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May 26, 2015

Mist Revealed
By Nancy Corrigan
Elemental Desire, Book 1
A woman seeking answers…
Cat, a renowned scientist, embarks on a quest to uncover the source of the unknown 
deadly virus that claimed her sister’s life. What she finds is a man shrouded in mystery 
who manages the impossible—swaying her devotion from logic to passion. But Rune 
isn’t simply a lover. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save her or destroy 
A man searching for treasure…
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. 
Ragnarok is coming. His enemies have been released from their prison. And he’s 
discovered the one woman who can thaw his frozen heart. But the race to stop the final 
battle isn’t the time to fall in love. Or is it?
A discovery that will change everything…
Life evolves, and what was lost can be recovered. But the truth revealed isn’t the one 
Cat or Rune expects. The impossible has become reality. And two lovers must make a 
choice—adapt or die.
Author’s note: Mist Revealed was previously released as Mist Unveiled and has been 

Excerpt (R)
A cold gust of wind swept into the room. She glanced over her shoulder. The sight 
that met her stopped her heart. Rune stood just inside the doorway, mist swirling around 
his feet. She looked from the odd fog to his face. The light from the nearby lamp left half 
of it in shadows. It didn’t dim his expression, however.
Hungry. Intense. Primal.
He focused his blue-gray eyes on her. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted 
“Catherine? You there? Your image cut out. All I hear is wind wailing.”
Wind? What wind?
Rune glanced from her to the computer. The lights flickered. A pop sounded. She 
gasped and swung her head to peer at her computer. Only a black screen showed. The 
lights wavered again, then went out.
The sound of a door slamming tore a squeak from her throat. Her heart raced. She 
hated the dark.
No answer.
The window cast a small sliver of light across the room, not enough to see much but 
it calmed her frantic pulse.
“The power went out.” She stated the obvious, but she had to say something. The 
silence threatened to stir her anxiety.
He didn’t respond.
A shiver raced down her spine. The cold air Rune had let in chilled her. She rubbed 
at her arms to warm them. It didn’t help. Her teeth chattered. “Do you have a generator? 
It’s going to get pretty uncomfortable in here soon.”
Hands caught her hips from behind. A hard body pressed along her back. And the 
scent of a crisp autumn day filled her lungs. She relaxed into him. Rune hooked his 
arms around her waist. She tugged them tighter. The warmth he gave off felt heavenly 
compared to the icy air fogging her breath.
“Who was the male you were talking to?”
“Sam. He’s—”
“Is he your lover?”
Not seeing any reason to lie, she answered. “Sometimes. We’re not serious.”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck. For a long moment, he only breathed 
slowly. Each exhale heated her body.
“You won’t touch him again.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I won’t share you.”
The stark possessiveness in his voice and words should’ve made her see red. It 
didn’t. Confusion over why he’d care surfaced instead.
“Share me? What are you talking about?”
“Your body, Cat.” He kissed her, right below her ear. Another shiver raced down her 
spine. Desire fueled it. She was no longer cold. “And your heart, your life, your future. 
They’re mine.”
Oh. Dear. God.
Arousal flowed with his low gravely declaration. Every inch of her body tingled, eager 
for his touch.
Hello? Modern woman here. The alpha male attitude should not push me into a state 
of instant desire. It did, though. She didn’t want to consider what that said about her.
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
He clamped his mouth over her neck and nibbled. His teeth scraped her, and a 
groaned sigh escaped him. He eased back so only his lips brushed her skin.
“Oh yes. You get the final say. I will never take anything from you that you don’t 
willingly give.” He covered her lower belly with his spread fingers, then inched them 
higher. At her waistband, he popped the button, tugged the zipper and shoved her jeans 
down. “And you offered to feed me.”
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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining 
armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. 
She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring 
them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because 
her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on 
ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she 
has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a 
novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her 
own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They 
reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other 
interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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May 22, 2015

