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April 9, 2014
The Fawn has a new Title
Beautifully Wounded seemed to fit better for the story. And I'm really happy with the way the title fits the cover. I hope you like it too.
Title: Beautifully WoundedAuthor: Susan GriscomGenre: New Adult Contemporary Romance/SuspenseReveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours"This was a wonderfully gripping story about rising above oppression, finding salvation, discovering beauty and joy in the little things, and the transformative properties of true love..." -- Literal Addiction Book Club
After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood—shuffled from one foster home to another—Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she’d found her knight. But when Troy Harington’s true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren’t quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!
But does she run far enough?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he’s once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?
18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.
This will be a two book series, but both books in The Beaumont Brothers can be read as a standalone.
I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting. I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot. My blogs: http://swblog.susangriscom.comhttp://SMGriscom.blogspot.comFind me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SMGriscomBuy Links Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fawn-Beaumont-B...B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-f...
The late afternoon sun filtered through the window shining right in Lena’s eyes, and making her squint from where she sat on the sofa. I got up and closed the drapes, which made the room dark, so I flipped the switch on the lamp beside me. I sat in the old easy chair that my uncle spent many nights in, blowing on his harmonica. Uncle Joe once played and sang in a band when he was my age, and from what I’d heard by the awesome sounds he’d produced just sitting in that chair, he was pretty good. He’d been my musical inspiration, and I thought of him as I strummed out a new tune on my guitar that had been floating around in my head for several days. The words were coming together, and as I jotted them down, rearranged the flow, their meaning hit me like a crate full of bricks. I was writing a song about Lena. Like the fawn I’d nursed back to health when I was a kid. A song about a broken spirit on its way to healing, I hoped.
Brodie had been right, of course. I had wanted Lena from the moment I first set eyes on her. I knew when I watched her walk in the bar she was beautiful, even with her black eye. She was a beautifully wounded and broken soul that I couldn’t turn my back on. I had been instantly drawn to her as her bruised, damaged body limped from the door to one of the stools at the bar.
Lena spent the days lounging on our sofa, and nights in the spare bedroom with the door locked. Though she never said anything about locking the door, I heard the click each night when she shut the door. I couldn’t blame her, not after what she’d gone through. I let Rufus stay with her at night to give her a sense of protection. Not that Rufus would or could protect her—he was just a lovable lump of pure unconditional love mostly. Well, at least he’d keep her feet warm while she slept, I mused. It’d been hell every night, knowing she was sleeping right in the next room. However wrong it was to want her, I couldn’t shake the feeling. I knew it would have to be her decision though. If there was ever going to be something between us, she would have to initiate it. I could wait. If she even wanted me.
Lena was healing and gaining her strength back. I figured she was still pretty sore, but she smiled a little more often. I’d gone out and purchased some more clothes for her. I bought three pairs of jeans and about seven tops. I also bought her a pair of running shoes and some workout clothes, as well as a baseball cap. I told her, once she was well enough, in addition to self-defense training she had to start going out with me on my daily run.
By the end of the first week, the swelling in her eye had subsided, and the black and blue hues surrounding it turned a greenish yellow tint. Though I didn’t know firsthand, she told me the bruising on her side also showed signs of healing and had turned to the same light color.
I heard Lena sigh from where she stretched out on the sofa, and I glanced up. She looked bored silly. I turned over the paper I’d been scribbling notes and lyrics on, and went to fetch my spare guitar. I handed the wooden six-string to her and sat beside her.
“Do you know this one?” I asked, strumming a tune.
“No, teach it to me.”
“Okay, listen.”
She listened then strummed, mimicking my fingers.
“You’re quick,” I said.
I played some more, and she copied each note immediately after me. I nodded. “That’s it. Let’s start at the beginning.” We strummed the tune as if we’d been playing together for years. When the song finished she laughed, the sound of her laughter filled the room with warmth. “That was fun,” I said.
I played a few notes of the song I’d been toying with, and she quickly picked up the tune and followed along. She was good. “What is that?” she asked. It’s really pretty.”
