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June 16, 2013
Book Blitz: Goal! By Bellamy Black
Goal! By Bellamy Black
About the book:
Title: Goal: A Love Story
Author: Bellamy Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 200 pages
Release Date: June 3, 2013
Blurb:
Jenny Wales is a local television star who has everything she needs: good friends, a great career, and a gorgeous apartment with an outstanding shower. The only thing missing in her life is love, something that she hasn’t made time for in her quest to be the best reporter in town.
An international soccer star, Paolo Gutierrez is a reluctant celebrity looking for a quieter life away from the glitz and glamour of Europe. He longs for chance to remember the game he loves and build a life for himself far from the paparazzi’s lens.
When Jenny and Paolo meet, it’s love at first sight. It should be a simple story of boy meets girl, but the team, the town, and the entire world seem to have an opinion on their love affair. Up against a losing streak, Victoria Beckham wannabes, and the risk of losing their careers, Jenny and Paolo will have to fight to win this game of love.
Excerpt :
Jenny’s lips fall open as she stares at the man formerly known as Paolo. “I,” she says with some disgust, “am the worst reporter ever.”
Paolo reaches out, places a gentle finger under her chin, and shuts her mouth. “You are not the worst reporter,” he says softly, willing his cheeks to not turn red. He grimaces at her expression;, she looks so dismayed, adorable but dismayed. “I am just good at evading reporters.” He shrugs helplessly, giving her what he hopes is an apologetic yet winning smile. “I’ve had to be.” It does not seem to be working. “I’ve had a lot of experience over the years.” Paolo tries not to shrink back as her expressions changes from dismay to fury.
“Well.” She leans toward him with an angry light in her eye. “I’m sure you’ve had a lot experience with that — fifteen years, I believe.” She hisses through her teeth, “Juan Carlos ‘the Assassin’ Gutierrez.”
Paolo gazes at her in awe, mesmerized by the fire in her eyes. She is really something. Gorgeous. He draws back as she squints at him. And a little terrifying. I like it. “Actually.” He chuckles weakly. “It is Juan Carlos Paolo Gutierrez. The Spanish press like to drop the Paolo and replace it with Assassin. It drives my mother crazy.” He chuckles again. “And you pronounced it excellently.”
“Well, thanks,” she snaps, folding her arms. “I got tips from an expert.” Her knee bounces in agitation. “Right now, I don’t know if I’m more aggravated with you…” Her angry gaze flies around the room, landing on the leader of the Conga. “Or with that wooly mammoth over there who has been masquerading as my best friend.” Jenny’s eyes narrow to slits.
Across the room, Rocky stumbles, nearly falling into one of the men he’d told Paolo were called the Wonder Twins.
“Prepare for extinction.” Jenny starts to rise.
“Wait.” Paolo places a hand on her knee, not wanting her to leave. “I am sorry for misleading you. It was my fault.” He confesses, “He had no choice. Please don’t be upset with Rocky.”
“He had no choice? Rocky?” She seems dubious but she slumps back onto the sofa, her eyes flitting between the hand on her knee and his eyes. Paolo smiles at her gently and her eyes narrow again but she makes no attempt to remove his hand. “What was it — the Guy Code?”
“No.” He scoffs. “Nothing as silly as that.” Paolo sighs, squeezing her knee almost absentmindedly as he gathers his thoughts, trying to find the best way to explain his friendship with Rocky. He squeezes again and Jenny lets out a little giggle. Paolo pretends not to hear her as he turns his eyes to her and holds her gaze, wanting her to see his sincerity and honest regret. “It was a handshake and a spit oath.”
You can add Goal! to your to-read list on Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17669129-goal
You can find more about Goal! on the Entranced site, you can also find the buy links here as soon as Goal! is available:
http://www.entrancedpublishing.com/imprints/entranced/goal/
Buy Links:
- Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Goal-A-Love-Story-ebook/dp/B00D5FOJ22/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1370246816&sr=1-1&keywords=bellamy+black
- B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/goal-a-love-story-bellamy-black/1115473345?ean=2940016503301
- Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Goal-A-Love-Story/book-L5pdOluHM0Km38foP7S-4g/page1.html?s=Fk4SMj10p0iDBJcgSKJAWQ&r=1
- Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/322205
About the Author:
Bellamy Black has enjoyed the written word long before she could actually read it. This initially one-sided relationship has blossomed into a lifelong love affair filled with adventurous governesses, brave women, and determined warriors. An East Coast girl, living an East Coast life, when she is not writing or working her corporate day job, Bellamy enjoys spending time with friends, a nice glass of Shiraz, and the occasional bit of mayhem.
She will also never turn down an opportunity to catch a rerun of the Golden Girls.
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7012668.Bellamy_Black
And there is a tour wide giveaway to win 2 e-copies of Goal by Bellamy Black. Here is the link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/disp...
a Rafflecopter giveaway
About the book:
Title: Goal: A Love Story
Author: Bellamy Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 200 pages
Release Date: June 3, 2013
Blurb:Jenny Wales is a local television star who has everything she needs: good friends, a great career, and a gorgeous apartment with an outstanding shower. The only thing missing in her life is love, something that she hasn’t made time for in her quest to be the best reporter in town.
An international soccer star, Paolo Gutierrez is a reluctant celebrity looking for a quieter life away from the glitz and glamour of Europe. He longs for chance to remember the game he loves and build a life for himself far from the paparazzi’s lens.
When Jenny and Paolo meet, it’s love at first sight. It should be a simple story of boy meets girl, but the team, the town, and the entire world seem to have an opinion on their love affair. Up against a losing streak, Victoria Beckham wannabes, and the risk of losing their careers, Jenny and Paolo will have to fight to win this game of love.
Excerpt :
Jenny’s lips fall open as she stares at the man formerly known as Paolo. “I,” she says with some disgust, “am the worst reporter ever.”
Paolo reaches out, places a gentle finger under her chin, and shuts her mouth. “You are not the worst reporter,” he says softly, willing his cheeks to not turn red. He grimaces at her expression;, she looks so dismayed, adorable but dismayed. “I am just good at evading reporters.” He shrugs helplessly, giving her what he hopes is an apologetic yet winning smile. “I’ve had to be.” It does not seem to be working. “I’ve had a lot of experience over the years.” Paolo tries not to shrink back as her expressions changes from dismay to fury.
“Well.” She leans toward him with an angry light in her eye. “I’m sure you’ve had a lot experience with that — fifteen years, I believe.” She hisses through her teeth, “Juan Carlos ‘the Assassin’ Gutierrez.”
Paolo gazes at her in awe, mesmerized by the fire in her eyes. She is really something. Gorgeous. He draws back as she squints at him. And a little terrifying. I like it. “Actually.” He chuckles weakly. “It is Juan Carlos Paolo Gutierrez. The Spanish press like to drop the Paolo and replace it with Assassin. It drives my mother crazy.” He chuckles again. “And you pronounced it excellently.”
“Well, thanks,” she snaps, folding her arms. “I got tips from an expert.” Her knee bounces in agitation. “Right now, I don’t know if I’m more aggravated with you…” Her angry gaze flies around the room, landing on the leader of the Conga. “Or with that wooly mammoth over there who has been masquerading as my best friend.” Jenny’s eyes narrow to slits.
Across the room, Rocky stumbles, nearly falling into one of the men he’d told Paolo were called the Wonder Twins.
“Prepare for extinction.” Jenny starts to rise.
“Wait.” Paolo places a hand on her knee, not wanting her to leave. “I am sorry for misleading you. It was my fault.” He confesses, “He had no choice. Please don’t be upset with Rocky.”
“He had no choice? Rocky?” She seems dubious but she slumps back onto the sofa, her eyes flitting between the hand on her knee and his eyes. Paolo smiles at her gently and her eyes narrow again but she makes no attempt to remove his hand. “What was it — the Guy Code?”
