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  Rich Love by Zoe Adams Genre: Billionaire Romance, Western RomanceRelease: October, 2014Publisher: Limitless PublishingBook Blitz: May 17, 2016
Rich Love is book one in “The Billionaires Series”. All three books have recurring characters but can be read in any order.
The fresh prairie wind brings someone new to the ranch.
Royce and Susanna both know how to enjoy life. Together they indulge in Rich Love.

Buy now or read for free with Kindle Unlimited:Amazon US – Amazon UK Excerpt:Susanna felt a nervousness that needed soothing. She had felt their itchy eyes upon her for the last ten minutes. It was a lot for her to bear and entertain people in the middle of a long work day. She smiled at them and carefully shut the door of her truck. Royce had stepped around the car and was walking toward her. They met in the middle of the road and faced each other.Once they were together, they both stood very straight and almost leaned into each other, in a full posture and full attention sort of way.“I wanted to thank you properly.” Royce’s voice was smooth on the wind.Susanna smiled politely and said, “You’re welcome, but there is no need to thank me. It happened days ago, and I’m pretty busy.”“’ Pretty’ would be damn correct.” Royce smoothed his lapel like he wanted to touch something and had just remembered his jacket at the last minute. “If you are always this pretty when you’re busy, then you might be heading into pretty big trouble with me.”Susanna’s breath hitched with his bluntness. Here it was already, his expectations and complete comfort in being a lady’s man. Susanna readjusted herself to a more stand-off pose. “I wouldn’t think that.” Susanna kept her face calm and honest. “You don’t look like the farming or ranching type.”Royce looked at her for a serious moment, before releasing a short laugh. “Neither do you. Even right now, after working in a field, you look like you should be out shopping, or enjoying the good life.”He looked down at her dress in apparent appreciation. She knew he was right to tell her she was overdressed for yard work. Her dress was a Sunday dress. It was worn because of comfort, even if it was over-stylish. Susanna had gotten used to being different, but it was a new experience to share her work clothes with a man. The eyes that met Susanna’s were full of questions. Royce looked full of information and testosterone. Susanna thwarted him with her brain.“Well,” she said and looked over his shoulder toward his friends in the road, “it looks like you’re an expert on the good life.”Royce nodded with a jerk of his head. In her mind it was not the high compliment that Royce was receiving. For the second time, Susanna got the impression that Royce demanded a lot from the people around him, and extra care and planning for him was part of a package deal.His friends were setting up chairs and a table in her private gravel road. Royce stepped aside and put his arm out for Susanna. She had no choice but to walk to the table and be entertained by a guest. It was an unusual feeling for her to be surprised by people’s actions, and it made her extra aware. She stepped lightly on the road and looked at Royce.He was smiling widely and ready to introduce her to his friends. “This is my driver, George. You may remember him from the other night.” Royce held his hand out to the guy closest.He smiled at Susanna when he held out his plain hand. “It’s nice to meet a woman with lots of diesel and horsepower.”That was probably the best compliment he could have given her, and she smiled back widely.Royce interrupted, “Hey, no stealing my girl.”Susanna stiffened at the ownership he had already put on her. She looked at Royce quietly, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was already pointing at the other two people who were putting a few things on the table.The introductions were made, and Susanna knew the ball was in her court. She felt like the outsider, and the reverse of facts was heavy on her mind. She liked to entertain people in her home, not in a field, and she looked around hesitantly.“Come on,” Royce said, holding out his hand to the table. “Let’s sit down and talk.”Susanna sat down in the nearest chair. Royce walked around to the other side of the table. Instead of sitting across from her, he picked up the chair and moved it right beside her. He sat down and eyed her heavily.“Do you always pack a gun?” he asked.“All of the time when I’m at home. The prairie has a lot of snakes, wolves, coyotes, groundhogs.” Susanna shrugged for emphasis. “There are other things.”“That’s very smart of you,” Royce said, nodding.“I’m a safety girl,” Susanna said and clamped her jaw.“That’s a very desirable trait in a woman.”“You’re not from here, are you?” Susanna questioned.“No, I was born in France.” Royce’s voice became more distant.“Where do you live?”“I have houses all over the place.” Royce grinned and then slipped into a cowboy drawl. “I even have a house in that there yonder city.” Hearing that voice come from a sophisticated man caught Susanna off-guard, and she giggled.The sound of Susanna laughing wiped the joke off of his face. He looked at her very seriously, and a little in shock. She stopped laughing and looked at him. When she sat back, she let her whole body completely relax. She lowered her eyes to his hands and tried to picture what he used them for. Susanna couldn’t imagine him working. She raised her eyes back up to his face. Royce seemed to be reading her mind, and he blurted out, “I’m a scientist.”Susanna was in constant shock around him. She wondered if every day with him was a daze.Royce moved his hand over to her knee and continued, “Actually, I am more like a mineralogist. I study rocks, gems, dirt, and gold.” He picked up her boot and slipped her foot out of it. “There are a lot of things I like, and once I like them, I study them.”Adams, Zoe (2014-10-21). Rich Love (The Billionaires Club Book 1) (pp. 46-47). Limitless Publishing LLC. Kindle Edition.About the Author:Zoe Adams currently resides in Hawaii. She was born to a big family in the center of North America. A family store gave a lot of human interaction and work experience from a very young age.Her mother gave a love for books, paper, pens, and any other creative mediums. Her father instilled work ethic for making, repairing, or polishing things until they shine. There was a lot of competition in the large family and Zoe learned how to tell a good story with few words.When not writing she manages vacation rentals in world renowned Lanikai Beach. She can be found on the beach or kayaking with her husband and partner of thirteen years. They have no children but are perfectly content to spoil a dog. Website – Facebook – Twitter – Goodreads Review Quotes:Rich Love from Zoe Adams was a great 4 star read. Romance, Hot alpha billionaire, Strong country girl. He looked like a man who was used to having women swoon over him. Rich Love was a very enjoyable read. If you like to read a great romance this is a book for you. Thank you Zoe Adams, I look forward to reading more from this great author.
This is my first book by this author, and I really enjoyed it. Susanna is a young widow, and lives a quiet life. She first meets Royce when he hits a deer on his motorcycle. He's rich, and not her type at all. Royce feels an instant connection with her, and decides he has to make her his. She keeps him at arms length, and he does his best to show her that he's willing to get his hands dirty by helping her on the ranch. Will Royce be able to get her to give him a chance?
Rich Love is a sweet read. The character development is very good, with a well written story line that flows well. I couldn't turn the pages quickly enough. There is a bit of a twist added in, and overall a fun and consistent read. I can't wait to read more by Zoe Adams.

It's All About the Book with Kristen Morie-Osisek @evernightteen @KPM223 #AmazonGiveaway

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* Please tell us about your current or upcoming release. 

