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February 13, 2014
#BookBlast Summertime Dream by Babette James

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Blurb:
The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.
An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life — love.

Excerpt:
She tippy-toed after him up the side porch steps, careful to avoid putting the high heels of her sandals through the old wood. “We’re not wearing the best exploring clothes.” She smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress. Both of them were dressed more for church or a dinner date.
He regarded her from beside the boarded front door, his steady gaze pausing on her mouth before flinching upward. “You look great. Really pretty in that peach color.” A flush rose in his cheeks, and he focused on sorting through the neatly labeled ring of keys.
Her own cheeks burned. Was he also remembering those kisses yesterday? “Thanks.”
Christopher removed the padlock and swung open both panels, revealing the screen doors and the original ornamented and leaded glass double entry doors, both curving into a graceful peaked arch like a church door.
“Oh, all the glass is safe. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Christopher nodded as he fit an old-fashioned key into the ornate brass lock. He gripped the doorknob and took a deep breath. “Ready?”
The hinges whined and creaked as he pushed the door inward. Daylight wedged into the short entry vestibule, revealing another doorway formed by elegant leaded glass sidelights and transom, and faded across the hardwood floor into the gloomy grand entry hall. Disturbed dust floated through the sunlight.
Christopher flicked on the flashlight and stepped into the once-majestic hall. Margie followed, nose wrinkling at the musty stale air. He swung the light upward, revealing an elaborate lamp fixture hanging from a plaster medallion, the crystal pendants festooned with spider webs. “Our very own haunted house, huh?”
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Published on February 13, 2014 01:00
February 12, 2014
#BookBlast Bring On the Heat: Erotic Romance Box Set
Bring on the Heat ~ Sale ends February 15
Available at $.99, now through Valentine’s Day!

