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June 17, 2013
Heart of Revenge Book Blast
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The Heart of Revenge by Richie DrenzThis book is for mature audiences only If you’re through with Fifty Shades of Grey and yearning for a next great read then we have great news guys. We are not only recommending but also giving you a free excerpt sample of Richie Drenz’s, #1 National bestseller, “The Heart of Revenge”, which was recently nominated by the B.I.A. for Readers Choice award.
The adult contemporary was written in a Caribbean settings. In short, the story’s Based off a true story, young Leelia Lexings, given up by her mother at 14, and now at 19, is a brilliant college student and getting married to the wealthy Qwan Douglas. For his money.
But all in order to save her brother who is about to die from his heart problem, cardiomyopia. The determined college girl must decide what she will sacrifice in order to save her brother. And if these outrageous and scandalous offers from her wealthy and revengeful husband and also her father-in-law is just taking it way too far. What offers were she made? Find out.How far is worthwhile to go? Or better yet, how far would you go if you were offered these to save your loved one?THE ORIGINAL PRICE OF $9.99 downloads have been slashed to $2.99 only for the limited one week promoBUY NOW ONLINE FROM AMAZON BY CLICKING ON YOUR REGION BELOW: U.S.A. U.K. CANADA FOR IPHONE, IPAD, NOOK, ANDROID ETC DOWNLOAD YOUR COPY HERE BUY PAPERBACK COPY FOR ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD HERE
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Chapter 1 - This is an Erotica Excerpt...
Like seriously, it all began out of REVENGE. And the problem was all because the door wasn’t shut. As in, it was pushed closed but the lock wasn’t secured. It wasn’t safe. I could’ve and should’ve latched it but I didn’t, and it wasn’t that I was too caught up here either, just wasn’t sure I was really going to go through with this or not. It’s summer, June 11, and lord did I need this three months break from UWI. I was so charged up about it until I threw myself into this situation I’m in right now. I planned it, but sitting here face to face with it right now, I‘m not sure how I should feel inside or what I was feeling. My age? Nineteen. Just turned nineteen in April, and believe it or not, today is probably the biggest day I’ll ever have in my life already. And for sure the most important day in my brother, Vance’s, life. I nervously looked towards the lock on the plain white door. Don’t judge me, - BUT - today, this was happening in the bathroom.
“Hey, take our picture. Just like we are now.” I instructed him, while sitting in his lap. My arms hugged around his neck, both of us were dressed in formal clothes and sitting in the bathroom. My breasts were outside the cups of my strapless satin dress, and my nipples still wet from just slipping out his mouth.
“Of the two of us?” he asked tilting his head, shocked and puzzled, looking straight into my eyes. His pants zipper half-way open. It made no sense to him, but to me I knew exactly why I wanted him to do it.
I barely mouthed, “Yeah sweets.” Raised my bosom up, and brushed my nipples against his face, my nipple rubbed above his opened mouth, grazing it. “You needn’t make your face show in the pics.” I freed one of my arms from around his neck and quickly glanced back at the lock, turned back around and lightly petted the side of his cheek.
“I don’t want you to get in any trouble, but make sure my face is showing ... Pretty please...,” I lowered my face close to his as I said ‘pretty please’ and continued to speak with my lips almost touching his cheek and close to his ear, “And show exactly what we’re doing. OK?”
He girthed around my slim waist with both hands and eased me off him a bit. “Like this!” He panicked. He knew if a word of this ever got out. if shit ever hit the fan, it would be a very nasty tailspin. His eyes were searching all over my face, trying to see if I was sure. He asked, “Half-naked? You serious?”
I was. As serious as a heart surgery on Obama.
“Yeah. Email me them.” I pampered my hand seductively down the chest of his white long sleeve shirt, rubbing with pressure, so I could feel the sexual raise of his huge erected nipple through his shirt.
