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#EggcerptExchange Shocking Finds by Tracey Clark #Fantasy #Romance

Today's Guest is Tracey Clark  and Shocking Finds


Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)-Tracey ClarkHere are a few treats for readers interested in Paranormal/Fantasy Romance (New Adult)A blurb, a quick excerpt, some links for buying options and author info… and Lastly… a fun little Q&A session with the main character Marin!!Happy wordage everyone


Blurb:

An act of rebellion, Marin doesn't think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know... right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic - the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools - is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin's protection.

Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste

Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they're lucky ... they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That's if Marin doesn't shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.

Buy your copy today!!

Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Shocking-Finds-Finders-Keepers-Novel-ebook/dp/B014UA6XV0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1441420146&sr=8-2&keywords=shocking+finds   

Barns & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shocking-finds-tracey-clark/1122614922?ean=2940152332964

Kobo:https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/shocking-finds-a-finder-s-keepers-novel

Indigo:https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/shocking-finds-a-finders-keepers/9781310309090-item.html?ikwid=shocking+finds&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=0

Smashwords:http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/574301  

Excerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)

Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?  The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.  Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive. “They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery. Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy? His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.  “Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations… something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.  Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”“Waiting for you, of course.”“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.  The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.


All About Tracey Clark!!

I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!

To Find out more about Tracey here are some links…

Author Page (Main):http://traceylclark.com/

Goodreads Author Page:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/103301.Author_Tracey_Clark

MS Page:https://multiplesclerosisnewsblog.wordpress.com/

Facebook Author Page:https://www.facebook.com/traceyclark.finderskeepers/?ref=hl

Anddddd…. Twitter Page:https://twitter.com/traceylclark11

Now… without further ado… here is Marin Yarthine…

Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..    Marin (reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland has been call me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.

Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, I nice to finally get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little pit about you… Tell us a little bit about day to day life in the royal world…    Marin: Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home schooled, and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms… it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate whatever the client had misplaced…

Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also, something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???    Marin (Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life… and he doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…

Interview: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? (scoots back a little further…)    Marin (head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would say my goal is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…

Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a whiteKnuckled grip on her set and continues…

Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???    Marin: … (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family, that kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt KYLAND … (small explosion blowing out all the lights)

Interview warily pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interview(voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…




Thanks Tracey for stopping by,


Tina

Janie Franz in the #EggcerptExchange of Refrain

Refrain (The Lost Song Trilogy, Book 2, and Book 5 in the Bowdancer series)
By
Janie Franz
 
Blurb
As Jan-nell, her son Bearin, the sensuous hunter Bekar, and trackfinder Chandro continue their quest for the lost song, they make alliances with the virile dark-skinned sword dancers, who serve as bodyguards to a king, and the exotic, handsome beast trainers of the desert. Jan-nell is beset with jealousies, new sexual stirrings, deepening spiritual practices, and a growing bond with one of her companions.


 
Excerpt
While she sat musing, tents had begun reaching to the sky. The purple tent of the Goiya rose first in the center of the camp. Smaller white silk tents like the one she had slept in the night before and plain tan-colored ones sprouted up like toadstools after rain. The smell of wood smoke from cookfires filled her nose, and the whinnying of the horses picketed on the edge of camp drifted to her ears. The jingle of harness behind her was part of the weaving of the music of the camp. Jan-nell sat content for the first time since she had become a part of the caravan.
 
A stream of rapid words in the Goiya’s language came from the front end of the wagon. She looked to see the driver approaching her side. He stood and yelled up at her, the register of his words getting higher and louder. He gestured wildly with one arm toward the camp. His movements were so forceful the hood of his tunic fell back. He was perhaps fifty summers, with a fat black mustache flecked with gray like his short-cropped hair. His nose was big and hooked like those of the Goiya’s men sent to Hill City to prepare the way for trading.
 
Jan-nell grew concerned that the man might overexert himself and fall into a swoon if he continued to excite himself in the heat. But she had been told to stay where she was—or was that what the sword dancer meant? He said he would come when the caravan made camp. But did that mean she was to stay in the wagon?
 
The old man worked his way around to the open end of the cart and continued to yell and gesture. She was sure his loud voice would draw attention to her, so she rose and made her way to the small fold-down step at the back.
Before she had her foot securely on the step, the old man grabbed her arm and propelled her to the ground. She fell hard on her right shoulder and her hip. A sharp pain coursed through her, making her stomach turn over.
 
Though she was outside, the man continued to yell, his anger growing instead of lessening. She feared he would kick her and raised an arm to ward off any blows. Her own hood fell away as she looked up at him.
 
The old man choked on his words and made an intricate warding gesture. In any culture, it was unmistakable. Jan-nell had seen it often enough done by villagers and townsfolk when they heard her quick-witted daughter speak in full thoughts when she could barely walk. She wondered what he saw to cause him to need protection against evil. Then she remembered everyone here had dark eyes and hers were green.
 
Jan-nell pushed herself up into a sitting position to relieve the pressure on her hip. Pulling her hood back over her head, she had no desire to provoke the man further. She rubbed her shoulder, feeling with skilled fingers to see if there was more injury than just bruising. Rotating her shoulder, she was satisfied she would only bear an ugly bruise. Her hip, however, had taken more of the fall. She put her feet under her and was attempting to stand when she heard someone rushing toward them, calling out to the man, who answered with a stream of explanation. Wanting only to slink away from watching eyes, Jan-nell concentrated on getting to her feet.
 
Hissing through her teeth, Jan-nell stood and began to feel her hip. She lifted the foot of the affected limb and bent her knee. She moved everything around. It pained her as she moved and was worse when she put her weight on it, but it was not broken. She started limping away, wanting to get as far as she could from wagons and people, even from the horses. The exchange of foreign words continued as she made her way around the wagon, gripping it for support, and headed for the edge of the camp.
 