“No.” He scoffs. “Nothing as silly as that.” Paolo sighs, squeezing her knee almost absentmindedly as he gathers his thoughts, trying to find the best way to explain his friendship with Rocky. He squeezes again and Jenny lets out a little giggle. Paolo pretends not to hear her as he turns his eyes to her and holds her gaze, wanting her to see his sincerity and honest regret. “It was a handshake and a spit oath.”
You can add Goal! to your to-read list on Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17669129-goal
You can find more about Goal! on the Entranced site, you can also find the buy links here as soon as Goal! is available:
http://www.entrancedpublishing.com/imprints/entranced/goal/
Buy Links:
- Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Goal-A-Love-Story-ebook/dp/B00D5FOJ22/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1370246816&sr=1-1&keywords=bellamy+black
- B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/goal-a-love-story-bellamy-black/1115473345?ean=2940016503301
- Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Goal-A-Love-Story/book-L5pdOluHM0Km38foP7S-4g/page1.html?s=Fk4SMj10p0iDBJcgSKJAWQ&r=1
- Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/322205
About the Author:
Bellamy Black has enjoyed the written word long before she could actually read it. This initially one-sided relationship has blossomed into a lifelong love affair filled with adventurous governesses, brave women, and determined warriors. An East Coast girl, living an East Coast life, when she is not writing or working her corporate day job, Bellamy enjoys spending time with friends, a nice glass of Shiraz, and the occasional bit of mayhem.
She will also never turn down an opportunity to catch a rerun of the Golden Girls.
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7012668.Bellamy_Black
And there is a tour wide giveaway to win 2 e-copies of Goal by Bellamy Black. Here is the link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/disp...
a Rafflecopter giveaway
June 14, 2013
#FREEBIE Book Blitz: The Forgotten Ones by Laura Howard
Title: The Forgotten Ones
Author: Laura Howard
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Free on Amazon June 14, 15 & 16!!
http://www.amazon.com/Forgotten-Ones-Danaan-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00CKXODRG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370715320&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Forgotten+Ones
Book Synopsis:
Allison O'Malley's plan is to go to grad school so she can get a good job and take care of her schizophrenic mother. She has carefully closed herself off from everything else, including a relationship with Ethan, who she's been in love with for as long as she can remember.
What is definitely not part of the plan is the return of her long-lost father, who claims he can bring Allison's mother back from the dark place her mind has gone. Allison doesn't trust her father, so why would she believe his stories about a long forgotten Irish people, the Tuatha de Danaan? But truths have a way of revealing themselves. Secrets will eventually surface. And Allison must learn to set aside her plan and work with her father if there is even a small chance it could restore her mother's sanity.
Excerpt:
Sean jogged over with the bat and held it out for me, grinning. “Pick your pitcher, Allie-O.”
The smirk on Ethan's face was a challenge, and I couldn't resist. “Ethan has the ball, he can pitch to me.”
He made a big show of stretching and winding up before he finally tossed the ball at me.
I smacked the ball over the pool house, and Sean started shouting and cheering, making me smile. Ethan shook his head, but he was smiling. He clearly thought I would be an easy out.
I made it all the way to the final round, kicking Sean and Jeff out of the game. I'd played softball and run track all through school to pad my transcripts.
“You gonna let her win, E?” Jeff called, winking at me from the picnic table where he sat drinking a beer.
Ethan chuckled, showing off those damn dimples. He looked down at the ball in his hands and back up at me with a grin. “If I do, will you let me take you out?”
I snorted, trying to look braver than I felt. “Not a chance.”
“Wait a sec. I like this. Let's make a wager,” he said.
The guys were all hooting and hollering at me, my face was no doubt crimson.
“What do I get if I win?” I bit my lip, feeling all their eyes on me.
“I'm thinking, hang on,” He held up his finger, his brow furrowed in thought. His eyes widened with excitement, and I knew I would regret whatever he had to say.
“If I win, I get a kiss.” If it was possible, my cheeks grew even redder. They were all laughing and making cat calls now.
“And, if I win?” I looked up at his face.
He looked at me for a second, considering. “If you win, I won't ever ask you out again.”
This earned a chorus of “Yeah, right” and “No way” from the guys.
My mouth fell open, I had not been expecting that, but his face was sober. The laughing around us fell away for a second, and I could only stare at him feeling the color drain from my face. His expression remained solemn, and he met my gaze head on.
I nodded stiffly, and swallowed. “All right.”
His grin came back in full force. “Oh, and Al?”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I won't lose.”
Author Bio:
Laura Howard lives in New Hampshire with her husband and four children. Her obsession with books began at the age of 6 when she got her first library card. Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High and other girly novels were routinely devoured in single sittings. Books took a backseat to diapers when she had her first child. It wasn’t until the release of a little novel called Twilight, 8 years later, that she rediscovered her love of fiction. Soon after, her own characters began to make themselves known. The Forgotten Ones is her first published novel.
Social Media Links:
Blog|Facebook|Twitter
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author: Laura Howard
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Free on Amazon June 14, 15 & 16!!http://www.amazon.com/Forgotten-Ones-Danaan-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00CKXODRG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370715320&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Forgotten+Ones
Book Synopsis:
Allison O'Malley's plan is to go to grad school so she can get a good job and take care of her schizophrenic mother. She has carefully closed herself off from everything else, including a relationship with Ethan, who she's been in love with for as long as she can remember.
What is definitely not part of the plan is the return of her long-lost father, who claims he can bring Allison's mother back from the dark place her mind has gone. Allison doesn't trust her father, so why would she believe his stories about a long forgotten Irish people, the Tuatha de Danaan? But truths have a way of revealing themselves. Secrets will eventually surface. And Allison must learn to set aside her plan and work with her father if there is even a small chance it could restore her mother's sanity.
Excerpt:
Sean jogged over with the bat and held it out for me, grinning. “Pick your pitcher, Allie-O.”
The smirk on Ethan's face was a challenge, and I couldn't resist. “Ethan has the ball, he can pitch to me.”
He made a big show of stretching and winding up before he finally tossed the ball at me.
I smacked the ball over the pool house, and Sean started shouting and cheering, making me smile. Ethan shook his head, but he was smiling. He clearly thought I would be an easy out.
I made it all the way to the final round, kicking Sean and Jeff out of the game. I'd played softball and run track all through school to pad my transcripts.
“You gonna let her win, E?” Jeff called, winking at me from the picnic table where he sat drinking a beer.
Ethan chuckled, showing off those damn dimples. He looked down at the ball in his hands and back up at me with a grin. “If I do, will you let me take you out?”
I snorted, trying to look braver than I felt. “Not a chance.”
“Wait a sec. I like this. Let's make a wager,” he said.
The guys were all hooting and hollering at me, my face was no doubt crimson.
“What do I get if I win?” I bit my lip, feeling all their eyes on me.
“I'm thinking, hang on,” He held up his finger, his brow furrowed in thought. His eyes widened with excitement, and I knew I would regret whatever he had to say.
“If I win, I get a kiss.” If it was possible, my cheeks grew even redder. They were all laughing and making cat calls now.
“And, if I win?” I looked up at his face.
He looked at me for a second, considering. “If you win, I won't ever ask you out again.”
This earned a chorus of “Yeah, right” and “No way” from the guys.
My mouth fell open, I had not been expecting that, but his face was sober. The laughing around us fell away for a second, and I could only stare at him feeling the color drain from my face. His expression remained solemn, and he met my gaze head on.
I nodded stiffly, and swallowed. “All right.”
His grin came back in full force. “Oh, and Al?”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I won't lose.”
