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November 29, 2013
Book Blitz: Lost in France by Jani Kay
Firebird Series: Lost in France
Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series.
Title: LOST IN FRANCE
Author: JANI KAY
~~~~ Series: FIREBIRD TRILOGY – BOOK ONE
Release Date: November 28th 2013 (TODAY)
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Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance.
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?
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Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
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She would love to hear from you, please email her at janikaybooks@gmail.com
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Book Blitz: Lost In France by Jani Kaly
Firebird Series: Lost in France
Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series.
Title: LOST IN FRANCE
Author: JANI KAY
~~~~ Series: FIREBIRD TRILOGY – BOOK ONE
Release Date: November 28th 2013 (TODAY)
Cover Design By: Cover it! Designs
~~~~
Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance.
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?
Please insert links here!! We will send out the links once we get them
Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
Website | Facebook | Goodreads
She would love to hear from you, please email her at janikaybooks@gmail.com
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Excerpt:
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” His deep voice matched his muscular body.
I lifted a brow, an amused smile spreading across my face.
Seriously?
That was the oldest pick up line in the book. Even I knew that.
“You really want an answer to that?” I shoved my empty glass toward him.
“Only if you really want to tell me.” The emphasis on the word ‘really’ sounded strange in his heavy German accent.
“But otherwise, if you just want to talk to me about the weather, that’s fine too.” He grinned.
I came to the bar for a drink, to drown my sorrows. Not to pick up men.
“I don’t really care for the weather.” I smirked.
“So I see.” His blue eyes glistened as I knocked back the third shot of tequila he’d placed in front of me.
I squinted at his name badge. “Listen Kurt, I'm not here for therapy. Save that for some other fool.”
I shifted the empty glass back over the counter. “Be a good boy and fill her up again.”
“That will be your last tequila,” he said, one eyebrow raised. “Responsible serving of alcohol.” He shrugged. “I would have to take your keys away too if you were driving.”
I cursed under my breath. Can't a girl just get drunk in peace?
“I'm walking,” I said as I slung back the fourth tequila, pulling a face as it burned down my throat.
“Good luck with that.” He gave me a knowing smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Been there, Kurt?
“What can you serve me next?” I remained optimistic that I’d get another drink out of the broad-shouldered barman.
“How about water?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Water?” I spluttered, “That’s for fish.”
He laughed. “Yes, and fish don’t have hangovers the next morning.”
“Don’t you worry about my hangover.”
Who is he – my father?
“I can offer you a glass of white wine if you promise to drink it slowly –” His expression was deadly serious.
I cringed. Wine was the last fucking thing I wanted. It reminded me of a Frenchman I wanted to forget. Of our times together.
“No wine.” I pouted like a spoilt brat.
“OK, I’ll make you my special concoction. You’ll love it.” He reached for the shaker on the counter. This looked promising.
“As long as it has hard liquor in it.” Was I slurring ever so slightly?
Taking a few bottles from the shelf, he poured some of each into the shaker. I watched as he carefully measured one shot of vodka.
“That’s all the alcohol I get? You’re mean.” I wrinkled my nose. How was I going to get wasted if he wouldn’t give me more alcohol?
“You will thank me in the morning.”
“I doubt it.” I took a sip, detecting cranberry juice. Healthy too. What the hell. This is a bar, not a frigging health club.
“I can't give you another one for a while, so go slow –”
He left me to nurse my drink. Men! I rolled my eyes. They were all the same. Controlling – always telling me what to do.
Screw that.
The next guy I hooked up with would be on my terms. I’d be the one in control. I’d had my fucking heart broken one too many times. I was well and truly over serious relationships.
I stared into my glass. This ‘falling in love thing’ was just not for me. Maybe I was destined to be alone. There was a word for that. Spinster. At the ripe old age of twenty nine. ‘Old maid’ was what my mother would call it. She’d be disappointed if I didn’t produce the statistical 2.6 grandchildren she was looking forward too. Oh well, she had Chloe and Lily, my younger sisters to provide the grandma experience.
Count me out of this one. Fuck all men.
I grimaced as I finished the last of my drink and stared at my empty glass with longing. Kurt had said to go slow. Damn.
November 24, 2013
Book Blitz and Giveaway: September Ends by Hunter S. Jones
Title: September Ends
Author: Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: October 1st, 2013
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.
My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.
My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.
One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.
I lived it in my heart and soul.
It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.
As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.
London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.
I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.
The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.
Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.
Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.
Magic.
My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.
If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.
The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.
Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.
September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.
September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love
because love happens when we least expect it.
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6
Excerpt:
So this is what it’s like. You see it on TV, the doctors waiting at the doors of the emergency room. A breathing mask going over my face. “Liz, you’re going to sleep for a while,” Dr. Crandon said. “I’ll be here for you when you awaken. You’re going to be okay.” And your face turning and smiling at me like the whole of my life was going to be all right, like you were looking out for me even as you left me.
That was when I heard a howl of grief from Mom in a distant, unknown waiting room.
Then you are there with me. I can see you. I want to follow you, go with you, but you wave me back. You won’t let me follow. You insist. The look on your face. The Cherokee warrior, or is that our grandfather? Crossing a log bridge over a ravine and you follow. I want to follow too, but you lift the log up and tip it into the abyss. You look at me. Our eyes meet. You wave to me. I’m weeping for you, Charles. And then you’re gone from me forever. I breathe in the inviting darkness surrounding me. It welcomes me with its soft caress.
Coming to, I’m waking up and it’s as if I surface to the top of a pond, only the pond is filled with clouds. Dreamy. Ethereal.
Dr. Crandon was there, just as he had promised. Remembering things said that I can’t recall. “Liz, Liz, you can wake up now. You’re a lucky girl. Your mom and dad, and half of the town are outside waiting for you to wake up. I’ll let them know.”
“What about Charles?” I whisper. Invisible shutters cover his eyes.
“Let me send your dad back to see you, Liz. Only one person at a time is allowed in ICU.” With that, Dr. C squeezes my hand and steps away. The sleepy dreamtime peace creeps over me.
One of the nurses shakes me gently, reviving me. “Liz, honey, you’ve had a concussion. I can’t let you go to sleep yet.”