Stopping at the front of the wagon, she wondered how she would be able to walk away on her own. She wished for her staff, but it was somewhere packed away with her belongings, and she was not permitted to use it here. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to do what she had to do to escape. She took a few painful steps, unable to suppress her grunts of pain as someone came up behind her. She half spun on her good leg, and dropped into an awkward and painful combat stance, fully realizing that, without her staff, she had no skills to protect herself.
 
A familiar voice said, “Peace.”
 
 
Buy Links
https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/new-releases/series/refrain-detail
 
http://www.amazon.com/Refrain-Lost-Song-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00CF6UVGK/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1456364707&sr=8-12&keywords=Janie+Franz
 
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/refrain-2
 
 
 
 
Interview Questions—Bearin
1. Job: Bekar told me what a job was. You mean what am I suited for. I am in training. I think I have been in training all my life. Bekar has been teaching me how to be a master hunter and trackfinder, even though I am not a woman like her. I am now training with her as a sword dancer.
2. Birthplace: I was born in the village of the Warrior Women, though they hate being called that. Because I am male, I had to be raised away from them. My sister is a healer and midwife in the village. She has apprentices I’m told. I wish to meet her one day.
3. Currently residing: I live with my father Khrin who is a bard. He built us a fine home outside of his village, at the foot of the Warrior Women’s mountain. Mother did not wish to live inside their village. She wanted her house to be at the edge of the fields. I think she misses the plains where the horsemen lived where she had been the Bowdancer.
4. Significant other: You mean a wife? I am too young yet to marry, according to Mother and Beker, especially. Father, though, sees nothing unusual in Granddame, his mother, finding a wife for me. I do not wish to marry yet, and definitely none of the village girls. Their heads are full of fluff. I wish to find a strong, quick-witted woman like Mother or Bekar. For now though, I must train. There are also many new places to see in this world and new people and customs to experience.
5. Most important goal: We must find where the Warrior Women came from and answer many new questions.
 
 

 
About Janie Franz
Janie Franz comes from a long line of Southern liars and storytellers. She told  other people’s stories as a freelance journalist for many years. With Texas wedding DJ, Bill Cox, she co-wrote The Ultimate Wedding Ceremony Book and The Ultimate Wedding Reception Book, and then self-published a writing manual, Freelance Writing: It’s a Business, Stupid!  She also published an online music publication, was an agent/publicist for a groove/funk band, a radio announcer, and a yoga/relaxation instructor.
 
Currently, she is writing her tweveth novel and a self-help book, Starting Over: Becoming a Woman of Power.
 
https://authorjaniefranz.wordpress.com
https://janiefranz.wordpress.com
https://thebowdancersaga.wordpress.com
 Thanks for stopping by,
Tina
 
 

#EggcerptExchange @PJMacLayne Wolves' Knight

Interview with Dot Lapahie of Wolves' Pawn and Wolves' Knight
 
 
1. What's your nickname?
            Dot is my nickname. Legally I am Maria Dorothy Winters, but I've also used McKenzie as my last name because that was my stepfather's name. I currently use the last name Lapahie to honor my ancestors. I've used a variety of combinations of all those names at various points in my life
 
2. What's your job?
            I've done a variety of jobs in my life—everything from being a dishwasher and waitress, to being a character actor at an amusement park. Now, I'm CEO pf Lapahie Enterprises, a software company, and the head of the Board of Directors of Lapahie training school for Free Wolves. The school is funded by the profits of the company. It provides training for mostly young shifters who've left their packs and need a safe place to get ready to be successful in the human world.
 
3. Tell the readers about your significant other.
            I'm mated to Gavin Fairwood, the alpha of the Fairwood pack. He's as handsome as they come, and I guess it was love at first sight, although it took me far too long to admit it. What I admire about him is his ability to take down an enemy in battle to protect the pack and in the next moment get all teddy-bear cuddly holding one of the babies of the pack. Maybe one of these days I'll be able to give him his own son or daughter. He'll be a great father.
 
4. What's your most important goal?
            I'd like to expand the school into new areas of study. Right now it's focused on basic education and computer-related skills. Everything from hardware support to networking to coding. I'd like to be able to give the students more options. Maybe start offering carpentry and other building skills. But that's a few years down the road.
 
 
5. Are you wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between?
            I guess technically I'm wealthy, although all of my profits from Lapahie Enterprises go to support the school. But Gavin has plenty of money, so I don't have to worry about it. It seems strange to be able to say that, because there were many times when I'd go without real meals for several days in a row. Other days when whatever I earned in tips was barely enough to put gas in my bike. I still haven't adjusted to being able to buy what I need without figuring out where the money is going to come from.


 
Wolves’ Knight Blurb:
 
 
Tasha Roeper knows what it means to protect your own. So when her friend, Dot Lapahie, CEO of Lapahie Enterprises, suspects that the Free Wolves are under attack, Tasha immediately signs on to lead the investigation and guard Dot.
But Tasha's not convinced it's the Free Wolves that are the target. She fears that her own pack—the Fairwood Pack—are the actual quarry and Dot is only a decoy.
The deeper Tasha digs, the more puzzles she uncovers.
Torn between tradition and a changing world, will Tasha risk everything to save a friend—including her own life—when old enemies arise?
 
 
Excerpt
 
A fraction of a heartbeat later, feet firmly planted on the floor, she sensed another body skid in next to her, creating a larger barrier. Some of the board members stood, one appeared frozen in place, and one started to shift to what appeared to be a badger. Tasha sniffed, trying to figure out who had joined her without taking her eyes off the intruder. A female. Hopefully, a fellow warrior.
She bent her knees, shifted her weight to the balls of her feet, and adjusted her grip. A flick of her wrist and the knife would sail down the length of the table. As she tightened her muscles to make the throw, the interloper laughed and tossed his revolver onto the table. The gun was followed by the mask.
“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it,” said the young man who was revealed.  With a broad smile, he added “You called that one correctly, Miss Lapahie.”
As soon as Tasha realized he was no longer a threat, she relaxed and dismissed him from her mind. Granted, he was good-looking in a boyish sort of way, but shifter men tended to be attractive, and he didn't rank as anything special. She liked her men battle-tested and experience told her he didn't qualify.
 