The Sixth Event, by Kristen Morie-Osisek.
Blurb: Eighteen-year-old Raquel isn't eighteen anymore...
During Raquel's first semester of college, she witnesses the end of the world, only to wake up in her old room at her parents' house two years in the past. Even worse, it seems she's the only one who remembers—until Chris Lyley, a boy Raquel always thought was a loser, tells her he remembers the catastrophe.
Before long, they both discover new abilities. They're able to understand any language and teleport through time and space. If Raquel and Chris can figure out what caused the end of their world, maybe they can stop it.

 *What is this book’s genre?  Is this the genre you usually write in?  Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
 
The genre is YA Science Fiction, with a healthy dollop of romance. I routinely write YA Sci Fi or YA fantasy—I can’t help but want to think about how the world could be different if we lived far in the future or in a world with all sorts of paranormal goings-on.
 *What inspired you to write this book?
I’ve always been fascinated by the natural world, and by extinct animals. It always seemed tragic to me that so much of the Earth’s history is gone, accessibly only via fossils. Not to mention that human history spans a tiny amount of time given how long the planet has been around! I wanted a time travel story that would give a unique look at the history of the planet. That’s why the plot revolves around the main characters checking out major extinction events. 

*How did you pick its title?  Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?
At first, I was going to title it A Second Chance, but a peer in a writing group suggested The Sixth Event. It stuck!
 * How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making?

Raquel, the main character is my own invention, and kind of represents someone who is focused on their own life and doesn’t think too much about anyone else. Only after she witnesses the apocalypse does she get shaken out of that mindset, and writing her development as the book goes on, as she becomes more empathic and knowledgeable about the world, was really fun. Chris, on the other hand, is a lot more like me and my friends. He wants his boring life to change, and likes to downplay serious situations with a joke or two. He too changes as the book goes on, and becomes a little less goofy.  
* Who is your favorite character of this book and why?

I have to go with Chris. I like the idea of the comic relief character being the love interest. Plus he has his own problems he has to learn to deal with—he uses humor to hide a lot of his own pain.


*What is your favorite part of this book?  Can you share an excerpt from that part?
Naturally, its when they go back in time to check out dinosaurs. Everyone loves dinosaurs! 
The trees began to thin, and I saw what Chris had been so excited about. My first dinosaur. Dinosaurs, to be more precise. They were huge. Not quite as big as the mammoths, but still huge. Two legged, long tails, no feathers at all, ducking their billed heads into the water of a small lake and pulling up green muck to eat. A few of them had ridges over their heads, like a crest made of bone. My heart pounded, and even though I knew it was real, I once again entertained the thought that I was crazy, or that I really had died that day in Vermont and was only living out a fantasy. “They look like Ducky, but adult,” Chris said. I looked at him. “From Land Before Time?” “Oh yeah.” It was true. I didn’t know what they were called, but I recognized them from the movie. Kind of sad, I realized, that I only knew them from a kid’s movie. Then again, it wasn't something I ever thought would be relevant. I shook my head, like shaking away an insect. Not crazy, right? “Wow.” Chris just stared. The world was silent save for the sounds of the giant dinosaurs dipping their heads into the water. It was like … they moved like two-legged bears, some of them wading into the water up to their thighs. One of them threw back its head quickly, water sprinkling the others and hitting me, far back in the trees. I yelped. One of the turned, staring at me sideways, its giant eye looking right at me. I froze, obeying an instinct that had probably served mammals like me well for millions of years. Then it turned back to the lake. We didn’t matter here. We weren’t supposed to be here. I remembered stories from elementary school, about how animals hadn’t reacted to European hunters because they didn’t know what to make of them. We weren’t hunters, sure, but it felt the same. Of course, the dinosaurs had no reason to fear us. “Look!” Chris pointed. Something small and brown darted out of the bushes. By small, it was about my height, with a long feathered body and a feathered tail. Dinosaur or bird? The dino-bird, like a turkey crossed with a raptor, darted toward the lake’s edge, edging behind the enormous tree-trunk like leg of one of the lake dinosaurs. With a casual toss of its head, one of the lake dinosaurs dashed and butted the dino-bird, the small creature squawking in pain and falling into the water. With frantic splashing, it managed to get back to the edge of the lake, where it stopped for a moment, preening its feathers, a wicked claw visible on the edge of its wing. Another of the lake dinosaurs moved toward it, an angry testing headbutt, and the dino-bird hurried off in a limping run into the bushes, disappearing. The whole thing had taken a few minutes. “Wow,” Chris whispered, turning wide eyes to me. “This is like … every kid’s dream.” I slapped at a bug that was buzzing around my head. I wanted to disagree out of principle, but I couldn’t. “So do you know what they are?” “I don’t remember the names,” Chris commented. “But damn.” “Yeah.” We watched them a while longer. It was different than the mammoths. The mammoths resembled elephants, and ancient humans had seen mammoths before, once upon a time. But these—the giant crested lizards, the dino-bird—no one ever seen them before. No one ever would. For a moment, I figured that even if I was dead and this was all some sort of purgatory, it was all right, because I had seen this. Chris kind of ruined it by starting to hum the Jurassic Park theme, and then sang it aloud, subbing in the words “holy fucking shit, it’s a dinosaur,” in tune with the music. It was kind of clever, though.
 *What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
The end was the hardest part. Without spoiling anything, I had a hard time picking out how it should end. I didn’t want it to be a tragedy, but at least one person had to make a big sacrifice. I think it does end very well, though. I love the epilogue. I hope readers like the idea of little flowers. J 
* Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
Not particularly. I was playing a video game that also featured time travel, so playing that game was a bit of an inspiration. I also did a lot of research into prehistory—that was a lot of fun.

*Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series?  If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series.  If not a series, what comes next to be released? This book is a stand-alone, at least for now. There are other stories that could be told—after all, the book focuses on two characters, but there are seven that help to save the world. For now, though, it’s a stand-alone. In terms of what’s next, I’m working on three new projects—A YA fantasy in the fairy realm and a YA sci fi that’s too early to talk about. ;)


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The Sixth EventKristen Morie-OsisekSci-Fi/Time Travel/Romance/Suspense/DystopianEvernight Teen Publishing/ 74K words

Eighteen-year-old Raquel isn't eighteen anymore...
During Raquel's first semester of college, she witnesses the end of the world, only to wake up in her old room at her parents' house two years in the past. Even worse, it seems she's the only one who remembers—until Chris Lyley, a boy Raquel always thought was a loser, tells her he remembers the catastrophe. 
Before long, they both discover new abilities. They're able to understand any language and teleport through time and space.  If Raquel and Chris can figure out what caused the end of their world, maybe they can stop it.