Author Bio: Laura Howard lives in New Hampshire with her husband and four children. Her obsession with books began at the age of 6 when she got her first library card. Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High and other girly novels were routinely devoured in single sittings. Books took a backseat to diapers when she had her first child. It wasn’t until the release of a little novel called Twilight, 8 years later, that she rediscovered her love of fiction. Soon after, her own characters began to make themselves known. The Forgotten Ones is her first published novel.
Social Media Links:
Blog|Facebook|Twitter
a Rafflecopter giveaway
June 11, 2013
Cover Reveal: Becoming Invisible by Tiffany Carmouche
Synopsis of Becoming InvisibleBecoming Invisible is the third book in a New Adult Series about finding unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival.
Passion. ..Obsession. ..Love…Loss.
When fire consumes the Carlisle’s home and an obsessed serial killer continues to hunt Nicole and her family, Dylan and Bradley realize the only way to keep them alive is to help them become… invisible.
Review of Becoming Invisible
“Becoming Invisible is the third book of the series and it has you hitting the ground running. Another fantastic, descriptive, heart-pounding read from Tiffany Carmouche. The story continues at a perfect pace and will have your temperature rising with lust, your heart pounding with anticipation and have your body tingling with chills, a real rollercoaster read. The intrigue, romance and suspense is perfectly written from each of the characters perspectives so it gives you that little extra insight into their thoughts and emotions, pulling you further into the story. I’m totally hooked and begging for the next installment already!”~Nicki Wilson
Book Genre: New Adult Romance Suspenseful Romance Contemporary
Expected Release Date: August 2013
About the Author
BIO
When Tiffany Carmouché is not writing romance novels, you can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her family.
From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the worls seeking adventure. These include riding camels in Africa, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has also found fulfillment working with the disabled and orphans in Argentina and Mexico. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and strive to accomplish their own dreams.
Despite all of these amazing experiences, she has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again.
Where to stalk me in…in a good way.
http://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor?ref=hl Facebook Author Page
http://tinyurl.com/cf2vvbt Paperback The Impostor, A Love Story
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOaIExYG5YQ Fan made trailer The Impostor http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28GnnFPMh3c Fan made trailer Obsession and Sacrifice
http://www.facebook.com/TheImpostorFanClub?ref=hl Fan Club Impostor
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15747559-the-impostor-a-love-story Goodreads
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16228823-obsession-and-sacrifice Goodreads
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18043473-becoming-invisible?ac=1 Goodreads
http://tinyurl.com/kttn9lt Facebook Obsession fan page
http://www.tiffanycarmouche.com/ Website
http://www.tiffanycarmouche.com/#!buy-now/c1j7z Where to buy the books info link
Links:
http://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor?ref=hl Facebook Author Page
http://www.tiffanycarmouche.com/ Website
https://twitter.com/tiffcarmouche Twitter
http://www.facebook.com/TheImpostorFanClub?ref=hl Fan Club
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Obsession-Sacrifice-Love-Story-by-Tiffany-Carmouche/510398818990960?ref=hl Obsession fan page
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15747559-the-impostor-a-love-story Goodreads The Impostor
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16228823-obsession-and-sacrifice Goodreads Obsession
http://tinyurl.com/cabmnc9 The Impostor Amazon ebook
http://tinyurl.com/dyooebc The Impostor Barnes & Noble ebook
http://tinyurl.com/cf2vvbt The Impostor Paperback
http://tinyurl.com/bftutva Obsession And Sacrifice Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/aj9mx92 Obsession And Sacrifice B & N ebook
UK LINKS
http://tinyurl.com/c5zowws UK The Impostor ebook
http://tinyurl.com/c6jxrbc UK Obsession and Sacrifice
Book Trailer The Impostor the first book in the serieshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOaIExYG5YQ Fan Trailer for The Impostor, A Love Story
Book trailer of Obsession and Sacrifice the second book in the series
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28GnnFPMh3c Fan Trailer for Obsession and Sacrifice
About the books:
Have you read the first two books in the series?
The Impostor, A Love Story http://tinyurl.com/l3ttupn Amazon Link
Obsession and Sacrifice http://tinyurl.com/l2gce7o Amazon Link
The Impostor, A Love Story First book in series http://tinyurl.com/dyvxlfk B&N
Obsession and Sacrifice http://tinyurl.com/aj9mx92 Barnes and Noble
The Impostor, A Love Story is the first novel in a Suspenseful Romantic Trilogy about unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival. It is a story of growth, acceptance and having the perseverance to begin again.
Nicole, a young single mother, escapes from an abusive ex-boyfriend and the broken dreams of becoming an artist and she travels to a place she knows little about.
Nicole’s scared of getting hurt again, but Dylan’s chiseled body, charm, and chocolate brown eyes captivate her and she fall in love. In Alaska, she discovers the power of friendship and true love and begins to let down her guard. But her security is a façade.
Soon Nicole’s innocent beauty, taunts a sinister man, and she is caught in a web of deception and danger. Someone evil is stalking her. Someone she had trusted. Will she be saved? Or will she be hunted?
Review: “Wow - what an amazing job Tiffany has done. There wasn't a moment that I wasn't engaged with the characters or the plot. The build up of mystery and tension in this suspenseful romantic novel is superbly done. I found myself constantly holding my breath and nervously listening for creaks in the house. There were some beautifully crafted romantic moments that had me swooning for Dylan, and several moments when I shed a tear. Stunning! The novel flowed very well, effectively creating a good balance of suspense, character interaction and the lovely romance. The ending. Oh my! Tiffany, what an ending you have created. I have no idea what to expect for book two, Obsession and Sacrifice, other than I can not wait to read it. And no doubt it will be as wonderful as The Impostor.” -Becky Johnson, Bex and Books
Obsession and Sacrifice is the SECOND novel in a Suspenseful Romantic series about unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival. It is a series of growth, acceptance and having the perseverance to begin again.
When Nicole wakes up in the hospital, she has no memory of who she is or how she got there. Only the scars on her body reveal some horrific event took place and she is lucky to be alive…alive…but could she still be in danger?
Her only hope to rediscover her past and avoid a killer's obsession lies in the hands of two men: sexy Dylan, her boyfriend, who used to captivate her, and Bradley, her charming best friend, who has secretly loved her all along. She feels safe around both men but to her, they are strangers. Nicole must decide who to trust, not only with her heart, but with her life.
The two men vow to give her a second chance at life and both will sacrifice everything to make sure she survives.
Review:
Excellent! - Obsession & Sacrifice is here & it did not disappoint! The second of the trilogy gives you a tiny re-cap of the last chapter from the ‘The Impostor’ & sets the atmosphere ready for the roller-coaster of a read that awaits you! Once again the authors’ descriptive writing connects you right at the heart of the outstanding romance, intrigue, suspense & action. Yet again, Tiffany has written another book that I just couldn’t put down. There are so many different aspects to this book & the author has succeeded in making every chapter progress & flow at an exhilarating pace. Overall it’s a 10/10 from me & I’m here pacing the floor again, ready for the book. –Nichole Walsh
May 31, 2013
Book Blitz: Trifecta
Title: Trifecta
Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:
Two men. One woman. It could ruin a friendship, or bring a satisfying twist to their lives. Artist, Jason Morgan, is used to making magic on the canvas. Now he hopes to do it in the bedroom.
After a failed gallery showing, Jason decides the best way to cure his creative block is to act on his own personal fantasy, and enter into a sexual relationship with his two best friends.
From the time they were in elementary school, Russell Sinclair has been a willing participant in Jason's adventures, but this one goes to a new level. He's intrigued by the idea of sharing one woman, but is challenged by how to fit this three-sided relationship into his traditional life.
