertain his suggestion. Turning my back, I grab my jacket off
the chair and mutter under my breath in Italian.
 As I open the door, my father calls to me.
“Francesca, ladies don’t speak that way. I’ll see you in a few days at our
Christmas celebration weekend.
 With a huff, I slam the door to his office and
let out a scream. My father is infuriating but I’m not giving up on my dream.
One way or another, I will have my clothes in a show in New York Fashion Week.
Just wait, Papa, I’ll make you proud despite not having your blessing.
 

About the Author:

Lyssa Layne is first, and foremost, the proud momma to her precious daughter, AR. In addition to working full-time and being a mommy to AR, she is also an avid St. Louis Cardinals fan, a runner, blogger, and an infertility survivor.
Having watched one too many medical dramas and being inspired by author Rachelle Ayala, who introduced her to the world of indie writing, Lyssa decided to try her hand at writing a romance story.
Her attempt turned into the Burning Lovesick series. You can find Lyssa’s own interests throughout her stories although all stories are fictional.
Website:     http://www.lyssalayne.com/
Twitter:       https://twitter.com/layne_lyssa

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Sweet Southern Hearts by Susan Schild – Book Tour + #Giveaway

07/03/17

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Sweet Southern Hearts
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Author: Susan Schild
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Publisher: Lyrical Press
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Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction
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Susan Schild welcomes you back to the offbeat
Southern town of Willow Hill, North Carolina, for a humorous,
heartwarming story of new beginnings, do-overs, and
self-discovery…

When it comes to marriage, third time’s
the charm for Linny Taylor. She’s thrilled to be on her honeymoon
with Jack Avery, Willow Hill’s handsome veterinarian. But just like
the hair-raising white water rafting trip Jack persuades her to take,
newlywed life has plenty of dips and bumps.
Jack’s twelve-year-old son is resisting all Linny’s efforts to be the
perfect stepmother, while her own mother, Dottie, begs her to tag
along on the first week of a free-wheeling RV adventure. Who knew
women “of a certain age” could drum up so much trouble? No sooner
is Linny sighing with relief at being back home than she’s helping
her frazzled sister with a new baby…and dealing with an unexpected
legacy from her late ex. Life is fuller—and richer—than she ever
imagined, but if there’s one thing Linny’s learned by now, it’s
that there’s always room for another sweet surprise…
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Linny’s heartbeat galloped under her life jacket as they shot down the rapids of the Ocasoula River. Eyes wide, she watched as their orange raft careened toward a jagged boulder, bumped it hard, and spun them toward a patch of choppy water. As the water rushed around the three of them—Linny, her new husband Jack, and their beautiful, Ms. Outward Bound–type goddess of a river guide—they dug deep and paddled hard, straining to pull through the eddy. With a whoosh, they were pulled backward down the roaring, foaming river. Linny shot Jack a panicky glance, but he was grinning exultantly and looking like he was having the time of his life. With the flick of a braid and a pirate’s smile, the guide thrust her paddle into the rapids, turned the raft around, and steered them downstream toward calmer water. Too soon to relax, though. Linny saw more rough waters ahead and tensed.

Be a shame to lose a third husband, she thought crazily and paddled harder.

The nimble-footed photographer from the outdoor center jogged along a path on the riverbank, snapping away as their raft rocketed toward the Turbinator, the Class III rapid that roiled ahead in the home stretch of the river trip. The photographer’s ponytail bounced as he raced ahead of them, taking shots as their raft bucked, dove, and finally glided through the rain-swollen Ocasoula.

Soon, a shivering Linny stood at the takeout, hugging herself and rubbing her arms. She’d been splashed thoroughly and didn’t want to think about how cold the water would have been if they’d flipped over. Though it was late June, the guide told them the water temperature was only in the midfifties. Linny found herself grinning like a fool as she waited for Jack to come back from the truck with his wallet to pay for their pictures. She’d been terrified, but she’d had a blast.

A white water rafting trip might not be high on most women’s lists of a must-do on a honeymoon, but when Linny had seen how Jack’s eyes sparkled as he reminisced about a rafting trip he’d taken when he was in his twenties, she’d said, “Let’s do it!” in an enthusiastic, practically perky voice she’d hardly recognized. In this new and complicated marriage, being a good sport and flexible as Gumby were going to ease the way. Though rafting wasn’t her thing, Jack had cheerfully gone on the vineyard tour with her yesterday and, on the drive up to the mountains, had tagged along, not looking bored, as she’d poked through vintage aprons and yellow Nancy Drew books at an antique store.