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My heart pounded as my white ceiling greeted me when I opened my eyes. I blinked frantically, the vision of the rock hitting me still fresh in my mind, the instantaneous crushing sensation throughout my body fading to a dull, residual mental ache. Fear crashed and faded in a wave of relief when it all resolved into the deep blackness of my dorm room.That had been one hell of a dream.I narrowed my eyes, still staring up at the ceiling. My dorm ceiling was gray, not white.I sat up and turned to the left expecting the glaring green glow of my digital clock. Instead, I was greeted with the dim shape of a dresser, outlined in the rosy hue of a rising sun.My pink and white dresser at my parent’s house.Shock spread through me, sending tingles down to my toes. My bedroom was coming into view, not my dorm room.A stuffed dog sat at the foot of my bed. Instead of the giant glass window over the football field, my lace pink curtains fluttered in a warm California breeze, a copy of Teen Vogue sitting on the sill.I rolled over and stood, grabbing the magazine. Justin Bieber smiled at me from the October 2010 cover.Impossible. This was impossible.“Elsie!” I shouted my roommate’s name. The magazine hit the floor with a ruffle of pages. The plush, carpeted floor, not the hard tiles of my room at college.My comfy bed, complete with a feather mattress, took up the same side of the room it always had. My computer desk sat at the far side of the bed, the blocky Dell PC taking up most of the space. A life sciences textbook lay next to it, the image of a tiger on the front coming into focus as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. On the floor, my giant shoulder bag from high school lay with papers strewn around it. I took a step closer, peering at the letters, my heart pounding so hard I didn’t think to turn on the light.High school biology notes. I had taken biology in my junior year.I fled, my door banging against the wall as I ran to the bathroom, flicking on the light.Elsie wasn’t here. I stared into the mirror of my parent’s bathroom, at my frizzy brown hair. I didn’t look so different. A little bit shorter, a little bit ganglier. No freshmen fifteen. I still had that annoying pattern of three pimples that kept coming back on my chin.But I was still younger. Not eighteen, not a college student.A girl in high school. High school. Again.I stared in shock. This couldn’t be true. It must still be part of the dream, part of the green sky and rocks hitting me. I blinked hard, touching my nightgown, pinching my arm until I winced with pain.“Mom!” I shrieked so loud I thought the mirror would shatter. “Mom, Mom, Mom!”My mother came rushing in, her robe pulled tightly around her. “Raquel, what is it?” Her hair framed her face in an unruly brown cloud, her eyes wide and face pale. “What’s wrong?” She was as scared as I was.“What happened?” I shouted as I grabbed her. “What happened?”“What do you mean?” She pulled me out of the hug, looking into my eyes. “Raquel, what is wrong? Are you sick?”In the glaring bathroom light, I stared into her wide eyes. She stared back at me, full of concern, full of worry for her daughter.“The…I died. There were birds dying, and a rock hit me, and I should be in college…” I babbled, and she shook her head, gripping me tight.“Raquel, it was a nightmare. That’s all.”“What’s going on?” My dad’s voice shouted from the dark hallway.“Nothing, dear,” my mother shouted back. “Raquel just had a little night terror.”“At sixteen?” Disbelief and exhaustion edged his voice. “Go to sleep, Raquel,” he added, mumbling.My heart pounded harder, even as I shut my mouth, looking back into the mirror. The mirror in my parent’s house, where a sixteen-year-old me stared back. My stomach flipped, then sank into my feet.I was two years younger. The world was two years younger.And no one else remembered anything.


Kristen Morie-Osisek has always had a fascination with the natural world. She is an academic by trade who specializes in addiction research, but also has a healthy interest in geology and the history of the planet. She focuses on writing science fiction and fantasy. The Sixth Event is Kristen’s debut book. Website    Twitter    Instagram




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Learning CurveMelissa Kendall
Decadent Publishing, 1Night StandContemporary BBW Erotic romance
110 Pages

Madame Eve may have helped them find one another. But meshing their two worlds together isn’t easy.
When Dean is nominated for an Emmy, he is so excited he invites Sally to be is date for the evening.
Sally is reluctant at first but eventually agrees. Petrified the world media will make fun of her for being the fat chick on Dean’s arm, she works her butt off to lose weight before the big event. 
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Sally Austens’ sexual experience is limited and unsatisfactory at best. Now, as she turns thirty, it looks like the relationship train has missed her stop. When a friend tells her about 1Night Stand and suggests it might just change her life, she’s skeptical but shoots for the stars when asking for her perfect date. Go big or go home, right?
Dean Martorino lives in the public eye. Surrounded on a daily basis by society’s idea of stunning beauty, he longs for a woman with curves he can get lost in. At the suggestion of his long-time friend and manager, Dean shares his secret with Madame Eve hoping she can find him a match to fill his arms and satisfy his desires.
Can Sally accept the beauty Dean sees in her long enough to curve his appetite or will they both go home hungry?
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About The Author:Melissa Kendall is a forty-year-old mother of two from Perth, Western Australia, the second-most isolated capital city in the world. Predominantly a stay-at-home mum, she works a few hours a week as a software support consultant. She has always loved to read and write, and spent most of her teens writing poetry and short stories. Over the years, daily life got in the way and she lost the passion for it, but after the birth of her first child, Melissa discovered e-books and her interest in writing rekindled. She is the author of two published short stories and Matronly Duties her first full-length novel.. Website: http://www.melissakendall.net Blog: http://mkendallauthor.blogspot.com.au Twitter: @mkendallauthorFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/mkendallauthor/



