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Only a Mistress will do by Jenna Jaxon – Book Tour + #Giveaway

25/04/17

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ONLY A MISTRESS WILL DO
by Jenna Jaxon
Pub date: 4/4/2017
Genre: Historical Romance
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The man of her dreams . . . belongs to another woman.
Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another…
Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves…
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Chapter 1
London, November 1761

 

Shivering in the brisk wind cutting straight through her thin gown, Violet Carlton trudged across the small dirt-packed backyard, littered with tufts of dead grass and scattered brown and red leaves. Teeth clenched to stop their chattering, she mounted the short three steps of the back stoop, straightened her shoulders, and rapped three times on the dull gray door of the silvery clapboard house. Beyond the weathered board fence of   the house next door a dog barked, but no one stirred. No prying eyes to witness her shame.

 

The door opened a crack, and a lad of about twelve stuck his head out. “What you doin’ ’ere this time o’ day?”

“I would like to speak with Madame Vestry, please.” Perhaps she should have waited until later in the morning. Such an establishment would obviously keep late hours. But the ache in her belly had forced her here as soon as the sun had risen.

 

“She’s still sleep. Come back later today.” He started to push the door closed but Violet rammed her boot between it and the jamb. The boy kept shoving, squeezing her foot until she winced in pain, but she gritted her teeth, put her shoulder to the door and pushed back. If she didn’t do this now, she wouldn’t have the courage, or the strength, to come back.

 

“I need to see her now.” She raised her voice, and threw her weight against the rough boards. Despite her small stature, she was stronger. He staggered back and she fell into a narrow back foyer with a row of coat hooks and the devastating yeasty smell of baking bread. Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten for days.

 

Blond hair straggling from under a mobcap, a girl, maybe fourteen, rushed into the room. “What the hell’s going on in here Willie?” She wiped her hands on her apron, streaked with flour and grease. Warily, her gaze shifted from Willie to Violet. “Who are you?”

 

“I’ve come to see Madame Vestry.” Violet focused on the girl’s narrowed eyes.  “I need to talk to her, please.” Her heart gave a sickening lurch.

 

In one practiced glance, the girl took in her appearance, from what used to be her second-best hat to the rumpled and stained deep-purple dress to her scuffed black boots, and sniffed. “I see you do.”

 

The appraisal stung, but was probably fair. She’d come down fast in the months since her grandmother’s death. Her possessions long gone, her wardrobe—reduced to two dresses and a well-worn cloak—had been sold, leaving her with only the dress she stood up in. These clothes wouldn’t fetch a shilling in a secondhand shop now.

 

The servant girl nodded to Willie. “Close the door before we freeze to death, jingle-brains. Come on.” She led Violet out of the foyer. “I’ll ask if Madame will see you. But she won’t be happy being woke up this early, you can bet your dippers on that.”

 

The last thing she wanted was to antagonize her future employer. Still, she couldn’t risk waiting until later.

Taking a firm grip on herself, she followed the girl down a shadowy hallway until she motioned her into an equally dim reception room. “Wait here.” The girl turned on her heel and left.

 

Violet let out the breath she’d been holding. She hadn’t fainted yet, though her empty stomach had tied itself in knots. The pain meant she was alive and by God she intended to stay that way. She strode farther into the room and perched on the red cushioned sofa. Let the woman arrive swiftly to get this over with.

 

Sitting rigidly, she stared at her hands clenched in her lap, then shook herself. She had better be stronger than this. Determined, she sat straighter. A classical-style painting in a large gilt frame across from her caught her interest. A naked woman lay on a chaise, her legs spread. Oh, good Lord. Her womanly parts were exposed and a swan lay with its beak pressed between her thighs.

 

Her face heated and she had to look somewhere else, anywhere else but at that painting. The fireplace on her right held two candlesticks, shaped like naked women. Wax had dripped onto the figures, drops hanging from the nipples. Was there nowhere in the room without a lewd image? Violet gripped the end of the sofa. The plush red carpet seemed safe to study. The smooth, polished wood under her fingers had been carved in an oval with folds in the middle. She traced the pattern absently, still unable to get the image of the painting out of her mind. The swan’s long neck lying at the apex of the woman’s open legs. Her forefinger stroked the wooden oval, so similar to the—

 

“Dear God!” She snatched her hand away and rubbed it against her gown. “Miss Carlton?” A small, dark-haired woman in an exotic scarlet silk robe seemed to fill the room.