Lauren Redmond is no stranger to fantasy. As the aesthetic sales rep to the top Beverly Hills dermatologists, she is responsible for the majority of puffed lips and filled wrinkles in the greater Los Angeles area. She detours from her steady, secure path when she is offered the opportunity to live the dream with the two men who have occupied her heart since college. The fantasy fast becomes a powerful reality, and Lauren must decide if she is willing to give up everything she has worked for to have a bit of temporary decadence.
Trifecta explores the boundaries of love, relationships and convention.
Author Bio:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
Links:
Website
www.kimcarmichaelnovels.com
Twitter
@kimcarmichael4
Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/kimcarmichaelnovels
Amazon Page
http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Carmichael/e/B0098RNFUI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:Two men. One woman. It could ruin a friendship, or bring a satisfying twist to their lives. Artist, Jason Morgan, is used to making magic on the canvas. Now he hopes to do it in the bedroom.
After a failed gallery showing, Jason decides the best way to cure his creative block is to act on his own personal fantasy, and enter into a sexual relationship with his two best friends.
From the time they were in elementary school, Russell Sinclair has been a willing participant in Jason's adventures, but this one goes to a new level. He's intrigued by the idea of sharing one woman, but is challenged by how to fit this three-sided relationship into his traditional life.
Lauren Redmond is no stranger to fantasy. As the aesthetic sales rep to the top Beverly Hills dermatologists, she is responsible for the majority of puffed lips and filled wrinkles in the greater Los Angeles area. She detours from her steady, secure path when she is offered the opportunity to live the dream with the two men who have occupied her heart since college. The fantasy fast becomes a powerful reality, and Lauren must decide if she is willing to give up everything she has worked for to have a bit of temporary decadence.
Trifecta explores the boundaries of love, relationships and convention.
Author Bio:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
Links:
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May 26, 2013
Hot Summer Nights Hop: Weaver of Dreams ( #FREE May 24-28)
Only 2 days left to get Weaver of Dreams for free
and only 5 days left to enter the giveaway. Don't miss out!!
[image error] Welcome to the Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 24-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
and only 5 days left to enter the giveaway. Don't miss out!!
[image error] Welcome to the Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 24-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
May 25, 2013
Book Blitz: Demon by Laura DeLuca
Title: Demon (Dark Musicals Trilogy, 2)
Author: Laura DeLuca
Genre: Young Adult, Thriller
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:
When Justyn and Rebecca set off for the New York School of Performing Arts, they think their dreams are about to come true. To their dismay, they aren’t in high school anymore, and the competition is steep. Rebecca must compete against accomplished singers for a role in the production of Demon Barber, including a stunning Gothic diva with her sights set on Justyn
It doesn't help that things keep disappearing from their apartment or that Rebecca's father refuses to accept that Justyn is an essential part of her life. Yet, all this seems minimal in comparison to the serial rapist terrorizing the campus.
Consumed by fear and obsessed with revenge, Rebecca and Justyn start living the story of Sweeney Todd—both on and off the stage.
You can also add Demon to your shelf on good reads.
Excerpts:
1
Rebecca unwound the silver ribbon. When she lifted the lid, she found two matching pendants, each laced to a long hemp chain. They were shaped sort of like seashells, with an endless spiral pattern that looped out from the center as the chambers grew larger. They were dark brown in color with a few hints of tan along the edges. The stones had been polished and smoothed on both sides, but when she lifted them, she could see that the two pieces fit together perfectly. She swore the halves fought to snap together, like magnets in her hand. There was an energy pulsing and vibrating within the stones that even a novice witch like Rebecca could feel.
“They’re beautiful,” Rebecca whispered as she ran her hand along the intricate grooves.
“It’s an ammonite.” Justyn lifted one of the pendants, brushed her hair to the side, and hooked the clasp around her neck. His breath tickled her skin as his hands moved with graceful dexterity, giving her goose bumps despite the humid August night. “They’re actually fossils that are millions of years old, named after Ammon, an ancient Egyptian deity. When they’re divided in half, they’re perfect mirrors of one another. Some cultures believe that if the two halves are given to lovers, it will bind them together forever. When made into necklaces, they’re often called soul mate pendants.”
“Wo-wow,” Rebecca stuttered. As usual, the sentiment behind Justyn’s gift was even more beautiful than the gift itself. It left her a little flustered. “That’s amazing. How do you know all this stuff?”
“You don’t spend eighteen years living with Darlene without learning a thing or two.”
Rebecca laughed. Justyn’s mother Darlene was definitely something special. EMT, exotic belly dancer, and Wiccan High Priestess were only a few of the titles she claimed. Rebecca knew she was a fountain of earth-based knowledge after years of studying the Craft. As Darlene’s new apprentice, Rebecca greedily dipped into that knowledge herself as often as possible.
“It’s beautiful,” Rebecca repeated, too overcome with emotion to think of anything more eloquent to say. “You certainly know how to make things interesting.”
“Like I told you on our first date, I try not to be boring.” He winked at her. “So … are you going to put mine on for me?”
“Oh yeah … sorry.”
Rebecca giggled as she lifted the hemp chain. She wasn’t nearly as graceful as Justyn. She almost dropped the necklace in the sand three times before she managed to get the clasp locked. When she finally had it secured, he placed his hand over her heart, where the ammonite lay. He did the same with her hands, lifting them to his chest. His dark eyes had lost all glimmer of humor. He met her gaze with a stare filled with genuine emotion. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the gentle, steady rhythm of his heart beating in perfect tune with her own.
“Our love will span both space and time. In this life and the next, you shall be mine. All eternity I will be by your side. For a love so strong cannot be denied. Spirit and flesh merged into one. So mote it be, for all days to come.”
When he was done with the recitation, he kissed her. Not just a gentle brush, but a deep, passionate embrace that left her throat tight and her heart pounding with a familiar yearning.
“I’ve never heard that poem before,” she said once she’d caught her breath. “Who are you quoting?”
Even in the moonlight, she could see him blush. “I guess I was quoting myself. It was really more of an incantation than a poem though. These necklaces are meant to be a symbol of our love, and it seemed a little spell work could only add to the power of the stones. There is power in words, Becca. Just like there is power in nature.”
“You mean, you wrote that?”
He nodded, but his eyes twinkled, and the playfulness was back in his voice. “Well, actually, I just made it up as I went along.”
“Wow. Actor, singer, and now an improv poet slash chant writer. Is there anything you can’t do, Lord Justyn?”
He smiled and tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t stop loving you.”
Excerpt 2:
“What the hell are you looking at?” Livy demanded.
At first Rebecca just ignored her hostility. She walked back to her cubbyhole and opened it to stowaway her bags until practice was over. She was going to forget the whole stupid idea and just walk away. But Livy was still standing there, leaning against the lockers, looking just as sad as she did angry. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was reminded of how horribly everyone had treated Justyn during the production of Phantom and thought perhaps Livy was just as misunderstood.
“Livy,” she started, “can we talk for a minute?”
The Goth just gave her a dirty look. “I don’t know what we could possibly have to say to each other.”
“I just wanted to apologize about what happened at the party,” Rebecca spoke with as much sincerity as she could muster. “No matter how we feel about each other, I never meant to … to embarrass you the way I did.”
Rebecca had never seen the cliché of flashing eyes come to life like it did at that moment. “Don’t you dare!” Livy spat. “Don’t you dare pity me!”
“That’s not what I meant,” Rebecca tried to explain, though she knew she was fighting a losing battle. “I just regret—”
“Do you want to know what I regret?” Livy interrupted and actually shoved Rebecca against her locker. “I regret not ripping every strand of hair out of that pretty little head of yours when I had the chance. This isn’t high school, Becca! We aren’t going to be friends. And I’m not going to stop until Justyn is mine and you run back to New Jersey with your tail between your legs. Is that clear enough for you, deary? Don’t try to make nice with me again.”