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No Reason to Hide by P.H. Turner needs your votes on Kindle Scout. No Reason to Hide by P.H. TurnerSeries: The Nation Book ThreeNo reason to hide...he's already here. Navajo cop Jessica Akee finds a body sprawled in the weeds on the Reservation. What at first looks like just another gang killing is a far more disturbing murder. On loan from the Phoenix PD, top cop Charlie Stone partners with Jessica to find the killer. Her gangbanger brother is a suspect and dabbles in dark rituals, refusing to turn from the razor's edge between good and evil. Soon all that is human of him is stripped away. Can Charlie save Jessica before evil claims her?
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Would you be interested in writing a paragraph or two about why you wrote the book, or why readers should vote for you, etc?In the era of free love and nickel beer, I was 'the good girl.' From a family whose finances were wrecked by the sudden illness of my father, my Mom took the reins and went to work. Watching her taught me to value security more than dreams. Every penny counted and was counted twice.I wrote stories as a girl and laboriously printed them in spiral notebooks, but I put aside my childhood dreams and took a job teaching high school English in a tough inner city school to put my husband through graduate school— until a fight interrupted a lesson on subjunctive mood and verb tense. Two students fought out of the classroom and into the hallway while the rest cheered them on. One picked up the other and threw him over the staircase where he landed with a wet thump.I quit at the end of the year, went back to school, and studied broadcast journalism, spending more than three decades producing news shows, telling other people's stories, and running educational television stations for universities, and teaching. A bout with cancer, a divorce or two, and the conclusion of raising two wonderful children refined my focus, and I returned to my first love, writing.Romantic mysteries are complex puzzles solved by complicated, conflicted characters who have interesting relationships, and I love reading them. The Nation series is set on the Navajo Nation, and the setting is always a character– - the dry mountains, and the sweeping deserts, occasionally pounded by rains that turn the dry washes into rivers of mud and debris.In No Reason to Hide, a female Navajo cop struggles to save her younger brother from an Indian gang, and the evil which stalks him for revenge.Excerpt: My younger brother's grin was triumphant. "Don't play yourself or me for stupid. I'm a Cobra.""Where were you last night?""Oh, so now you're not my loving caretaker. You're a cop." He jacked his pants up to his waist. Buttoning and zipping with only one good hand was hard for him."Don't you ever talk to me like that. Knowing where you were last night is caring for you. Answer me."He barked, "I was home. Mom was there. She can vouch for me. She's working days."If Mom was working day shifts, she could back him up—if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't, well, I didn't want to think about it. "I'll ask Mom.""Yeah"—he sneered—"you do that. Check up on the little bro.""Stop acting like a jackass. You have a family who loves you, and you have opportunities if you don't screw them all up. Here, throw your shirt around your shoulders. I'm taking you home, and then I'm going back to work.""Is Mom going to be at home?" He sounded like a little boy, and his eyes were rounded with fear."Mom will be home after work. Would you like me to pick you up a burger? You can eat before you go to bed. I'll call and check on you until Mom gets home.""Yeah, I'm hungry."Still not a thank you, but less mouthy. He needed help getting up on the running board and into my police unit. I drove through Burger King and then on to Mom's house. She lived on the Nation in a weather-beaten single-wide where the three of us had grown up. I vividly remembered the day the front door banged shut behind my Dad. What I hadn't known was his back was the last I would ever see of him.Also Available by P.H. Turner:  WinterkillA Web of Murder, Mayhem, and LustA beautiful reporter and a charming rancher are caught in a web of mayhem, murder. . .and lust.Reporter Sawyer Cahill returns home to Cheyenne, Wyoming to report for the local television station. But leaving behind the coverage of San Antonio's gangland murders only lands her in the middle of a wave of ritualistic animal mutilations. Harassed and threatened, Sawyer plunges into her investigation.Former attorney turned rancher, Jake Spooner is torn between his desire for Sawyer and his need to keep her safe. Jake's mission is to bring the killer down before he strikes again.Amazon – Barnes & Noble – iBooks – Kobo – Google Play 
 Death & Desire: The Nation Book One ANCIENT RITUALS. UP-TO-THE-MINUTE DECEPTION. Reporter Taylor McWhorter knows something is going on at the newly reopened uranium mine in the backcountry on the Navajo reservation. The Native workers are fired. Rumors of bad Native American spirits and shapeshifters mingle with the stink of leach pit mining. And Taylor’s sources keep turning up dead…Until she meets Captain Trace Yazzie, head of the tribal police force and plenty to reckon with on his own. The chemistry between them is enough to incinerate Taylor’s rule about mixing business and pleasure. But with a murderer on the loose, priceless Navajo artifacts turning up in the wrong places, and Trace’s suggestion that spirits disturbed from looted burial sites might be part of the problem, Taylor can’t afford to lose her head to lust. This might be the story of the year. But unless she keeps her wits about her, it could be the last one Taylor ever tells.Amazon – Barnes & Noble – iBooks – Kobo – Google Play 
Desert Heat: The Nation Book Two Navajo Witchery. Human Treachery.Social worker Jordan Bia finds a child who escaped her captors and a life in the sex trade, but four other girls from her small Mexican village were not so lucky. Smugglers hide their human cargo in the hoodoos of a remote canyon on the reservation—a place the Navajo shun, fearful of the witches who practice their black rituals and feast on the dark energy of evil. Mysterious rites, omens of death, and bodies litter the canyon.When she meets Navajo police officer Sam Tohee, sparks fly fueled by the danger of hunting men who buy and sell little girls. Techno savvy Jordan plots to trap the smugglers and free the rest of the children, but unless she and Sam can find the power to defeat the witches she may not live long enough to save the girls. Amazon  
About the Author:I call Austin, Texas home now after working on the East and West coasts, the Rocky Mountains, and an island in the Gulf of Mexico. I've come full circle to live and work close to the farm my family settled in the 1850's.Truth is stranger than fiction, and years in the news business provided lots of peculiar characters and stories to write about. My books are set in my favorite places, the desert canyons and high mountains of the American West.Twitter – Facebook