“Ping me when you send them off boo.” My palm was pressing over the roundness of his nipple, I slithered my hand down his muscular chest and back up to his nipple, pinched it between my thumb and index finger, pinching and pulling it hard. Rolled it between my fingers and he licked his lips, licked them again, slowly, his teeth biting on the underside of his lower-lip. I clawed his nipple playfully with my manicured nails. His penis twitched upward.
His face changed; a hint of anger painted his eyes. He grabbed my hand, held it steady. “Mad woman, what if Qwan sees them?” He was looking in my eyes as if I were a person on some cheap, wholesale crack.
I became aware of where I was; anyone could walk in on us at any minute. Lord knows I wouldn’t want that. With no smile on my face, I answered him in a hushed tone,
“Don't you worry about it, umm ... Nate. Your name is Nate right?” he bobbed his head agreeing and said, “Nathan.”
“OK. Don't worry Nathan, Qwan won’t find them ...” I saw a rush of relief filled him, the fright slowly disappearing from his eyes and somehow it seemed like his pupils changed, maybe it was the size of his pupils changing with his mood, growing bigger and fuller as he regained a calm in our bizarre situation. His face relaxed, about to smile. I finished my sentence, hardening my jaw as I gritted the words, “I’m going to show them to him.”
His eyes slammed wide open, the formation of his smile reversed, his mouth hung, fright flying back into his eyes. He flashed my hand down with a sharp thrust, it slapped into my lap. He held it there.
I wrung my hand out his grip, asked, “What’s wrong? Eehm? You intimidated by Qwan?”
“N-no...No .. but .. bu-ut .. you righted?”
“If mi righted?” I looked away to the bathroom mirror in front of us. “Mi want it burn him.” The bitter hurt I felt from it all last night began to swell, bubble and explode in my chest. “It’s my damn revenge.”
Nathan and I snapped several very provocative photos. Despite him being fully clothed, wearing his tall sleeve white shirt, black pants and a superman blue tie, his erect penis was standing outside his zipper in some of the pictures, in some it was sticking in me, and in some I placed it in my mouth, posing for the camera. We didn’t have sex, we only posed.
I still wasn’t satisfied with just the pictures. It wasn’t a big enough get back. So torn by thoughts of last night, so hurt, I had sex with Nathan right there. Nathan’s body jolted with a four hundred volt of electricity when he orgasmed, spewing his cum out of control and creaming everywhere he didn't want to. Some even caught on the tail of my white gown.
We went a second round. I didn’t want to keep my panties on anymore; it was making me too hot and bothered. But if someone walked in, it would be a dead giveaway once I had my panties off. The tight elastic around the rim of the legs were squeezing me and I didn’t like the feel. He slid the crotches of my white panty to the side to get himself into my pink hole. I lifted my white gown, pushed both my thumbs down both sides of the thin elastic waist of my underwear, swiftly dragged it from underneath my long dress and it came off in a rolly twist from around my ankles as I stepped out of it, exposing my naked ass, clean skin, long legs.
I tossed my panty over the shower rod. It had a blue shower curtain with pictures of yellow rubber ducky all over. Hopefully I could get back in my undies fast enough if anyone should bust in on us. My skin was a smooth color of creamy Milo as I bent over and cocked up my ass to take his Godzilla size into me, doggystyled position, my love-hole jumped, wanting his warm length between me, now. My walls seeping wet with my goo. I peeped between my legs from my arched-back. Waiting on his stiffness to be forced through my fleshy hole. He hoggishly hoisted the tail of my dress over my petite round buttocks, the tail bunched scraggly on my back. Roughing up my gown as if he forgot that today is a very special day for me, my biggest day. A feint worry about my brother’s situation slid across my mind. It’s a big decision. A difficult one. I’ll just do what Mommy encouraged me to do, we already came this far with the plan, I can’t turn back now. Can I? After so many years?