 
Purchase links:
http://www.amazon.com/Wolves-Knight-F...
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebo...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wolves-knight-pj-maclayne/1123127673
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1066865102
 


Author Bio: Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscape. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she's not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Free Wolves’ stories, she is also the author of the Oak Grove mystery series.  P.J. MacLayne can be reached on:
      Facebook https://facebook.com/pjmaclayne
      Twitter https://twitter.com/pjmaclayne
      Google + https://plus.google.com/u/0/+PJMacLayne/posts
      Amazon http://www.amazon.com/P.J.-MacLayne/e/B00HVE8WZI
 
 
 Thanks for being a guest and sharing your book,
Tina
 

Suspicious Minds by Kim Cox #EggcerptExchange #romanticsuspense

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Suspicious Minds

A Romantic Suspense Novel

Blurb

Revenge, Betrayal, and Hidden Identity

In the city of Boston lies a story of revenge and hidden identity. Ryan Donatelli, posing as Thomas Randolph, sets out to avenge his sister's death, even if it means using Sam Southard's daughter to do it. After all, Ryan is sure Sam's responsible.

Natalie Southard is determined to keep her family business out of the hands of known crime boss, Nick DeMarco. After her father is killed, Natalie and Ryan are forced to run for their lives. But, will they live long enough for their hearts to heal once everything is revealed?

Genres: Romance / Romantic Suspense / Romantic Thriller 

Excerpt

Prologue

[image error]"Is that her?" Detective Walsh asked, talking around the wad of gum in his mouth.

Ryan Donatelli tugged at the neck of his old football jersey while he looked everywhere but at the body on the steel examination table. The morgue walls were closing in on him. "I don't know." Even to him, his voice sounded tinny and far off. "Shelley's small, but this woman seems much smaller. It's hard to say." The obvious resemblance struck him, but he looked for any reason he could to deny it.

"Dehydration from the burns," the gray-haired coroner said. "It changes the facial appearance."

Ryan glanced up and noticed the older man's immense nose and his astonishing resemblance to the comedian and singer, Jimmy Durante.

The detective shrugged. "Well, if you can't be sure, I guess we'll just have to— Wait a minute! What about this?" Walsh removed a small envelope from his jacket pocket and extracted a plastic bag containing a necklace that had been tagged for evidence.

Ryan's stomach spasmed. Acid scorched his throat. Every conscious thought screamed denial, yet his trembling hand reached for the bag. Under the fluorescent lights, the ruby pendant glowed like a hot ember. He squeezed it in his palm, trying to feel its pulsing warmth—like the warmth of Shelley's smile.

Oh, God! It was as cold as the body on the table.

"You okay?" The detective's voice was muffled.

Ryan wanted to laugh at the stupidity of the question, but at this moment, mirth was a foreign emotion to him.

With his index finger, he traced the outline of the small stone before turning it over to read the inscription he knew he would find. Unshed tears blurred his vision, but there it was. Happy B-day, Love, R.

"It's Shelley," he said and turned away. He could no longer deny the evident truth, or hang onto the tiniest thread of hope that this was a terrible mistake.

Sweet, stubborn Shelley, his baby sister. She'd never argue politics, movies or anything mundane as the weather again. Shelley loved to challenge him. She'd made him think in new ways and consider new options. What would he do without her?

Teaser Scene

...He sipped his drink, noticing her eyes shifting from one object to the other. The love seat and chair with its own ottoman matched the ivory couch. A blue-and-crimson oriental rug dominated the living room floor. Sheer white curtains covered the double glass doors leading to the dining room with a black lacquered table and chairs.

"Do you like the house?"

"Yes, it's beautiful...lovely," she said, touching his arm.

"Thank you, but I can't take the credit. My mother redecorated it last year." Ryan looked around as if viewing it for the first time himself.

"I'd love to meet your mother. She has exquisite taste."

"I have to agree. Maybe one day you will. And, if you're good, I may take you on the grand tour of the place." Ryan's face drifted close to hers. He found himself not wanting to carry on the conversation any longer. His mind was far from words at the moment.

Her black hair, like her eyes, sparkled in the light. His skin beneath the sleeve of his shirt burned where the tips of her fingers touched. She smelled like freshly cut gardenias from his grandmother's greenhouse. Her voice sounded like an angel's song.

All he thought of was kissing her. He wanted to taste her sensuous pink lips and hold her in his arms until she begged for more.

As if his thoughts scared her, she turned away.

"I-I'd be privileged to see it."

Did she feel the electricity sparking between them, too? Did she hunger for him the way he hungered for her?

He felt her uncertainty as clearly he did his own. Finally, she looked at him, and he could see the passion burning in her green eyes, and knew it was mirrored by his own. The window behind Natalie flashed with light. Their gazes clashed as the weather outside changed to a darkened, cloud-studded night. Wind whipped the bay into a frenzy of waves that slammed onto the beach behind the house.

The rumbling of thunder startled Natalie and she jumped into his arms. Her breast pushed against his chest and his defenses crumbled. His mouth covered hers as a hungry moan escaped his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, returning his kiss. He'd imagined her kiss to be sweet and full of passion, and his imagination was right on target...

Read More . . .

Scheduled for re-release March 15, 2016 – Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/kimcox

About Kim Cox

[image error]Kim Cox is an author of Paranormal, Mystery, Suspense and Romance. She lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with her chain saw artist husband, their West Highland White Terriers--Scooter and Harley, and a Yorkie mix, Candi. Kim is published in novels, short stories and articles. 

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 Thanks Kim for stopping by,Tina

Kathleen Rowland Presents Deadly Alliance #EggcerptExchange @RowlandKathleen #mystery

Today I'm excited to bring you Deadly Alliance ,
a newest release by Kathleen Rowland.
Synopsis

Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.

Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.

More about the hero of Deadly Alliance:

Nickname:  Finn. My full name is Finbar Michael Donahue.

Job: I own my own investment company, but who’s the [expletive deleted] stealing money from me?