“Thanks. Just something I’ve been playing around with in my head.”
“Well, it’s beautiful. I hope you finish it.”
“Does it have any lyrics?”
“I’m working on them. Come on, let’s run through that other one again.”
We played a few more tunes that she knew until she stopped and grinned. “Oh, I’ve missed this. Troy smashed my guitar into pieces early on in our marriage. He came home one evening when I’d been working on a new song, trying to work out the kinks you know. Anyway, dinner was on the stove simmering.” She’d hardly touched the wine I poured for her, but picked it up and took a small sip, placing it back down before repositioning her fingers along the strings. “He’d come in complaining about something at work and wanted to know why his dinner wasn’t on the table. At that moment, I realized I should get up and see to it, and when I put my guitar down, he picked it up and smashed it against the wall. He said his dinner should have been my first priority when he came home. He expected me to be attending to him, not sitting around playing with toys, so he smashed my guitar. He said next time it would be my face.”
I cupped her chin in my palm. She must have felt self-conscience at the gesture and flinched.
“Sorry.” I lowered my hand.
She looked down at the guitar and gently splayed her fingers across the frets. Picking up the glass of wine with her other, she took a quick sip then frowned. “I think I need some water.” She leaned the guitar against the side of the sofa and stood.
I stood as well and tenderly took her arm at the elbow, stopping her from leaving. She turned and looked up at me, bewilderment evident in her eyes. She was close to me, our chests nearly touching. “I’m sorry he treated you so badly,” I whispered—my lips just a couple of inches from hers.
Apprehensive, I searched her blue eyes, looking for a clue, a hint as to what she might be feeling. How would she react to my touch? The last thing I wanted was to stir up memories of unwanted dirty sex.
Title: Beautifully WoundedAuthor: Susan GriscomGenre: New Adult Contemporary Romance/SuspenseReveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours"This was a wonderfully gripping story about rising above oppression, finding salvation, discovering beauty and joy in the little things, and the transformative properties of true love..." -- Literal Addiction Book Club
After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood—shuffled from one foster home to another—Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she’d found her knight. But when Troy Harington’s true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren’t quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!
But does she run far enough?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he’s once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?
18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.
This will be a two book series, but both books in The Beaumont Brothers can be read as a standalone.
I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting. I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot. My blogs: http://swblog.susangriscom.comhttp://SMGriscom.blogspot.comFind me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SMGriscomBuy Links Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fawn-Beaumont-B...B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-f...
The late afternoon sun filtered through the window shining right in Lena’s eyes, and making her squint from where she sat on the sofa. I got up and closed the drapes, which made the room dark, so I flipped the switch on the lamp beside me. I sat in the old easy chair that my uncle spent many nights in, blowing on his harmonica. Uncle Joe once played and sang in a band when he was my age, and from what I’d heard by the awesome sounds he’d produced just sitting in that chair, he was pretty good. He’d been my musical inspiration, and I thought of him as I strummed out a new tune on my guitar that had been floating around in my head for several days. The words were coming together, and as I jotted them down, rearranged the flow, their meaning hit me like a crate full of bricks. I was writing a song about Lena. Like the fawn I’d nursed back to health when I was a kid. A song about a broken spirit on its way to healing, I hoped.Brodie had been right, of course. I had wanted Lena from the moment I first set eyes on her. I knew when I watched her walk in the bar she was beautiful, even with her black eye. She was a beautifully wounded and broken soul that I couldn’t turn my back on. I had been instantly drawn to her as her bruised, damaged body limped from the door to one of the stools at the bar.
Lena spent the days lounging on our sofa, and nights in the spare bedroom with the door locked. Though she never said anything about locking the door, I heard the click each night when she shut the door. I couldn’t blame her, not after what she’d gone through. I let Rufus stay with her at night to give her a sense of protection. Not that Rufus would or could protect her—he was just a lovable lump of pure unconditional love mostly. Well, at least he’d keep her feet warm while she slept, I mused. It’d been hell every night, knowing she was sleeping right in the next room. However wrong it was to want her, I couldn’t shake the feeling. I knew it would have to be her decision though. If there was ever going to be something between us, she would have to initiate it. I could wait. If she even wanted me.