 

Violet jumped to her feet, her heart thudding wildly.

 

“My maid said you wished to see me?” Madame Vestry’s dark eyes took in every detail of Violet’s appearance. She raised an eyebrow.

 

On the tip of her tongue to retort of course, she did not wish to see the owner of a brothel, she instead swallowed back her anger. She could ill afford to provoke Madame Vestry. “Yes, ma’am. My brother told me if things went very badly for me I should…” Words stuck in her throat like a fish bone.

 

“Come to my establishment?”

 

Face flushing, Violet nodded. “Yes.”

 

“Who is your brother, Miss Carlton?” A narrowing of the woman’s eyes echoed the suspicion in her voice.

 

“James Carlton, ma’am.”

 

Vestry’s head rose slightly and she relaxed. “Ah, yes, Jamie. You are his sister? Then I am sorry for your loss, Miss Carlton.”

 

“Thank you, Madame Vestry.” Thankfully, her voice held steady, the months since her brother’s death easing the grief to the point she did not weep instantly at the thought. Her current plight was enough to do that.

 

“And you have now come to that desperate point where you seek employment with me?” The business-like tone, neither condoning nor condemning, stiffened Violet’s resolve.

 

“Yes, ma’am. As of today, I have nowhere else to go, no one to turn to.” A sickening churn of her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger sent tension through her. “Nothing else of value.”

 

Except herself.

 

“You are how old, Miss Carlton?” “Nineteen, ma’am. Almost twenty.”

 

“Let me see you walk, please.” With a crisp snap, Vestry pulled the curtains open and nodded to the path between the sofa and fireplace.

 

Violet straightened her skirts as best she could. Suddenly stiff and self- conscious, she concentrated on putting one foot before the other until she came face to face with another obscene painting. She clenched her hands and averted her eyes.

“Turn please.”

 

Feeling more and more like a horse or a cow at Smithfield market, she did as she was told, hopefully with a bit more grace.

 

In reward, Vestry gave her a slight nod. “You speak and move as befit your station, Miss Carlton. With a little training, I suspect you will be quite popular with our patrons. I should be able to command a high price for your virginity.”

 

Violet’s feet tangled in the plush carpet.

 

The scant approval vanished as Vestry glared at her. “I  assume  you are intact?”

 

Oh, the shame. How could this woman suggest she had already lain with a man? Bitterness flooded her mouth and her chest ached with mortification. Finally, she managed a curt nod.

 

“Lie down on the sofa please.” “What? Why?”

 

“I am not fool enough to take your word, Miss Carlton.” Vestry smiled mirthlessly. “A brief inspection will allow me to assure your buyer he is indeed purchasing a virgin.”

 

Her cheeks heated at the humiliation this woman suggested. The cold inevitability of her situation rolled over her, engulfing her as though she was drowning beneath a relentless sea. Madame Vestry demanded almost nothing compared to the real horror awaiting her at the hands of her buyer. Still, she had chosen to live. She could no longer afford the luxury of respectability.

 

Vestry stood immobile, a flicker in her eyes the only hint of interest.

 

Steeling herself, without word or plea, Violet lay down on the disgusting sofa, raised her knees and turned her head toward the garish red satin cushion. Cool air rushed past her thighs. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks. She hadn’t wanted to cry. The time for weakness had passed.

 

“You may sit up now.”

 

Indignant, Violet sat up and raised her chin. “Are you satisfied as to my honesty now?”

 

“I always was, Miss Carlton.” Madame Vestry stared into Violet’s eyes, her gaze seeming to penetrate to her soul.

 

“Then why—”

 

“I needed to test your mettle.”

 

Rising, Violet scowled. Simply coming to this place should have shown her determination.

 

“Respectable women often believe they can eschew respectability to save their lives, only to find, in the end, starvation far pleasanter than immorality,” Vestry continued matter-of-factly. “You, however, I believe will do, Cassandra. Come with me.” Motioning her to follow, she headed out of the room.

 

“Cassandra?” Violet hurried to keep up.

“All of my girls have false names, false identities.” At the end of the hallway, they headed up a flight of stairs.