Dad walks in. His lanky frame darkens the doorway. He pauses, just a hesitation, a moment. Then, he’s at my bedside, taking my hand.
“You’ve always been a survivor, my little girl. I saw it in you when you were born. You were born fighting, Liz. You’re my survivor.”
I plead with his eyes. “Daddy, why won’t anyone tell me about Charles? I know he’s dead. When will someone tell me?”
Dad sits on the hospital bed, cups my hand in both of his. “Yes, baby, he’s gone.” I saw your death in Dad’s face as he admitted he’d lost you, his only son.
Then it’s about me. “You’re in rough shape, sister. Every rib around your heart is cracked. You have a concussion and you dislocated your shoulder. But, you are going to be all right. You are going to be all right. You’ll have to get well so you can help me handle your mother.”
And that’s how it’s been, Charles.
The same old story. Dad and Mom, me in the middle, getting lost, in the way, getting it wrong, cracking up, too much of everything, but never enough. Mom going on and on. Why did you stop just there? Why was he driving? Why? Why? Why?
And then it started. One shrink after another. Like I wasn’t grieving properly, or something. Like I had some new and nasty problem that needed to be fixed. God, I needed you there. You were the only one who could have helped me and you were gone.
All the docs wanted was the money. Write a script. Give another pill, same old story. Just another messed up kid. Not a one of them gave a damn about the pain and my loss and sense of always being abandoned.
You were my best friend, Charles, my only brother. Eleven months apart in age. More like twins. Same nose, same blue eyes, same blond, wavy hair. You the natural athlete. Me, your equal. Remember when I beat you at running? At everything, almost. I always have been one competitive girl.
I still can’t believe you’re gone, Charles. I never will.
You were my confidante, my buddy. You were the one who always made everything right for me. You were the fun one, the good-looking guy with the great sense of humor. I was always a little bit off the mark, more of a loner. Always surrounded by people, always alone, since I was a kid. That sense of aloneness and I are the best of friends. You know how hurt I was when Grandfather died when I was 13? He was the only one who ever told me I was pretty. You did sometimes, kinda. Almost. In a joking way. You two were the only ones who made me feel as if I was part of something and you are both gone. Forever.
How many times am I going to tell this story? The doctor looks up from his note taking.
I have to ask. “Am I crazy?”
“No, you are not crazy, Liz. You have survived a terrible accident. You have had a series of disappointments and losses beyond anything a typical nineteen-year-old has to contend with.”
“I once had a patient who constantly saw a Christmas tree. All the ornaments on the tree were the faces of the women he had slept with in the past. He saw the tree sitting in the room, no matter where he was. From the corner of his eye, he would see this Christmas tree when he was awake. And, when he was asleep, the ornaments would fly off the tree with each of the women screaming at him.
“That’s crazy, Liz. You’re not crazy. You have a touch of melancholia, that’s all.”
Melancholia, he says. What the hell? Isn’t that what the romantic poets had? Better than being plain depressed, I suppose.
He tells me I’m sad, numb. I remember everything about the crash. He asks me to place the memory in a box for now. I am to imagine all that pain and place it all in an imaginary box. I am to lock the box with an imaginary key. I am to keep the key. I can unlock the box as I can handle the feelings and I can unlock it when I want to open it. When I am ready. I am in control. Meanwhile, I am to take some nice little pills in a nice little pillbox.
He asks me why I’m majoring in English Lit. Did I find reading all that Keats and Shelley saddening? Did I empathize with the sad things they wrote about? We discuss words. It’s like I’m some human crossword puzzle he’s trying to solve.
I tell him I see through words. He doesn’t get it. I run that line from Antony and Cleopatra his way, you know the one, my fav from the Bard: “With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate of life at once untie.” He doesn’t get it. I spell it out. Life is intrinsically intricate. Shakespeare nailed it. I tell the doc I don’t need the medication. He tells me I have no choice.
He gives me one of those I’ve-had-enough-of-you looks, tells me there’s nothing really wrong with me. I am to study hard. Vanderbilt is an excellent school. It’s HIS alma mater! I am to get on the school paper. Writing will be a good outlet for me. I am to keep a journal, too. A girlie diary. Doing articles will help me focus on others and a diary will help me understand my own feelings better.
It is one of the few sensible things he says and one piece of advice I actually follow, dear Diary.
It gets better. I am to play tennis, run, play volleyball. Exercise the blues away - every day. Get those endorphins pumpin'.
Meanwhile, keep taking the numb pills “a while longer.”
“What is ‘a while longer’?” I ask. “Six more years?” I tell him just what I think about the meds.
No, no more Dr. Nice.
I am underage until I am 21. My parents want the meds continued until I am out of school and turn 21. I have a history of suicide attempts. Lies!
He knows I WILL recover.
“What, from the medication?” I ask him.
My parents are “concerned.” And then he hits me with, “You are not helping yourself by continuing to drink. That works against the medication.” Doesn’t he know all students drink? Doesn’t he know I just want to be like everyone else? He waves my grades in front of me. I can’t believe it. He actually has a copy of my grades.
So, I’m not like everyone else. So I’m above average in this, outstanding in that. So what? He wants to make me believe in myself. And then he tells me. I don’t need him. The answers are all within me. I need direction, that’s all. Why don’t I come back in three months instead of three weeks?
Like, YES! So the deal is I take the pills and skip the torture.
He was right about the writing, though. It works.
I write a blog for the school. I PROMISE TO LEAVE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE - THE ANATOMY OF NUMBNESS. I can write, it seems.
The next time I see Dr. Nice, I take him a blog on MELANCHOLIA AND THE MODERN AMERICAN DISILLUSIONED ROMANTIC TEEN. I follow this up with THE GIRL CHATTERTON.
He knows I am toying with him. Is he hitting on me? I do believe he is. Or maybe he just wants me to think he is. He’s 32 and married with a young son called Daniel. In the end, it is he who rejects me, refuses further appointments. Says I no longer need him.
Even my shrink.
So, dear Diary, will you reject me, too? Will you? Should we stop this now before someone gets abandoned again? Do I stop you right here?
I think so. (I believe this is the end.)
Author Bio:
HUNTER S. JONES -Novelist. Exile on Peachtree Street.
Lover of all the finer things in life.