Tempting His Mistress - Banner BOOK INFORMATION TITLE – Tempting His Mistress AUTHOR – Samantha Holt GENRE – Victorian Romance PUBLICATION DATE – November 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 80,000 COVER ARTIST – Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains [image error] BOOK SYNOPSIS What could possibly induce at woman to follow in the footsteps of her mother and further sully her reputation by becoming a mistress? Lilly Claremont is well used to being at the centre of gossip. Being the illegitimate child of a rich businessman never failed to titillate the gossips and while she cared little about the wagging tongues she never intended to reinforce their opinions of her by ruining herself completely. But it seems Lord Hawksley is determined to make the fascinating Lilly his mistress… Evan has no doubt her bold tongue and beautiful body could keep him entertained for some time. Captivated by her, he must find a way to burn through his desire for her. He cannot marry a woman of such social standing so why not make her his mistress? After the murder of her father, Lilly is searching for answers and they lead her directly to Lord Hawksley. But will they also lead her to his bed...? BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE USAMAZON KINDLE CAAMAZON KINDLE UKAUDIBLE EXCERPT
“Interesting reading?”
Lilly jerked her head up. “Evan!” She shoved the letter on the desk behind her and straightened. “What are you doing here?”
“This is my home.” A brow rose.
Having discarded his jacket somewhere, his necktie hung loosely around his collar and the first few buttons on his shirt were undone. That familiar pang of need rolled through her at the sight of a little taut flesh. With his mussed hair and lazy smile, he reminded her of how he looked after their lovemaking.
“I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow.” She clasped her hands together and eyed him warily.
“I caught the late train and walked from the station.” He stepped fully into the room and shut the door.
“Walked? But it’s two miles at least.”
“It is.” Evan closed the gap between them until they were only a pace apart. “But I found myself eager to come back.”
“Why?” His close proximity forced her to crane her neck. Lilly swallowed as he searched her gaze and yet again she found him unreadable.
His expression shuttered and she noted a brief stiffening of his body but he remained close. “What are you doing in here? I keep it locked for a reason.”
AUTHOR BIO Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot highlanders and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers, soldiers and other heroic modern men. AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGEWEBSITE / BLOGFACEBOOKTWITTER Narrator link GIVEAWAY PRIZES $10 Amazon GC a Rafflecopter giveaway Blast Organized & Hosted By 33c16-mini2bbutton
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May 20, 2015