“Here you go, ma’am.” The young man held out his camera and scratched one mesh- sandaled foot with the other as he watched her view the shots he’d taken.

In perfect clarity, the fellow had caught them at the moment she and Jack got sling-shot skyward in their raft after diving down into the roiling water of that last rapid. Linny peered more closely at the picture. The photographer had captured the Carolina blue sky day, the Day-Glo orange of the raft, the lithe young goddess at the helm, and her and Jack—the glowing, sun-drenched newlyweds. Twice coming down that river they’d almost flipped and been swept into the churning waters. Linny’s teeth had chattered and she’d buzzed with adrenaline and fear, but she looked alive and exhilarated as she beamed at Jack, pure joy in her eyes. With powerful arms, he was digging away with his paddle, helping power them through. But Linny spotted two details that made her eyes well up: Jacks’ new gold band glinting in the sunlight and the look he’d given her just as the photographer had taken the shot was one of wonder and delight. He looked like he was thinking, How did I get this lucky?

“You did a great job.” Linny smiled at the young photographer.

“Thanks.” The young man blushed and pulled down the brim of his cap. He pointed to the visitors’ center. “Just give me a minute to load the pictures and you can pick the ones you want.”

“Thanks. We’ll be over as soon as my husband gets back,” she said.

He raised a hand and loped off.

Linny loved saying my husband. She’d probably said it too many times over the three days of this honeymoon. My husband and I are from Willow Hill. My husband is a veterinarian. My husband likes unsweetened tea. Linny smiled at herself. Yup, she was being obnoxious, but she didn’t care. She was so dang happy that she couldn’t stop. Well, at least for a while.

At age thirty-nine and with her streak of bad luck with husbands, the odds of her and Jack finding each other and falling in love weren’t great. Linny sent up a quick prayer of pure gratefulness. After her beloved first husband, Andy, had died of a brown recluse spider bite while cleaning out a shed for Linny—an item on the too-long honey-do lists she always kept for him—she’d been lost for so many years and thought she’d never be happy again. Then Buck the charmer came along. She should have known a golden boy driving a vintage Caddy wouldn’t be good husband material, but she’d married him anyway. He’d turned out to be trouble, but just as she was considering divorcing him, he’d up and died on her. When his aneurism blew while he was in bed with a woman named Kandi, he’d left her broke.

Linny had sworn she’d steer clear of men or die trying, and then she’d met Jack. Technically, she’d accidentally hit him in the head with a bourbon bottle while recycling at the dump. She smiled and shook her head, remembering. Most women would pretty up that how-we-met story, but Linny told people the unvarnished version. Maybe she just wanted to spread the word that second chances, fresh starts, and true love were all still possible, even at her ages. The happily ever after you yearn for just might not look the way you thought it would.

So, a few days ago in a backyard ceremony, Linny had married Jack. A small-town vet with a twelve-year-old son and an exquisite ex-wife who was just a little too chummy with him for Linny’s taste, Jack came with complications. But so had she. And today she was buoyant and happy.

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Susan has an undergraduate degree from James
Madison University and a master’s degree (MSW) from The University
of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She has used her professional
background as a psychotherapist and corporate trainer to add
authenticity to her characters.
Susan is a wife, a stepmother,
and a dog lover. She and her family live near Raleigh, North Carolina
where she is busy finishing up the third novel in the Willow Hill
Series.
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Worth Waiting For by Wendy Qualls – Cover Reveal

02/03/17

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WORTH WAITING FOR
by Wendy Qualls
Genre: LGBT Contemporary Romance
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Pub Date: 8/15/2017
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A small town in the Deep South isn’t where most gay men would choose to go looking for love. But
open hearts will find a way…
Growing up in the Bible Belt, Paul Dunham
learned from a young age to hide his sexuality. Now he’s teaching
psychology at a conservative college in Georgia—and still hiding
who he really is. If Paul hopes to get tenure, he needs to keep his
desires on the down-low. But when an old college crush shows up on
campus—looking more gorgeous than ever—Paul’s long-suppressed
urges are just too big for one little closet to hold . . .
Brandon Mercer has come a long way since
his freshman year fumblings with Paul. Now he’s confident,
accomplished, proudly out—and the sexiest IT consultant Paul’s
ever seen. When Brandon asks Paul to grab some coffee and catch up,
it leads to a steamy reunion that puts their first night of passion
to shame. But when Paul’s longtime crush turns into a full-time
romance, he receives an anonymous email threatening to expose their
secret to the world. If Paul stays with Brandon, his teaching career
is over. Yet if he caves under pressure, he risks losing the one true
love he’s been waiting for. . .
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Wendy Qualls was a small¬town librarian until she finished reading everything
her library had to offer. At that point she put her expensive and
totally unrelated college degree to use by writing smutty romance
novels and wasting time on the internet. She lives in Northern
Alabama with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and a seasonally
fluctuating swarm of unwanted ladybugs. She’s a member of both the
Romance Writers of America and way too many online writers’ forums
Wendy can be found at http://www.wendyqualls.com and on Twitter as
@wendyqualls.