Level of schooling:  B.A. in finance, former Army Ranger. That was when I targeted the enemy.

Download Deadly Alliance on Kindle today!
Excerpt—Amy’s first day working for Finn
Hours later, Finn straightened his spine as he listened to his new bookkeeper order Rosenberg around with the authority of an Army lieutenant. She spoke with confidence from her chair and waited for answers with intensity. Somehow she came across larger than her delicate self.

“Brad,” his pretty war buddy said, “I’ll need your password to access activity-to-date.” Her attitude wasn’t for show. Her curiosity propelled her to the depths of the drain. Heaven help those who lurked there.

“Sure thing.” Brad blew out a breath and scribbled his password on a sticky note. Handing it to her, he bent to her level.

She said, “I apologize for causing chaos.”

“No apology necessary.” Brad asked, “What are you working on?”

Jumping in, Finn said, “Comparisons, Rosenberg, that’s what she’s working on.” Unholy as she’d undoubtedly turn out to be, at the moment they were forged in combat. “Give her your full support.”

“Absolutely. Consider me your scaffold,” Rosenberg said, accepting his fate. “Excuse me, won’t you? I’m running payroll.”

Finn liked his head accountant. He was solid. Dependable. Not creative, but his easy-going manner was soothing. “Payroll. You’re a masochist.”

Amy smiled, and her crystal-green gaze sought his. She found his comment amusing. Her professional attire included a gray satin blouse tucked into a herringbone skirt. When she moved, her layered, dark-blonde hair settled into a sleek flip over her shoulders.

Amy’s bending and reaching, as she took control of her four-by-four cubicle, was damn compelling. She found a rhythm with a handy notepad beside her computer. Using Brad’s password, she turned sideways to open files. Attractive summed up her symmetrical profile and creamy complexion.

For a long while, getting hot and heavy had not been on his mind. Her envelope gave him concrete evidence to bring to the sheriff and eased his tension. As she brushed tresses off her face, he wanted to nibble on her ear.

Amy packed her lithe frame with succulent curves. He enjoyed observing her ample bust which required high-performance support. He’d like to see those globes running free. He’d never considered her as dating material. Timing was off. When she started dating Les, he was hooking up with Miss California. Now it was too late. She worked for him. Hands off. Finn liked women—lots of women, all women, in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities as long as they met the enthusiasm requirement. He hadn’t tested this, but she was off-limits for another reason. He didn’t intend to put her through another relationship leading to nowhere.

Finn kept things loose. A woman in his bed but not in his life was what he often said. There hadn’t been that either.  Why was he picturing her naked in his bed?

About the Author
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts.  Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write while listening to demanding character voices in her head.

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Mary Thompson - Fat & Fine #EggcerptExchange #newrelease

Fat & Fine
Big & Beautiful series, book 5
by Mary E. Thompson
New Release - will be available February 23 (preorder links are live)
 
Cover link: [image error]http://maryethompson.com/books/fat-and-fine
 
Blurb:
After her ex insults her and breaks up with her, Sam is determined to show him exactly what he missed out on. Sam's hurt, but Sam's no push over. She's equally mad, too. And determined to make him eat his words.
 
Questioning if any man will ever look at her like she's beautiful, Sam joins a local gym. She's led around by Brady, the gym's owner, and is more than a little intimidated by him. His intensity scares her, but something about him intrigues her more than she cares to admit.
 
When Brady defends Sam and tells her she's beautiful, she struggles to accept his words.
 
As Sam works to figure out who she is, and what she really wants to do with her career and life, Brady's strong and silent presence builds her confidence. Until Brady dismisses her, making her think he's just as bad as her ex. And that she'll never find someone who truly cares for her.
 
Excerpt:
“Are you okay?” he finally asked.
I nodded, unable to speak around the massive lump in my throat and the tears stinging my eyes. I knew it I said anything I would lose it.
“Do you want to go?”
I nodded again, anxious to get away from so many prying eyes. They might be acting nice, but sharing my most humiliating moment with hundreds of strangers was not my idea of a fun evening.
Brady picked up our stuff, carrying the drinks he’d bought us, the blanket, and our picnic basket. I focused on getting the hell out of there.
When we got to his Jeep Brady threw everything in the back while I climbed in, ashamed and shocked. For a fleeting second I wondered if I should be afraid of Brady, but I knew that was crazy. Brady wasn’t dangerous, not to me. If he hadn’t stood up for me I would have questioned why I was with him. Instead he took out Cade with one swing and I’d never have to deal with him again.
Brady got in the car and turned the key, cranking up the air conditioning, then turned in his seat. “Come here,” he said, pulling me to him.
The center console dug into my side, but I didn’t care. Brady’s arms closed around me and I lost it. Everything I’d hid, all the fears I’d buried, all the shame I’d felt, all the anger I’d carried… all of it poured out.
I sobbed against his strong chest, my tears soaking through his shirt. His hands rubbed up and down my back and his heart beat a steady rhythm under my ear. I let out everything I’d been holding in for weeks. I hiccuped my breath and kept crying, unable to stop once I’d started.
Brady was my rock. He held me as close as he could. He was turned at an odd angle and I knew his back had to be killing him. I tried to pull back but he wouldn’t let me, keeping my face against his chest. He had my head tucked under his chin and he kissed my hair, whispering kind words as I cried.
When I could breathe again I eased back. Brady let me but didn’t let go of me. I couldn’t face him. I looked down, keeping my eyes from his, unsure and afraid of what I’d find there.
 
Buy Links:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Fat-Fine-Big-Beautiful-Book-ebook/dp/B01ATZTQIM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1453516433&sr=8-2&keywords=fat+%26+fine
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fat-fine-mary-e-thompson/1123297045?ean=2940152585346
iBooks - https://geo.itunes.apple.com/book/fat-fine/id1077042218?mt=11
Kobo - https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/fat-fine
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/609210
 
Author Bio:
Mary E Thompson grew up loving to read, spending many night hiding under the covers with a flashlight to finish a book. As an adult she still stays up too late, but doesn’t need a flashlight anymore thanks to her ereader.
When Mary’s not reading she’s playing with her two kids or living out her real life romance with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, Buffalo sports teams, and wine, lots of wine.
 