Livy stomped away, and Rebecca just stood there, feeling shocked and a little stung. She couldn’t believe how vicious Livy could be. So much for olive branches. Instead of trying to hand her one, Rebecca should have shoved it straight up her….
“Wow.” Frankie came up beside her, shaking his head. “It’s girls like that who give PMS a bad rep. I seriously think the next play she should star in is the Taming of the Shrew.”
“There’s no taming that one,” Rebecca replied, still shaking her head.
Author Bio:
Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.
Links:
Follow the author Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | Pinterest
Demon, Book Two in the Dark Musicals Trilogy, inspired by Sweeney Todd is available now in both PRINT and eBook!
Purchase Links
Amazon * Smashwords * Barnes & Noble
This tour has a giveaway. To enter click on the Rafflecopter links below. Good luck!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author: Laura DeLuca
Genre: Young Adult, Thriller
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description: When Justyn and Rebecca set off for the New York School of Performing Arts, they think their dreams are about to come true. To their dismay, they aren’t in high school anymore, and the competition is steep. Rebecca must compete against accomplished singers for a role in the production of Demon Barber, including a stunning Gothic diva with her sights set on Justyn
It doesn't help that things keep disappearing from their apartment or that Rebecca's father refuses to accept that Justyn is an essential part of her life. Yet, all this seems minimal in comparison to the serial rapist terrorizing the campus.
Consumed by fear and obsessed with revenge, Rebecca and Justyn start living the story of Sweeney Todd—both on and off the stage.
You can also add Demon to your shelf on good reads.
Excerpts:
1
Rebecca unwound the silver ribbon. When she lifted the lid, she found two matching pendants, each laced to a long hemp chain. They were shaped sort of like seashells, with an endless spiral pattern that looped out from the center as the chambers grew larger. They were dark brown in color with a few hints of tan along the edges. The stones had been polished and smoothed on both sides, but when she lifted them, she could see that the two pieces fit together perfectly. She swore the halves fought to snap together, like magnets in her hand. There was an energy pulsing and vibrating within the stones that even a novice witch like Rebecca could feel.
“They’re beautiful,” Rebecca whispered as she ran her hand along the intricate grooves.
“It’s an ammonite.” Justyn lifted one of the pendants, brushed her hair to the side, and hooked the clasp around her neck. His breath tickled her skin as his hands moved with graceful dexterity, giving her goose bumps despite the humid August night. “They’re actually fossils that are millions of years old, named after Ammon, an ancient Egyptian deity. When they’re divided in half, they’re perfect mirrors of one another. Some cultures believe that if the two halves are given to lovers, it will bind them together forever. When made into necklaces, they’re often called soul mate pendants.”
“Wo-wow,” Rebecca stuttered. As usual, the sentiment behind Justyn’s gift was even more beautiful than the gift itself. It left her a little flustered. “That’s amazing. How do you know all this stuff?”
“You don’t spend eighteen years living with Darlene without learning a thing or two.”
Rebecca laughed. Justyn’s mother Darlene was definitely something special. EMT, exotic belly dancer, and Wiccan High Priestess were only a few of the titles she claimed. Rebecca knew she was a fountain of earth-based knowledge after years of studying the Craft. As Darlene’s new apprentice, Rebecca greedily dipped into that knowledge herself as often as possible.
“It’s beautiful,” Rebecca repeated, too overcome with emotion to think of anything more eloquent to say. “You certainly know how to make things interesting.”
“Like I told you on our first date, I try not to be boring.” He winked at her. “So … are you going to put mine on for me?”
“Oh yeah … sorry.”
Rebecca giggled as she lifted the hemp chain. She wasn’t nearly as graceful as Justyn. She almost dropped the necklace in the sand three times before she managed to get the clasp locked. When she finally had it secured, he placed his hand over her heart, where the ammonite lay. He did the same with her hands, lifting them to his chest. His dark eyes had lost all glimmer of humor. He met her gaze with a stare filled with genuine emotion. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the gentle, steady rhythm of his heart beating in perfect tune with her own.
“Our love will span both space and time. In this life and the next, you shall be mine. All eternity I will be by your side. For a love so strong cannot be denied. Spirit and flesh merged into one. So mote it be, for all days to come.”
When he was done with the recitation, he kissed her. Not just a gentle brush, but a deep, passionate embrace that left her throat tight and her heart pounding with a familiar yearning.
“I’ve never heard that poem before,” she said once she’d caught her breath. “Who are you quoting?”
Even in the moonlight, she could see him blush. “I guess I was quoting myself. It was really more of an incantation than a poem though. These necklaces are meant to be a symbol of our love, and it seemed a little spell work could only add to the power of the stones. There is power in words, Becca. Just like there is power in nature.”
“You mean, you wrote that?”
He nodded, but his eyes twinkled, and the playfulness was back in his voice. “Well, actually, I just made it up as I went along.”
“Wow. Actor, singer, and now an improv poet slash chant writer. Is there anything you can’t do, Lord Justyn?”
He smiled and tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t stop loving you.”
Excerpt 2:
“What the hell are you looking at?” Livy demanded.
At first Rebecca just ignored her hostility. She walked back to her cubbyhole and opened it to stowaway her bags until practice was over. She was going to forget the whole stupid idea and just walk away. But Livy was still standing there, leaning against the lockers, looking just as sad as she did angry. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was reminded of how horribly everyone had treated Justyn during the production of Phantom and thought perhaps Livy was just as misunderstood.
“Livy,” she started, “can we talk for a minute?”
The Goth just gave her a dirty look. “I don’t know what we could possibly have to say to each other.”
“I just wanted to apologize about what happened at the party,” Rebecca spoke with as much sincerity as she could muster. “No matter how we feel about each other, I never meant to … to embarrass you the way I did.”
Rebecca had never seen the cliché of flashing eyes come to life like it did at that moment. “Don’t you dare!” Livy spat. “Don’t you dare pity me!”
“That’s not what I meant,” Rebecca tried to explain, though she knew she was fighting a losing battle. “I just regret—”
“Do you want to know what I regret?” Livy interrupted and actually shoved Rebecca against her locker. “I regret not ripping every strand of hair out of that pretty little head of yours when I had the chance. This isn’t high school, Becca! We aren’t going to be friends. And I’m not going to stop until Justyn is mine and you run back to New Jersey with your tail between your legs. Is that clear enough for you, deary? Don’t try to make nice with me again.”
Livy stomped away, and Rebecca just stood there, feeling shocked and a little stung. She couldn’t believe how vicious Livy could be. So much for olive branches. Instead of trying to hand her one, Rebecca should have shoved it straight up her….
“Wow.” Frankie came up beside her, shaking his head. “It’s girls like that who give PMS a bad rep. I seriously think the next play she should star in is the Taming of the Shrew.”
“There’s no taming that one,” Rebecca replied, still shaking her head.
Author Bio:
Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.
Links:
Follow the author Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | Pinterest
Demon, Book Two in the Dark Musicals Trilogy, inspired by Sweeney Todd is available now in both PRINT and eBook!
Purchase Links
Amazon * Smashwords * Barnes & Noble
This tour has a giveaway. To enter click on the Rafflecopter links below. Good luck!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
May 24, 2013
Hot Summer Nights Hop: Weaver of Dreams ( #FREE May 24-27)
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Welcome to the Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 24-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 24-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
May 23, 2013
Book Blitz and Review: Danny by Margo Anne Rhea
Information about the book:Title: Danny
Author: Margo Anne Rhea
Genre: Contemporary-Erotic Romance
Publisher: Entranced Publishing
Length: 38 pgs
Release Date: May 20, 2013
Blurb: Paige Warren is sure she’s come to terms with her impending divorce, until she wakes up in bed with her soon-to-be ex, Danny. Worse yet, the bed belongs to Stacey, the sexual surrogate Paige and Danny have been sleeping with for months -- and Stacey’s not there.