A collection of erotic tales from today’s hottest authors, featuring BDSM love stories, ménage romps, and everything in between. No matter what your taste in erotic romance, we’ve got you covered and then some! Warning: These stories may require readers to seek out a cold drink and a hot man…
AUTHORS AND THEIR NOVELLAS
Eden Bradley- Breaking Skye Contemporary BDSM
Cassandra Carr - CaughtContemporary BDSM
Stephanie Julian- An Indecent PropositionContemporary ménage
Amber Kallyn- Burned (Dragos, book 1) Paranormal/shifter
Keira Kohl - Laundry Day Contemporary
Adriana Kraft- Cherry Tune-Up Contemporary ménage
Emma Lai - Riding Rodeo Contemporary Western ménage
Anh Leod- Clockwork Captive Paranormal/steampunk
Ann Mayburn- First Kiss Contemporary BDSM FemDom
Cari Quinn- Jingle Ball (More the Merrier book 1) Contemporary ménage
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SELECTED EXCERPTS
Riding Rodeo , by Emma Lai
The bell over the door tinkled as a new customer entered the bakery. When she glanced over the shoulder of her current customer, elderly Mrs. Thompson, Amanda Goodson’s breath caught. Bright afternoon sunshine from a beautiful late-spring day entered the storefront window and cast a delicious glow over the tastiest man Amanda had ever laid eyes on. A navy blue T-shirt clung to broad shoulders, a muscled chest, and six-pack abs. Brawny thighs strained the denim of a pair of faded jeans, and she knew from a previous encounter that the material hugged a firm ass.
She licked her lips. The rodeo was back in town.
When their gazes locked, Sean Cassidy winked. Thanks to the shirt, his eyes were more blue than gray, almost as blue as the clear sky over Houston today. He strode toward the counter with a slow rolling of hips, his cowboy boots―polished to a high sheen―clomping against the slate floor with each step. The rhythmic tattoo of his sexy walk called to mind their one headboard-banging-against-the-wall, marathon ride.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She wasn’t sure if it was her heartbeat or echoes of her memory. Sweat moistened her palms, but it wasn’t sweat tickling the insides of her thighs. Damn the man. He could still make her cream her panties even though their one-night stand happened more than a year ago.
One year, six months, and some change, but who was counting? Burned , by Amber Kallyn
The Other was here.
Lowering the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees, asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town, it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.
Drawing closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.
How could he be here?
It was bad enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she’d left her family behind in the midst of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric brought tremors to her body.
Parking her cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.
Eric marked her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.
After a couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she’d face him with all her strength.
Calla stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to the firemen’s entrance.
Giggles drew her attention to a group of barely-eighteen girls, scantily dressed. And the man they huddled near.
In nothing but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water, from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.
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Published on February 12, 2014 01:00
February 11, 2014
#newrelease Life Flight by Shaunna Wolf
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What would I tell a new author?
As well as being an author, I am also an editor. On top of that, I mentor several authors. One of the questions I am often asked is, Why do I have to do that (fill in the blank) followed by (insert headline making author) doesn’t. The question still catches me by surprise. Then I try to think back to the first novel I finished. I was so in love with that, now trunk novel, that I was sure it would be the next best seller, I was on my way to the bank, followed by a million adoring fans, with a fist full of royalty checks. The difference, I think, was that I was also working as an editor. I knew that, (insert headline making author’s name) had an editor, that they most likely had a box, or two, of rough drafts and false starts, and did I say it already? An editor. Most the time when you crack open a book and you look at the dedication page, what do you see? I thank my mom, my dad, grandma Joe, and so on . Rare to find a dedication page that says and thank you to my editor. I’ve seen a few, but not many. Why?
Part of it is vanity. No one wants to attribute their success to someone else. If you win a race in a new pair of running shoes, do you thank the maker of those shoes? Very unlikely. So it’s the same with authors, rarely do they thank their editors. I think this leads to those on the outside of the industry to paint a picture of their favorite well to do author, sitting in a chair, smoking jacket on, and banging out a perfect first draft. It leads them to thinking that first draft is perfection without a single word being touched.
The reality check is often in the form of reviews, if the author self publishes and gets their book out of the hands of family and friends and into the hands of objective readers, and in rejections if they go that route. My advice to new authors: Writing is work. Let me clarify that, writing is creative, yes, but to produce a great book, is work. It means editing, no it isn’t an editor’s job to fix punctuation (typos yes), or run a spell check, or to rewrite your novel while you bang out the next one. That’s the writer’s job, to learn their craft, and, yes, this means grammar and spelling and all of that, then write the best story you can and submit the cleanest draft you can, after it has been read by a few beta readers that don’t share any of your DNA.
I learned the hard way, I handed that first draft, of the now trunk novel, over to a beta reader and every single thing they pointed out felt like a punch in the gut. I got mad. I cried. Then I subscribed to a few writer’s magazines and got down to work. If a reader finds fault in the story, mechanics or plot, move on, but if several do, it’s not that you are misunderstood, or your writing, it might be that you need to hone your craft a bit.
Bottom line, learn the craft, and writing is a job, if you can find a degree of separation from the work, the work will be better for it.
Blurb:
Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn't easy.
Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.
When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?
Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
Excerpt We stared at each other until Johnny cleared his throat. The back of her hand went down the side of my face. She put the back of her hand to her face. Frowned, and then moved back to her place on the floor. What had that meant?
The trooper cracked a beer. Began telling us about a nudist house party he’d broken up. Kat laughed, stroked his ego with her voice. But her gaze kept coming back to me, I’d look back and she’d shift her attention away, then I’d catch her again. Did she want me out of the room? Did her soul’s demon want this new prospect? Did she even see it as a demon? As something that had taken the place of real feelings and human emotions--to the point they had to be borrowed and stolen from others?
My third beer and the room felt like the outdoors. Wind whistled over the glass. I pulled the other blankets out of the closet. Zipped my coat. Johnny zipped his and pulled gloves on. Stood up. At least not drunk.
“Going to my car,” he told us, “Y’all welcome to come sit in the warmth.”
“Mine's got a full tank as well. Gets too bad, we can sit in it.” I grasped his hand, glad I’d gone back for this man. “Thanks.”
“Smoke, before we’re in for the night?”
I stepped outside with him. The air felt as if it would shatter. Amazingly, the lights were on over in the restaurant. The sound of a diesel engine running echoed over the parking lot. Johnny laughed.
“Guess I know where I’m heading, find me a booth, and get some shut eye.”
Not a bad idea. At least warm--and hot food. He lit his Winston, I lit a Camel. We stood that way, two men, each scarred in his own way by a shared experience that we hadn’t even realized was one. And Kat scarred by something, something before her marriage.
“That little woman,” Johnny said. “Ain’t none my business. But everyone said she’s a free spirit--born after her time, shoulda been her age in the 60’s.” His blue-eyed gaze flashed to me, then away. “Take the right kinda man to make that kinda woman into a wife, but if you got any smarts, you’ll give it a shot. The way you look at her, and the way she looks back, yeah, the way of things brought you together for a reason.” He dropped the butt in the snow and took sure steps across the ice covered parking lot.
Buy Links: Amazon Freya’s Bower