Author Links:
Website - http://maryethompson.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/authormaryethompson/
Goodreads - http://goodreads.com/maryethompson
Twitter - http://twitter.com/authormet
Pinterest - http://pinterest.com/metdaisy7
 
Character Interview:
Nickname - Sam
Job - Photographer
Level of schooling - BFA in Photography
Birthdate - May 1
Birthplace - Buffalo, NY
Currently residing in - Winterville, NY
Favorite type of pet - Dog
Favorite place to visit - California
Significant other - Brady Wright
Most important goal - To be happy
Worst fear or nightmare - that my parents will never be proud of me
Favorite food - All foods
Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? somewhere in between
Secret desire or fantasy - No comment
What would you do if you won the lottery? Take care of my friends.
 
Conversational interview:
Interviewer: Thanks for meeting me today, Sam. I know you’re usually the one asking questions, but we’ll try to make this pretty painless.
Sam (laughs): Thanks, I appreciate that. Being a photographer I hide in the background most of the time. Most people aren’t interested in my life.
Interviewer: It’s the same way in my job, but today isn’t about me. Tell me how you got into photography.
Sam: I took a photography class in high school and completely fell in love. It drew me in completely and I knew I wanted to capture moments in time for the rest of my life.
Interviewer: What is your favorite moment in time?
Sam (blushes): Well, that might be a little private, but how about I just say when Brady told me he loved me. It was completely out of the blue, but then again, so was Brady.
Interviewer: Aw, how sweet. Can you tell us a little more about Brady?
Sam (smiles and gets a dreamy look in her eyes): He’s perfect. His last name is Wright and it’s so fitting because he really is Mr. Wright. He makes it possible for me to achieve my number one lifetime goal.
Interviewer: Which is?
Sam: To be happy. It’s all anyone really wants, but after Cade I wasn’t sure I’d find true happiness.
Interviewer: Well, Cade was a jerk.
Sam: Yes, he was.
Interviewer (smiling):What else makes you happy? Do you have a secret desire or fantasy?
Sam (blushing): Well, anyone who knows me knows my mind pretty much stays in the gutter. That question brings up all sorts of ideas, but none you can print. How about I just say ‘No comment’ and we move on.
Interviewer (laughing):Fair enough. On the other side of things, what’s your worst fear?
Sam (groans): You really know how to dig deep, don’t you? Really, my worst fear has always been that my parents wouldn’t be proud of me. They’ve spent years telling me I should get a real job instead of something ‘silly’ like photography. Even when they say they’re proud of what I’ve accomplished I worry it’s not the whole truth.
Interviewer: I’m sure they want you to be successful. Would you consider yourself wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? That might have something to do with your parents.
Sam: I’d say I’m in between. I charge a fair price for my work, so I’m not poor, but I’m definitely not rich either. I won’t get rich as a photographer because I don’t love the work that brings in a higher commission, but that’s okay with me. I love what I do.
Interviewer: As long as you have enough to eat it’s okay, right?
Sam: Oh, yeah, mama likes to eat. That’s pretty obvious to anyone who looks at me though. I like all kinds of foods, pretty much haven’t found one that I won’t try! Brady gets mad at me when I say I’m fat. My friends use much kinder words to describe us. Addi says we’re bulky. Claire called us lush. Mandy says chubby. Charlie likes to say fluffy, but she’s a baker so it makes sense. Lexi says shapely, Riley is plump, and Carrie goes for husky. To me they all mean the same thing, but Brady won’t let me say that anymore.
Interviewer: Your friends seem important to you. How did you all meet?
Sam: Mandy, Claire, Addi, and I went to college together. Lexi and Charlie we met from going to Bite Me! so often. Riley and Carrie are new additions to our group and we met them through READ. We all work well together, don’t you think?
Interviewer: Yeah, you guys are great. I’ve noticed a few spats though. Is it true you argue over whether dogs or cats are better? Which side do you fall on?
Sam (laughing): Oh, yeah, that’s always been a fight between us. I’m firmly a dog lover. Brady picked out Lucky on our first date. He’s the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen, but he’s so beautiful. Brady and I think he’s perfect for us, not so perfect on the outside, but beautiful inside.
Interviewer (wipes eyes):That’s really beautiful. Doesn’t having a dog make it hard to travel? Are there places you want to go?
Sam: I think our jobs are more of a hindrance than Lucky is. We’re pretty happy at home, but if I did travel, I’d love to go to California. The mountains and the ocean, the ancient trees and the beaches, the hilly roads and the winding highways… it calls to the photographer in me. I’d love to go out to a vineyard and just wander with my camera or hang out on the beach at sunset. It looks so beautiful out there.
Interviewer: Is that what you would do if you won the lottery? Travel?
Sam (shakes head adamantly):Nope, I don’t think so. Our jobs are challenging, but I don’t think we’d give up our jobs. We’d take care of our family and friends. They mean everything to us. I’m sure Brady could upgrade some of his equipment and I could move to a bigger studio, but I don’t think we’d change much about the way we live. We don’t need much, just each other.
Interviewer: You’re so lucky Sam. It’s been wonderful to talk to you. I wish you and Brady the best.
Sam: Thanks. This was fun. We’ll have to get together some time. Maybe you can join us for girls’ night some Tuesday at Bite Me! Charlie really does make the best cupcakes you’ve ever tasted.
Interviewer: Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!
Thanks for stopping by,
Tina

Kasia Radzka Presents Lethanl Disposal for #EggcerptExchange

 
Blurb -


Lexi Ryder vowed to never return to the Gold Coast, but after a desperate phone call from an old friend, she returns only to learn her friend is dead.
 
Was it murder or an accident?
 
Lexi finds herself embroiled in a game of politics, assassinations and secrets. A world where people are not who they seem.
 