liberty BOOK INFORMATION TITLE – Liberty, second edition AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee GENRE – Historical Romance (ancient Rome) PUBLICATION DATE – Dec. 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 462 pages/118K words PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press COVER ARTIST – Natasha Brown BOOK INFO - BOOK SYNOPSIS They hailed her “Liberty,” but she was free only to obey—or die. Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible. Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen. When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her. BUY & TBR LINKS Kindle USKindle UKKindle CAKindle AUAmazon PaperbackNookInktera (Page Foundry)iTunesKoboScribdSmashwords Goodreads Liberty - Book Cover EXCERPT
FINGERS CRAMPING AND shoulders aching from having wielded the pitchfork all day, Rhyddes ferch Rudd tossed another load of hay onto the wagon. Sweat trickled down her back, making the lash marks sting. Marks inflicted by her father, Rudd, the day before because eighteen summers of anguish had goaded her into speaking her mind.
Physical pain couldn’t compare with the ache wringing her heart.
She slid a glance toward the author of her mood. He stood a few paces away, leaning upon his pitchfork’s handle in the loaded wagon’s shade to escape the July heat as he conversed with her oldest brother, Eoghan. She couldn’t discern their words, but their camaraderie spoke volumes her envy didn’t want to hear.
Her father’s gaze met hers, and he lowered his eyebrows. “Back to work, Rhyddes!” On Rudd’s lips, her name sounded like an insult.
In a sense, it was.
Her name in the Celtic tongue meant “freedom,” but the horse hitched to the hay wagon enjoyed more freedom than she did. Her tribe, the Votadini, had been conquered by the thieving Romans, who demanded provisions for their troops, fodder for their mounts, women for their beds, and coin to fill the purses of every Roman who wasn’t a soldier.
If those conditions weren’t bad enough, for all the kindness her father had demonstrated during her first two decades, Rhyddes may as well have been born a slave.
She scooped up more hay. Resentment-fired anger sent wisps flying everywhere, much of it sailing over the wagon rather than landing upon it.
“Hey, mind what you’re doing!”
Owen, her closest brother in age and in spirit, emerged from the wagon’s far side, hay prickling his hair and tunic like a porcupine. Rhyddes couldn’t suppress her laugh. “’Tis an improvement. Just wait till the village lasses see you.”
“Village lasses, hah!” Sporting a wicked grin, Owen snatched up a golden fistful, flung it at her, and dived for her legs.
They landed in the fragrant hay and began vying for the upper hand, cackling like a pair of witless hens. When Owen thought he’d prevailed, Rhyddes twisted and rolled from underneath him. Her fresh welts stung, but she refused to let that deter her. He lost his balance and fell backward. She pounced, planting a knee on his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground over his head.
Victory’s sweetness lasted but a moment. Fingers dug into her shoulders, and she felt herself hauled to her feet and spun around. Owen’s face contorted to chagrin as he scrambled up.
“Didn’t get enough of the lash yestermorn, eh, girl?” Rudd, his broad hands clamped around her upper arms, gave her a teeth-rattling shake.
When she didn’t respond, he released her and rounded on Owen. “As for you—”
“Da, please, no!” Rhyddes stopped herself. Well she knew the futility of pleading with Rudd. Still, for Owen’s sake, she had to try. Her father’s scowl dared her to continue. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “’Twas not Owen’s fault. I—” Sweat freshened the sting on her back, and she winced. “The fault is naught but mine.”
“Aye, that I can well believe.” Rudd grasped each sibling by an arm and strode across the hayfield toward the family’s lodge. “Owen can watch you take his lashes as well as yours. We’ll see if that won’t mend his ways.” The thin linen of her ankle-length tunic failed to shield her from his fingers, which had to be leaving bruises. Rhyddes gritted her teeth. Rudd seemed disappointed. “I doubt anything in this world or the next will make you mend yours.”
“You don’t want me to change. You’d lose your excuse to beat me.” Sheer impertinence, she knew, but she no longer cared.
“I need no excuses, girl.”
The back of his hand collided with her cheek. Pain splintered into a thousand needles across her face. She reeled and dropped to her hands and knees, her hair obscuring her vision in a copper cascade. Hay pricked her palms. Owen would have helped her rise, but their father restrained him. Owen blistered the ground with his glare, not daring to direct it at Rudd for fear of earning the same punishment.
Not that Rhyddes could blame him.
Rudd yanked her up, cocked a fist… and froze. “Raiders!”
Rhyddes whirled about. Picts were charging from the north to converge upon their settlement, the battle cries growing louder under the merciless afternoon sun. One of the storage buildings had already been set ablaze, its roof thatch marring the sky with thick black smoke.
Rudd shed his shock and sprinted for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen. Every child except Rhyddes.
She ran to the wagon, unhitched the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal’s back, and kicked him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride. Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.
As they loped past the cow byre, a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse’s back. The ground jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures as Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to wield it in a fight, until now she’d used it only to ease dying animals from this world.
But the accursed blade wouldn’t come free of the hilt.
Sword aloft, the Pict closed on her.
Time distorted, assaulting Rhyddes with her attacker’s every detail: lime-spiked hair, weird blue symbols smothering the face and arms, long sharp sword, ebony leather boots and leggings, breastplate tooled to fit female curves . . .
The warrior-woman’s sword began its descent.
From the corner of her eye Rhyddes saw her pitchfork. Grunting, she rolled toward it, praying to avoid her attacker’s blow.
Her left arm stung where the sword grazed it, but she snagged her pitchfork and scrambled to her feet. Unexpected eagerness flooded her veins.
As the Pict freed her weapon from where it had embedded in the ground, Rhyddes aimed the pitchfork and lunged. The tines hooked the warrior-woman’s sword, and Rhyddes twisted with all her strength. The Pict yelped as the sword ripped from her hand to go flying over the sty’s fence. Squealing in alarm, the sow lumbered for cover, trying to wedge her bulk under the trough.
With a savage scream, the warrior-woman whipped out a dagger and charged. Rhyddes reversed the pitchfork and jammed its butt into the Pict’s gut, under the breastplate’s bottom edge, robbing her of breath. She reversed it again and caught the raider under the chin with the pitchfork’s tines. As the woman staggered backward, flailing her arms and flashing the red punctures that marred her white neck, Rhyddes struck hard and knocked her down.
The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stone, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, yanking it free. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she wrestled the woman’s head to one side to expose her neck.
The Pict bucked and twisted, trying to break Rhyddes’s grip. ’Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.
Rhyddes’s deft slice ended the threat.
Blood spurted from the woman’s neck in sickening pulses.
Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she’d done. ’Twas no suffering animal she’d killed—and it could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.
Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.
After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she turned a slow circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.
The news grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge.
Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her scratch, and she couldn’t suppress a surge of guilt.
Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, ’twould have been better had she died in the Pict’s stead.
The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.
Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of an altogether different sort.
  CHARACTER BIOS I am Rhyddes ferch Rudd, which in your tongue means Freedom daughter of Red. The blood of ancient Celtic warriors flows in my veins, though I am a farmer's daughter by the circumstance of my birth. My life spans much of the reign of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, one of a very few men ever to claim that title who did not abuse his power for personal gain—but I care not who rules and who dies in this gods-cursed empire. More than anything—even more than my freedom—I yearn to be my lover Aquila’s equal. As a foreign slave in an empire where citizenship stands paramount, where an arena fighter such as I can only be considered the equal of other gladiators, actors, undertakers, and whores, this goal seems impossibly remote. Although Aquila is the son of a powerful Roman, he has declared that he would renounce his aristocratic status, wealth, and power for me, but I cannot in good conscience allow him to destroy himself on my account. And yet the gods have granted the impossible to other mortals. I pray that I am worthy to receive such a boon from them, for surely divine assistance is the only way for Aquila and I to bridge the vast social chasm that separates us from enjoying a future together. [image error]  AUTHOR BIO Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet. Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim's novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband's ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia. For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press.  FOLLOW KIM BLOGNEWSLETTERTWITTERGOOGLE+FACEBOOKPINTERESTAMAZON AUTHOR PAGEGOODREADSLINKEDINYOUTUBE CHANNEL GIVEAWAY PRIZES – 5 e-copies of Liberty – 10 note cards – 1 autographed print copy of Liberty a Rafflecopter giveaway Tour Organized & Hosted By 33c16-mini2bbutton
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May 11, 2015