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As well as being an author, I am also an editor. On top of that, I mentor several authors. One of the questions I am often asked is, Why do I have to do that (fill in the blank) followed by (insert headline making author) doesn’t. The question still catches me by surprise. Then I try to think back to the first novel I finished. I was so in love with that, now trunk novel, that I was sure it would be the next best seller, I was on my way to the bank, followed by a million adoring fans, with a fist full of royalty checks. The difference, I think, was that I was also working as an editor. I knew that, (insert headline making author’s name) had an editor, that they most likely had a box, or two, of rough drafts and false starts, and did I say it already? An editor. Most the time when you crack open a book and you look at the dedication page, what do you see? I thank my mom, my dad, grandma Joe, and so on . Rare to find a dedication page that says and thank you to my editor. I’ve seen a few, but not many. Why?
Part of it is vanity. No one wants to attribute their success to someone else. If you win a race in a new pair of running shoes, do you thank the maker of those shoes? Very unlikely. So it’s the same with authors, rarely do they thank their editors. I think this leads to those on the outside of the industry to paint a picture of their favorite well to do author, sitting in a chair, smoking jacket on, and banging out a perfect first draft. It leads them to thinking that first draft is perfection without a single word being touched.
The reality check is often in the form of reviews, if the author self publishes and gets their book out of the hands of family and friends and into the hands of objective readers, and in rejections if they go that route. My advice to new authors: Writing is work. Let me clarify that, writing is creative, yes, but to produce a great book, is work. It means editing, no it isn’t an editor’s job to fix punctuation (typos yes), or run a spell check, or to rewrite your novel while you bang out the next one. That’s the writer’s job, to learn their craft, and, yes, this means grammar and spelling and all of that, then write the best story you can and submit the cleanest draft you can, after it has been read by a few beta readers that don’t share any of your DNA.
I learned the hard way, I handed that first draft, of the now trunk novel, over to a beta reader and every single thing they pointed out felt like a punch in the gut. I got mad. I cried. Then I subscribed to a few writer’s magazines and got down to work. If a reader finds fault in the story, mechanics or plot, move on, but if several do, it’s not that you are misunderstood, or your writing, it might be that you need to hone your craft a bit.
Bottom line, learn the craft, and writing is a job, if you can find a degree of separation from the work, the work will be better for it.
Blurb:
Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn't easy.
Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.
When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?
Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
Excerpt We stared at each other until Johnny cleared his throat. The back of her hand went down the side of my face. She put the back of her hand to her face. Frowned, and then moved back to her place on the floor. What had that meant?

My third beer and the room felt like the outdoors. Wind whistled over the glass. I pulled the other blankets out of the closet. Zipped my coat. Johnny zipped his and pulled gloves on. Stood up. At least not drunk.
“Going to my car,” he told us, “Y’all welcome to come sit in the warmth.”
“Mine's got a full tank as well. Gets too bad, we can sit in it.” I grasped his hand, glad I’d gone back for this man. “Thanks.”
“Smoke, before we’re in for the night?”
I stepped outside with him. The air felt as if it would shatter. Amazingly, the lights were on over in the restaurant. The sound of a diesel engine running echoed over the parking lot. Johnny laughed.
“Guess I know where I’m heading, find me a booth, and get some shut eye.”
Not a bad idea. At least warm--and hot food. He lit his Winston, I lit a Camel. We stood that way, two men, each scarred in his own way by a shared experience that we hadn’t even realized was one. And Kat scarred by something, something before her marriage.
“That little woman,” Johnny said. “Ain’t none my business. But everyone said she’s a free spirit--born after her time, shoulda been her age in the 60’s.” His blue-eyed gaze flashed to me, then away. “Take the right kinda man to make that kinda woman into a wife, but if you got any smarts, you’ll give it a shot. The way you look at her, and the way she looks back, yeah, the way of things brought you together for a reason.” He dropped the butt in the snow and took sure steps across the ice covered parking lot.
Buy Links: Amazon Freya’s Bower
Published on February 11, 2014 01:00
February 7, 2014
#BookBlast Late Last Night by Lilian Darcy