 

“The life they lead in the House of Pleasure is just as fraudulent. Cassandra is the mask you will wear to protect a vestige of your self-respect.” When they reached the landing, Madame twitched her silky robe out of the way and turned to her. “Think of it as a role, very like one an actress might take upon the stage. It is not who you are, unless you allow it be.” The vehemence of the last sentence rang in the cramped stairwell.

 

Violet stumbled back a step. “Why Cassandra?” It was a classical reference she couldn’t quite place.

 

A peculiar smile curled Madame Vestry’s red lips. “She was a prophet and a spoil of war. A woman men used but dismissed because they could not understand her prophecies, although they came true with a vengeance.” A fire glowed in her cunning eyes as she scrutinized Violet’s body.

 

More than her earlier examination, Vestry’s calculating perusal made Violet uncomfortable.

 

“What prophecy will you reveal to your customers, I wonder, Miss Carlton? A promise of pleasure or one of pain?” The light extinguished as quickly as it had come. “This way.” She started down a corridor to the right. “You will have a room of your own on the second floor. Depending on circumstances, you will entertain your clients either there or in one of the ground-floor rooms.”

 

Violet followed, each step hardening her heart.

 

“I will see to your training during the next week.” Passion drained from her voice. The businesswoman had returned.

 

A shiver shot down Violet’s spine.

 

“I will also inform certain special clients I have an item of interest for them.”

 

No going back now. She had become a whore. Tears threatened, but she beat them back.

 

“You can only sell your virtue once and I will make sure you receive the highest price, my dear. Half of those proceeds are yours.”

 

Violet wavered between fainting and nausea, then steadied. Perhaps thinking of the encounter as a business deal might make the situation tolerable. Madame Vestry showed her into a small, clean room boasting no lewd artwork, only a wide oak bed, a chest on chest, an armchair and table.

 

“This room is yours as long as you work for me, though should you receive a better offer, I’d advise you take it.”

 

“A better offer?” Who on earth would want her after this?

 

“Many of my girls have gone on to become exclusive mistresses to the noblemen who take a fancy to them. Such arrangements are often quite lucrative. With judicious saving one might have enough to start their life over after four or five years.” A mischievous smile flitted across Madame Vestry’s face. “One of the girls who passed through here briefly—very briefly, mind you—ended up marrying a marquess. That smacks more of fairytale than reality. Still the tale is true.”

 

The animation drained from her face as the brusque woman of business returned. “I will leave you to settle in, although I’ll expect you ready for your first lesson this afternoon. We serve late luncheon at four and supper after midnight. The house opens for clients at dusk.” She looked Violet up and down once more, lingering on her face. “You might want to stay in your room tonight. Just ignore anything you may hear. You’ll get used to the noise rather quickly.” Abruptly, she shut the door.

 

Violet dropped into the chair as her legs finally gave out, praying to God she could get through this nightmare, if only one moment at a time.

 

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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise—so expect her to incorporate these elements into her work! She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets where she is currently working on the next House of Pleasure book, Only A Mistress Will Do, as well as a Regency series. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage when she writes. Jenna equates her writing to an addiction to chocolate—once she starts she just can’t stop!
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The Sun God’s Heir by Elliot Baker – Book Blitz

19/04/17

The Sun God’s Heir: Return
The Sun God’s Heir
Book One
Elliott Baker        
Genre: Historical Fantasy/Action and Adventure
Publisher: Hypatia Press,
Piscataqua Press
Date of Publication: January 18, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9978322-0-4
ASIN: B01MS3RCE0
Number of pages: 347
Word Count: 108,000
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten

Tagline: To defeat a brutal pharaoh re-embodied in 17th century France, René Gilbert must fight his way through pirates and slavers to Morocco and reclaim the power of his own ancient past. To succeed, he must remember.