Lena was healing and gaining her strength back. I figured she was still pretty sore, but she smiled a little more often. I’d gone out and purchased some more clothes for her. I bought three pairs of jeans and about seven tops. I also bought her a pair of running shoes and some workout clothes, as well as a baseball cap. I told her, once she was well enough, in addition to self-defense training she had to start going out with me on my daily run.
By the end of the first week, the swelling in her eye had subsided, and the black and blue hues surrounding it turned a greenish yellow tint. Though I didn’t know firsthand, she told me the bruising on her side also showed signs of healing and had turned to the same light color.
I heard Lena sigh from where she stretched out on the sofa, and I glanced up. She looked bored silly. I turned over the paper I’d been scribbling notes and lyrics on, and went to fetch my spare guitar. I handed the wooden six-string to her and sat beside her.
“Do you know this one?” I asked, strumming a tune.
“No, teach it to me.”
“Okay, listen.”
She listened then strummed, mimicking my fingers.
“You’re quick,” I said.
I played some more, and she copied each note immediately after me. I nodded. “That’s it. Let’s start at the beginning.” We strummed the tune as if we’d been playing together for years. When the song finished she laughed, the sound of her laughter filled the room with warmth. “That was fun,” I said.
I played a few notes of the song I’d been toying with, and she quickly picked up the tune and followed along. She was good. “What is that?” she asked. It’s really pretty.”
“Thanks. Just something I’ve been playing around with in my head.”
“Well, it’s beautiful. I hope you finish it.”
“Does it have any lyrics?”
“I’m working on them. Come on, let’s run through that other one again.”
We played a few more tunes that she knew until she stopped and grinned. “Oh, I’ve missed this. Troy smashed my guitar into pieces early on in our marriage. He came home one evening when I’d been working on a new song, trying to work out the kinks you know. Anyway, dinner was on the stove simmering.” She’d hardly touched the wine I poured for her, but picked it up and took a small sip, placing it back down before repositioning her fingers along the strings. “He’d come in complaining about something at work and wanted to know why his dinner wasn’t on the table. At that moment, I realized I should get up and see to it, and when I put my guitar down, he picked it up and smashed it against the wall. He said his dinner should have been my first priority when he came home. He expected me to be attending to him, not sitting around playing with toys, so he smashed my guitar. He said next time it would be my face.”
I cupped her chin in my palm. She must have felt self-conscience at the gesture and flinched.
“Sorry.” I lowered my hand.
She looked down at the guitar and gently splayed her fingers across the frets. Picking up the glass of wine with her other, she took a quick sip then frowned. “I think I need some water.” She leaned the guitar against the side of the sofa and stood.
I stood as well and tenderly took her arm at the elbow, stopping her from leaving. She turned and looked up at me, bewilderment evident in her eyes. She was close to me, our chests nearly touching. “I’m sorry he treated you so badly,” I whispered—my lips just a couple of inches from hers.
Apprehensive, I searched her blue eyes, looking for a clue, a hint as to what she might be feeling. How would she react to my touch? The last thing I wanted was to stir up memories of unwanted dirty sex.
April 7, 2014
New Release MORE A collection by Kimberly Hart
Book: more. A Collection Author: Kimberly Hart Link: Goodreads
The debut poetry collection of Kimberly Hart.Words from a woman that is more than just a mom, more than just a lover, more than just a friend. Poems that capture the complexity of the heart, giving you a glimpse into the intricate inner musings of someone longing and searching for something more. Love & Life. Hope & Loss. Light & Dark. Raw & Gritty. Do you want more? Warning: This work contains subject matter that is adult in nature. Intended to be read by those 18 and older. 