As much as Paige tries to deny it, she soon realizes she’s still in love with Danny. Now she’s torn between him and the woman who holds them together. Should she risk hurting Stacey to rekindle a monogamous relationship with the man she once thought she’d spend the rest of her life with, or should she learn from past experience?
Danny is a sensual, erotic novella following one woman's struggle between a love she thought was over and a relationship that's barely begun
You can add Danny to your to-read list on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17840410-danny
You can find more about Danny on the Entranced site, you can also find the buy links here as soon as Danny is available:http://www.entrancedpublishing.com/imprints/thrills/danny/
Buy Links for Danny:
- Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Danny-ebook/dp/B00CVV1GQ8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368995381&sr=1-1&keywords=margo+anne+rhea
- B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/danny-margo-anne-rhea/1115374594?ean=2940016413310
- Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Danny/book-C171Ch9TakSGmUlHYAjSyw/page1.html?s=2msdHoc8ZESCEWJK37NyBw&r=1
- Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/317721
My Review:
This story was a quick, steamy read and I enjoyed it. Margo Anne Rhea works the plot into the story seamlessly, the characters are amazing well developed (especially considering the length of this tale), and the reader is treated to enough backstory to really feel for the characters struggles. If you are looking for a contemporary erotic romance that is well written and very satisfying, then give Danny a read.
About the Author:
Margo is a marketing specialist by day, and a writer of erotic romance by night. When she's not busy penning steamy fantasies, she can be found man-watching on the beach. She is a lover of shiny things and an avid collector of shoes, but her heart will always belong to books.
Blog: http://darkandsteamynight.blogspot.nl/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Margo-Anne-Rhea/454424614645594
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MargoAnneRhea
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7060929.Margo_Anne_Rhea
Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/110163539703614568424/posts
There is a tour giveaway for this blog tour. One winner will win a 25$ gift card from Amazon and 4 other winners will each win 1 e-copy of Danny by Margo Anne Rhea. Click below to enter. Good luck! Author InterviewAbout the Author
Tell us a bit about yourself and your family. Don’t give away any secrets but what are you about?
Well, there’s not a whole lot to tell. I was an only child growing up, which is probably why I got into writing – to keep myself entertained. Now I own a cute little house in Florida with my significant other. We’re pretty boring people.
One of your favorite quotes?
What dreams have been realized as a result of your writing?
Becoming a published author was probably the biggest one.
About the book
Tell us a little bit about your book? Danny tells the story of Paige’s realization that she still has feelings for her soon-to-be ex-husband. They’ve been sleeping with a sexual surrogate to work on some bedroom issues and somewhere along the way, it became more than a business arrangement. Stacey (the sexual surrogate) became a bit of an emotional surrogate as well. Then one day, Paige wakes up – literally – and realizes she still cares deeply for Danny.
How did you choose the genre you write in? I don’t really give much thought to genres. I write what I feel passionate about and label it after.
What are you currently working on? I’m currently working on another contemporary erotic romance tentatively titled “Against the Rules”. It’s about a woman who tumbles overboard from the Navy ship she’s serving on. She happens to take her handsome, charming, and incredibly annoying fellow seaman over with her. They’re forced to rely on one another to make it through the ordeal. And to keep warm. Naked.
If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
I think Paige would say:
I almost lost Danny because we stopped working on our love. Love takes work. Every day.
Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Thank you for reading Paige and Danny’s story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Fast Questions:
Cookies or Cake? Cake
Ice tea or lemonade? Ice tea
Night or day? Night
Laptop or desktop for writing? Laptop
Favorite color? Blue
Thanks for interviewing me. I really enjoyed these questions!
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May 22, 2013
Hot Summer Nights: Weaver of Dreams ( #FREE May 23-27)
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Welcome to the Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 23-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
On my blog hop stop, I am providing a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Certificate. This giveaway is only for US/Canadian residents. Winner will be chosen by Random.org. To enter simply leave me a comment on this post.
There are many blogs on this hop and each has a giveaway for you. To enter, all you need to do is visit the sites listed below and leave a comment about your hottest summer night. Be sure to include your email address and name on your comment so we can contact you if you win.
As if 84 chances to win a prize aren't enough, the hop is also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order to take part, you must leave a comment and email address. Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card It was a warm summer’s day in 2012 when the concept for Weaver of Dreams came to me. Having awakened from a terrible nightmare that morning, I knew I needed something to take my mind off the horrific imagines replaying in my mind. A trip to the beach seemed like just the thing. Luckily, I live near the beach, so within two hours I was laying in the sand, soaking up some rays. My hands clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes and the nightmare came to my mind, but this time someone else came to mind as well to chase away the scary imagines. And just like that, Zane, the hero of Weaver of Dreams, was born.
By the time I drove home the basic outline for the book was done. It was something similar to this:
When Maggie O’Connell, is plagued by terrible nightmares, she believes stress from work is the reason for her torment, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Unfortunately for Maggie, in the shadows of her dreams lurks a Dream Stalker who feeds from the dark emotions produced by her night terrors. Addicted to the emotions, the Dream Stalker visits Maggie night after night to feed.
Zane is a Dream Weaver--a being of energy from another dimension. Weavers leave their technicolored world, and visit the human dimension to feed on the energy produced by the emotions their human hosts experience while they dream. Charged with policing his kind, Zane tracks the Dream Stalker to Maggie, and visits her in her night time fantasies to save her. But in doing so, he discovers there is more than simply a Dream Stalker after her.
Here is a small excerpt from Weaver of Dreams. This scene was inspired by my time on the beach. The Zane has just join Maggie in her dream with the intention of giving her an amazing fantasy…
Zane created an island behind them with lush tropical palms and thick green foliage. Brightly colored seashells sprinkled the pristine, white sand on the shore. He made the sun crest just over the tops of the palms then added anthuriums, hibiscus, and orchids in an array of colors. As a final touch, he placed a few parrots in the trees to add another layer of color with their flamboyant feathers.
Satisfied, he took Maggie in his arms. She jerked against him in surprise, sending the water splashing over them. It dripped down her face, several drops pooling in the indention of her lips.
Zane bent toward her, licking at the tempting crevasse. Shock broke his intention of giving a kiss, and he pulled back to look down at the woman in his arms.
“The water is sweet,” he announced, earning a giggle. The sound flowed over him, velvet-soft and gentle.
“I wondered how long it would take you to show up, Blue Eyes.” Maggie looked up at him with faith in her eyes as she stilled in his arms. She trusted herself into his keeping, allowed his strength to keep her above the water. Her obvious conviction in his ability to keep her safe from harm humbled him.
“Miss me?” With a powerful kick of his leg, he pushed their bodies through the water toward the island.
“Always. Every time I go to sleep I hope you will come to me.”
Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget Weaver of Dreams will be FREE May 23-27th. If you are looking for a little beach-inspired fantasy consider giving Weaver of Dreams a read. And visit the blogs listed below to enter for your chance to win the amazing prizes being offered during this blog hop. Good Luck!
May 20, 2013
Book Blitz: The Seventh Layer by Rachel A. Olson
The Seventh Layer
New Adult Scifi/Paranormal
(Already Released – August 17, 2012)
Blurb:
As if growing up Amish wasn't hard enough, Sarah Miller receives information just before her eighteenth birthday about a childhood she can't remember. Accompanied by long lost friends and a few unlikely relatives, Sarah learns of her supernatural destiny and the race to piece together the jigsaw of her life begins. Amidst the whirlwind of unanswered questions, one stands prominent: will the world meet the foreshadowing doom that lingers in the near future, or will Sarah complete the puzzle in time to save her people and ensure the continuance of mankind?