Book Description:

For three thousand years a hatred burns -In seventeenth century France two souls incarnate, one born the child of a prosperous merchant, the other, determined to continue a brutal incarnation begun long ago.
In ancient Egypt two brothers are disciples of the pharaoh, Akhenaten. When Pharaoh dies, the physician takes the knowledge given and goes to Greece to begin a new mystery school. The general makes a deal with the priests and becomes pharaoh. One remembers, one does not.
The year is 1671. René Gilbert’s destiny glints from the blade of a slashing rapier. The only way he can protect those he loves is to regain the power and knowledge of an ancient lifetime. From Bordeaux to Spain to Morocco, René is tested and with each turn of fate he gathers enemies and allies, slowly reclaiming the knowledge and power earned centuries ago. For three thousand years a secret sect has waited in Morocco. 
After ages in darkness, Horemheb screams, “I am.” Using every dark art, he manages to maintain the life of the body he has bartered for. Only one life force in the world is powerful enough to allow him to remain within embodiment, perhaps forever. Determined to continue a reign of terror that once made the Nile run red, he grows stronger with each life taken.
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Excerpt:

The boatswain, a
large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of
René. “Chain him to the mast.”
Their gazes met.
“Don’t look at
me, boy,” he said, backhanding René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I
talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules.
I’m surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked
and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a
question, boy. Don’t try my patience, cause I ain’t got none.”
“My mother died
when I was born,” René said, watching the man’s feet to see how he moved. He
was cataloging everything he could see out of the corners of his eyes.
“Well, not to
worry, you’ll be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away and then
turned back and hit René again. “I had to do that,” he said, and walked away
laughing.
Though they had
chained him in a way that didn’t allow him to sit, René had enough slack to
turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an
older carrack in design, still with the large forecastle. She had seen better
days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a
cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was
surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order.
Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew,
competent in their tasks. It wouldn’t be easy getting free, and even if he
could, where would he escape to in the middle of  the ocean? Don’t rush fate. One thing at a
time. Do what you can do, he heard the Maestro say. It was clear he would have
to pick a fight, and hope he could survive long enough to begin creating
allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed.
“What are you
findin’ so funny, boy?” The boatswain stuck his face within inches of René’s.
René had noticed
the boatswain had one leg shorter than the other, and was certain the big man
would be touchy on that point. “You walk funny, that’s all,” said René, raising
his voice. It was of no use to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.
All work within
the sound of René’s voice crashed to a complete stop. Silence reigned. René had
guessed right. Now he could only hope he would survive his insight.
The boatswain
stood in absolute disbelief, his face turning redder by the moment. “What did
you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Even the captain
had turned to watch. René counted on the fact Gaspard’s agent had given the
captain a great deal of money, along with explicit instructions that didn’t
include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he didn’t know was how close to
dead the agent considered acceptable.
“I said you walk
funny,” René said—louder this time, so there would be no mistaking it.
“Do you know
what a cat is, boy?” the boatswain said, clearly beyond rational thought. René
could see the veins standing out in his neck and temples, his eyes shot red
with blood.
“A small
animal?” René asked.
There was a
laugh from the men standing around the mast. The boatswain took one look
around, and the laugh died.
“You, James,
bring me the cat. I don’t think this boy has ever seen a real one. Your
education has been sadly incomplete, boy. You’ll be thankin’ me for this. I
promise you.” The boatswain’s voice was a rough whisper.
James walked
over and handed the Cat-O-Nine-Tails to the boatswain. As he caught René’s eye,
he sadly shook his head. The cat had nine long thongs of blood-encrusted
leather dangling from a handle, knots tied along the length of each thong.
“This here’s a
cat, boy. As you can see, it ain’t no small animal. Now, there’s a skill and a
talent to usin’ a cat, both of which I’m proud to say I have. You see, you need
to take care the thongs don’t get all stuck together with blood and skin, which
they’re wont to do. If that happens, the cat’ll take yer organs right out, and
that’s always a bad thing. So you need to run your fingers between the thongs
every couple of strokes, to keep ‘em separate. I gotta tell you—as much pride
as I take in usin’ the cat, sometimes I’m forgetful. I try to keep count, but
before I know it, I plumb forget to clean the damn thing. I surely hope that
don’t happen today.”
“I also have a
skill and a talent, and I will kill you with it,” René said quietly.