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April 1, 2014
Stepping Off A Cliff - Doug Dillon Excerpt & Giveaway
Title: Stepping Off A CliffThe St. Augustine Trilogy: Book IIAuthor: Doug DillonLength: 321 PagesGenre: YA ParanormalReleased: November 11, 2013Presented by: As You Wish Tours
EXCERPT“So, how’d it go? Your traveling chat with Lobo that is.”
“Uh, it was another weird time with our local shaman, as you can imagine.” I took a quick glance out at the dock before giving her what felt like a weak smile. “I’m not sure how to even begin explaining it to you.
“We were right about one thing though. Lobo says Mom definitely appeared so she could warn me something might happen. He says whatever this event is, it could be dangerous and it also involves you—maybe even other people.” I tried not to let her see how deeply my time with Lobo had affected me, but the look on her face said she saw right through my attempted cover-up. Increasingly, we both seemed to be able to read each other’s emotions no matter what we said or didn’t say.
Carla raised both eyebrows, took my hand and squeezed it. “Ohhh no, not again! I thought we left all that business with your ancestor behind us at the National Cemetery.”
“We did but—” Down the hall, a toilet flushed giving me a chance to put that discussion and any concerns Carla had on hold for a while. “Come on, Lobo’s on his way so let’s set the food out.” As I spoke, I pulled loose from her hand, and I hoped, from her concerned gaze.
Instead of responding, Carla walked over to the couch, pulled something out of her purse and came back to me. Seconds later, she held up a small mirror in front of my face, making me look at it. “Don’t try to hide from me, Jeff. Take a look at yourself and tell me what you see.”
AUTHOR BIOA former award winning educator, Doug writes about things paranormal and historical. His interest in the paranormal comes from personal experiences as detailed in the nonfiction adult book he and wife wrote titled, An Explosion of Being: An American Family's Journey into the Psychic. Out of those events and extensive historical research, he then created Sliding Beneath the Surface for young adults, Book I of the St. Augustine Trilogy. Doug set his trilogy in the oldest and most haunted city in the United States, St. Augustine, Florida. AUTHOR LINKSFacebookTwitter Website Amazon Author Goodreads
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March 31, 2014
And Then AOTB Happened
I don't write about things on my blog as much as I should, mainly because I'm a pretty boring person. LOL At least that is my opinion.
But this past Saturday was The San Francisco Authors On The Bay Signing and I was lucky enough to have been one of the authors signing and I was in such great company.
Here I am with the lady that made it all possible, Rachael Wade
All the fun started when we arrived on Friday in the hotel bar which I didn't get a picture of and I'm really bummed about that. Then it was off to Rachael Wade's hotel room to stuff bags with swag and bond a little with her, Thessa Mari-Laj, Bella Colella, Anne MacFarlane-Eliot and Kimi Flores, five awesome ladies.
Shortly after stuffing the bags it was off to dinner at the Fog Harbor Fish House in Pier 39.
I'd like to send out a special thank you to my awesome helper Crystal Williams.
I managed to capture a few great moments from the event.
Starting from top left: A.L. Jackson, Kerry Erickson, Rachael Wade, Amy Bartol, Thessa Mari-Laj, Jodi Ellen Malpas, Anne MacFarlane-Eliot, Bella Belekov Colella, Rachael Wade, Thessa Mari-Laj and me, Rachel Van Dyken, Crystal Williams, Stephanie and Lukas Hamilton, J.D. Nelson, Rachael Wade, Swag Bags, Traci and Maddi Hamilton.
And here is what I just happened to pick up while there:
I can't wait to do it all again.
But this past Saturday was The San Francisco Authors On The Bay Signing and I was lucky enough to have been one of the authors signing and I was in such great company.
Here I am with the lady that made it all possible, Rachael Wade
All the fun started when we arrived on Friday in the hotel bar which I didn't get a picture of and I'm really bummed about that. Then it was off to Rachael Wade's hotel room to stuff bags with swag and bond a little with her, Thessa Mari-Laj, Bella Colella, Anne MacFarlane-Eliot and Kimi Flores, five awesome ladies.
Shortly after stuffing the bags it was off to dinner at the Fog Harbor Fish House in Pier 39.