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Seventh-Layer-Rachel-Olson/dp/1478335629/ref=la_B008ZKZGL0_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1368190306&sr=1-2
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-seventh-layer-rachel-a-olson/1112550700?ean=9781478335627
Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Seventh-Layer/book-lFbV2xyukkGvwpaXiuCitA/page1.html?s=HVwP8h-x4USf1b4a8HDfzg&r=1
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/300568
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 across town from 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.
AUTHOR LINKS:
Website: http://rachelaolson.com
Blog: http://parasupernormalism.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/authorrachelaolson
Twitter: http://twitter.com/whitesouljamma
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/authorrachelaolson
Amazon: http://amazon.com/authorrachelaolson
TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke-x6mFCCZg
Excerpt:
Prologue & Chapter 1 (also available on Wattpad and Scribd)
Prologue
It crept down the window like an epileptic spider, jittering from side to side, pausing ever so slightly before continuing its descent.
The rain.
It always fascinated me. I often sat on my bed at night watching it shatter against my window, then travel slowly out of sight, dancing a sorrowful waltz with the low light coming from the oil lamp on my bedside table. It mattered little if I had to be up at dawn to start my daily chores with Sister. Nothing truly mattered when it rained.
“Sarah, is everything alright?” Mother stood in my bedroom doorway. She was a plain woman, light brown hair lacking radiance, dull gray eyes, and thin pale lips that almost matched the color of her near-white skin. Her cheekbones curved high beneath her eyes, the lines sharp. Almost too sharp, almost masculine. But she was a kind, gentle woman. No one could deny her that. “Sarah,” she said again when I didn’t reply right away. I looked over my shoulder at her then, grinning briefly.
“Everything is fine, Mother. I was simply admiring the rain.” She smiled, but there was a flash of sadness in her eyes. I knew that sadness, but we never spoke of such things. Sadness in our community was often seen as a weakness of faith. Mother sat next to me on the edge of my bed. She smoothed down her skirt until it lay perfectly across her thin frame. Folding her hands in her lap, she let out a soft sigh.
“It is a beautiful sight to behold,” she said quietly, gazing out the window. When she turned to me again, her eyes were brimmed with tears. I hugged her quickly, letting her cry silently into my hair. Three days left. That’s all we had. When she finally pulled away, she dabbed lightly at her eyes and nose with the cotton handkerchief she always carried tucked in her sleeve.
“I will always remember you,” I said just above a whisper before laying a chaste kiss atop her hand. “Though I know you’ll all forget me, in time.” She started to shake her head, but she knew it was true. No one remembered, the human mind was too simple to comprehend it. I had begun to notice just over the last week that people in the community were already beginning to forget. Mainly just the ones I wasn’t in contact with everyday, but they were forgetting just the same. It seemed strange to a point. They were all I had known for the last ten years. How could anyone be in your life for so long and so quickly forget who you were entirely? Yet, somehow I knew and understood it. No one ever had to explain it to me, I just knew.
Mother tucked a strand of hair that had fallen out of my braid behind my ear. Her hand cupped my cheek, warm against my skin. I watched her study my face, trying to memorize it before kissing my forehead and leaving my room. I stared at the empty doorway, my heart heavy. Three more days.
Just three more days.
~~~
“I had the dream again,” I told Sister as we scrubbed the kitchen floor.
“It’s so strange to me that you dream so much, Sarah.” Her tone was almost spiteful, maybe even jealous. I’d noticed over the years that either no one spoke of their dreams, or no one really dreamed. I was never really sure which was more accurate. She shook her head at herself. “I apologize. Perhaps I’m not as prepared for you to leave us as I’d convinced myself I was.”
“Sister,” I paused my work to sit back on my heels and look at her. She turned her youthful face to me, looking me straight on with those enchanting brown eyes. “Sister, I can’t imagine it’s easy for anyone to be prepared for what is to come this new moon. How can you, knowing they will use meidung so that no one suspects? That is not a simple slap on the wrist, Sister. I know I can never come back, and it’s not because of meidung. But it seems to give this whole situation a certain omen, does it not?” Her face was dark as she shook her head.
“The Devil’s work, they will say. Cast you out like a rabid dog. Why can we not just say you left of your own volition? Is that not satisfactory? It would be truth! I do not condone this lying for you, but the elders say that God will forgive us.” I smiled then. She had been born into the community and raised according to their beliefs. Not everyone understood why meidung was going to be enforced, not truly. Sister was still young at the ripe age of sixteen. And she was female. Two strikes against her in the community, which meant she was only told that which was required of her to know.
I went back to scrubbing the floor, falling into the silence that awaited us. It welcomed me, embracing me like a long lost child come home. It was short lived. Sister was never comfortable in such an embrace.
“Tell me again about the dream, Sarah. I think I need a distraction this day.” I studied her for a moment. She looked very much like all the other women in the community. Her usual white blouse was fastened up to her neck, the long sleeves shoved to her elbows to avoid the soapy water. Her black cotton skirt billowed down to her ankles even as she knelt on all fours on the floor. Her black bonnet helped tame the runaway strands of her blacker hair, the rest trailed down to the small of her back in a tight braid. She was slightly rounder than the other women, full of hips and breast. Many whispered behind her back that she was the Devil incarnate, come to tempt all of the men into transgression. I knew she’d simply been better blessed, radiated upon by someone watching over. She puffed a strand of that obsidian silk out of her vision, glancing in my direction.
“It was no different than it has ever been. I stood in an open meadow. Larger than any meadow I have ever seen, covered in the brightest wildflowers, as if they’d been freshly painted on canvas. There was nothing else in sight, just meadow and wildflower and clear blue sky. The sky was cloudless, all except that one cloud just above me. It cut out most of the sunlight, leaving the world in a gray haze. Everything seemed totally gray, lifeless. Until I laid eyes on the wildflowers again. There was a loud sound overhead, like thunder clapping. The air itself became thick, so thick it seemed I could spoon it up and eat it. Then I looked up at that one lonely cloud and it split in two. Only it wasn’t a separation of cloud, but an opening. Like a door to somewhere else, Heaven maybe? And there I saw a face, shining at me. So bright was that smile, like sunlight after a spring rain. And a hand descended, coming toward me, growing larger and larger the closer it came. I felt warmth radiating down upon me. Such heavy warmth, it made me feel disoriented. Like how Mother describes the men from the city after they’ve left a brewery. The meadow vanishes and I am wrapped in white light. I smell spices and fermented grapes. Wine perhaps. And smoked meats, such wondrous aromas! But I cannot see past the blinding light. In the distance are voices and laughter…and music. I’ve never known such joyous music! I feel my body rising from the earth, toward where I had last seen that singular cloud. And in a heartbeat, I am surrounded by the blackness of my bedroom, only my racing heartbeat to accompany me.”
Sister had stopped scrubbing, her bristle brush soaking in the sudsy water pail. She gazed at me with dreamy eyes just as though she were witnessing the dream for herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mother walk into the house, dirt dusting the hem of her skirt and tipping the toes of her shoes. She tramped across the nearly clean kitchen floor, purposely stomping dirt where we’d just scrubbed. ‘Twas our punishment for stopping before the chore was fulfilled. Sister shot me an apologetic look. I simply smiled at her.