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The author and publisher will be awarding a $10 Amazon gift card, Valentine Mug and yummy candies to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US only).
Blurb:
It’s May 1996 and Marietta High School English teacher Kate MacCreadie is almost at the end of her rope, torn between the demands of her work and her heavy involvement in helping her younger brother Rob and his wife Melinda take care of their five young children on the MacCreadie family ranch.
When Marietta’s fine-looking new sheriff, Harrison Pearce, pulls Kate over for her third traffic violation in as many months, they both know it’s a sign that something has to give.
Kate finds it almost a relief to be told by this calm, strong man to get her life in order, and then she just keeps on seeing him - at school after there’s been a suspicious break-in, on the evening of the prom when he’s off duty and driving his nephew and friends to the event in one of his brother’s gorgeous vintage cars.
Late that night, after prom is over, a tragedy at River Bend Park brings Kate and Harrison together yet again, and this time, in the highly charged atmosphere, Kate discovers that she never wants to let him go. But with his divorce still fresh, is Harrison ready for someone new?

“Kate,” Harrison said, reaching her. He looked happy to see her. His dark eyes contained an intent light and their focus was very steady.
“Hi,” she said. “I’ve been tasked to show you the break-in, since I was the one who found it.”
She knew she was blushing a little. They’d had such a great conversation, looking over his place last month. She’d had this shy, tentative little idea that he might call and ask her out, afterward, but he hadn’t and silly, romantic Kate had required a good, cheerful talking to from sensible, cynical Kate to put the idea out of her mind.
It was probably the three sets of glasses on your head and the four traffic violations, Kate. He thinks you’re a lunatic, and dangerous.
Harrison introduced the police detective, Greg Holding, who asked, “Has everything been left just as it was when you first saw it?”
“Um, yes, come this way and I’ll show you.” She almost took Harrison’s arm, pulling back just in time. It wasn’t the occasion for touching a man, for heaven’s sake, and especially not a man like this, in uniform! “There’s a lot of broken glass. Mr Earnshaw wanted to sweep it up, but I thought you both should see it first, on the chance there’s—”
Evidence. But she didn’t say this, in case they thought she’d been watching too many TV cop shows and crime dramas. Or in case she was gabbling.
“Good thinking,” Harrison said, and she felt ridiculously happy about the praise.
They smiled at each other, and her whole day changed.
Buy Link: Amazon
Published on February 07, 2014 01:00
January 31, 2014
#BookBlast Untangle My Heart by @MKAlexander1

Maria blogs and shares her writing journey with her critique partners at: http://thevioletfemmes.com.
When not writing, Maria loves to read, bake, downhill ski, visit the beach, and watch romantic comedies. Maria lives in New Jersey with her husband and children, and writes in her “spare” time between juggling a full-time job and her kids’ busy schedules.
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THE BOOK IS FREE AT AMAZON FOR THE DURATION OF THIS TOUR.!

Blurb:When her marriage ended in tragedy, Kate DiFrancesco rebuilt her life, but has never gotten over the pain of what she lost. Seeking the help of an ex-lover ignites feelings she’s promised never to have again. She’ll need to untangle herself from dangers in her past in order to break the hard shell around her heart.
Edward Weston has a lot to prove, both to his stuffy upper-crust British family, and to himself. Working alongside Kate, a woman he had a casual relationship with, stirs unexpected feelings. Helping her family makes him realize what he's missing. For the first time, he wants more than a one-night stand.