I slapped my hand on to the rail of the white bath tub, fingers latched. I bent and peered at him from between my legs, my breasts bouncing from bending over. His cannon camera hung down by its black strap from his shoulder, swung awkwardly back and forth like his balls were swinging back and forth. The tiny split in the center of his fleshy pink penis-head was damp; he aimed it right at the opening of my vagina, my entire body anticipated his cock being worked into me so sweetly, so divine, parting my flesh, stroking in me. Deep. Sensually. Fucking me. He braced his hips forward, my shoulder blades squeezed itself together, I felt the tip of his swollen head pressed against my hole. It felt warm, smooth. Chills danced on the back of my neck. His entire penis jerked, it sprang up and down slightly after the jump, like an aftershock. I felt it and my hole throbbed, my spine tightened. The smooth warm head touched the tip of my private-lips, just barely touching them. My arm reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his stiffness. My small hand could not wrap completely around it, it was too thick, too fat. It felt like a ten pound giant sausage in my hand, as thick as a plaintain but black. It had a fat broad head. My body jittered. Gosh! I want to feel all of it inside me. My urges were taking over. I tried to take a grip of myself. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but .. but my body, it’s too aroused, ready, wanting, roaring.
I ran my fingers down his full length, the pad of my fingertips stroked over the smooth yet sharp zig-zags that his lightning veins forked from the root and sides all the way to the tip. The straight and long main vein running smoothly up the side, like a thick rope, it made the biggest bulge of all the veins. The softness of the thin skin that wrapped his penis will let me feel the swell of the veins for sure as it rub up and down in me, but with a smooth feel, a textured feel when my juices lather it. I couldn’t wait to have this juicy cock in me, feel it in me, feel it. A feeling ran through my body. Hot, excited, wanting. So wanting. My belly jerked quietly, like an hiccup of horniness, it nudged my heart rate, my heart speeding and I could feel each beat pounding against my breasts. I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. I wiped my thumb midway his cock, side to side. God! I wanted this. My pussy clasped itself shut and then released. I shouldn’t have another contraction till couple more seconds. But I was so horny my clit jumped again in seconds, one right after the other, pulling my clit inward. I bit my lip. Squeezed the middle of his flesh. Clit jumped again. What’s happening? And again. Jumped again. I squeezed my fingers around it, at the root, close to his balls, stroking it up and down, jerking him, jerking it, jerking his big fat cock. I felt it growing even stiffer in my hand, swelling thicker, solid, heavy. It rose higher, lifting my hand, horniness ravishing through its veins. He desperately wanted to push his cock into the sweetest place on earth. Inside me. He looked down at my arched back, pushed his hip forward, wanting to fuck me, fuck me till my titties fall off. I wanted to feel him inside.
I didn’t see his face, I heard his desperate moans, “Leee...Leee...” dragging his words and begging, “Let me push it inside, pleeeaase.” My slender fingers held his cock firm, squeezed it, aimed it to the center of my slit, cringed my face to feel his entry, released his kong and left it standing stiff in the air behind me for him to delve into my wetness. He penetrated me slow. The swollen head pierced its way through. I uttered a silent, ‘Ouch!’
The Heart of Revenge by Richie DrenzThis book is for mature audiences only If you’re through with Fifty Shades of Grey and yearning for a next great read then we have great news guys. We are not only recommending but also giving you a free excerpt sample of Richie Drenz’s, #1 National bestseller, “The Heart of Revenge”, which was recently nominated by the B.I.A. for Readers Choice award.The adult contemporary was written in a Caribbean settings. In short, the story’s Based off a true story, young Leelia Lexings, given up by her mother at 14, and now at 19, is a brilliant college student and getting married to the wealthy Qwan Douglas. For his money.