Later this year, I'll do a bigger auction with more authors. For now, I don't have the energy due to my heart. Instead I'm going to do a small one and hope it does well. In support of St. Jude's Children's Hospital, I'm auctioning off this Dark-Hunter's tote, an autographed copy of Sherrilyn Kenyon's book Invincible, a book cover coffee mug, and an autographed copy of Intact. This is a silent auction that will end June 15th. To bid, please email your bid to The highest bidder will be notified June 16th and will receive their shipment after they've sent their money via PayPal. The winner will be announced only after they've given their permission. If you wish to remain anonymous, I'm cool with that. If you're interested in simply donating to St. Jude's, here's the link: Thank you and good luck! 

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May 10, 2015

Cover Reveal Banner BOOK INFORMATION TITLE – Returned SERIES – Romani Realms AUTHOR – Mia Fox GENRE – Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – June 13 PUBLISHER – Evatopia Press COVER ARTIST – Eden Crane Returned - Book Cover BOOK SYNOPSIS Returning to the Romani Realms was the last thing they wanted... Samantha defied death and returned home from the Romani Realms, but a piece of her heart remained. She never expected to find love in the forsaken purgatory, but meeting Daniel, a permanent resident of the Realms, was a salvation she cherished. Charlotte wants nothing more than to make a life with Phineas, the demon gypsy who holds her heart dear. They have finally put past atrocities behind them, along with Phineas’ allegiance to his former lover, Raven. But their future depends on finding their way back to Shadow, the infant that will one day be born from their union, but for now resides as a young child in the Romani Realms. As a genie, Suki has watched over Samantha and Charlotte, while James, her Shade and supernatural protector, has patiently supported her. But his duty to her and their entire relationship threatens to end when one Releasor is discovered to harbor corrupt wishes. Each one has reasons to stay, but is equally justified in wanting to go back. Their choice may be an irrevocable one, but ultimately they decide to be...Returned. TBR LINK GOODREADS EXCERPT
“Daniel, don’t take any stupid risks...not for me.”
“What do you mean? ‘Not for you’ I don’t offer these superior surroundings to just anybody.”
“Seriously, Daniel. I heard what you did. Be careful.” Raven looked him in the eye, and then, surprising both of them, tears started to slide down her cheeks. “Oh, not again. Damn I hate how this place wreaks havoc on one’s emotions. doesn’t mean anything.”
Daniel reached a hand and ever so slowly wiped the tears off her cheek. But then, he was unable to just remove his hand. He couldn’t bring himself to break the contact with Raven. “It’s not true, you know.”
“What’s not true?” Raven punctuated the question with a hearty sniff and slurp of her tears.
Daniel chuckled at the lack of her normally reserved demeanor. Normally so in control of her emotions, Raven sobbed once more. “You’re crying because you care for me.”
Trust - Author Photo AUTHOR BIO Mia Fox is a Los Angeles-based novelist who writes across varied genres including Contemporary and Paranormal Romance, Chick Lit, and Satire. She received her Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from U.S.C. Before writing full time, she worked as an entertainment publicist, a career she chronicles in her novel, “Alert the Media.” However, she is happy to leave that world behind her, preferring that any drama in her life is only that which she creates for her characters. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three children, Casey, the Wonder Westie, and Bean, his brother. AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGEWEBSITE/BLOGFACEBOOKTWITTERGOOGLE+PINTERESTTUMBLRGOODREADS GIVEAWAY PRIZE A signed copy of “Released,” the first book in this series. a Rafflecopter giveaway Cover Reveal Organized & Hosted by: 33c16-mini2bbutton
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May 3, 2015