Release Blitz: RED KNIGHT by RK Close @RCKClose @SizzlingPR #RedNight

Red Night by RK Close Release Date: May 10, 2016Publisher: Limitless PublishingGenre: Paranormal RomanceRelease Blitz: May 11, 2016 For five hundred years I have feasted on the blood of the innocent.For centuries I have seduced beautiful victims into my bed.And all this time, I have never gone without…I am Zachariah…While enduring endless days as an immortal, only one urge soothes my savage need.Blood. I have consumed countless humans—I have witnessed mountains of corpses piled beneath my feet. But none more significant than the woman I once loved.My heart was not the only one she captured, but it would be the last…An inferior creature turned her heart against me—Adam. Such a pathetic identity to be named after the original creation of God, and always besting me in life. But in death—I am king.I am far more treacherous.I should be feared.I demand to be remembered. And I am, for being known as the immortal who slayed the woman we both loved, and my rampage continues…Now in the scorching desert, I find prey well worth the chase…Samantha.And my interest in this mortal runs deep. Adam has pursued me over the globe in search of revenge—but his own weaknesses have made him vulnerable. He’s taken to the striking mortal, which means only one thing.She will be my next target. But this time, not for the taste of blood. I will take her as my own mate, and neither Adam, or anyone else, will stop me…Buy now or read for free with Kindle Unlimited:Amazon US – Amazon UK Read the first chapter here:Dirty little secrets are my bread and butter. Everyone has them, and exposing what people try to hide is how I make my living.I’ve always liked to watch people, study them, and unravel their mysteries. Give me a few minutes and I’ll know if they’re happy, sad, needy, or insecure.People are easy for me to read and far too predictable. Money, sex, and power are prime motivating factors, at least for the people I’m hired to expose. Tonight, I’m doing just that.Busy shoppers move past me as if they’re running out of time. With the holiday hours at the Scottsdale Fashion Mall, they’re feeding their retail addiction late into the evening.Thanksgiving hasn’t even passed, yet Christmas sales and shopping have begun in full force. I’m not interested in the shoppers or the sales. My focus is on the Tiffany & Co. store across from where I sit. A certain female shopper named Rebecca Tanner stopped in there about twenty minutes ago and still hasn’t emerged. I’m tempted to follow her inside and see what the heck she’s doing, but keeping a low profile will make my job easier.The coffee in my cup is now cold and my stomach is rumbling loudly because I missed dinner. Just as I’m growing bored and restless, a tall attractive woman with long auburn hair walks out of the store. She’s on the arm of a dark-haired man wearing a gray tailored suit. Both look as though they belong on the cover of a magazine instead of shopping at the mall, but they do make a striking pair. He has movie star quality written all over him. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb.The redhead smiles and leans into him. Her eyes never leave him, but he appears preoccupied with leading her swiftly through the crowd. Her companion appears detached or aloof. Rebecca is my target tonight, but he’s the surprise.Where did you come from, Mystery Man?Tossing my coffee in the trash and grabbing my fake shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret, I begin to follow them.Mystery Man’s dark hair catches the light and gives him an unearthly glow. With broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist, even his expensive suit can’t hide his long muscled legs. He has an air of confidence in the way he holds himself that causes shoppers to quickly part around him—many stopping to stare or catch a second look. Nobody is moving for me and I’m forced to dodge bodies in order to keep up.I’m not easily surprised. This evening may have developed an interesting twist, a bump in the road. I love bumps and twists because they make life and especially work, more interesting.The couple turns down a long hallway that leads to the public restrooms but they continue through metal doors marked, ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY.’ Without slowing my pace, I ditch the shopping bag and pull my long hair into a quick, messy bun. Before I reach the doors, I’ve pulled a solid black apron from my bag and slipped it over my head. This apron is the best ten dollars I’ve ever spent. It gets me into all sorts of places. Add a fake name tag and I’m unstoppable.Good thing I’m not wearing heels tonight.Through the doors is another dimly lit, industrial hall with many gray metal doors. There is a stark difference between the lights, color, and holiday music of the festive mall to the colorless, sterile feel of this corridor.Moving purely on instinct, I head left down the hall and around a corner. There I find a door marked ‘EXIT.’ Not knowing what’s on the other side, I stop to compose myself. Easing the door open, a burst of cool air hits me as I peer into a dark concrete jungle also known as the underground parking garage. I’m parked down here, but I can’t say where because I’ve never been to this area before.Lighting down here is worse than in the hallway I came from. There is no visual end, only a dark abyss in both directions. There are no bustling shoppers at the moment, and the cars are still. The silence is a creepy reminder that I’ve left the security of the mall.My head snaps in the direction of a slight sound, somewhere to my left. The sound may have come from one of the corners where the light doesn’t touch. Narrowing my eyes, I focus all of my senses on the blackness but I’m unable to make out more than inky shadows.They didn’t have time to leave, so where are they?I’m considering pulling out my small flashlight and shining it into car windows, when I hear it again: a slight scraping sound coming from the dark corner.Gotcha.In case I’m being watched, I pretend not to hear as I walk in the opposite direction. Turning a corner, I crouch behind a row of cars and work my way back. At times like this, I sometimes wish my legs weren’t so long.My hiding spot is roughly sixty feet away from the suspicious sound, behind a dark sedan. Two forms that blend into one finally take shape in the dense shadows. Rebecca Tanner is one busy gal. I guess having an affair with my client’s husband is not enough for her. We can add hooking up with random men at the mall to her resume.Cheating on the cheater is poetic justice at its finest.There was a time when spying on unknowing individuals would cause me embarrassment or guilt. After all, it’s like I’m digging around in people’s dirty laundry. Eventually, my skin got thicker and my sensibilities became…less sensitive.It’s not like I ask people to cheat on their spouse or steal from their company. Some people might call me a voyeur. I’m not, but I gain a great deal of satisfaction finding answers to questions and giving my clients closure.I’m hoping this twosome doesn’t go X-rated on me, so I pull out my camera with a telephoto lens and set the aperture to pull as much light as possible without using the flash. I lift the camera to my eye, start to focus on the couple, and—What I originally perceived as a passionate embrace now looks suspicious. Rebecca’s back is toward me. Mystery-Man has a hand intertwined in her long red hair, holding the back of her head. His face is buried in her neck and the other hand has a death grip on her arm.That’s going to leave a mark. If he keeps this up, she’ll be wearing long sleeves and turtlenecks for weeks.All the popular Hollywood visions of vampires pop into my head and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Of all the silly things to think about. Those types of movies have never been my thing, but I’ve seen a few.I prefer comedies.Pop culture seems to like its romance with a touch of horror and violence mixed in. I’ve never understood the attraction, myself.Still, my stomach feels uneasy, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It’s not like me to let my imagination run away. I’m a professional, after all.I knew it was too late for that coffee.Still, I have the nagging feeling I’m witnessing a crime. Only I’m not sure what crime it is. Death by hickey?I’m cracking myself up tonight. Definitely too much caffeine.My current client hired me to prove that her husband is having an affair with another woman. He is, and Rebecca Tanner is the other woman. My client’s husband stands to lose his marriage of twenty-four years and a great deal of his wealth because of his affair with Ms. Tanner. How I would love to be a fly on the wall when the lawyer presents him with these photos! Revenge won’t mend my client’s broken heart but it might help that bitter pill to go down easier.Nights like these, I feel like an avenging angel—minus the wings.It may not be angelic making a living exposing cheaters, liars, and thieves, but the money is good. I set my own schedule, and enjoy most of the challenges that my career presents. Challenges such as how to get out of here before clothing items start to fly and this scene becomes pornographic.Click!Right as I press the button to take the first of many incriminating pictures, Mystery Man’s head rises a fraction as his eyes lock on me. I think my heart skipped a beat or two.Oh, crap! He couldn’t possibly hear that.But there he is, looking right at me. I’ve never felt so naked or exposed.With his lips still on her neck, his gaze never leaves me. Panic rises in my chest. Neither of us move for what feels like an eternity. Even without help from the telephoto lens, I can clearly see his eyes in the darkness. Some trick of the light causes them to glow.Without breaking our stare, I shove my camera in my purse as I prepare to rise and run for it. I only release his stare when I’m ready to run.My foot catches on my apron and I stumble, landing on my hands and knees, my bag still gripped in my fingers. My hair has fallen out of its messy bun and hangs in my face. I can’t see a damn thing. Frantically, I shove my hair out of my way but when I do, I see he’s reached me first. Somehow he’s breached the distance between us and stands a mere car’s length away.What the hell?He starts to move toward me with a lethal grace. Judging by his size and the way his body moves, my defense skills will only prolong the inevitable. I find his eyes are a distraction.They’re the bluest I’ve ever seen.A savage look on his handsome face tells me it’s about to get ugly.Did he growl at me?I’m reminded of a panther moving in for the kill from some nature show. Under any other circumstance, I would admire someone his size maneuvering this gracefully. His movements are fluid and perfect like a well-choreographed dance.Does Death dance? I’m about to find out.Like a deer in the headlights, I freeze. What a surprise that all my self-defense training flies out the window. My limbs refuse to move and my throat feels like I’ve been days without water. Frozen by fear, my traitorous body refuses to obey my mental commands. I can’t even scream.Like a predator, he senses my fear and reacts to it. Just when I think I’m dead, a group of young men burst from the stairwell laughing and talking loudly. “Blue Eyes,” as I’m naming him, stops his advance and slowly, reluctantly pulls his gaze from me to glare in the direction of the young men.Once he looks away, something in me clicks and I immediately move into action. My body feels awkward at first, as though I’m moving through water. Finding my missing voice, I yell at the group of men, even as I begin running toward them. “Hey, you guys want to help a girl out?” My voice sounds raspy and hoarse.My unintentional rescuers look startled but alert. The foursome looks over my shoulder to see who I’m running from. Their faces register concern but not the reaction I’m expecting. Confused, I glance over my shoulder to find Blue Eyes is gone and so is Rebecca. I spin around in a circle but it’s as if they’ve vanished into thin air.So why don’t I feel safe? About the Author:Hello! I’m RK Close, author of the ‘Vampire Files Trilogy’. ‘Red Night’ is the first book in the series. I write paranormal-romance & urban-fantasy with a hint of darkness and a dash of humor. Creating characters that my readers will fear, fall in love with, despise or cheer for, is what I love most about writing.Ann Rice gets all the credit for my vampire addiction which started in my early twenties. Like so many others, I fell in love with her vampires first.Originally from Kentucky, I’ve lived most of my life in Arizona where I met and married my true love. We were late to the game so we knocked out three ankle-biters in quick succession. We often joke that parenthood saved us from ourselves. Now we need to be saved from parenthood. *just kidding* We love our darling spawn.When I’m not writing, I’m taking care of a busy family, dragging my butt to CrossFit, thinking about my stories or spending time with family and friends. My dream is to sell enough books to hire someone to clean our house and cook our meals. Okay, maybe that’s my family’s dream. I tend to get a little obsessed when I write.Truthfully, I would love the opportunity to pull you into my world of strong independent females, mysterious vampires, noble hunters, hungry werewolves and seductive yet deadly fae. If you like paranormal-romance in a modern-urban setting with plenty of romantic tension, mystery and suspense, then my novels were written for you.Limitless Publishing - Facebook - Website - Twitter