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40 Something by Shannon Peel – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/02/17

40 Something
by Shannon Peel
Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary Fiction
Five women navigate life while juggling careers, children, family, and the
men in their lives.
Charlie is bored with the family tradition of Sunday Dinner so she brings a
friend her family won’t approve of to spice things up a bit. Will
this friend go too far and cause too much damage?
Rose only wants to do what is right and keep her family safe. How can she
do that when the world is so dangerous and her teenagers so willful.
Will helping a friend invite trouble into her perfect world?
Lindsay loves to have fun and enjoys the company of men. She is a modern
playgirl who will stop at nothing to get a man’s attention. Will she
find what she’s looking for or something unexpected?
Sophie wants to keep the peace and keep everyone happy, especially her
ex-husband, so her children will live with her full time. Will she
lose the children if she can’t afford to take care of them?
Justine wants to escape her perfect life, she just doesn’t realize it. Will
she find the passion that is missing or will she continue to hide
behind her computer screen?
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Sophie

 

I have an online dating profile.

The photos look nothing like me. The woman in the photos is cute and the write up even makes her sound interesting. Lindsay’s makeover had me speechless, when I was finally allowed to look in a mirror. I didn’t look like me. My hair had body, a bit of curl, and softly, framed my face. I feel weird looking at myself. I couldn’t stop staring at the stranger that was staring back.

I looked and felt pretty.

Will a guy think I’m pretty? What am I doing? No one is going to want me. I know that, and yet, I let Lindsay and Charlie push me into this. This is nuts. I’m nuts. Why do I let others push me into things?

“Do you want more wine?”

I shake my head.

“Sophie. You look freaked out, are you OK?”

I shrug.

“What’s on your mind girlfriend?”

“Well.” I’m not sure what to say, they’ve been so nice to me, and I know they mean well. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Discomfort shifts my body and I look down. “I’m just nervous, I mean, what if no one messages me.”

“Sophie. You already have three messages.” Lindsay says.

I look at her, my eyes wide and mouth open. Did she say three messages? Three men have messaged me? What do I do now?

“Check it out. These guys are the hovering ones, waiting to strike at the newbies while they are fresh, not worth an answer. You’ll get some quality ones soon enough though.”

I take a look, there really are three messages. Two of them don’t have photos and the third is a muscle head with a shaved head, looks a lot like Mr. Clean. I click on each message.

Takeuout: Hey sexy, what you doing?

Hotdude69: You want to come over for a good time?

Mr. Clean: Hello. You are very pretty.

I look to Charlie and Lindsay. I don’t know what to do.

“Don’t message them, the idiots with no pic are either married, ugly, or trolls, all of which you don’t need to bother with. The third. I don’t know. You’re choice. If you think he’s cute then chat with him. Otherwise just ignore it and wait for something better.”

I am unsure about what to do. I don’t want to do the wrong thing.

“What are the rules?” I ask.

“Rules? There are none.” Lindsay says.

No rules? How does anyone know what to do? How to act? What is OK and what is wrong? I don’t want to offend anyone. I don’t want to hurt anyone. And I definitely don’t want to get hurt. There must be rules. There must be a code of conduct.

“It’s whatever you want it to be. You want to have lots of sex, have lots of sex. You want a man to treat you right then you tell him to. You want a relationship, you wait to find a relationship. Don’t do what you don’t want, that’s all.” Lindsay says.

What I don’t want? I don’t know what I want, let alone what I don’t want.

“Take this new message from Wantmore: Hey sexy lady are you lonely tonight? What do you think he is saying he wants?”

“He’s asking if I’m lonely.” I say.

“He wants sex. He’s asking you if you want to come over to his place for a booty call. Do you?” Charlie says.

“NO.” Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? “Why doesn’t he just say that?”

“Because he knows he’ll get virtually slapped down for it.” Lindsay says.

“Give you a compliment, some innuendo, enough to start a conversation.” Charlie adds.

“Let’s have some fun with this one.”

“Lindsay.” Charlie says.

“He’s hot and we need something to do.”