The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.
Currently, I have a music/entertainment blog @ExPatsPost.com. My debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, was published in 2012.
Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice have always fascinated me, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I also adore the works of John Grisham, and own a huge selection of his books. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my husband, my books, too many clothes, too many shoes and way too many stacks of notepads and journals.
September 2013 will see the launch of my first novel, a contemporary romance, written in collaboration with English author and poet, R.J. Askew.
Links:
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/huntersjones101
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/messages/HunterSJones101
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Blog: http://www.huntersjones.com
Thanks so much for dropping by today Hunter. I'm sure the readers would like to know more about you, so lets jump right into the questions. :)
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Writing has always been there. I wrote my first word at six months. It is just a part of me that has always found a channel. All those words…my life has been nothing but a bunch of words.
How long did it take you to write your book?
The anonymous English Poet and I began tossing the concept for SEPTEMBER ENDS around in April. We developed the three main characters and the synopsis first. Then, he wrote the poetry as the spine of the novel. I wrote the prose. By the end of the novel we were both writing frantically. The Story revealed itself as we wrote it. What an incredible artistic experience.
What genre is your book? What made you choose to write in that category?
SEPTEMBER ENDS was written as a Contemporary Romance with erotic and supernatural elements, bound together by poetry. Amazon changed its category to Literature & Fiction; Poetry. No one was more surprised and delighted than Mr. Poet and me, no doubt.
What was your work schedule like when you were writing?
The main physical impetuous beyond the storyline on SEPTEMBER ENDS was the fact that my mom was entering the terminal stage of cancer. I spent most of the last few months in Tennessee taking care of her. My collaborator knew I needed a creative outlet to balance out such an emotive stage of my personal life. We worked on the storyline before I went to my farm in Tennessee, which has no internet. I would take care of her during the day and write at night. My collaborator would patiently wait for me to return the emails for him to edit. We worked daily at writing, developing and tweaking the story until it went for final edits in late August.
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Great question. As a writer, are you REALLY only going to allow me ONE quirk? Okay…I have a four page character analysis which enables me to know everything – height, weight, eye color, favorite food, and grandparents – everything about each main character.
Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
The Story, The Muse, finds me. The Story is given to me from the creative chaos that all art is delivered from.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
SEPTEMBER ENDS is my fourth book. It is my favorite because it takes in all the spectrums of the rainbow of life.
Are you currently working on another book? If so, is it part of a series or something different?
My collaborator and I have a concept in mind for future development. Everything we release is agreed on mutually. Maybe he can drop in and give you an update in a few months. How would that work?
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Well, reading. Does that go without saying?
And…shopping. I love to shop and love people. Having mindless conversations with people I don’t know is one of my favorite things. You know, just getting an idea of how other people think, what they do, how they feel…love all that.
What does your family think of your writing?
My only family is my husband and father. They are happy to know that I have a creative outlet. Now, I don’t talk as much because I’m funneling all that energy into written words instead of spoken words! A few other relatives know I write, but it’s no big thing. Everyone has a life and their own story to tell.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned about yourself in creating your books?
Oh, another fantastic question. Thank you for asking something so thought provoking. The most surprising thing I’ve discovered about myself is that I’m a creative, original spirit. I am very thankful for that and VERY thankful for having an imagination that knows no boundaries.
Do you have any suggestions to help others become a better writer? If so, what are they?
Stephen King says to write everyday. We should probably listen to him.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say
My readers are fab! They email, tweet, face, pin…everything. They are very supportive of indie writers, musicians and artists of every field. We become friends. You know, I have author pages and all that, but I prefer just having friends, just connecting. That’s more important. We meet through virtual means but become real friends.
What do you think makes a good story?
Any story from the heart is a good story. Any imaginative story from the heart is a great story. A good story is like love…you know it when you feel it but you can’t define it.
As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
Become a salesman. No really, I’ve always wanted to be a famous writer. I can thank my mom for that. She always encouraged me to read. I had read Sonnets from the Portuguese and Gone With The Wind by the time I was ten years old. Mother encouraged me to write and exercise my imagination. Thankfully, I was gifted such a special spirit as a Mother.
Are you self published or do you have a publisher? If self published, what made you decide to go that route?
Self published and why not? We can do it ourselves now. I’m thankful to the major publishers because they gave the written word to the public over 200 years ago. If they knocked on my door they would be welcomed as a friend. But, as we say down South, “I ain’t got all day”. If a writer can get a story out now, let’s do it by any necessary means.
Do you have a website, fan page, blog or twitter we can pass on to your fans?
About.me/huntersjones1 has all my connections…Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, purchase links…everything on one centralized location.
I am very social media friendly. Please feel free to friend, follow me whatever.
Where can your books be found? Please list Your author page from amazon and links to your books anywhere else they can be purchased. Thank you
Hunter S. Jones Amazon Author page:
http://www.amazon.com/Hunter-S.-Jones/e/B009SLNLKS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
SEPTEMBER ENDS Amazon link:
http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6
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Author: Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: October 1st, 2013
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.
My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.
My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.
One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.
I lived it in my heart and soul.
It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.
As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.
London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.
I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.
The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.
Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.
Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.
Magic.
My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.
If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.
The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.
Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.
September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.
September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love
because love happens when we least expect it.
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6
Excerpt:
So this is what it’s like. You see it on TV, the doctors waiting at the doors of the emergency room. A breathing mask going over my face. “Liz, you’re going to sleep for a while,” Dr. Crandon said. “I’ll be here for you when you awaken. You’re going to be okay.” And your face turning and smiling at me like the whole of my life was going to be all right, like you were looking out for me even as you left me.
That was when I heard a howl of grief from Mom in a distant, unknown waiting room.
Then you are there with me. I can see you. I want to follow you, go with you, but you wave me back. You won’t let me follow. You insist. The look on your face. The Cherokee warrior, or is that our grandfather? Crossing a log bridge over a ravine and you follow. I want to follow too, but you lift the log up and tip it into the abyss. You look at me. Our eyes meet. You wave to me. I’m weeping for you, Charles. And then you’re gone from me forever. I breathe in the inviting darkness surrounding me. It welcomes me with its soft caress.
Coming to, I’m waking up and it’s as if I surface to the top of a pond, only the pond is filled with clouds. Dreamy. Ethereal.