Excerpt:“Privacy is a hard thing to find around here, so you may want to lock the door. Especially when you’re wearing only a towel and my sister is on the prowl.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” Edward said, taking a step toward her. “I knew she was smitten, but didn’t think she would be waiting in the room after my shower. I was struggling with a tactful way of getting her out.”
“I’m sure you’re not accustomed to asking a woman to leave your room.”
He gave her an unapologetic grin. “No, usually not.”
“I guess it’s partly my fault. I told her I don’t have any claims to you. Apparently she took that to mean it was open season to pursue you.”
“Yet you stopped by. Why?”
“I wanted to thank you again for your help today. You dropped everything to come and help my family and that means a lot to me.”
He took another step toward her until he stood directly in front of her. “You mean a lot to me. I’d do anything I could to help you.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, not sure she could trust her voice to speak with him all but touching her.
“And you’re wrong about not having a claim on me.”
His hands found their way to her waist. Her heart thumped and she knew she should pull back, wanted to pull back. But his blue-gray eyes held her in a hypnotic state and she couldn’t move.
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Published on January 31, 2014 01:00
January 30, 2014
#BookBlast Steal Me, Cowboy by Kim Boykin


Blurb:
Unbeknownst to her boyfriend, Sassy South Carolina hairstylist, Rainey Brown, is headed to Missoula, dead set on giving her minor league baseball player boyfriend of four years an ultimatum. Either put a ring on it or let her go, preferably not the latter.
When Rainey's piece of crap car dies in the middle of Nowhere, Montana, she's sure she's a gonner, until gorgeous restaurateur Beck Hartnett stops to help. Beck falls hard for Rainey, and knows she would admit she's fallen for him too, if she wasn't too stubborn to admit it. Beck has five days before the car is repaired to steal Rainey away from a boyfriend who doesn't deserve her. Five days before she's gone for good.

Excerpt:“Oh. My. God. Adam. You’re good with this? You seem like you are.” Because I was ecstatic. “Wow, I can’t believe you’re done with baseball.” I leaned over the console and kissed him. God, I loved this man.
“I’m not done with baseball.” He had the gall to smile against my lips. “I got a job coaching in the Pioneer League in Missoula. Montana.”
“Montana?” I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut.
Just last season, the front office of the Blowfish minor league team here in Columbia had offered Adam a job as an assistant coach. Adam turned them down, said his shoulder was good and he was going to play baseball a few more years, maybe forever. Now all of a sudden, he’s going to coach in a lesser league two thousand miles away?
“Yeah, babe, I rented a house. Montana’s gorgeous, you’re going to love it, and when you come visit—.”
“Visit.”
Where to buy: Amazon
Published on January 30, 2014 01:00
January 27, 2014
Author Chrys Fey and her new release Hurricane Crimes

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Blurb:
After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.

As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?
Excerpt:
On the television set, which was fighting to stay alive, was breaking news. She caught bits and pieces of it as she emptied the bowl of blood-tainted water and threw out the cloth. It was about a high-speed chase that had occurred about a half-hour ago. Beth shook her head. Apparently, Donovan wasn’t the only idiot driving around during a hurricane.
She went back into the living room and began replacing all the medical supplies into the first-aid kit. Behind her, a reporter was explaining that the driver of the car was believed to be a murder suspect.
“The name of the—”
The lights flashed, prompting Beth to snatch up her flashlight.
“Donovan Goldwyn.”
Her fingers went cold around the plastic tube as ice frosted her veins. She straightened her spine and turned stiffly to the television, her heart wasn’t beating in her chest. On the screen was the picture of the man who was right now changing in her bedroom. Above it was a caption in bold letters that read—SUSPECT.
She gripped the flashlight in her frozen fingers. Her heart thudded fearfully. She stared into the immobilized violet eyes through the glass. “Oh my god,” she gasped.
She had brought a murderer into her home!
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Published on January 27, 2014 01:00
January 23, 2014
#BoookBlast Blood and Gold by Hawk MacKinney
About the Author:

Hawk began writing mysteries for his school newspaper. His works of fiction, historical love stories, science fiction and mystery-thrillers are not genre-centered, but plot-character driven, and reflect his southwest upbringing in Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma. Moccasin Trace, a historical novel nominated for the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award, details the family bloodlines of his serial protagonist in the Craige Ingram Mystery Series… murder and mayhem with a touch of romance. Vault of Secrets, the first book in the Ingram series, was followed by Nymrod Resurrection, Blood and Gold, and The Lady of Corpsewood Manor. All have received national attention. Hawk’s latest release in the Ingram series is due out this fall with another mystery-thriller work out in 2014. The Bleikovat Event, the first volume in The Cairns of Sainctuarie science fiction series, was released in 2012.
"Without question, Hawk is one of the most gifted and imaginative writers I have had the pleasure to represent. His reading fans have something special to look forward to in the Craige Ingram Mystery Series. Intrigue, murder, deception and conspiracy--these are the things that take Hawk's main character, Navy ex-SEAL/part-time private investigator Craige Ingram, from his South Carolina ancestral home of Moccasin Hollow to the dirty backrooms of the nation's capital and across Europe and the Middle East."
Barbara Casey, President Barbara Casey Literary Agency
www.hawkmackinney.net

Hawk will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
Blurb:Blood and Gold, the third book in The Craige Ingram Mystery Series, once again tests the instincts and skills of retired Navy SEAL/part-time private investigator Craige Ingram. Lust, greed, body parts and unrestrained wild sex parties are what await Craige Ingram when he leaves the comforts of his South Carolina home to visit his former SEAL buddy, Detective Spinner Krespinak. Set in the Colorado underbelly of a sordid sable and faux glitz ski mecca, Detective Spinner Krespinak suspects drugs have made their way to the snowy playground that is Aspen. An Olympic ski hopeful is brutally murdered, Spinner vanishes, and Craige Ingram is shot as events spin out of control with a Catch-22 no one anticipates.
Excerpt:
Spinner's high mountain, ski slope bronzed hand ruffled through his hair. He flipped another page, “That's the third one, counting the other mismatched body parts as one and two.” Frowned. “There's not much more here than with the others.” Handed Craige Loopy's prelims. “Take a look at those…lemme know what you think.” Krespinak brown eyes bayoneted the blue stick-‘em pasted to the center of his monitor, “…mm…interesting phone memo. Seems Hizzoner the Mayor is concerned. Wants to keep the lid on. Claims he doesn't want to scare away business. Real fact behind his fume-an’-fuss is all about not wanting to scare away votes in the upcoming elections. Media’s already nosing around about this morning’s torch job—that ought to rattle his cage. Stroking a yancy politician doesn't gripe me, but if he was serious we could use some additional personnel pavement pounding for answers.”

Published on January 23, 2014 01:00
January 16, 2014
Eve Rabi's new release Obsessed wtih Me
Eve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa.

She loves music and cannot live without it.
She also enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.
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Blurb:


“Tarago, you bought them guns?! Are you crazy?”
“No, I didn’t!” my big fat liar says and looks at his accomplices behind him. “Tell her.”
Sergie looks at the floor. “Eh, no, he …didn’t. No. No. Relax, Tanin.”
Ralph clears his throat. “Yeah, he didn’t buy us guns, Tanin. Relax.”
My uncle shakes his head, a glint in his eyes. “They’re not even loaded, Tanin, relax.”
Uncle Anand? The adult in our family, our rock, the only supposedly sensible one and hater of whites?
And I must relax?
“But we got hollow-points,” he adds, his voice dripping with excitement. “Wanna see? Check this out!”
Before we can answer, he brings out a box of bullets and thrusts it at Aunt Saras.
She takes a step back, a look of horror on her face. “You been drinking, Anand?”
Of course he’s been drinking whisky with Tarago. His face is flushed and his comb-over is disheveled. But, it is Christmas.
Uncle Anand, who is never comfortable with lies, looks at Tarago.
Tarago shakes his head from side to side. A tiny shake.
Uncle Anand turns to her. “No…”
“It’s Christmas, where do you get guns from?” I quickly ask.