Lindsay leans over the computer and types, hey hot stuff, I’m very lonely tonight, what about you? I look at her, she lied, why would she do that? His response comes immediately.

Wantmore: Want some company?

Lindsay: What are you thinking?

Wantmore: Some kissing. Cuddling. My tongue tasting your body. I am very good with my tongue.

Lindsay: Mmmmm. I like a good licking, 😉

Wantmore: I’ll lick you good baby.

Lindsay starts to laugh and Charlie rolls her eyes, I’m at a loss.

“This is dating?” I ask.

“A part of it. There are lots of guys on here who want to get off on dirty talk, while jerking off. A large majority of them want casual sex with no strings. Nothing else. Just come over, pleasure me, and go home.” Charlie says.

“Sounds like they should call a prosititute or call girl.” I say.

“They should, they don’t want to pay or take a hit to their egos by paying for sex. Though I’m not sure why that would be a hit to their egos. Those girls need to make a living too.” Charlie says. “And if they did, they would be probably be less rude when dating. The funny thing is they don’t realize that the woman on here looking for quick sex, are sleeping with a lot of them and they are all sharing the same girls, which is how STDs get spread, because these guys don’t want to use a condom.”

“What?” I am horrified.

Charlie continues, “lots of them were married and are used to sex without a condom, so they don’t want to use one. They are dumb enough to believe that they have chosen someone who is clean, and doesn’t sleep around with other guys, at least not without a condom. They believe the woman is telling them the truth, when she wants to get laid as much as he does. They lie to each other to get what they want.”

“Hey. We always make sure we get tested and are clean.” Lindsay says.

“Yeah, up until your next fuck. I keep telling you to be more careful.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Sophie. They aren’t all dumb pigs, just the majority of them. There are decent ones out there who are relationship guys.” Charlie says.

“They all have their uses and are worth exploring. It’s about having fun and some guys are only fun in the sack.” Lindsay adds.

“One of these days you’re going to find one who is worth so much more than a roll in the hay and then what are you going to do if he asks how many men you’ve been with?” Charlie asks Lindsay.

“Tell him. He won’t care.”

“Right. ‘Cause men are such liberal minded creatures who don’t think in double standards. What about, loves his ex guy. He admitted that he wanted to get back together with his wife, but because she’d been with other men he couldn’t. When I pointed out he slept with other women his comment was, that’s different, you’re not a man, you don’t understand. I understood alright, he held one set of standards for him and another set for his ex-wife.”

“You’re too hard on them. They are flawed, sure, but if you are good in bed they’ll keep you.”

“No they won’t. They will fuck ya, but that’s it.”

“You are way too jaded.”

“And you are way too forgiving.”

“I thought you two said this was supposed to be fun.”

The two of them start laughing.

“Sorry Sophie. It’s just that we have different opinions about what is acceptable and what isn’t, when it comes to how men behave. It’s a running debate between us, it is part of the fun. You’ll find your own opinions about men, what you will accept as acceptable, and what you won’t.”

“Charlie’s just a stick in the mud who hates men.” Lindsay sticks her tongue out at Charlie.

“You bet I hate men. All the good ones are married and I’m sick of being treated badly.”

These two are kidding right? Why in the world do they think that it’s a good idea for me to do this? I’m not sure I can survive being rejected by a man. Craig threw me away and the pain of it still cuts at me daily. Do I want to add to it by having other guys using me for sex or rejecting me because I won’t put out? This is not for me. I am not meant to be with anyone except Craig and he doesn’t want me.

I can’t do this.

 

Shannon Peel grew up in Enderby, BC where her family’s root run deep. Growing
up where television was either non existent or very limited she
relied on books & imagination to escape into the world
beyond.

She went to UBC to study and earn a general studies BA with a
concentration in Political Science and Economics. Macro analysis of
world events, social justice and human motivations became a passion
of hers. This passion is a driving force in all her stories, which
have political, economic, and social justice undercurrents.

After a career in the financial field she decided to stay home and raise
her two children until school age. In 2007 she return to the
workforce as a sales / marketing / advertising professional. She
currently resides in BC’s Lower Mainland with her two teenage
children.

Shannon Peel is a creative, intelligent professional with a 20 year proven
track record in sales, marketing, customer relations, project
management, presentations, and communication.