Dr. Crandon was there, just as he had promised. Remembering things said that I can’t recall. “Liz, Liz, you can wake up now. You’re a lucky girl. Your mom and dad, and half of the town are outside waiting for you to wake up. I’ll let them know.”
“What about Charles?” I whisper. Invisible shutters cover his eyes.
“Let me send your dad back to see you, Liz. Only one person at a time is allowed in ICU.” With that, Dr. C squeezes my hand and steps away. The sleepy dreamtime peace creeps over me.
One of the nurses shakes me gently, reviving me. “Liz, honey, you’ve had a concussion. I can’t let you go to sleep yet.”
Dad walks in. His lanky frame darkens the doorway. He pauses, just a hesitation, a moment. Then, he’s at my bedside, taking my hand.
“You’ve always been a survivor, my little girl. I saw it in you when you were born. You were born fighting, Liz. You’re my survivor.”
I plead with his eyes. “Daddy, why won’t anyone tell me about Charles? I know he’s dead. When will someone tell me?”
Dad sits on the hospital bed, cups my hand in both of his. “Yes, baby, he’s gone.” I saw your death in Dad’s face as he admitted he’d lost you, his only son.
Then it’s about me. “You’re in rough shape, sister. Every rib around your heart is cracked. You have a concussion and you dislocated your shoulder. But, you are going to be all right. You are going to be all right. You’ll have to get well so you can help me handle your mother.”
And that’s how it’s been, Charles.
The same old story. Dad and Mom, me in the middle, getting lost, in the way, getting it wrong, cracking up, too much of everything, but never enough. Mom going on and on. Why did you stop just there? Why was he driving? Why? Why? Why?
And then it started. One shrink after another. Like I wasn’t grieving properly, or something. Like I had some new and nasty problem that needed to be fixed. God, I needed you there. You were the only one who could have helped me and you were gone.
All the docs wanted was the money. Write a script. Give another pill, same old story. Just another messed up kid. Not a one of them gave a damn about the pain and my loss and sense of always being abandoned.
You were my best friend, Charles, my only brother. Eleven months apart in age. More like twins. Same nose, same blue eyes, same blond, wavy hair. You the natural athlete. Me, your equal. Remember when I beat you at running? At everything, almost. I always have been one competitive girl.
I still can’t believe you’re gone, Charles. I never will.
You were my confidante, my buddy. You were the one who always made everything right for me. You were the fun one, the good-looking guy with the great sense of humor. I was always a little bit off the mark, more of a loner. Always surrounded by people, always alone, since I was a kid. That sense of aloneness and I are the best of friends. You know how hurt I was when Grandfather died when I was 13? He was the only one who ever told me I was pretty. You did sometimes, kinda. Almost. In a joking way. You two were the only ones who made me feel as if I was part of something and you are both gone. Forever.
How many times am I going to tell this story? The doctor looks up from his note taking.
I have to ask. “Am I crazy?”
“No, you are not crazy, Liz. You have survived a terrible accident. You have had a series of disappointments and losses beyond anything a typical nineteen-year-old has to contend with.”
“I once had a patient who constantly saw a Christmas tree. All the ornaments on the tree were the faces of the women he had slept with in the past. He saw the tree sitting in the room, no matter where he was. From the corner of his eye, he would see this Christmas tree when he was awake. And, when he was asleep, the ornaments would fly off the tree with each of the women screaming at him.
“That’s crazy, Liz. You’re not crazy. You have a touch of melancholia, that’s all.”
Melancholia, he says. What the hell? Isn’t that what the romantic poets had? Better than being plain depressed, I suppose.
He tells me I’m sad, numb. I remember everything about the crash. He asks me to place the memory in a box for now. I am to imagine all that pain and place it all in an imaginary box. I am to lock the box with an imaginary key. I am to keep the key. I can unlock the box as I can handle the feelings and I can unlock it when I want to open it. When I am ready. I am in control. Meanwhile, I am to take some nice little pills in a nice little pillbox.
He asks me why I’m majoring in English Lit. Did I find reading all that Keats and Shelley saddening? Did I empathize with the sad things they wrote about? We discuss words. It’s like I’m some human crossword puzzle he’s trying to solve.
I tell him I see through words. He doesn’t get it. I run that line from Antony and Cleopatra his way, you know the one, my fav from the Bard: “With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate of life at once untie.” He doesn’t get it. I spell it out. Life is intrinsically intricate. Shakespeare nailed it. I tell the doc I don’t need the medication. He tells me I have no choice.
He gives me one of those I’ve-had-enough-of-you looks, tells me there’s nothing really wrong with me. I am to study hard. Vanderbilt is an excellent school. It’s HIS alma mater! I am to get on the school paper. Writing will be a good outlet for me. I am to keep a journal, too. A girlie diary. Doing articles will help me focus on others and a diary will help me understand my own feelings better.
It is one of the few sensible things he says and one piece of advice I actually follow, dear Diary.
It gets better. I am to play tennis, run, play volleyball. Exercise the blues away - every day. Get those endorphins pumpin'.
Meanwhile, keep taking the numb pills “a while longer.”
“What is ‘a while longer’?” I ask. “Six more years?” I tell him just what I think about the meds.
No, no more Dr. Nice.
I am underage until I am 21. My parents want the meds continued until I am out of school and turn 21. I have a history of suicide attempts. Lies!
He knows I WILL recover.
“What, from the medication?” I ask him.
My parents are “concerned.” And then he hits me with, “You are not helping yourself by continuing to drink. That works against the medication.” Doesn’t he know all students drink? Doesn’t he know I just want to be like everyone else? He waves my grades in front of me. I can’t believe it. He actually has a copy of my grades.
So, I’m not like everyone else. So I’m above average in this, outstanding in that. So what? He wants to make me believe in myself. And then he tells me. I don’t need him. The answers are all within me. I need direction, that’s all. Why don’t I come back in three months instead of three weeks?
Like, YES! So the deal is I take the pills and skip the torture.
He was right about the writing, though. It works.
I write a blog for the school. I PROMISE TO LEAVE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE - THE ANATOMY OF NUMBNESS. I can write, it seems.