Detective Matthew Ryan wants Lexi as far away as possible from him and the case. But Lexi knows too much. After a public assassination they discover that whoever is responsible is willing to go to great lengths to dispose of those who get in the way of their plans.
 
Is Lexi willing to risk her own life to seek the truth?
 
Money, status, and power. Some people will do anything to get it, others will do whatever it takes to keep it.
 


Excerpt -
He pushed her hard and she slammed into the wall of the building, the rugged bricks cutting her palms as she tried to protect herself from the impact. This couldn’t be the end. She turned to face her attacker. She didn’t recognise him. In the darkness she could just make out his features. He had a face that could easily get lost in a crowd, olive skin, a freckle beside his eye, and brown hair. It’s funny the details you notice when you face your killer.
            “I’ll give you whatever you want, please, take my keys, my wallet, there’s two hundred dollars in there, just don’t hurt me, please,” Lexi pleaded as he pushed her against the wall.
            He stared at her. No smile. No reaction. Then she noticed the glimmer of a gun in his hand.
            He pushed even closer until she felt his lips against her ear. “You’ve been asking too many questions.”
            Lexi squeezed her eyes shut and pushed him away with all the strength that she could muster as pain seared through her body. She kicked him but he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him pressing the cold metal barrel against the flesh of her lower back. This was it. She was about to die. And all for nothing. She wondered if Dana had known she was going to die at the exact moment her car had veered off the road and slammed into the tree.
 
Purchase links
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00YAC0NLA?keywords=lethal%20disposal&qid=1452997317&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1
 
http://www.amazon.com.au/Lethal-Disposal-Kasia-Radzka-ebook/dp/B00YAC0NLA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1453285484&sr=8-1&keywords=lethal+disposal




author short bio
Kasia Radzka is an author, athlete wannabe, food & wine lover, and blogger, living with her husband and son on the Gold Coast, Australia. A run along the coastline generally gets her muse buzzing. You can contact her at kasiajradzka@gmail.com or stop by her website www.kasiaradzka.com.
 
author links - http://www.kasiaradzka.com
 
answer to character's questions


Nickname -
Lexi
 
What is your job -
Freelance Investigative Journalist
 
Favorite type of pet -
Dog, but she has no room for one in her life at the moment
 
Favorite place to visit -
Europe
 
Significant other -
It’s complicated
 
Most important goal -
To figure out who killed her friend
 
Thanks Kasia for stopping by,


Tina

Play It Again, Sam by Maryann Miller #EggcerptExchange #romancenovel

Today, I'm doing the Eggcerpt Exchange with Maryann Miller.


Play it Again, Sam is a romance featuring an older character who struggles to put her life back together after divorce.




BOOK BLURB
Life as she knows it ceases to exist for Samantha Rutgers when her husband of twenty-plus years decides he no longer loves her. The challenges are myriad. Can she build a life without him? Will her daughter always blame her? Can she ever trust a man again?
And what is she going to do about sex?
Sam never suspected there was anything wrong between her and John. Sure, the sex was scarce, but they weren’t newlyweds anymore. And if communication was suffering, it was only because John was working so much. She never dreamed it would come to this. Which is why their daughter, Melissa, blames Sam for the split. If she’d paid more attention, she would have noticed that Daddy was unhappy. The estrangement with Melissa devastates Sam almost as much as the divorce. It seems her only allies are her son, Eric, and her long-time friend, Margaret, who encourages Sam to come to Dallas after the divorce is final.
With Margaret’s prodding, Sam returns to college to finish the art degree she put on hold so many years ago. She takes a job as a receptionist at a small ad agency that offers potential for a creative role when she finishes college. And she meets Frank Reynolds, the head of Marketing and Public Relations for J.C. Penny.
Definitely not enjoying the forced celibacy of the past six months, Sam has an immediate physical reaction to this charming man with silver hair, but needs battle with an older value system that took her to her wedding night as a virgin.
[image error]EXCERPT  
Sam’s breath caught in her throat and her voice broke, “John, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m sorry.”
“But a divorce! How can you...?”
He shifted his gaze, fingering the pages of a magazine on the counter. Watching the pages flutter with a soft whoosh, she saw life as she knew it slipping away.
“John! Talk to me.”
“Please. Don’t make this any harder-”“What?” She didn’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “I should make it easy? You walk in here and end our marriage as casually as... as...” Emotion choked her and she took an angry swipe at the tears searing her cheeks.
“I didn’t want it to be this way.”
Sam took a deep breath. “Then why is it happening?”
A long, thin silence followed.
“Is there someone else?” she asked, barely having the courage to hear the answer.
“No.”
The denial came quickly. Too quickly?
“Don’t lie, John. Whatever you do, don’t lie.”
“I’m not. I swear.” He shifted his weight and looked away.
“Then talk to me,” she implored. “Tell me how we reached this point and I didn’t even have a clue.”
“It just happened.” He glanced at her, then away again. “I don’t know. One day I just knew I wasn’t happy anymore.”
Sam stared in disbelief. He was having a mid-life crisis? They used to laugh at people who let their lives fall apart like this.
“That isn’t a reason. It’s an excuse,” she said. “There has to be something else.”
“I told you there isn’t.” John raised his head in defiance and their eyes locked until Sam felt her composure about to crumble. The deep brown eyes that used to melt her heart now chilled her. Everything about him seemed to be changing. The square jaw she used to find strong and attractive was now hard and unyielding. And when had his hair thinned to mere wisps?
Feeling like she’d entered some strange time-warp, Sam shook her head in an effort to bring back the real John. It didn’t work. A stranger still stood in front of her.
“It’s not your fault.”
His words focused her wandering mind.
“It’s me,” he continued. “I should have told you sooner. It was cruel to keep living a lie.”
Slowly, she sank into a nearby chair as a new wave of pain washed over her. Did he mean their whole life had been a lie? A game?
This didn’t happen to couples like them. It happened to people who had nothing in common. People who cheated. Argued. Screamed at each other. Not to people who’d lived over twenty-five years together in relative harmony.
Sam felt the pain burning inside, rising and swelling like some alien invader. She wondered if it would tear her apart and scatter her in little pieces across the freshly scrubbed floor.
SHORT  BIO Story-telling has been in Maryann’s blood for as long as she can remember. She won her first writing contest at age 12, with a story about a horse. She still has that story, and a horse, but she now writers about people, especially strong women who rise above the circumstances in their lives to find a better one. She is a best-selling, award-winning author of books, screenplays and stage plays. When not writing she likes to play on stage or stay home and play on her little piece of East Texas heaven.
BUY LINK – See all formats on Maryann’s Book Page on her website
http://maryannwrites.com/books/play-it-again-sam/
 