Playing the Game by Shawnte Borris @SizzlingPR @Shawnte_author

Playing the Game, Derek Backhard by Shawnte BorrisRelease Date: March 30, 2016Genre: Romance, Sports RomanceTour Dates: April 29, 2016 Since being drafted by the NHL to play for his home team at age nineteen, Derek Backhard has had everything he's ever dreamed of - unrivaled MVP mentions, countless goals and assists, even being compared to the great one. Holding the power to control his future in the palm of his hands, nothing stood in his way.Until the unthinkable happened, and everything about his life shifted. Past priorities fell away the moment he held baby Ryder in his arms mere moments after losing his close friend, and Ryder's father, Brad.After weeks of watching Liz fall apart over the loss of her husband as she struggled to adjust to life as a single parent, Derek vows to give her and Ryder everything they deserve, creating a life he never knew he always wanted.Rocked to her core by her changing feelings for him, Liz doesn’t know what to do with Derek or his offer. Uncertainty swirls within her as she leans on her lifelong friend during the hard times, but how much of his attention is real, and how much is pity?Is she strong enough to let him in and let him take care of her, or will she force him away and back into the life she thinks he really wants? iBooks - Amazon US - Amazon UK  Interview: Can you tell us a little about Playing the Game?PTG wasn’t supposed to happen at first. *spoiler* I had no plan to write a series until Brad died in book one and as I grieved him, yes I grieved him too as it was also a shock to me that he died. Brad kept talking and talking that he wanted his scene to be written, he wanted his own book but I had to figure out a way to make that happen. Yes the book is about Derek but that is why Brad shadows the book so much.Playing the Game is actually the second book in The Game series, do readers need to read the first book in order to completely understand and enjoy Playing the Game?Absolutely you need to read book one. You need to get to know each character first and why they say and do the stuff that they do. Yes in book two they’ve grown, but I still feel it’s very important that you understand the development and bond they all have together.What can you tell us about the first book, The Game?The Game was written all in fun. Kirsten is my other half really, I’m very straight-shooting and I don’t give anything away when I make a business deal. I am often told I am a very hard person to read which sometimes comes off that I am a b*tch, just like Kirsten. If I changed professions and went into business, Kirsten is exactly how I want to be. I also have a strong bond with my high school friend twenty years later so it was important to me that Kirsten had that too.What was the inspiration for Playing the Game?Easy, I wrote a book about my ultra-ego. LOLWhat about hockey and the NFL draws you in?I’m not sure what draws me to hockey, besides that I’m Canadian and it’s a passion we share. When I watch the games at home, I’m loud. I talked to the players, give the coach my coaching opinions and I yell when stupid moves are made. Yet, when I go to a live game I sit and front of my seat never taking my eyes off the ice and I’m as quiet as a mouse. I really am the most boring person to take to a game. As for the NFL, I don’t watch and when I do, I’m lost because it different rules then the CFL.Do you have a favorite hockey player or team?My favorite team is the Oilers, there are my home team (you don’t cheer for another team other than your home team, that is just wrong) and don’t make fun of my team either because what you are going to poke fun at me with, I make the same statements. LOL! I don’t have a favorite player because it’s a team effort, not one play is better than another.While writing Playing the Game plot and outline? If so did you follow it, or did it go off track and turn out differently than excepted?I write an outline plot for every book and character, however when I start writing and developing each character they start to take over. I have yet to actually write a book that looks anything like my plot and outline. My books always turn out different when what’s in my head when I start to write.How much control do your characters have over the outcome of the book? Did they throw any curve balls balls at you in Playing the Game?Yes, the characters have a lot of control over my work, apparently. I find they all become bossy. Definitely curve balls are thrown in, such as Brad- he was not to die and Derek was to finish out his playing career due to an injury, not by choice.Describe Derek in five words.Dominate, Fierce, Loving, Caretaker and HOTDescribe Liz in five words.Soft, Outgoing, Quiet, Nurturing and PassionateWhat was going through Derek’s mind when he first held Liz’s son, Ryder?I think tons of emotions were running through his head at one time. It’s hard to pin point which one to really focus on, a lot was happening at his point in time of the book.Do you have a favorite scene/moment in Playing the Game?Chapter twelve is one of my favorites because it’s real life. My favorite line is “Press Cougar Claudia.” LOL it still makes me laugh.Do you identify with any of the characters in Playing the Game?I have Kirsten work ethic but I also am entune to Liz’s nurturing.Do you plan to write more about any of the characters in Playing the Game? Maybe one of Derek’s team members?Adam and Caroline’s story is next followed by Logan and Steve’s. So far I have no plan to write another hockey book but if I was, I think Jonesy would get a book.Do you aim for a certain number of pages or words each day?No, I’m an erratic writer. With so much going on, on the farm at different times of the year it’s hard to sit and write some days. One day I will write eight pages, the next three days nothing then fifteen pages. My goal is to get two books out a year… maybe three.When did you know you wanted to be an author?I didn’t know I wanted to become an author, it wasn’t my intent at all. I have my schooling to teach special needs children and when I stopped teaching to have my family, writing found me when my youngest started kindergarten full time.You have a number of books released, do you have a favorite?Currently I have six books published with hopefully two more on the way this year and two more covers complete after that… with another one being developed in August.When you’re not writing, what can you be found doing?Reading, traveling, farming, 4H and of course chilling with my family and friends.What are you writing now? Anything you can tell us about it?When I come back from A Weekend With The Authors, in Nashville in May I am going to be starting an MC (motorcycle series) Waking Up In Leather. It’s not going to be your traditional MC book, it will focus more on romance but of course there will be crude things involved.What is something that you find particularly challenging about writing or being an author in general?The most challenging for me is to stick to deadlines, I absolutely SUCK at them. The other is reaching out to my readers, I wish there was additional ways to meet more of them, find out their story. I love book signings for this reason I don’t necessarily sell myself, I’d much rather meet the readers.What advice would you give to writers just starting out?Write for you and no one else! You will not please everyone and nor should you. Write because it’s a passion for you, not for another way to make an income- because it’s that’s the case you will be eating mac and cheese forever.Do you have any writing rituals? Anything you must have while writing? Coffee? Candy? etc.Candy, I eat so much candy it’s sickening really and when I edit I binge eat everything.Who influenced your writing/life the most?No one influences my writing because I write for me and what I want to read. But I will say this journey all started when I was thirty and I read my first ever book beginning to cover, then the entire series in three days. Thanks to Twilight.Is there anything you’d like to say to your readers?I truly can’t thank my readers and bloggers enough. This past year was a nightmare and each and every reader and blogger stuck by me till the bitter end and for that they will always have my gratitude.What are the names of your published books and where can we purchase them?With LoveThe GamePlaying The GameFalling For BentleyCatching HaleyHaley & BentleyAll my books are available where most e-books are soldWhat is next for you?Waking Up In Leather (MC Series) 2016He’s My Home (spin off to Falling For Bentley Series) Travis & Whitney 2016Strings (YA) 2017Fear (MMA) 2017Breakaway (YA) 2018Fighting The Game (??) Adam & CarolineNegotiating The Game (??) Steve & Logan