But all in order to save her brother who is about to die from his heart problem, cardiomyopia. The determined college girl must decide what she will sacrifice in order to save her brother. And if these outrageous and scandalous offers from her wealthy and revengeful husband and also her father-in-law is just taking it way too far. What offers were she made? Find out.How far is worthwhile to go? Or better yet, how far would you go if you were offered these to save your loved one?THE ORIGINAL PRICE OF $9.99 downloads have been slashed to $2.99 only for the limited one week promoBUY NOW ONLINE FROM AMAZON BY CLICKING ON YOUR REGION BELOW: U.S.A. U.K. CANADA FOR IPHONE, IPAD, NOOK, ANDROID ETC DOWNLOAD YOUR COPY HERE BUY PAPERBACK COPY FOR ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD HERE
Follow Richie: Twitter | Facebook
Blogs Participating -
Chapter 1 - This is an Erotica Excerpt...
Like seriously, it all began out of REVENGE. And the problem was all because the door wasn’t shut. As in, it was pushed closed but the lock wasn’t secured. It wasn’t safe. I could’ve and should’ve latched it but I didn’t, and it wasn’t that I was too caught up here either, just wasn’t sure I was really going to go through with this or not. It’s summer, June 11, and lord did I need this three months break from UWI. I was so charged up about it until I threw myself into this situation I’m in right now. I planned it, but sitting here face to face with it right now, I‘m not sure how I should feel inside or what I was feeling. My age? Nineteen. Just turned nineteen in April, and believe it or not, today is probably the biggest day I’ll ever have in my life already. And for sure the most important day in my brother, Vance’s, life. I nervously looked towards the lock on the plain white door. Don’t judge me, - BUT - today, this was happening in the bathroom.
“Hey, take our picture. Just like we are now.” I instructed him, while sitting in his lap. My arms hugged around his neck, both of us were dressed in formal clothes and sitting in the bathroom. My breasts were outside the cups of my strapless satin dress, and my nipples still wet from just slipping out his mouth.
“Of the two of us?” he asked tilting his head, shocked and puzzled, looking straight into my eyes. His pants zipper half-way open. It made no sense to him, but to me I knew exactly why I wanted him to do it.
I barely mouthed, “Yeah sweets.” Raised my bosom up, and brushed my nipples against his face, my nipple rubbed above his opened mouth, grazing it. “You needn’t make your face show in the pics.” I freed one of my arms from around his neck and quickly glanced back at the lock, turned back around and lightly petted the side of his cheek.
“I don’t want you to get in any trouble, but make sure my face is showing ... Pretty please...,” I lowered my face close to his as I said ‘pretty please’ and continued to speak with my lips almost touching his cheek and close to his ear, “And show exactly what we’re doing. OK?”
He girthed around my slim waist with both hands and eased me off him a bit. “Like this!” He panicked. He knew if a word of this ever got out. if shit ever hit the fan, it would be a very nasty tailspin. His eyes were searching all over my face, trying to see if I was sure. He asked, “Half-naked? You serious?”
I was. As serious as a heart surgery on Obama.
“Yeah. Email me them.” I pampered my hand seductively down the chest of his white long sleeve shirt, rubbing with pressure, so I could feel the sexual raise of his huge erected nipple through his shirt.
“Ping me when you send them off boo.” My palm was pressing over the roundness of his nipple, I slithered my hand down his muscular chest and back up to his nipple, pinched it between my thumb and index finger, pinching and pulling it hard. Rolled it between my fingers and he licked his lips, licked them again, slowly, his teeth biting on the underside of his lower-lip. I clawed his nipple playfully with my manicured nails. His penis twitched upward.
His face changed; a hint of anger painted his eyes. He grabbed my hand, held it steady. “Mad woman, what if Qwan sees them?” He was looking in my eyes as if I were a person on some cheap, wholesale crack.
I became aware of where I was; anyone could walk in on us at any minute. Lord knows I wouldn’t want that. With no smile on my face, I answered him in a hushed tone,
“Don't you worry about it, umm ... Nate. Your name is Nate right?” he bobbed his head agreeing and said, “Nathan.”