I'd like to send out a special thank you to my awesome helper Crystal Williams.
I managed to capture a few great moments from the event.
Starting from top left: A.L. Jackson, Kerry Erickson, Rachael Wade, Amy Bartol, Thessa Mari-Laj, Jodi Ellen Malpas, Anne MacFarlane-Eliot, Bella Belekov Colella, Rachael Wade, Thessa Mari-Laj and me, Rachel Van Dyken, Crystal Williams, Stephanie and Lukas Hamilton, J.D. Nelson, Rachael Wade, Swag Bags, Traci and Maddi Hamilton.And here is what I just happened to pick up while there:
I can't wait to do it all again.
March 25, 2014
A Giveaway because there are only 4 More Days Until AOTB
There are only four more days until I'm in San Francisco, sitting behind a table with all my books waiting to sign them in a room full of twenty-one other amazingly talented authors. And I have to admit, I'm feeling a bit nervous about that. So, I need somewhat of a distraction and I can't think of a better way than having a giveaway!!!!
So who wants a signed print copy of The Fawn?
The title of The Fawn is a metaphor and the book is not actually about a cute little deer, so to win a signed copy of The Fawn, comment below and tell me what your most memorable childhood lesson was or your most wonderful memory from your childhood.
This giveaway is also on my facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/SMGriscom) and I will tally both. If you enter both, you will have two chances to win. If you share this post, please tag me and you will have another chance to win.
Good luck and happy reading
March 10, 2014
Cover Reveal - Night Moves by Kristen Strassel
Title: Night MovesAuthor: Kristen StrasselSeries: Night Song’s Collection Series (#2)Genre: NA Paranormal RomancePublisher: Foreword LiteraryBlurb/Synopsis:Melanie Vaughn’s job ruined everything. Her social life, nonexistent. Her relationship with her boyfriend, a hostile roommate situation. She resolves to fix everything one snowy afternoon, but instead comes home to discover her boyfriend is already exploring other options. Blonder, bustier options. Rage drives Melanie to do the unthinkable.
When Soul Divider was on the top of the world, so was Ryder Maddox. When the band faded into obscurity, Ryder’s luck plummeted with it. In a last ditch effort to rekindle the band’s heyday, Soul Divider teams up with powerful vampire clean leader, Talis de Rancourt. In return for her services, the band pays the ultimate price for never ending fame.
Now on the run, Melanie meets Ryder in a middle of nowhere hotel. She never expected her teenage rock star crush to be as lost and as in need of a companion as she is. Their connection is all consuming, even before they find they share another kinship: murder.
The newly turned vampires in Soul Divider still have a lot to learn. The police and public begin to connect the girls that go missing or die in sync with the band’s tour schedule. Back at home, clues are also adding up against Melanie as well. Between constant media coverage and unrelenting attention from the authorities, Melanie and Ryder find themselves in unchartered territory.
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.Places to find Kristen
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March 8, 2014
Cover Reveal - Born Wrong by C.M. Stunich
TITLE: Born WrongSERIES: Hard Rock Roots, #5AUTHOR: C.M. StunichRELEASE DAY: March 19thGENRE: rock star romance/romantic suspense/gritty erotica
DescriptionDax McCann is as cold as ice.I'm intrigued by him.
But I can't get close to him either.
His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart.
I wish he'd see me, but he only sees her. It's been so long since I've had to care that I'm not sure I can do it anymore. Now, tell me, why is there a gun to my head?
~~~~~
Sydney Charell is ... interesting.
I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her.
But I don't understand her.
She dances on poles and can't carry a tune to save her life.
I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to hide. Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back. I want a chance to use it before it breaks. Or splatters. Blood will be spilled; I just hope it isn't mine.
PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES/READING ORDER:
Real Ugly (#1),
Get Bent (#2),
Tough Luck (#3),
Bad Day (#4),
Born Wrong (#5)
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March 2, 2014
Celebrate the New Release - The Fawn (The Beaumont Brothers) by Susan Griscom
Celebrate the release of The Fawn March 3-14Release day February 28th, 2014Enter the giveaway below for a chance to win a signed paperback copy of The Fawn (The Beaumont Brothers)Tour Schedule
March 3
Blimey! I Fancy Reading - Promo, Excerpt
March 4
Swoon Worthy Books - Review, Excerpt
March 5
I Heart Romance Books - Promo, ExcerptFictional Rendezvous Book Blog - Promo, ExcerptMovies, Shows & Books - Excerpt, Author Interview
March 6
sweets books - Promo
Lustful Literature - Review, Excerpt
March 7
This Redhead Loves Books - Promo, ExcerptNerd Girl - Promo, Excerpt
March 10
Book Worms / Book_written_love_affairs - Review, Excerpt
books and friendz - Review, Promo
March 11
Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock - ReviewMy Family Heart Book Reviews - Promo
Battery Operated Book Blog - Review, Promo
March 12
My Secret Book Spot - Promo, Excerpt
BeanieBrain Reader - Review, Promo, Excerpt 2 friends, promote your books with us - Reveiw, Excerpt
March 13
A.R. Von DreamZ of Dragons - ReviewNovel Reality - Promo, ExcerptReading For Fun - Review, ExcerptA Dirty Book Affair - Review, Excerpt
March 14
Jackie's Book Reviews - Review
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Celebrate the release of The Fawn March 3-14Release day February 28th, 2014
Tour Schedule
March 3 Blimey! I Fancy Reading - Promo, Excerpt
March 4 Swoon Worthy Books - Review, Excerpt
March 5 I Heart Romance Books - Promo, ExcerptFictional Rendezvous Book Blog - Promo, ExcerptMovies, Shows & Books - Excerpt, Author Interview
March 6 sweets books - Promo Lustful Literature - Review, Excerpt
March 7 This Redhead Loves Books - Promo, ExcerptNerd Girl - Promo, Excerptpurpinkrosesbookcorner - Review, Excerpt
March 10 Book Worms / Book_written_love_affairs - Review, Excerpt books and friendz - Review, Promo
March 11 Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock - ReviewMy Family Heart Book Reviews - Promo
Battery Operated Book Blog - Review, Promo March 12 My Secret Book Spot - Promo, Excerpt BeanieBrain Reader - Review, Promo, Excerpt 2 friends, promote your books with us - Reveiw, Excerpt
March 13A.R. Von DreamZ of Dragons - ReviewNovel Reality - Promo, ExcerptReading For Fun - Review, ExcerptA Dirty Book Affair - Review, Excerpt
March 14 Jackie's Book Reviews - Review
February 28, 2014
It's Release Day for The Fawn
The writing of The Fawn has been a bittersweet journey. This is a story very close to my heart and a story suffered by many women around the world. It's not a new story. It is one that has been told time and time again by many different people in many different ways and with many different experiences, but with the same old problem. Hopefully through my love of my characters and emotions I've made it an interesting one. I wrote the first twenty pages of this story back in 2008 shortly after finishing the first draft of Whisper Cape. Although the story of The Fawn is completely fiction, it does represent a time in my life when I was insecure and my self-esteem was at an all time low, sometime back in my late thirties early forties. Things changed, circumstances changed, and I was able to find my own self worth. One thing similar to The Fawn is that I didn't do it alone. The people in my life had a huge influence on me, friends mostly. And my knight who helped me realize my own self-worth time and time again. Just as Jackson is there for Lena, my knight was there for me. That is where the similarities end. But the emotion is strong in this story and I hope I've been able to portray it well enough to be appreciated. Lena's journey is very different from my own, yet, holds so much weight in my heart.
Released Date: March 1, 2014The FawnA New Adult Novel
Sexual content and mature subject matter, including domestic violence and abuse.
After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood—shuffled from one foster home to another—Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she’d found her knight. But when Troy Harington’s true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren’t quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!
But does she run far enough?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he’s once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?