AUTHOR LINKS – Amazon Author Page      http://www.amazon.com/Maryann-Miller/e/B001JP7Y1S/
Facebook Author Page   https://www.facebook.com/Maryann-Miller-176896965725974/
Author Website http://maryannwrites.com/
Character Questions:
What would I do if I won the lottery? What a great question. We all fantasize about that, don’t we?  First, I’d endow the Winnsboro Center For the Arts where I have been the theatre director for many years. WCA offers live concerts, theatre, exhibits, classes and workshops in all areas of creativity, and it has brought so much cultural enrichment and joy to the people in this rural East Texas area where I live. Then I would gift my church and my children. And maybe I’d give some to Sam so she could start her own advertising agency. Lest I sound too altruistic, I would buy myself a bigger ranch and hire some people full-time to help with the animals.
What is my favorite place to visit? I find it interesting that that will change for me depending on the day and my mood. At the top of the list is visiting my family. The bonds I have with siblings, children, grandchildren are strong, and those bonds pull us together. We enjoy gathering for great meals, games and lively conversations. I also love to go to nearby lakes and sit quietly, just absorbing the beauty around me. Sounds sappy, I know. But, hey, I live in a place where Mother Nature has done some of her best work. I live in the Piney Woods, which is resplendent with trees, gentle hills and lots of small lakes. What about you, does your “favorite place” change?
Level of Education or self-taught? While I have gone to college, it was not for classes related to writing, although I did once audit a Master’s Class in creative writing. My area of study was psychology and sociology, which certainly has helped me in understanding human nature – as much as anyone can understand. I have taken many writing workshops, including a six-week class with Joe Camp on screenwriting. Things that I learned there helped with acting and directing, in addition to what I learned about writing. On stage, or on screen, you don’t always need words. Next time you watch a movie, focus on what an actor can convey with a look or a gesture. I find it challenging, and interesting, to try to translate that into narrative fiction.
 
Thanks for sharing MaryAnn,


Tina

Lisa Ann R.O.S.E - Riders of Sins Eternal #EggcerptExchange

Title: R.O.S.E Riders of Sins EternalRelease Date: March 11 (re-release)Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance (18+ due to language, sexual content)Author: Lisa Ann





Tag line: Riders of Sins Eternal have only one law: Always pay your debtsLink to cover (if needed): http://lisaawritesreads.com/2016/02/0...

Blurb:Riders of Sins Eternal have only one law: Always pay your debts.

Alexandra Scott was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Striving to become a reporter in the fast paced world of journalism, she can’t believe it when she becomes the ‘breaking news’ after a night out with her best friend.

Garrick Donovan had come to terms with the deal he had made over a century ago, he had been able to get his revenge and nothing would make him regret that. While out cruising, he comes across a bunch of hoods attacking a young woman, something he can’t ignore.
Alexandra finds herself immersed in a world of dark secrets that could destroy both her and Garrick. It is now up to her to decide if what she and Garrick may have is worth the consequences or to get out while she still has time.

Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28937181-r-o-s-e-riders-of-sins-eternal

Excerpt:He hadn’t noticed that the woman was now out of the car, hunched down by her door, memorizing everything that was happening. Unfortunately, Happy had.

“Guess we’re going to get messy,” Happy answered, his voice high-pitched with nerves. Pulling her by the hair, he held her in front of him like a shield. Garrick wanted to double over laughing but kept his focus on rescuing the woman, clearing his throat instead.

Happy smiled when he mistook Garrick’s cough as nervousness. Alexandra struggled against his grip but Happy just laughed and held her tighter by both arms. “Oh, a fighter, I like that in the bedroom,” Happy whispered into her ear as he licked the side of her face.

Alexandra’s stomach rolled with disgust. She raised her knees into her chest and pushed her feet back as hard as she could; her three inch heels made contact and the howl that escaped his mouth was beyond satisfying to Garrick. Losing his grip, Alexandra spun around and punched him square in the nose.Garrick wanted to stop and applaud but it would have to wait; he was engaged in his own battle. Taking on the two remaining men, he had decided to put away his gun. One of the men laughed at the move and pulled out a switchblade before lunging at Garrick.

With one swift move, Garrick side-swiped the man, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, making him drop the knife. Raising his leg, he delivered a kick directly to the last man’s chest, knocking all the air out of him before turning around and delivering a head butt to the man he was holding that should have knocked them both out cold.

Free from her predicament, Alexandra rushed back to her car and frantically searched for her cell phone.

I’m in the biggest story of the night and I can’t reach my cell phone because I have hands the damn size of Sasquatch! Damn you, Dad!

She continued to curse her father’s name until she finally fished the phone from between the console and seat.

Garrick had subdued the other men and now had Happy, blood pouring from his nose, pinned against the back of her sedan when he heard the distinctive click.

You’ve got to be kidding me. He sighed. I stop to do one good thing, he thought as he gave Happy a left hook to the temple, watching as the man crumpled at his feet.

Another click sounded, then another and another. Alexandra didn’t want to miss one shot. Leaning over to get a close up of one of the men’s faces, she jumped when Garrick grabbed her hand.A bolt of electricity passed between them as he held her hand, wrestling the phone away. Their eyes met for a brief second before he took it from her grasp.