The next time I see Dr. Nice, I take him a blog on MELANCHOLIA AND THE MODERN AMERICAN DISILLUSIONED ROMANTIC TEEN. I follow this up with THE GIRL CHATTERTON.
He knows I am toying with him. Is he hitting on me? I do believe he is. Or maybe he just wants me to think he is. He’s 32 and married with a young son called Daniel. In the end, it is he who rejects me, refuses further appointments. Says I no longer need him.
Even my shrink.
So, dear Diary, will you reject me, too? Will you? Should we stop this now before someone gets abandoned again? Do I stop you right here?
I think so. (I believe this is the end.)
Author Bio:
HUNTER S. JONES -Novelist. Exile on Peachtree Street.
Lover of all the finer things in life.
The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.
Currently, I have a music/entertainment blog @ExPatsPost.com. My debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, was published in 2012.
Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice have always fascinated me, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I also adore the works of John Grisham, and own a huge selection of his books. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my husband, my books, too many clothes, too many shoes and way too many stacks of notepads and journals.
September 2013 will see the launch of my first novel, a contemporary romance, written in collaboration with English author and poet, R.J. Askew.
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Thanks so much for dropping by today Hunter. I'm sure the readers would like to know more about you, so lets jump right into the questions. :)
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Writing has always been there. I wrote my first word at six months. It is just a part of me that has always found a channel. All those words…my life has been nothing but a bunch of words.
How long did it take you to write your book?
The anonymous English Poet and I began tossing the concept for SEPTEMBER ENDS around in April. We developed the three main characters and the synopsis first. Then, he wrote the poetry as the spine of the novel. I wrote the prose. By the end of the novel we were both writing frantically. The Story revealed itself as we wrote it. What an incredible artistic experience.
What genre is your book? What made you choose to write in that category?
SEPTEMBER ENDS was written as a Contemporary Romance with erotic and supernatural elements, bound together by poetry. Amazon changed its category to Literature & Fiction; Poetry. No one was more surprised and delighted than Mr. Poet and me, no doubt.
What was your work schedule like when you were writing?
The main physical impetuous beyond the storyline on SEPTEMBER ENDS was the fact that my mom was entering the terminal stage of cancer. I spent most of the last few months in Tennessee taking care of her. My collaborator knew I needed a creative outlet to balance out such an emotive stage of my personal life. We worked on the storyline before I went to my farm in Tennessee, which has no internet. I would take care of her during the day and write at night. My collaborator would patiently wait for me to return the emails for him to edit. We worked daily at writing, developing and tweaking the story until it went for final edits in late August.
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Great question. As a writer, are you REALLY only going to allow me ONE quirk? Okay…I have a four page character analysis which enables me to know everything – height, weight, eye color, favorite food, and grandparents – everything about each main character.
Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
The Story, The Muse, finds me. The Story is given to me from the creative chaos that all art is delivered from.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
SEPTEMBER ENDS is my fourth book. It is my favorite because it takes in all the spectrums of the rainbow of life.
Are you currently working on another book? If so, is it part of a series or something different?
My collaborator and I have a concept in mind for future development. Everything we release is agreed on mutually. Maybe he can drop in and give you an update in a few months. How would that work?
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Well, reading. Does that go without saying?
And…shopping. I love to shop and love people. Having mindless conversations with people I don’t know is one of my favorite things. You know, just getting an idea of how other people think, what they do, how they feel…love all that.
What does your family think of your writing?
My only family is my husband and father. They are happy to know that I have a creative outlet. Now, I don’t talk as much because I’m funneling all that energy into written words instead of spoken words! A few other relatives know I write, but it’s no big thing. Everyone has a life and their own story to tell.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned about yourself in creating your books?
Oh, another fantastic question. Thank you for asking something so thought provoking. The most surprising thing I’ve discovered about myself is that I’m a creative, original spirit. I am very thankful for that and VERY thankful for having an imagination that knows no boundaries.
Do you have any suggestions to help others become a better writer? If so, what are they?
Stephen King says to write everyday. We should probably listen to him.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say
My readers are fab! They email, tweet, face, pin…everything. They are very supportive of indie writers, musicians and artists of every field. We become friends. You know, I have author pages and all that, but I prefer just having friends, just connecting. That’s more important. We meet through virtual means but become real friends.
What do you think makes a good story?
Any story from the heart is a good story. Any imaginative story from the heart is a great story. A good story is like love…you know it when you feel it but you can’t define it.
As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
Become a salesman. No really, I’ve always wanted to be a famous writer. I can thank my mom for that. She always encouraged me to read. I had read Sonnets from the Portuguese and Gone With The Wind by the time I was ten years old. Mother encouraged me to write and exercise my imagination. Thankfully, I was gifted such a special spirit as a Mother.
Are you self published or do you have a publisher? If self published, what made you decide to go that route?
Self published and why not? We can do it ourselves now. I’m thankful to the major publishers because they gave the written word to the public over 200 years ago. If they knocked on my door they would be welcomed as a friend. But, as we say down South, “I ain’t got all day”. If a writer can get a story out now, let’s do it by any necessary means.
Do you have a website, fan page, blog or twitter we can pass on to your fans?
About.me/huntersjones1 has all my connections…Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, purchase links…everything on one centralized location.
I am very social media friendly. Please feel free to friend, follow me whatever.
Where can your books be found? Please list Your author page from amazon and links to your books anywhere else they can be purchased. Thank you
Hunter S. Jones Amazon Author page:
http://www.amazon.com/Hunter-S.-Jones/e/B009SLNLKS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
SEPTEMBER ENDS Amazon link:
http://www.amazon.com/September-Ends-ebook/dp/B00FJD05YO/ref=la_B009SLNLKS_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380674120&sr=1-6
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November 23, 2013
Book Blitz and Giveaway: From Gods by Mary Ting
Title: From GodsAuthor: Mary Ting
Genre: Young Adult
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis:Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of Zeus’s descendants.
Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the attraction was inevitable.
Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers. Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the descendants of ancient gods, all who have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her. Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she find the answers, or will she die trying?
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Excerpts:
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Skylar jumped, startled by the sound. “Sorry officer,” she whimpered, starting the engine just to roll down the window and then quickly shutting it off again. The flashlight shone brightly, blocking her view, but she got a breath of the hot, sticky air that clung to her skin. Having the air conditioner on in her car, she had forgotten how hot it was. Even at night, the weather was intolerable.