Teaser Excerpt
Lena
No more tears, I ordered myself. It’s over. Was he dead? I hoped he was dead. I had to have killed him. My emotions—convoluted with anger and fear—dominated my judgment, giving me courage to go on. I’d never considered myself weak, to allow a man to have such complete and utter control over me—to beat me whenever he had the whim. How the hell had that happened?Well, that person was gone and I didn’t want to be weak anymore. I lifted my glasses, studied my eye again, and thought of my mother—she’d been weak, I remembered. The vision of my stepfather beating my mother to death invaded my mind. I was nine at the time, and sat cowering in the corner, praying he wouldn’t come at me when he’d finished with her. I’d watched him slap my mom around before, and she’d always been able to recover. But that last time, he’d gone too far. I watched as my mother fell to her knees, clutching her stomach as his foot came off the ground and struck her in the face. She’d fallen backwards and her head hit the edge of the red, brick hearth of the fireplace. I covered my eyes and screamed as blood spewed out all over the bricks and the worn out, dingy cream carpet. A neighbor heard the screaming and called the police. They’d gotten there in time for me, but too late for my mother. I’d been on my own since I was eighteen after enduring one foster home after another, never really fitting in. But at the tender age of fourteen I’d found my niche. An old discarded second-hand guitar I’d discovered in someone’s trash became my savior. As long as I had a guitar in my hands nothing else mattered. After a few months of living with some friends and several temporary gigs here and there, I’d been lucky enough to find a spot with a smalltime band singing and playing lead-guitar. They called themselves The Magic Crew. They were good too, on their way to stardom, and I was right there with them until Troy Harington showed up and swept me off my feet. It seemed as if it had all been a dream as I thought about how he’d manipulated me into believing he loved me. Handsome? Oh yeah, he was handsome.
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Released Date: March 1, 2014The FawnA New Adult Novel Sexual content and mature subject matter, including domestic violence and abuse.
After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood—shuffled from one foster home to another—Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she’d found her knight. But when Troy Harington’s true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren’t quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!
But does she run far enough?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he’s once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?
Teaser Excerpt
Lena
No more tears, I ordered myself. It’s over. Was he dead? I hoped he was dead. I had to have killed him. My emotions—convoluted with anger and fear—dominated my judgment, giving me courage to go on. I’d never considered myself weak, to allow a man to have such complete and utter control over me—to beat me whenever he had the whim. How the hell had that happened?Well, that person was gone and I didn’t want to be weak anymore. I lifted my glasses, studied my eye again, and thought of my mother—she’d been weak, I remembered. The vision of my stepfather beating my mother to death invaded my mind. I was nine at the time, and sat cowering in the corner, praying he wouldn’t come at me when he’d finished with her. I’d watched him slap my mom around before, and she’d always been able to recover. But that last time, he’d gone too far. I watched as my mother fell to her knees, clutching her stomach as his foot came off the ground and struck her in the face. She’d fallen backwards and her head hit the edge of the red, brick hearth of the fireplace. I covered my eyes and screamed as blood spewed out all over the bricks and the worn out, dingy cream carpet. A neighbor heard the screaming and called the police. They’d gotten there in time for me, but too late for my mother. I’d been on my own since I was eighteen after enduring one foster home after another, never really fitting in. But at the tender age of fourteen I’d found my niche. An old discarded second-hand guitar I’d discovered in someone’s trash became my savior. As long as I had a guitar in my hands nothing else mattered. After a few months of living with some friends and several temporary gigs here and there, I’d been lucky enough to find a spot with a smalltime band singing and playing lead-guitar. They called themselves The Magic Crew. They were good too, on their way to stardom, and I was right there with them until Troy Harington showed up and swept me off my feet. It seemed as if it had all been a dream as I thought about how he’d manipulated me into believing he loved me. Handsome? Oh yeah, he was handsome.
Purchase on Amazon:
Purchase Print
Purchase on Barnes and Noble
There are still a few days left to enter on Goodreads to win a signed paperback copy of The Fawn and be sure to add it to your TBR list. This contest is open internationally.
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