Purchase Links:Fighting with Amazon at the moment, they won’t let me mark it for a pre-order. This book will be on Amazon only for now.


Author Information:

Lisa Arrington works as an Information Security Associate by day and Writer by night. Lisa attended a local technical college and received an associate degree in Computer Networking which she put right to use. Lisa lives in Southern Arizona with her two sons and when not writing she can be found curled up on her favorite chair with Kindle in hand, reviewing books for her blog. Or chauffeuring the boys around town for basketball games or playing candy crush soda on her phone. She loves the color blue, can’t get enough cherry cheesecake ice cream or junior mints and will forever be in a power-struggle over the big screen TV with her youngest child.

Webpage: http://lisaawritesreads.com/Email: lisaawrites@gmail.comTwitter: @lisaawritesFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/lisaawrites/

Character Interview:Garrick Donovan

Interviewer: Belonging to a motorcycle club (MC), I take it that you have a nickname the guys like to call you?GD: {Grumbles} I got one, but they know better than to use it.

Interviewer: Oh, well, okay. What do you do for a living?GD: I’m a soul collectorInterviewer: Not a man of many words are you?GD: {just stares}

Interviewer: Ok. What’s your birthday?GD: {Shrugs} Not exactly sure, they didn’t keep great records back then. If I had to guess, September 1849.

Interviewer shuffles question cards: Do you have a fear or nightmare that plagues you?GD: {Sits up straight} As a matter of fact, I do. Recycling scares the shit out of me.Interviewer: {puzzled} Why does recycling scare you? It’s good for the planet!GD: {shaking his head} No, this recycling is when I die.

Interviewer wanting to get the heck of there: So is not getting recycled your most important goal?GD: Not anymore. Protecting the woman I love is.
Thanks for sharing,


Tina

D.E. Howard doing the #EggcerptExchange with Assaie's Gift

Book blurb:   Kia Deering is a normal teenage girl looking forward to celebrating her 18th birthday in style. What she didn't anticipate was the revelation that would change her life beyond recognition.


The Goddess Assaie fell for a human and gave up everything, including her identity, to be with him, sacrificing everything she ever knew in the name of true love.


When Kia discovered she was a descendant of the Goddess she had a year to embrace all that it meant or to turn her back on her destiny forever.


Kia had always believed herself to be ordinary but now she was extraordinary she had no idea if she could handle the potential of the power within her. Perhaps the handsome young man she meets in a nightclub could be the distraction she needed, or perhaps he will open up a whole new set of questions himself.

“A pantheonic love story with several twists on the theme, I can highly recommend this first novel by this author”
“Amazing book from start to end”
“I shall be recommending it to my friends”

Events from the past come together, in this fantastical romance, to change the present and nothing will ever be the same again, for any of them.

Read D E Howard's début novel Assaie's Gift and follow a love that began in another era.

 


Author info :D E Howard was born and raised in the small seaside town of Southport where she still resides. Enjoying writing for most of her adult life she only recently decided to turn her ideas into books. Part time gardener (just at home!), part time dog walker (for a crazy cairn terrier) and part time author she still has time for a full time job. Work pays the bills but writing feeds the soul. Her second book “Spirit of the Book” will be out soon.

 
Egg-cerpt :

 While Sofia fumbled in her bag for her mobile phone Kia raced around to the front of the car. From the back seat she hadn't been able to see the other vehicle which it appeared they had hit side on, crushing both the driver's door and the front of the taxi.  The driver, and sole occupant, of the other vehicle was motionless, blood covering his face as it ran freely from a large cut in his forehead.

“Are you all right?” She shouted, the driver's eyes flickering open in acknowledgement. “It's okay, we've called an ambulance... just stay where you are.”

Racing around to the driver's side of the taxi Kia stopped dead, the taxi driver was sprawled across the road before the car, his leg at a painfully unnatural angle, his body bloodied from the many cuts he sustained from the windscreen's glass. The thing that made Kia stop and take a deep breath however were his eyes, they were now wide open and staring up at the sky unblinking, they showed no sign of life.

Approaching him slowly Kia took some deep steadying breaths, she had taken a few first aid courses in college but nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Hello?” She said as she crouched down beside him. “Hello can you hear me?”


Getting no reaction Kia reached out a hand and gently shook the taxi driver's shoulder.

“Hello?” She said again, already knowing that it was too late for him to ever hear her again but unable to stop trying. “Please be all right... hello?”

Kneeling down closer to the driver Kia leaned over, holding her hair back, as she tried to listen for any sounds of breath but there were none, his eyes still stared lifelessly at the sky.

“What do I do?” Kia said quietly to herself as tears began to fill her eyes. This was not the way her birthday was supposed to end and she was certain that the taxi driver hadn't anticipated such a final end to his evening either.

Unable to do anything else Kia took hold of the driver's hand gently and closed her eyes. It didn't seem right to just leave him.

She didn't notice the burning sensation in her palm at first as her body was already full of aches from the collision but after a few minutes it was impossible to ignore and her eyes shot open to look down at the hand that held onto that of the driver. Kia wasn't certain but she thought she could see a strange white glow around their hands and then, as quickly as it started, the pain faded away and seconds later so did the glow.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Kia decided she was imagining things due to the stress of the accident.

Then the driver began to cough.

“What happened?” He asked, rubbing his free hand over his face as he straightened the leg that moments ago had seemed irrevocably broken.

“Accident,” Kia said, unable to form any more coherent words than that, relief flooding her body at the sound of the ambulance sirens rapidly approaching.

Time to get to know a little more about Kia Deering with this questionnaire:

1. Nickname:  My name is a little short to do much with, but friends do sometimes just call me “K”
2. Job: I'm currently a student, I was going to get a part time job to help out but mum wouldn't hear of it.
3. Level of schooling, or self-taught: That's still ongoing!
4. Birthdate: August 19th  - summer birthdays are the best
5. Birthplace: A little town you wouldn't have heard of – nowhere very exciting I'm afraid


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 Thanks for doing the Eggcerpt Exchange,
Tina