Hoping not to offend him or her, she moved a little to the left and got a clear view of his gorgeous, young face. With instant combustion, her heart fluttered a mile a minute and her stomach churned nervously. She felt her face grow hot as she flushed and the temperature in her body shot up, either from the sight of him or the searing weather…perhaps the combination of both. Whatever it was, he was the gravity pulling her in. She was wrapped in his invisible force, visually taking all of his hotness in, and she was almost sure he was looking back at her with the same intensity. Breathe…breathe…exhale.
She had heard of love at first sight, but this was more like lust at first sight. What is wrong with me? Stop staring! Sheepishly, she unglued her eyes from his beautiful greenish blue ones; she couldn’t tell exactly what color they were. Trying not to stare, she saw a pearl drop of sweat trickle down from his hairline. She didn’t want to look into his eyes again, for fear she may get lost in them and not be able to look away.
Shifting her view, she focused on his uniform that fit perfectly to the curve of his muscles. His clean-shaven face brought out his high cheekbones, and every part of him looked flawless, from his hair to his broad shoulders, and all the way down as far as she could see. She had seen good-looking cops, mostly on television, but for goodness sake…sizzle!
“Could I see your driver’s license?” he said flatly in his masculine low tone.
Pause. Even the tone of his voice made her heart race. Get a grip! Do you have a girl friend?
“Your driver’s license?”
Author Bio:
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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November 19, 2013
Book Blitz: The Journey by JaimeLynn Booth
Title: The JourneyAuthor: JaimeLynn Boothe
Genre: General Fiction
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis:Samantha Jenson is trapped in a world like so many others; a world full of fear and death. A world where the disease of addiction has an iron grasp on her life and controls her soul so powerfully even the strongest of men would cower down on his knees and beg for mercy. A world where she struggles to escape and tries to live at least somewhat of a normal life.
Here is the story of a young woman, deeply addicted to the drug called “Intimacy”. Her life has been a disaster because of her addictions through the years but this particular drug is her master. Samantha has lost everything but most importantly her desire to live.
Can Samantha escape the talons her demons have on her? Can Samantha regain control of her life and tear down the walls of despair? Will she regain hope, her desire to live and her family? Travel with her on her journey and see what happens in her world. You just might be able to relate.
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Excerpt:
I wake up with the sunshine on my face and I smile as I hear the song of a bird on the window sill. I lay in bed for a few minutes with the knowledge that today is my day off and what’s in store for me. I get to see my little angel! I am so excited. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms again, to give her a kiss, and tell her I love her. I look forward to hearing her sweet voice and seeing her smile.
I look towards the window and I can see the bird who is blessing me with its song. What a lovely way to wake up, I think to myself. Closing my eyes, I lay, relishing the wonderful way it feels to be able to wake up in a comfortable bed, not feeling the way I used to feel, and having so many blessings in my life. I think about how the patients in Fellowship Manor are doing right now as they wake up. I remember how it felt to wake up there. It wasn’t easy at first but it got better.
I lay in bed for a few minutes more and I say a prayer full of gratitude and for everyone in there and whoever needs to go. I also know how hard it can be to make yourself go into a place like that. You have to need it and know it, that’s for sure. More importantly, you have to want it. Having to pee and wanting some coffee finally forces me from beneath the comfortable place my body would still like to be.
“I can’t stay in bed all day,” I say to myself. I go to the bathroom and relieve myself, wash my hands, and then go to the kitchen to make some coffee when my cell phone rings. I look at it and see that it’s my sister. In my mind, I think she is excited to see me and I smile at the fact she’s calling me. I answer the phone as I reach for the can of coffee out of the cabinet.
“Good morning, Sis,” I say to her with a smile still on my face. She doesn’t hesitate with me as she has fear in her voice that I sense immediately.
“There’s been an accident,” Harmony starts, “I am sorry to call you with this, Sam, but you need to get here as soon as you can.”
My heart drops and I can feel the fear of Beth being hurt overwhelm me. “What’s wrong? Tell me, what’s wrong? Is Beth okay?” I ask her.
“She’s in the hospital. She was hit by a car this morning and she’s in intensive care right now. Can you get here?” she asks me.
“Oh my God! I…I…I don’t have a car,” I tell her, “I will call a cab or call my roommate and see if she can take me. Is she going to be okay?” I ask her as tears fill my eyes and quickly overflow down my face.
Author Bio:
JamieLynn Boothe is a laid back southern boy who was born and raised in the small town of Moneta, Virginia, currently residing in Torrington, Ct. however. Working a full-time job as he writes he works on fulfilling his lifelong dream of being a successful author.
JamieLynn enjoys the simple things in life such as good music, movies that make you laugh, cry, and afraid. He loves cats, eating good home-cooked southern food, art, travelling, nature, family and time with friends as well as time to himself.
Writing is his passion, and JamieLynn loves creating books that touch another person’s heart and soul. He has written two books so far. Nightmares and Dreams, a novel, and The Journey, a novella. He is currently working on the sequel to Nightmares and Dreams, and a new love story.
JamieLynn is currently single but hopes to find that special woman one day.
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November 17, 2013
Book Blitz and Giveaway: The Virgin Charmer by Rachel A. Olson
Tite: The Virgin Charmer (The Triple Goddess Trilogy: Book One)Author: Rachel A Olson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
BLURB:Hope Richards has only ever known the life of a big city girl. When her boss gives her an ultimatum, she decided to try out the country life during her forced vacation. After falling in love with a mysterious old mansion on the edge of a town that time forgot, Hope finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of someone else's crazy love obsession, and realizes in the middle of it all how lacking her own life is in that department. Hope is faced with a decision: return to the mundane life she thought was her passion, or find a way to experience something far stronger that she secretly yearns for.
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EXCERPT:
“I think we should get a drink before we start Q and A.” The sound of Abigail’s voice made Hope jump enough to bump her knees on the table. Her tone was ice cold, sending prickly chills down Hope’s spine. She only nodded, certain that questioning how Abigail could be so dead about something involving her own brother would be a bad idea.