 

For one second, the boatswain paused, confusion written across his face. “Turn him around, and
chain him up. You there, strip off his shirt.”
About the Author:
Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. The Sun God’s Heir: Return, book one of the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, Rebirth will come out in April, followed in July by the third and final book of the series, Redemption. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.
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Desperate Bride by A.S. Fenichel – Cover Reveal

17/04/17

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DESPERATE BRIDE
by A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 9/26/2017
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An unexpected promise . . . an
everlasting passion.
An accomplished musician, Dorothea
Flammel has refused more proposals than any London debutante; her
only true love is her music. Dory’s shimmering talent and beauty
have long been adored from afar by Thomas Wheel, an untitled
gentleman who can only dream of asking for the hand of a nobleman’s
daughter. But when her father, the insolvent Lord Flammel, arranges
for Dory to marry a lecherous Earl in order to pay off a debt, she
runs to Thomas—and proposes marriage to him.
Eloping to Scotland saves Dory from a
disastrous fate, but what is for her a mere marriage of convenience
proves more passionate—and more complex—than either imagined as
rumors, scandal, and buried emotions come to light. And when a
vengeful challenge from a drunken and embittered Lord Flammel puts
Thomas’s life on the line, will the fragile trust between husband
and wife be enough to save them both?
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A.S. Fenichel adores writing
stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little
mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect
escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all
night to finish a good story. Originally from New York, she grew up
in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life
hero, her wonderful husband. When she is not reading or writing she
enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in her garden.
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To Seduce A Stranger by Susanna Craig – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/04/17

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TO SEDUCE A STRANGER
by Susanna Craig
Pub date: 4/11/2017
Genre: Historical Romance
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Desire waylays the plans of a man with a mysterious past and a woman with an
uncertain future, in Susanna Craig’s unforgettable series set in
Georgian England.
After her much older husband dies—leaving her his fortune—Charlotte
Blakemore finds herself at the mercy of her stepson, who vows to
contest the will and destroy her life. With nowhere to turn and no
one to help her, she embarks on an elaborate ruse—only to find
herself stranded on the way to London. . .
More than twenty years in the West Indies have hardened Edward Cary, but
not enough to abandon a helpless woman at a roadside inn—especially
one as disarmingly beautiful as Charlotte. He takes her with him to
the Gloucestershire estate he is determined to restore, though he is
suspicious of every word that falls from her distractingly lush lips.
As far as Charlotte knows, Edward is nothing more than a steward, and
there’s no reason to reveal his noble birth until he can right his
father’s wrongs. Acting as husband and wife will keep people in the
village from asking questions that neither Charlotte nor Edward are
willing to answer. But the game they’re each determined to play has
rules that beg to broken, when the passion between them threatens to
uncover the truth—for better or worse. . .
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A love affair with historical romances led Susanna Craig to a degree
(okay, three degrees) in literature and a career as an English
professor. When she’s not teaching or writing academic essays about
Jane Austen and her contemporaries, she enjoys putting her
fascination with words and knowledge of the period to better use:
writing Regency-era romances she hopes readers will find both smart
and sexy. She makes her home among the rolling hills of Kentucky
horse country, along with her historian husband, their unstoppable
little girl, and a genuinely grumpy cat
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Blackburn Castle by R.C. Matthews – Book Tour + #Giveaway