What reviewers are saying...“I have been anticipating this book forever and I can happily say I was not disappointed.” Sweet Love“I loved the part with Press Cougar Claudia.” Rebecca A“Pages were so well written and you feel the emotion of the characters point of view.” CeeJays Reading Review“Such a refreshing story.” T. Cantu“The perfect sequel to The Game. Just like in all of Shawnte's books, Playing The Game gives the reader exactly what they are looking and hoping for.” Ariel“5 hockey puck stars!!!” Melissa M“If you enjoy funny banter, crazy best friends, and sweet and supportive friends then this is a series for you.” Keri Q“WOW!! Awesome book!! I thought I loved Derek from The Game until I read this book! My love & admiration for this character is 100 times more!!” Jenny S“This book tugged at everything in my heart, oh man, all the feels. Shawnte wrote the hell out of this book.” Silvia S“Story worth reading, it tender, it grabs you by your heart and you shed tears and then laugh.” Jara B

All about the Author:Shawnte is an international bestselling romance author with her Falling for Bentley series. She hales from central Alberta, Canada. Where she is a mother of two and co-owns a cow/calf operation with her husband of twelve years. As much as she fusses about farming, she enjoys the rural living lifestyle it offers.When Shawnté is not sitting at her kitchen table hammering away on her laptop while watching the moose chase her cows across the yard, yes this really happens. Then she is busy attend school activities, community events and chauffeuring children here and there. She is big on playing softball and watching hockey.When the time comes to relax, you will find her snuggled underneath her down comforter reading on her Ipad. Wait…who are we kidding, if the dishes, vacuuming, laundry or the bathrooms needs a hose down, you’ll always hear her say, “Just after this chapter.” She doesn’t have a favorite author or best story because everyday she falls in love with someone new.You will find Shawnte on Facebook, Twitter and TSU. Please go like her page and leave a review/star rating on the books she’s wrote that you fell in love with.Facebook - Website - Twitter   

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Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs A Danger Cove Pet Sitter MysterySally S. Smith & Jean SteffensGemma Halliday PublishingISBN: 9781943587469


—In this dog eat dog world, it’s people you have to keep your eye on.
When Lizzie Jones, pet sitter extraordinaire, is asked to watch over her best friend's two spoiled dogs at the posh gated community of Craggy Hill Estates, the last things she expects is to wind up in the middle of a homicide. But that's exactly what happens when she finds her best friend's cheating husband and Danger Cove’s celebrity bodybuilder champ, Mr. Jupiter, floating facedown in his hot tub. To make matters worse, the police aren’t looking any further than the wife for a suspect—isn’t it always the wife? Well, not in this case—at least Lizzie refuses to believe it.
Between dealing with Craggy Hill's hot security guard, Tino Morales—who also just happens to be the man who broke Lizzie’s heart in high school, caring for her grieving friend, and watching three rambunctious dogs, Lizzie has her hands full. So she recruits her famous granddad, retired network field correspondent, Jimmy John Jones, to help her put two and two together to find the real killer. Was Mr. Jupiter murdered by one of his women on the side? A jealous, disgruntled employee? Or someone with a bitter and deep-seated hatred of the superstar? It's up to Lizzie, Jimmy John, and Lizzie's own pug, Vader, to crack the case before the killer claims another victim...this one much closer to Lizzie’s own heart!



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Excerpt: Passion, Poison & Puppy Dogs"I was thinking about you too," I said. "I had a terrific time last night. Dinner, dancing. What more could a girl ask for?"He smiled down at me, lifted my hand over my head, and led me to circle beneath our arms. Humming softly, he pulled me into a slow dance and whispered in my ear, "There are all kind of rhythms to the bachata. You like this one?"Whew. When exactly had his cute-and-cuddly factor flipped the switch to hot and sexy? I was so caught up in the nearness of him that I actually made it a few beats before stepping on his toes and causing him to flinch in pain.Dang. "Sorry, Tino. I guess I should have warned you that I'm a notorious klutz."He was all dewy-eyed and cuddly. "But the cutest klutz I've ever seen." And before I realized what he had in mind, he bent his head, pulled me in at the waist, and planted a kiss on me. Our lips met softly, then tightened as we pushed against each other, caught by surprise at the heat we were generating.I stepped back, breathing hard. He blinked a few times and ran his hand through his soft dark hair."Oh my," I said."Caliente," he said."Yes." I shook my head to clear it. "You can say that again.""Caliente."


Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens Author Bio
The international best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive and organized and systematic? What could be better than that?
The two desert dwellers work together side-by-side, literally finishing each other’s sentences, putting together their novels faster and more efficiently than they ever could individually. 
When their heads aren’t together over a manuscript, you’ll find them with their families, at a movie, the yoga studio, the mall, or out-to-lunch—in the food sense, not the spaced-out sense, well…most of the time. Their current series include Jordan Welsh & Eddie Marino Novels, Mystic Isle Mysteries, Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mysteries, and coming soon, Aloha Lagoon Gabby LeClair Mysteries, and Digby Sloan Mysteries.Visit our website, look around, and sign up for our newsletter. We love hearing from our readers and always answer our e-mails: smithandsteffens@cox.net.
Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona, awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package. 
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A Playlist from The Separation by Stormy Corrin Russell @evernightteen @stormyrussell @bloggerbees

Playlist for the book:
While I don’t have a specific playlist that I listened to while writing (I’m a Pandora person, so who knows what was on and when), I do have songs that I associate with certain parts of the book:1.    “Cherry Wine” - Hozier -- This song goes so well with chapter 1, specifically with the introduction of Eroyn’s relationship with her Elder, Grace. It’s a sweet melody which helps you feel the way Ero looks up to her, but it also has these haunting notes that hint at the inevitable complication of Grace’s dementia.2.    “Howl” - Beware of Darkness -- When Ero and Archer meet each other for the first time, and subsequently almost kill each other, this song comes to mind. It’s this really incredibly aggressive song with romantic tension strung through it. This is pretty much a mirror of those two characters.3.    “Raise Hell” - Dorothy -- There is a flashback to when Grace chose Ero as her Youth, and I will tell you that it involves Ero tearing her dress and starting a fist fight. She is the queen of raising hell, so this song is a no-brainer. 4.    “The Lightning Strike Part I” - Snow Patrol -- This is a perfect backdrop to the climax of the book, which is exciting, terrifying, triumphant, and painful all at once. 5.    “Wings” - Birdy -- In chapter 22, there is this really sad moment that I had a rough time writing, and I played this over and over, in tears while writing. But, just like the chapter, the song ends on this heartbreakingly hopeful note. It’s just perfect.6.    “Bottom of the River” - Delta Rae -- At the end of the book, Ero makes a vow to seek revenge. This, my friends, is a fantastic song for that.
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 The SeparationStormy Corrin Russell
Evernight Teen, 83k wordsDistopian, Sci-Fi, Romance

In a world where men and women live on separate sides of a massive wall, seventeen year old misfit Eroyn Fairchild has always been too busy with her broken family to wonder why they live the way they do. 
  When a man from the other side breaks through, Ero holds him hostage, hoping for a ransom large enough to pay for her Elder Grace’s treatment. Things get more complicated as the man is followed by two others who make Ero question everything she’s ever known about her life. 
  As Ero searches for the truth, the lines between right and wrong blur, leaving her to choose between saving her city and saving herself.




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Teaser: One of the things I love about Grace is that she is the heaviest sleeper I know. So heavy, in fact, she doesn’t hear me dragging a thrashing body through the front door at two in the morning. For the first time in my life, I consider it lucky that we live on the outskirts of the north side. If we didn’t, I would never have been able to get it this far without attracting attention. A loud, confused sound starts to come from the net, so I kick it firmly.        “Shut up,” I hiss, looking around nervously. I’m not worried about Grace rousing, but I don’t want the neighbors waking up and noticing my noisy cargo. I kick twice more, as hard as I can. Silence, finally. With a sigh, I wipe my arm across my forehead, getting rid of the sweat beading there. I sink down on the couch, staring at the large lump inside the net on my living room floor unblinkingly. Little red flowers are blooming all over the heavy white plastic, and they grow quickly. It’s blood, I realize with a sick feeling. It’s seeping through from the inside and leaking onto the clean white carpet of our house. It can’t be real. It just can’t be.I see Almond cut across the room and sniff at the lump with caution. With one movement, I scoop him up and press him to my chest in horror. For the first time, I realize the danger of what I've just done. I’ve invited a monster into my house.        I’ve made a horrible, horrible mistake. It takes Luna ten minutes to get here five minutes faster than usual but it feels like hours. She lets herself in the back door quietly, but I rush into the kitchen to meet her.        “Where’s Grace?” she asks with urgency, dropping her medical bag on the kitchen table.        “What? No, I … this isn’t about Grace,” I stutter. I open my mouth once, then again, but it’s no use. Nothing is coming out, so I turn on my heel and tiptoe into the living room. Luna wordlessly follows, eyeing the netted form. I kneel next to it, holding my breath. With shaking hands, I slide the knife into the plastic and pull it upwards slowly. I know what it’s going to reveal when I pull the plastic away, but it still makes my breath leave my lungs in an audible whoosh. I can’t seem to inhale again once it’s gone. I hear Luna do the same next to me.        “Is it a…?” She leaves her sentence unfinished, and I nod. The small slit I cut in the plastic shows a thick arm under a rolled-up shirt, far too thin for our recently nasty winter. At the very end of the slit, I glimpse a swollen throat and a jaw covered in a dark shadow of hair. A chill runs down my spine and my stomach turns.        “Is he alive?” Luna asks, her voice small.        “I … I think so.” I stare at the floor guiltily. “I kicked him pretty hard to shut him up.” She scoots closer and with trembling fingers folds back the plastic to see his side, where most of the blood is coming from.        “Cut the rest of it off him,” she tells me quietly. I stare at her in shock.        “But, he––” She cuts me off with a look.        “He isn’t dead yet, but he will be if I don’t stop the blood loss.”        I swallow hard, and comply.



About the author:Stormy Corrin Russell is from Orwell, Pennsylvania where she first started writing from the moment she could hold a pencil. She still loves to write there and nearly everywhere else. She loves her family, the outdoors, laughing, eating, and her kitten/writing partner, Maya.

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Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs A Danger Cove Pet Sitter MysterySally S. Smith & Jean SteffensGemma Halliday PublishingISBN: 9781943587469


—In this dog eat dog world, it’s people you have to keep your eye on.
When Lizzie Jones, pet sitter extraordinaire, is asked to watch over her best friend's two spoiled dogs at the posh gated community of Craggy Hill Estates, the last things she expects is to wind up in the middle of a homicide. But that's exactly what happens when she finds her best friend's cheating husband and Danger Cove’s celebrity bodybuilder champ, Mr. Jupiter, floating facedown in his hot tub. To make matters worse, the police aren’t looking any further than the wife for a suspect—isn’t it always the wife? Well, not in this case—at least Lizzie refuses to believe it.
Between dealing with Craggy Hill's hot security guard, Tino Morales—who also just happens to be the man who broke Lizzie’s heart in high school, caring for her grieving friend, and watching three rambunctious dogs, Lizzie has her hands full. So she recruits her famous granddad, retired network field correspondent, Jimmy John Jones, to help her put two and two together to find the real killer. Was Mr. Jupiter murdered by one of his women on the side? A jealous, disgruntled employee? Or someone with a bitter and deep-seated hatred of the superstar? It's up to Lizzie, Jimmy John, and Lizzie's own pug, Vader, to crack the case before the killer claims another victim...this one much closer to Lizzie’s own heart!
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The international best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive and organized and systematic? What could be better than that?
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