Abigail snapped her fingers in the air two times, and the man behind the bar immediately jumped on command. The closer he got, the stronger the pull became that Hope had felt previously. He walked with his face downcast, most likely watching where he stepped in an attempt to avoid tripping on anything or anyone. When he finally reached their table, Hope was in the middle of scrambling away, utterly terrified by what she was feeling. As soon as she caught sight of his face, her chair tipped back with her still in it.
Hope found herself sprawled out on a grubby wooden floor that didn’t look like it’d been swept in several days. Her sweater had somehow tangled itself around and between her knees, making any attempt she made to stand look very similar to a fish out of water.
Hope stopped all futile attempts to stand independently when a very masculine hand jabbed itself in front of her nose. With large, crossed eyes, she gasped and managed to scoot away from the floating hand by a few measly inches. A deep, silky chuckle rolled across languid airwaves and nearly choked Hope with its thick perfume. Hope glanced up through half mast eyes at the blurred face hovering just beyond the floating hand, and smiled crookedly, one eyebrow popping up a hair higher than the other. Another bout of chuckling ensued just as something lifted Hope to her seat.
“...Bump her head?”
“I’m...sure.”
Hope was only grasping portions of surrounding conversation. Her head swam through an enervated, unknown substance, causing a reaction similar to that of narcotics. She tried to shake herself and clear her mind, but whatever it was, it insisted on clinging tightly to every inch of her, inside and out.
“Do you mind telling me what your nose is doing on my boyfriend?” Hope was ripped from her strange trance when a cold, bony little hand landed abruptly on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, finding that her nose was indeed buried into the chest of a man.
No, not just any man. The man. The one that was causing the pull.
“Holy shit,” she muttered to herself, stuck in the glistening eyes of a man several years younger than herself. She was fully aware of the stares she was earning, as well as a perfectly annoyed Abigail behind her. She was also aware that, at that particular moment, she didn’t have the willpower to pull away from the younger man directly in front of her, or whatever it was that possessed her.
Slowly, Mr. Gloriously Addictive stepped away from her snout, swallowing loudly as he did. Hope could hear Abigail impatiently tapping her foot on the floor. The further he got from her, the stronger she felt. Finally, Hope managed to turn a bit to look at Abigail over her shoulder, knowing her cheeks would match the color of unfriendly fire. She opened her mouth to apologize, and the next thing she knew, she was falling face first toward the table. Abigail clumsily caught her full weight, gently lowering her into the nearest chair. Hope opened a single eye, finding the bartender entirely too close for comfort, and no doubt the cause of her sudden lack of leg control and balance.
He was frowning at her, probably just like Hope frowned at him. Abigail popped up out of nowhere next to him, the man that was yet to own a name, offering Hope a crystal clear glass of liquid heaven. She swallowed a mouthful, expecting it to slide down like the cool, refreshing water it should’ve been. Except it wasn’t water, and it ignited the very fires of hell in her throat and belly.
“Sorry,” Abigail winced as Hope coughed and sputtered. “I should’ve told you it was Vodka. Your weird dizzy spells and swooning had me convinced you were in desperate need of a hard drink.” Hope only offered a half smile, practically glaring up at the man still standing entirely too close to her. “Oh jeez, my manners ran away with my good mood. This is Garrett, my boyfriend.” Garrett offered a friendly hand to shake, but Hope just stared at it. She was more concerned about the close proximity of that hand, and why his very presence made her feel like her skeleton had decided to take a vacation without the rest of her.
“I think I need some fresh air,” Hope finally managed to announce.
AUTHOR BIO:
Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her three-year-old, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her young son, just a few blocks from a city park, the public schools, and her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping strawberry wine, and head banging to music that doesn't carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.
"The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There's no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There's no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included."
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November 16, 2013
Book Blitz: Only Half Alive by Konstanz Silverbow
Book: Only Half Alive – Author: Konstanz Silverbow – Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Blurb: The world's darkest creature will be their brightest hope!
While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn't want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.
The greatest battle of light vs dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.
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Author Bio:
Konstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn't stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion.
During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle."
Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!
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November 12, 2013
Book Blitz: The Seraphine Trilogy by Kasonndra Leigh
Torn SeraphineBook Three of the Seraphine Trilogy
A Paranormal Romance by KaSonndra Leigh
Release Date: Winter, 2013
Torn SeraphineSynopsis:
Once upon a time an angel fell in love with a mermaid. And the god of the sea cast a curse.
When Caleb Wood accepted his celestial heritage, he was given a gift from the dying sea king, a way to protect the girl he loves. But Gia still fights her connection to Erica, the girl bound to Caleb by the Angel of Chaos. Caleb’s new ability hasn’t been strong enough to break the link.
Caleb faces two choices. He must decide if he will accept his heritage and fulfill a prophecy that will wipe away his memories of Gia. The laughter, the kisses, every single touch and emotion they have shared will be gone forever. Or he can stay, help her fight to save her home and live happily ever after. But doing so will ignite the prophecy and threaten everyone Caleb and Gia loves.
Under the new sea king’s rule, Gia’s people are divided, and she doesn’t know who to trust. Gia must find a way to alter the prophecy, even if doing so means betraying the new king.
Friends will become enemies. Gia and Caleb’s love faces the ultimate test.
Will Caleb give in to the darkness? Or will he fall into the arms of the girl he loves? Find out in the explosive conclusion to the Seraphine Trilogy.
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Lost Seraphine: Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy
Release Date: 11/24/13
Caleb Wood now knows the Dark Seraphine's true identity.
Life should be a little saner now, right? Wrong! It’s kind of hard to ignore the walkers, fallen souls taken by the Angel of Chaos. Oh yeah, only Caleb can see them.
After saving his girlfriend from the wrath of a sea witch, Caleb finds himself faced with a new problem…understanding the strange tattoos showing up on his body. He must also deal with his Lost Seraphine, the girl who left her family behind to save the boy she loves. The same girl who just happens to be the daughter of a mythological god.
Gia gave up one of her powers to be with Caleb. She knew that she was connected to the Dark Seraphine in some way. You see, there’s a prophecy, something she always believed to be a fairy tale linking her with the girl who also wants Caleb. Haunted by visions of her dead brother, Gia realizes she has made a terrible mistake. The ability she gave up is the one thing she will need to keep her boyfriend safe.