“OK. Don't worry Nathan, Qwan won’t find them ...” I saw a rush of relief filled him, the fright slowly disappearing from his eyes and somehow it seemed like his pupils changed, maybe it was the size of his pupils changing with his mood, growing bigger and fuller as he regained a calm in our bizarre situation. His face relaxed, about to smile. I finished my sentence, hardening my jaw as I gritted the words, “I’m going to show them to him.”
His eyes slammed wide open, the formation of his smile reversed, his mouth hung, fright flying back into his eyes. He flashed my hand down with a sharp thrust, it slapped into my lap. He held it there.
I wrung my hand out his grip, asked, “What’s wrong? Eehm? You intimidated by Qwan?”
“N-no...No .. but .. bu-ut .. you righted?”
“If mi righted?” I looked away to the bathroom mirror in front of us. “Mi want it burn him.” The bitter hurt I felt from it all last night began to swell, bubble and explode in my chest. “It’s my damn revenge.”
Nathan and I snapped several very provocative photos. Despite him being fully clothed, wearing his tall sleeve white shirt, black pants and a superman blue tie, his erect penis was standing outside his zipper in some of the pictures, in some it was sticking in me, and in some I placed it in my mouth, posing for the camera. We didn’t have sex, we only posed.
I still wasn’t satisfied with just the pictures. It wasn’t a big enough get back. So torn by thoughts of last night, so hurt, I had sex with Nathan right there. Nathan’s body jolted with a four hundred volt of electricity when he orgasmed, spewing his cum out of control and creaming everywhere he didn't want to. Some even caught on the tail of my white gown.
We went a second round. I didn’t want to keep my panties on anymore; it was making me too hot and bothered. But if someone walked in, it would be a dead giveaway once I had my panties off. The tight elastic around the rim of the legs were squeezing me and I didn’t like the feel. He slid the crotches of my white panty to the side to get himself into my pink hole. I lifted my white gown, pushed both my thumbs down both sides of the thin elastic waist of my underwear, swiftly dragged it from underneath my long dress and it came off in a rolly twist from around my ankles as I stepped out of it, exposing my naked ass, clean skin, long legs.
I tossed my panty over the shower rod. It had a blue shower curtain with pictures of yellow rubber ducky all over. Hopefully I could get back in my undies fast enough if anyone should bust in on us. My skin was a smooth color of creamy Milo as I bent over and cocked up my ass to take his Godzilla size into me, doggystyled position, my love-hole jumped, wanting his warm length between me, now. My walls seeping wet with my goo. I peeped between my legs from my arched-back. Waiting on his stiffness to be forced through my fleshy hole. He hoggishly hoisted the tail of my dress over my petite round buttocks, the tail bunched scraggly on my back. Roughing up my gown as if he forgot that today is a very special day for me, my biggest day. A feint worry about my brother’s situation slid across my mind. It’s a big decision. A difficult one. I’ll just do what Mommy encouraged me to do, we already came this far with the plan, I can’t turn back now. Can I? After so many years?
I slapped my hand on to the rail of the white bath tub, fingers latched. I bent and peered at him from between my legs, my breasts bouncing from bending over. His cannon camera hung down by its black strap from his shoulder, swung awkwardly back and forth like his balls were swinging back and forth. The tiny split in the center of his fleshy pink penis-head was damp; he aimed it right at the opening of my vagina, my entire body anticipated his cock being worked into me so sweetly, so divine, parting my flesh, stroking in me. Deep. Sensually. Fucking me. He braced his hips forward, my shoulder blades squeezed itself together, I felt the tip of his swollen head pressed against my hole. It felt warm, smooth. Chills danced on the back of my neck. His entire penis jerked, it sprang up and down slightly after the jump, like an aftershock. I felt it and my hole throbbed, my spine tightened. The smooth warm head touched the tip of my private-lips, just barely touching them. My arm reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his stiffness. My small hand could not wrap completely around it, it was too thick, too fat. It felt like a ten pound giant sausage in my hand, as thick as a plaintain but black. It had a fat broad head. My body jittered. Gosh! I want to feel all of it inside me. My urges were taking over. I tried to take a grip of myself. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but .. but my body, it’s too aroused, ready, wanting, roaring.