READ Chapter 1 ON WATTPAD: http://www.wattpad.com/8024624-prologue-%26-chapter-1-the-seventh-layer-excerpt#.UYzu4Mqld-w
READ Chapter 1 ON SCRIBD: http://www.scribd.com/doc/108802512/The-Seventh-Layer-Prologue-and-Ch-1-Excerpt
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New Adult Scifi/Paranormal
(Already Released – August 17, 2012)
Blurb:
As if growing up Amish wasn't hard enough, Sarah Miller receives information just before her eighteenth birthday about a childhood she can't remember. Accompanied by long lost friends and a few unlikely relatives, Sarah learns of her supernatural destiny and the race to piece together the jigsaw of her life begins. Amidst the whirlwind of unanswered questions, one stands prominent: will the world meet the foreshadowing doom that lingers in the near future, or will Sarah complete the puzzle in time to save her people and ensure the continuance of mankind?
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Seventh-Layer-Rachel-Olson/dp/1478335629/ref=la_B008ZKZGL0_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1368190306&sr=1-2
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-seventh-layer-rachel-a-olson/1112550700?ean=9781478335627
Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Seventh-Layer/book-lFbV2xyukkGvwpaXiuCitA/page1.html?s=HVwP8h-x4USf1b4a8HDfzg&r=1
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/300568
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 across town from 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.
AUTHOR LINKS:
Website: http://rachelaolson.com
Blog: http://parasupernormalism.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/authorrachelaolson
Twitter: http://twitter.com/whitesouljamma
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/authorrachelaolson
Amazon: http://amazon.com/authorrachelaolson
TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke-x6mFCCZg
Excerpt:
Prologue & Chapter 1 (also available on Wattpad and Scribd)
Prologue
It crept down the window like an epileptic spider, jittering from side to side, pausing ever so slightly before continuing its descent.
The rain.
It always fascinated me. I often sat on my bed at night watching it shatter against my window, then travel slowly out of sight, dancing a sorrowful waltz with the low light coming from the oil lamp on my bedside table. It mattered little if I had to be up at dawn to start my daily chores with Sister. Nothing truly mattered when it rained.
“Sarah, is everything alright?” Mother stood in my bedroom doorway. She was a plain woman, light brown hair lacking radiance, dull gray eyes, and thin pale lips that almost matched the color of her near-white skin. Her cheekbones curved high beneath her eyes, the lines sharp. Almost too sharp, almost masculine. But she was a kind, gentle woman. No one could deny her that. “Sarah,” she said again when I didn’t reply right away. I looked over my shoulder at her then, grinning briefly.
“Everything is fine, Mother. I was simply admiring the rain.” She smiled, but there was a flash of sadness in her eyes. I knew that sadness, but we never spoke of such things. Sadness in our community was often seen as a weakness of faith. Mother sat next to me on the edge of my bed. She smoothed down her skirt until it lay perfectly across her thin frame. Folding her hands in her lap, she let out a soft sigh.
“It is a beautiful sight to behold,” she said quietly, gazing out the window. When she turned to me again, her eyes were brimmed with tears. I hugged her quickly, letting her cry silently into my hair. Three days left. That’s all we had. When she finally pulled away, she dabbed lightly at her eyes and nose with the cotton handkerchief she always carried tucked in her sleeve.
“I will always remember you,” I said just above a whisper before laying a chaste kiss atop her hand. “Though I know you’ll all forget me, in time.” She started to shake her head, but she knew it was true. No one remembered, the human mind was too simple to comprehend it. I had begun to notice just over the last week that people in the community were already beginning to forget. Mainly just the ones I wasn’t in contact with everyday, but they were forgetting just the same. It seemed strange to a point. They were all I had known for the last ten years. How could anyone be in your life for so long and so quickly forget who you were entirely? Yet, somehow I knew and understood it. No one ever had to explain it to me, I just knew.
Mother tucked a strand of hair that had fallen out of my braid behind my ear. Her hand cupped my cheek, warm against my skin. I watched her study my face, trying to memorize it before kissing my forehead and leaving my room. I stared at the empty doorway, my heart heavy. Three more days.
Just three more days.
~~~
“I had the dream again,” I told Sister as we scrubbed the kitchen floor.
“It’s so strange to me that you dream so much, Sarah.” Her tone was almost spiteful, maybe even jealous. I’d noticed over the years that either no one spoke of their dreams, or no one really dreamed. I was never really sure which was more accurate. She shook her head at herself. “I apologize. Perhaps I’m not as prepared for you to leave us as I’d convinced myself I was.”
“Sister,” I paused my work to sit back on my heels and look at her. She turned her youthful face to me, looking me straight on with those enchanting brown eyes. “Sister, I can’t imagine it’s easy for anyone to be prepared for what is to come this new moon. How can you, knowing they will use meidung so that no one suspects? That is not a simple slap on the wrist, Sister. I know I can never come back, and it’s not because of meidung. But it seems to give this whole situation a certain omen, does it not?” Her face was dark as she shook her head.
“The Devil’s work, they will say. Cast you out like a rabid dog. Why can we not just say you left of your own volition? Is that not satisfactory? It would be truth! I do not condone this lying for you, but the elders say that God will forgive us.” I smiled then. She had been born into the community and raised according to their beliefs. Not everyone understood why meidung was going to be enforced, not truly. Sister was still young at the ripe age of sixteen. And she was female. Two strikes against her in the community, which meant she was only told that which was required of her to know.
I went back to scrubbing the floor, falling into the silence that awaited us. It welcomed me, embracing me like a long lost child come home. It was short lived. Sister was never comfortable in such an embrace.
“Tell me again about the dream, Sarah. I think I need a distraction this day.” I studied her for a moment. She looked very much like all the other women in the community. Her usual white blouse was fastened up to her neck, the long sleeves shoved to her elbows to avoid the soapy water. Her black cotton skirt billowed down to her ankles even as she knelt on all fours on the floor. Her black bonnet helped tame the runaway strands of her blacker hair, the rest trailed down to the small of her back in a tight braid. She was slightly rounder than the other women, full of hips and breast. Many whispered behind her back that she was the Devil incarnate, come to tempt all of the men into transgression. I knew she’d simply been better blessed, radiated upon by someone watching over. She puffed a strand of that obsidian silk out of her vision, glancing in my direction.
“It was no different than it has ever been. I stood in an open meadow. Larger than any meadow I have ever seen, covered in the brightest wildflowers, as if they’d been freshly painted on canvas. There was nothing else in sight, just meadow and wildflower and clear blue sky. The sky was cloudless, all except that one cloud just above me. It cut out most of the sunlight, leaving the world in a gray haze. Everything seemed totally gray, lifeless. Until I laid eyes on the wildflowers again. There was a loud sound overhead, like thunder clapping. The air itself became thick, so thick it seemed I could spoon it up and eat it. Then I looked up at that one lonely cloud and it split in two. Only it wasn’t a separation of cloud, but an opening. Like a door to somewhere else, Heaven maybe? And there I saw a face, shining at me. So bright was that smile, like sunlight after a spring rain. And a hand descended, coming toward me, growing larger and larger the closer it came. I felt warmth radiating down upon me. Such heavy warmth, it made me feel disoriented. Like how Mother describes the men from the city after they’ve left a brewery. The meadow vanishes and I am wrapped in white light. I smell spices and fermented grapes. Wine perhaps. And smoked meats, such wondrous aromas! But I cannot see past the blinding light. In the distance are voices and laughter…and music. I’ve never known such joyous music! I feel my body rising from the earth, toward where I had last seen that singular cloud. And in a heartbeat, I am surrounded by the blackness of my bedroom, only my racing heartbeat to accompany me.”
Sister had stopped scrubbing, her bristle brush soaking in the sudsy water pail. She gazed at me with dreamy eyes just as though she were witnessing the dream for herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mother walk into the house, dirt dusting the hem of her skirt and tipping the toes of her shoes. She tramped across the nearly clean kitchen floor, purposely stomping dirt where we’d just scrubbed. ‘Twas our punishment for stopping before the chore was fulfilled. Sister shot me an apologetic look. I simply smiled at her.
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