Will Caleb be able to accept the things he will learn about his real father while trying to save the girl he loves from herself? Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy and prequel to the Lost Immortals Saga is coming soon.
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Dark Seraphine: Book One of the Seraphine Trilogy
An Amazon Bestseller in Dark Fantasy & Paranormal Romance!
Re-Launch Date: 10/27/13
"Mom always says the angels walk among us. She forgot to tell me that sometimes they're not all fluffy and nice."
Seventeen-year-old Caleb Wood has seen people he calls the walkers since he was a baby. It didn't take long for him to realize something…no one can see these strangers but him. They never stuck around or tried to touch him. And they never said a word. That was until one day on the first day of class in his senior year when an incredibly gorgeous girl strolls into his life…and things are never the same again.
Soon Caleb realizes he has stepped into the middle of a growing conflict between two ancient groups. And his ability to see the invisible ones, the half-breeds that want to modify the human race, just might be the only hope both he and the mysterious, but infuriating, Gia, have of making it out alive.
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About the Author:
Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.
I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.
Some other common tidbits…hmm. I’ve watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. Seriously, the way I see it is if I keep watching it enough, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in my backyard. I know. I have a huge imagination!
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November 10, 2013
Book Blast: Wanted Vampire by Lisa Rayns
Wanted: Vampire - Free Blood
Book 1 in the Wanted: Vampire Trilogy
Released: Aug 24, 2012 Genre: Paranormal Romance Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Three years ago, death blew out the candle in Alexis Hall’s life and left her devastated. Nothing could replace what she’d lost, not even the sexy stranger she awoke married to. Still, she finds it hard to ignore the dangerous sparks he triggers within her. She knows Bradley Cox took advantage of her. What she doesn’t know is he holds a secret that will change everything.
But Bradley isn’t her only concern. In a moment of desperation to somehow reclaim what she had lost, Alexis made an offer to a vampire––free blood. Her blood.
In a story of heartbreak and obsession, a simple ad changed Alexis' life forever and on one fateful night her dreams and her nightmares will collide. Can she trust Bradley? Or is he her worst mistake? Can she retract her offer to the vampire? Or will she fall under his deceptive spell?
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Wanted: Vampire - Bad Blood
Book 2 in the Wanted: Vampire Trilogy
Released: Feb 24, 2013
Joel’s back.
Determined to return her sexy ex to his former vampire self, Tara Callister does what she has to do: She exposes three evil witches in order to enlist her coven’s help. Unfortunately for her, things don’t always work out as planned.
Targeted by her enemies, betrayed by her coven, she must figure out how to save herself and those she loves from the evil entwining itself in her life. But when her journey of self discovery leads her down an even darker path, will she stand behind her white witch promise or become one of them? And more importantly, are Joel’s feelings for her strong enough to survive it all?
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About the Author
Lisa Rayns, author of the paranormal romance, "Wanted: Vampire – Free Blood," lives in a small town in South Dakota. She studied Composition/Literature in college and worked with explosives and as a blackjack dealer before beginning her writing career. An avid reader, she weaves romantic stories rich with action, suspense, and her own personal flavor of the paranormal. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and Siamese cat. For more information about Lisa and her books, visit her website atwww.lisarayns.com.
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a Rafflecopter giveawayBook Blitz: Apocalypse of Angels by Harmony Lawson
Title: Apocalypse of Angels: Seeing AngelsAuthor: Harmony Lawson
Genre: Young Adult
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Synopsis:Camille Harper, about to finish high school, can see angels all around her. They appear to watch her. She has been able to see angels from birth, and while she is amused by this ability, she just wants a normal life with friends, family, and good times. Why can she see angels? She doesn't know, but she believes the knowledge will change everything. Then she witnesses a confrontation between a beautiful angel and a dark winged creature. The strange event will signal the end of normal life.
Did the strange beings know she could see them?
Her friends want her to sneak out to an abandoned house for parties, but her instincts scream “NO!” Something is not right about the place. The hip new guy in school, Earl, wants to date, but she is afraid he will disturb her circle of friends, and there is something not right about him. Her parents aren’t doing well together. And whatever strange plot is developing, her sister may be in the middle.
Now, for the first time, Camille Harper is interacting with angels face to face. This is incredible, but when Jason Waters enters her life, she gets more than she bargained for. Her strange ability complicates life on a whole new level. Camille and Jason enter an exciting but forbidden relationship.
Strange beings present danger. What’s a Nephilim? What are fallen angels up to?
Jason believes something is strange with Earl, but Jason is hiding things from Camille as well. Which one is right for her? Are they both trying to possess her for supernatural reasons?
Camille just wants to make it through the year and graduate from high school, but changes are leading up to some apocalyptic event.
Can Camille continue Seeing Angels without her life going to Hell?
Excerpt:
“I really want to see you again, Cami, but I’m not sure about this. I’m not sure I can.” His gaze is intense. There is no way for me to respond to that. I look down again.
He raises my hand to his lips and kisses. Electricity travels
up my arm. How can a kiss feel like that? Have we fallen in love
already?
“Why wouldn’t you be able to see me again?” I finally have to ask.
“Never mind, just pretend I didn’t say that.”
He is hiding things from me, and I know what they are. Attraction is making me so weak that I am tempted to tell him what I know. I have to fight it.
His warm hand is smooth on top and rough on the palm. My hand must seem cold to him. He can hold my hand as long as he wants.
He sighs and kisses my hand again. “We better drive back to your car. I don’t want to keep you out too late.” He sounds like a guy trying to avoid trouble.
Author Bio:
Harmony Lawson was born on a naval base in San Diego, California. Currently, she and her family live in Northern California in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Her education is in drawing, painting, and writing. When she read her first romance novel at age 16, she became a hopeless romantic.
Harmony is fascinated by angels, and she incorporates research in angels, the Nephilim, and fallen angels into her fictional stories. Many of the descriptions in her books reflect actual documentation found in religious documents.
While she has endured many hardships in life, she believes life will be better tomorrow. Life has its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and Heaven and Hell. She believes the bad times are a test to prove a person’s worth. Her books reflect on that concept.
Links:
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