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Help Wanted by Allison B. Hanson – Cover Reveal

13/02/17

 
by Allison B. Hanson
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pub Date:9/12/2017

Who said mixing work and pleasure
was a bad idea?
For Kenley Carmichael, getting fired
for sleeping with the boss’s husband is almost funny—at 28, she’s
still a virgin. Not that her now ex-boss would believe it—Kenley’s
got the face and figure to attract plenty of men, even if she’s
never found the right one. A job at New Haven Custom Boats is a
chance to start fresh and learn a whole new skill set. Trouble is,
she can’t stop wishing her incredibly hot new boss would introduce
her to some decidedly un-businesslike pleasure . . .
Zane Jackson needs a new assistant, but
when his pregnant sister hires her replacement, she chooses a girl
who reminds him of the kind who broke his heart in high school. Zane
might not be that shy boy anymore, but sweet, sexy Kenley makes him
feel every bit as awkward as he did then—and even hungrier to kiss
her. She’s the perfect woman for the job—but he wants her to be
so much more.
Interoffice dating can only lead to
trouble—unless it leads to true love . . .
Allison B. Hanson lives near Hershey,
Pennsylvania. Her novels include women’s fiction, paranormal,
sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery suspense. She enjoys candy immensely, as
well as long motorcycle rides and reading.
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At the Heart of the Stone by Roxanne D. Howard – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/01/17

At the Heart of the Stone
by Roxanne D Howard
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies, safe havens to step inside
without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is
about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a
mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly
what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as
ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling
fiancé, has hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s funeral right in the
middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back to face the
demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream
lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her
fantasies and right into her life, and the powerful connection they
share rocks her foundation. Although she’s dealing with the
bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his jealousy, Niall soon
stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her existence and
reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.
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If the kiss had stayed careful and guarded, she might have continued to question it. But the blindfold disappeared, and she realized she’d fallen asleep. Her eyes flew open, and he was there. Oh my God. He was there! Heated eyes watched her. Rakish dark hair fell over his forehead as he breathed hard, and the morning sun lit up the world behind him. She took a deep, shuddering breath to speak, but his hands moved to cup her face. He held still and closed his eyes as his lips took her mouth. Right then and there, it was very clear that this was real. That was the weight of a real man on top of her, clothed, and smelling citrusy and clean. What in the hell is happening here?

 

How did he get here? He was only her dream lover.

 

Or was he?

 

Confused beyond all comprehension, Lark didn’t have any time to contemplate what was really going on. His lips delivered a breath-stealing, soul-shattering kiss, and then they were all over each other. This, ah, this she knew. Lark hooked her ankle over his and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to rid him of his jacket and draw him closer. She clenched her hand in his hair as he devoured her mouth. He tasted the same as her dream lover, and she put her tongue in his mouth to savor more of that tangy sweetness.

 

They were both making noises they never had in her dreams, little breathy gasps and blasts of air as their mouths met and separated as they sought new angles and depths to their passion.

 

He made a disgruntled sound as he tried to get more comfortable in the cradle of her hips over the hindrance of clothes, and she realized she really wasn’t dreaming anymore. He nibbled on her lower lip as she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but then she was carried away in the undercurrent of his large, warm hands, which were caressing the skin of her stomach beneath her hoodie and T-shirt. She continued to accept his kisses but pawed down her still zipped-up sweat jacket. Okay, so she was still clothed. He was rock hard against her, and he ground his hips into her, a disbelieving grunt escaping his lips. Lark rolled her eyes back, shivering at the jolt that went through her.

 

“Wh— Mmm. Whoa. Stop!” She finally managed to say against his mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized him as he breathed in and out, bracing himself on the weight of his hands above her, his bright green eyes bearing into hers. His face was the face of her dreams—the sensual, bowed lips and cleft chin, the built body, and the thick hair. His hair… She blinked. It was cut at the nape and styled for a day at work. She glanced down at what he was wearing.

 

“Um, why are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” she asked, squinting against the sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head, putting her in shade.

 

“This time?” He lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but I’ve no idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off her and sat upright at the end of the swing.

 

She tucked her feet against her and sat up, unable to do anything more than blink at him in utter disbelief.

 

“I was coming up to knock on the door when I saw you lying here, and given how you were tossing and the noises you were making, it looked like maybe you were having some sort of a seizure.”

**Winner of the Coffee Time Romance Reviewer’s Award !**
Roxanne D. Howard is a pseudonym that the author publishes romance novels
under. Roxanne is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor’s degree in
Psychology and English. She is a member of RWA PAN (Romance Writers
of America Published Authors Network). She loves to read poetry,
classical literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars
fan, musical theater nut, and loves marine biology. She resides in
the mid-west United States, and enjoys spending time with her husband
and children when she’s not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her
readers, and she can be contacted at author@roxannedhoward.com.