What began as a half-baked scheme to help his brother win the man of his dreams has become a tailspin Joss can’t escape. His actions and secrets have kept him from making any real claim on the woman who captured his attention years ago. But secrets have a way of coming to light. Maddox has known from almost the beginning Joss has been playing games with his life. What he doesn’t realize is how deep the man’s deception runs. When Cade and Dylan’s wedding reception brings everyone together in one place, the entire story is revealed with a little help from Benton. And Hell hath no fury like a man with nothing left to lose. The implosion Joss has braced for has finally come to pass, changing everything forever. With Jamie and Hawke in another country, enjoying their happily ever after, Maddox is about to teach Joss a valuable lesson in toying with other people’s lives. What happens when bad decisions, manipulations, good intentions, and misunderstandings combine? It’s an Ugly Eternity.

Maddox rubbed the center of his chest. Benton followed the line of his gaze to Hawke and Jamie. The pair was a tad enthralling. Benton bit back a chuckle as Jamie urged Hawke’s arms over his head and held them against the wall. His hips moved in time with the music as if waiting for someone to shove a few bills down his pants. The man was insane. Benton had to respect that.How the pair didn’t feel all the eyes upon them, Benton couldn’t explain. They were standing close enough Benton could make out every letter of Jamie’s name spelled out in permanent ink across the inside of Hawke’s forearm. Knowing Jamie, as he did, the man couldn’t care less who was watching them. He didn’t relent until Hawke was laughing so hard no sound emerged. Benton went back to watching Maddox. There was something about the entire situation niggling at that back of his mind. Something slightly off. Maddox was so focused on the pair he’d yet to notice Benton, leaving him free to puzzle it out.This man had cheated on Hawke, throwing everything away. By all accounts, he should’ve let this go a long time ago. He’d broken things off and moved another man in. His expression said none of those things. Benton glanced around, Hawke and Jamie were still dancing. Sophie and Joss were in the corner having an up-close discussion. How had Joss came to be with Sophie over the last few months? None of it made any sense. If Maddox had put Hawke out and moved Joss in, why would Maddox watch Hawke instead of Joss? Benton’s gaze returned to Maddox. Maddox smiled at the sight of Hawke’s laughter and Benton knew. It was exactly like someone ripped back the curtain, revealing the real story.“Oh my god.”Maddox visibly startled at Benton’s cry. He couldn’t stop. The truth slammed into him with such power Benton couldn’t contain it. It brought him to his feet. Maddox lifted his glass to his lips, taking a sip. Benton wondered if the man was attempting to hide his emotions before focusing on him.“Didn’t see you there,” Maddox said after a moment. Benton ignored Maddox’s statement of the obvious. “Oh my god,” Benton repeated, pointing at him. He didn’t care if he looked like a madman. 