“Thirty?!” my sister, Lima, says. “You serious?”
He nods. “You want one?”
I jerk to look at him. “Tara…go!”
My mother puts her hand over her mouth and chuckles behind it. Thank God my mum has a sense of humour.
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(This is a two-part series and neither books are stand alone. Both books are currently available for purchasing)
Published on January 16, 2014 01:00
January 6, 2014
Cover reveal for Emma Calin's Shannon's Law
Thanks so much for hosting the Cover Reveal for my forthcoming contemporary romance SHANNON’S LAW. This is the second in my ‘Passion Patrol Series’ - steamy action-romances that feature sassy female cops who solve crimes, catch crooks and always get their man.

Wild child inner city cop Shannon Aguerri walks a dangerous line between her methods and justice. When the bosses lose their nerve, after yet another maverick mission, she is transferred to green pastures to play out the role of a routine village cop. When she encounters signs of people and drug trafficking she homes in on serious millionaire criminals. As a loner she has attracted men but nothing has stuck. When she meets Spencer, the hunky and widowed Earl of Bloxington, there is an immediate rapport between them. Their social differences mean nothing to their passion and need. Already in the mix is an upper class female rival – who has long plotted her way into the Earl's bed. The jealousy is an evil shade of green and the anger is a violent scarlet. Often inhibited by a sense of duty and honour, Spencer is slow to reveal his feelings. When Shannon confronts him with the need to choose between her word and that of her rival, he does not immediately support her. All the same, when they are forced together to carry out a desperate rescue mission, their love is stronger than everything ranged against them.
Shannon’s Law USA Shannon's Law UK (Pre-order paperback only at this stage)
I will be revealing snippets from the story, photos of places and people that inspired the venues and characters on Pinterest during my pre-launch book tour. There are already some scrap-book cuttings posted: http://www.pinterest.com/emmacalin/shannons-law-launch-reveal-on-pinterest/
There is also news about the book on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ShannonsLaw(‘Likes’ are always appreciated.....)
I’m having two launch parties “Afternoon Tea At Bloxington Manor”. The first is online on the 28th February on Facebook and the second is LIVE at the English stately home that inspired the home of my hero on Sunday 2ndMarch. A local favourite venue for me, Avington Park in Hampshire is steeped in history and tradition. (Think genuine Palladian style rather than Downton Abbey neo-Jacobean). The private owners have kindly agreed to open up for us with a tour of the house and then tea and cake – oh and launch the book of course!

Shannon’s Law Cover Reveal Draw$30/£20 Amazon voucher A pair of tickets to my Avington Park Launch Party 2nd March (UK only)3 Advanced Review Copies of Shannon’s Law
EVERY entrant will receive a FREE gift of an audiobook of my short story Escape to Love.
a Rafflecopter giveaway About Emma Calin

Emma Calin was born in London in 1962. She currently lives in France and the UK.She has been writing since childhood and has won numerous local, national and international prizes for poetry and short stories."Knockout!" is the first of the “Passion Patrol Series” a stand-alone love story set against a backdrop of international gambling corruption and deception. Interpol cop Anna Leyton finds herself torn between love and duty when her professional and private life intersects. This book is now available in both paperback and Kindle formats.“The Love in a Hopeless Place Collection” is a bargain anthology of 5 short stories and novelettes, available in paperback and digital formats."Sub-Prime" is a prize-winning hard hitting short story about courage, exploitation and love. It is a raw and brutal exposé of life at the bottom in the aftermath of recession. "The Chosen" is also a short story, set in modern times where working people struggle to keep their dreams alive. A world where the promise of love motivates desperate measures. “Escape To Love” is a 'novelette' (longer than a short story but shorter than a novella), a gritty urban romance with suspense and mystery but a love story at it's core. “Angela” a short story about a late-night taxi journey.
“Love in a Hopeless Place” a novelette about a middle-aged woman striving to find her true identity.

Amazon links to books by Emma Calin
Shannon’s Law USA Shannon's Law UK (Pre-order paperback only at this stage)Knockout! (Passion Patrol Series)The Love in a Hopeless Place CollectionSub-Prime The ChosenEscape To LoveAngelaLove in a Hopeless Place
About.me page: http://about.me/emmacalinEmma Calin Blog: http://www.emmacalin.blogspot.comEmma Calin Website: http://www.emmacalin.comFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/emma.calin and book page: http://www.facebook.com/ShannonsLaw
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Published on January 06, 2014 01:00