13/04/17

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Blackburn Castle
Tortured Souls Series Book 2
by R.C. Matthews
Genre: Historical Romance, Paranormal
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Victor Blackburn is living on borrowed time. An ancient curse violently
claims the life of each Blackburn male on his twenty-seventh
birthday. As his approaches, his only hope of survival is a witch who
vanished long ago without a trace.
Mercy Seymour eagerly counts down the days until the curse will claim
Victor’s life. She watched him murder her mother, and only his
death will free her of the hatred and anger she harbors.
When fate throws them together in Devil’s Cove, desire simmers between
the handsome pirate and the spirited barkeeper’s niece until they
learn the truth about each other. Desperate for her cooperation,
Victor spirits her away to Blackburn Castle in the Scottish
Highlands, where forces of magic and mists from beyond the grave
weaken her resolve, opening her eyes to the truth of the past.
As Victor and Mercy unearth the fabled stones needed to break the curse,
they discover that the only weapon powerful enough to destroy hate is
love. But will they have to sacrifice their relationship to save what
means the most to them?
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Devil’s Cove
Tortured Souls Book 1
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Shrouded in unspeakable horror and spoken of only in whispers, the abandoned
Devil’s Cove Manor lures Captain Devlin Limmerick and his
unquenchable thirst for revenge to its doors. Feared as the Devil on
the high seas, the pirate’s desire to avenge his past is matched only
by his hunger for the powerful young medium he has coerced to aid him
in his nefarious quest.
Blinded from youth and touched with an ability to communicate beyond the
grave, Grace is both feared and revered by the uneasy town folk. Yet
she is powerless against the unrest brewing within the manor walls
and finds herself drawn to the Devil’s darkness. Still, she refuses
to sacrifice her soul to set Devlin’s unspeakable plans in motion.
But an evil lurks within these walls, and their very souls are in
jeopardy. Grace’s presence at the manor spurs inexplicable
happenings, forcing Devlin to believe nothing is as dead as it seems
– not even his heart. Plunged into the throes of passion and danger,
they discover the only way out is to search deep within and summon
the courage to believe in true love.
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R.C. Matthews’ debut book entitled Little White Lies, was conceived in
1997 while living in Cologne, Germany. However, marriage, children
and a day job that paid the bills put writing the book on the back
burner until 2012 when she discovered the folder with her research in
the basement while reorganizing! Determined to finally realize her
life-long dream of writing a book, R.C. Matthews spent 15 months
writing on weekends to complete the manuscript.
R.C. Matthews was raised in the Metro-Detroit area by deaf parents along
with four siblings. She graduated from a liberal arts college with a
B.A. in Accounting and German and continues to work as a certified
public accountant. She enjoys traveling with her loving husband and
children, reading, down-hill skiing, and playing board games.
Talisman and LIFE are high on the list of favorites at her home.
R.C. Matthews is the author of contemporary and historical romances
featuring bold, sassy heroines and magnetic alpha heroes. Warning!
The chemistry between her characters is off the charts hot, so read
at your own risk. She resides in the Midwest and is surrounded by
men: her husband and three sons. During her free time you’ll find her
watching The Walking Dead, reading a fabulous book or hanging out
with her family.
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Within a Captain’s Power by Lisa Olech – Book Tour + #Giveaway

11/04/17

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WITHIN A CAPTAIN’S POWER 
by Lisa Olech
PUB DATE: 4/4/2017
Genre: Historical Romance
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Never underestimate the power of a pirate . . .
Captain James Steele is duty bound to capture the privateer Scarlet Night and bring her rebellious crew to England to hang. Then he will leave his majesty’s service, make an upstanding marriage, and join the landed gentry. But the winds of fate are blowing the straitlaced commander utterly off course.
Once aboard, James comes face to face with a pirate boy who is in reality fierce, desperate—and gorgeous—Samantha Christian, on the run from a sadistic Virginia plantation owner. With her identity unbound, the good captain dutifully takes her under his personal command, whereupon decorum goes out the porthole. But while his heart is lost to Samantha by the time they reach England, her noose still awaits. Now James’s sense of duty will be severely tested. As for Samantha, she has a plan, and a duty, of her own . . .
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Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.
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The Fires of Love & Hate by Sky Alexander Book Tour + #Giveaway