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April 21, 2015

It’s that time of year again. As always everything stated on this blog is solely my opinion, based on personal experiences with each company/individual. Since it is never my intention to bash anyone or damage the reputation of anyone involved, I welcome non-confrontational discussion. Please share your opinions and experiences in the comment section. Sharing is caring after all. Plus, with my books, I employ an editor. She should follow me around everywhere I go, but she doesn’t, so please excuse any bad grammar, punctuation, etc. Here we go…
Tour companies :I did several tours over the past year. Since there’re so many, I’m sticking with what worked. As you know, authors are poor and low on time so once I found someone I loved, I stuck with them.
My Family’s HeartIndie SageBetween the SheetsAs I said, I did several. Those are the companies that worked.
Advertising: I did SO much advertising this past year I couldn’t possibly remember everyone. However, I do remember what worked, some of what didn’t, and who pissed me off. Sometimes, when it comes to buying ad space, the person I deal with matters to me almost as much as the results. If someone is rude, snippy, or generally treats me like I should feel honored they’re taking an ass-ton of my money, I remember that. I’m actually a little late doing this post for the year because I couldn’t decide if I would. After last year’s post, I received an ugly email or two from some companies who didn’t like what I had to say, but here’s the thing, I can’t be kept down. Here it goes…
ENT—In the past, I’ve always praised Ereader News Today. Since they’ve changed the way they charge, not so much. Before the price change, I think $30 was the most I ever paid for an ad. Now, I have to pay $40 and it didn’t come ANYwhere near paying for itself. Lost my ass.
Booktastik—For $10, it’s worth it.
My Romance Reads—A little on the pricey side, but they’re always nice and I always make my money back. They won’t advertise my LGBT titles, which hurts my heart, but they might change their policy one of these days.
Literary Addicts—this is a group, but they have a quarterly party where the site will pimp the heck out of your book. It works better if your book is on sale. Also, you have to request membership, but once you’re approved, you can pay to join the party. It’s worth it.
The Midlist—If I had it to do all over again, I would never pay for their banner creation/ad. In the end, I broke even, but I think I would’ve done just as good without that extra. Plus, since they’ve never approve me for another ad since, I would rather have my money than another submission process that’s just a waste of my time. I really don’t like having my time wasted.
Freebooksy—LOVE Freebooksy. It’s expensive, but if you know how to use free books to your advantage, get this one.
Bargainbooksy—Not as effective as their counterpart, but I did see a small boost.
Booksends/Ereader IQ—Okay, here’s one of the companies that did not make me happy. Booksends was fine and I’d advertise with them again, but never, EVER will I add the bonus Ereader IQ feature again, because they did something I found to be a bit shady. As promised they sent my links out in their newsletter, but my cover didn’t show up in their list posted to their FB page or on their website (that I could find). When I contacted them about it, I was informed my book was hidden behind safe search (which I couldn’t find at all, so I’m going to assume readers couldn’t either) for adult content. Okay, I can’t believe I’m the first steamy romance book they’ve ever advertised, but that shit isn’t posted anywhere on their page. At least, it wasn’t before I wrote this post, and I hardly think it’s fair that I should have to pay the same as everyone else if they’re going to hide my book. As a matter of point, they won’t see my money again because of it. Not only am I angry over being censored, it was a paranormal romance so there was no sense in hiding it at all. **rant over**
Story Cartel—This one, this one right here, I have to stop myself from telling everyone within screaming distance that they flat-out took my money and ran. I went through the application process, paid my fee, and then was denied because of sexual content. They offered to refund my money and then never did!! I’ve emailed them at least 3 times about it. Nothing. Nada. Totally ignoring me and keeping my money. Seriously? If you steal my money I’ll tell everyone. Use caution when dealing with these folks.
BKnights—This is a Fiverr deal, and I always make my money back.
Reading Alley—This is a new site set up a bit like NetGalley. You pay a fee to have your book listed and you approve review requests. It’s WAY cheaper than Netgalley, and your books stay up for review for much longer. So far, I’ve been very pleased with it. Oh, and they have precautions in place to do everything possible to keep your book from getting pirated.
The Books Machine—Total waste. Maybe I’m doing it wrong, but I paid for a month of service, I’ve been there for half that, and not one single bite.
Steamy Romance Reads—This is a site where you pay to have your book listed for a year at a time. The week my book went live, it paid for itself so I’m happy.
WTRAFSOG Facebook page—Always a good way to get free advertising.
E Books Rock Facebook page—Same here. It’s free. Just post and follow the rules.
BTS Magazine—this is a gorgeous and fun way to get exposure. As far as seeing sales, I don’t know. It’s more of a long-term, professional ad type thing. I’ve done it a few times and I’m always pleased with the results. In my opinion, it’s pretty affordable for such an awesome ad.
Services: This is a new thing I’m adding this year, because I want people to have options. If you want your book to sell, there are some professional things you need to do. Number one, always have an editor. Number two, formats! Number three, a great cover. So here are some people who can help your book be its best—
Editors: Dionne ListerVicky BurkholderLaura Hampton
Formatter :Ebook Builders
Book Cover design: Aeternum Designs
Personal Assistants Mia SearlesIris Montalvo ProssParanormal Cravings
Street Team management The Smexy Fab Four
**as a side note** If you’re a romance author, I highly recommend joining the RWA. Once there, it’s a good idea to find a chapter to call your own. Since I’m all about the steamy bits, I belong to Passionate Ink. It’s an awesome group of writers.

 I'm sure I missed a ton of things. Please chime in with your thoughts and experiences. If you don't see someone listed here, but would like my opinion, just ask. Chances are good I've tried them and forgotten them. 

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