17/03/17

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Forced to Love
The Fires of Love & Hate Book 1
by Sky Alexander
Genre: Historical Romance
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FORCED TO LOVE is the newest book in Sky Alexander’s series The Fires of
Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection).
Inspiration can come from anywhere, but nothing is more uplifting and
irresistible to me as a new Sky Alexander novel. This is one of my
new favorites, (with FORCED TO LOVE) Sky Alexander shows his unique
writing style that reminds us of how great historical romance and
western romance can be written that reminds you of classics but with
new addictive twists that are uplifting and intriguing in The Fires
of Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection). Hattie really
shows that through thick and then love for your family is one of the
most important things.” ~Heather Goodreads
FORCED TO LOVE is spell-bounding and one of my new favorite historical
romance stories that is sure to be around for a long time. You must
read this!” ~ Juanita Goodreads
Hattie Morran is a poor dirt farmers daughter in Missouri. Suddenly Hattie
finds that her life is changed in the blink of an eye and she is
forced to love Abner Garland. Now her Western Romance which is purely
a façade for show and to save her family will soon come to an end.
From the moment that you are brought into the book you will be immediately
part of the western romance in the middle of the south. The Fires of
Love & Hate Series will keep you right in the middle of a tale
that is based on some true and historical events. This Historical
Romance series is sure to be you’re new favorite.
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Falling Into Love
The Fires of Love & Hate Book 2
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FALLING INTO LOVE is the newest book in Sky Alexander’s series The Fires of
Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection).
Inspiration can come from anywhere, but nothing is more uplifting and
irresistible to me as a new Sky Alexander novel. This is one of my
new favorites, (with FALLING INTO LOVE) Sky Alexander shows his
unique writing style that reminds us of how great historical romance
and western romance can be written that reminds you of classics but
with new addictive twists that are uplifting and intriguing in The
Fires of Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection). Hattie
really shows that through thick and then love for your family is one
of the most important things.” ~Heather Goodreads
FALLING INTO LOVE is spell-bounding and one of my new favorite historical
romance stories that is sure to be around for a long time. You must
read this!” ~ Juanita Goodreads
Hattie and Lou decide to take the world by storm in this historical romance.
Hattie is finally reunited with her first love Ira Saxon. Now her
Western Romance which has been something she has been dreaming of
looks like it is finally coming true. Still there are many challenges
from her Ex-Husband who is determined to get his hands on his
inheritance and bound and determined to see Hattie’s life ruined.
And now with Nicholas Star in the mix Hattie has much more to deal
with.
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Hate To Love
The Fires of Love & Hate Book 3
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HATE TO LOVE is the third book in Sky Alexander’s series The Fires of
Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection).
Uplifting jaw dropping Western Romance! This book really shows you what kind of
Historical Romance author Sky Alexander is. ~ Tiffany Goodreads
HATE TO LOVE” Reminds me of that song “You Lied Straight Faced; While
I Cried” This Historical Romance is perfectly set in a Western
Romance theme. I literally could not believe that Ira was doing what
he was! I can’t wait for the next book. ~ Stephanie Goodreads
Hattie’s whirlwind Western Romance is quickly changing even before the
honeymoon to the man she has loved for so long comes to an end. It
seems forever is not much more than a fantasy in this Historical
Romance. Hattie takes an adult view deciding to try and fix the
situation that seems impossible.
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Death of Love
The Fires of Love & Hate Book 4
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Death of Love is the fourth book in Sky Alexander’s series The Fires of
Love & Hate (Historical Romance Collection).
Ira’s infraction with the law has caused a change in their relationship.
Hattie must now see things through to the end. Her long desires for
Matthew tear heavily on her heart in this western romance. Still, she
has no idea how to pull herself out of this devotion she has had for
a man that she has loved as long as she can remember. Will this
historical romance leave her wanting? Will she ever find peace?
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Sky Alexander is one of the most knowledgeable and experienced IT
professionals in the industry today. He holds degrees in Software
Engineering, Network Engineering and Database
Engineering.He has worked for companies such as Hewlett Packard, Citicorp Bank and Wells Fargo,
as well as many different top United States Government Agencies in
the intelligence arena.
Sky has built software that is in use in multiple businesses utilizing
both structural design patterns and behavioral design patterns. He is
an expert in .Net, Java and OSI platforms. He has used many different
technologies to create very sophisticated applications for both
mobile devices as well as stand-alone software applications.
Sky has over 15 years experience in the industry, managing teams in the
United States as well as managing teams remotely in Bangalore, India
and Shanghai, China. He has designed and implemented website
infrastructures for many multi-national companies.
Sky is also the author of 16 novels. He is currently working on three
different series: The Fires of Love and Hate, Aspen Falls, and World
of Darkness. Sky has also written several stage plays and two
full-length feature films: Out of Darkness and A Forbidden Love.
Sky also does ghostwriting and is currently mentoring several other
authors on how to
write
books. Sky is founder and CEO of two different companies: Rising
Phoenix Publishing
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designed to help people of all ages who want to write and publish a
book. We take submissions from aspiring authors and determine if
their work is ready for publication. Rising Phoenix will work with
authors who may need additional coaching to reach publication level.
We currently have books from 21 authors being prepared for production.
We will engage the best in the business to produce, market, and sell
the books, both online and to bookstores across the United States and
eventually the world.
Rising Phoenix Studios is designed with the intent of breaking all the rules
of Hollywood by bringing fresh new stories to the platform with
up-and-coming talented actors. Our goal will always be to bring
original untold stories to production that are entertaining,
compelling and positive films for the enjoyment of the entire family.
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