I ran my fingers down his full length, the pad of my fingertips stroked over the smooth yet sharp zig-zags that his lightning veins forked from the root and sides all the way to the tip. The straight and long main vein running smoothly up the side, like a thick rope, it made the biggest bulge of all the veins. The softness of the thin skin that wrapped his penis will let me feel the swell of the veins for sure as it rub up and down in me, but with a smooth feel, a textured feel when my juices lather it. I couldn’t wait to have this juicy cock in me, feel it in me, feel it. A feeling ran through my body. Hot, excited, wanting. So wanting. My belly jerked quietly, like an hiccup of horniness, it nudged my heart rate, my heart speeding and I could feel each beat pounding against my breasts. I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. I wiped my thumb midway his cock, side to side. God! I wanted this. My pussy clasped itself shut and then released. I shouldn’t have another contraction till couple more seconds. But I was so horny my clit jumped again in seconds, one right after the other, pulling my clit inward. I bit my lip. Squeezed the middle of his flesh. Clit jumped again. What’s happening? And again. Jumped again. I squeezed my fingers around it, at the root, close to his balls, stroking it up and down, jerking him, jerking it, jerking his big fat cock. I felt it growing even stiffer in my hand, swelling thicker, solid, heavy. It rose higher, lifting my hand, horniness ravishing through its veins. He desperately wanted to push his cock into the sweetest place on earth. Inside me. He looked down at my arched back, pushed his hip forward, wanting to fuck me, fuck me till my titties fall off. I wanted to feel him inside.
I didn’t see his face, I heard his desperate moans, “Leee...Leee...” dragging his words and begging, “Let me push it inside, pleeeaase.” My slender fingers held his cock firm, squeezed it, aimed it to the center of my slit, cringed my face to feel his entry, released his kong and left it standing stiff in the air behind me for him to delve into my wetness. He penetrated me slow. The swollen head pierced its way through. I uttered a silent, ‘Ouch!’
June 14, 2013
Wilted Wings Book Tour
Wilted WingsPower, greed, and envy fill Damon and Ilisha’s world. Their hope of settling into a life of peace and family remains out of grasp. Damon is kidnapped and forced to stand trial for the death of his father while a breed of hybrids designed to destroy all angels is set loose. With no choice but to leave her earthly mother and baby behind, Ilisha struggles in a world of high politics and family feuds. She must become an ultimate warrior to save her husband and both the worlds she loves. Purchase Wilted Wings now on Amazon.
About Shadow Stephens
Avid Cleveland Browns fan, animal lover, and paranormal addict are just a few ways to describe Shadow Stephens. Shadow grew up in Ohio and West Virginia, which gave her a fear of snakes and the ability to fix anything with duct tape. She has been writing since childhood, but wrote her first novel three years ago. She now resides in Utah with a veritable menagerie of pets and a million ideas in her head just waiting to be put on paper. When she isn't ghost hunting, Shadow can be found writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy novels. This will be her first published book, with many more to follow. Follow Shadow Stephens:Website | Facebook | Twitter
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June 13, 2013
The Golden Apple of Discord Book Tour
Taralie Severin and her three sisters are a powerful coven of modern-day witches who banish mythical creatures in between classes and shifts at the police station. But when Taralie is kidnapped by vampires and converted into the undead, her sisters are ordered to execute her for crimes against the Milunfran order. Refusing, the sisters become fugitives from both their kind and vampires alike. Ignorant and hunted, Taralie becomes entangled with unlikely allies, a band of vampires in hiding from the ruling vamperic government. With this new addition to their coven Taralie must balance duty with desire while learning not everything is as it seems, their enemies are worse than she knows, and she could be on the verge of ending a thousand-year-old civil war.Purchase the book:Amazon | Barnes & Noble 
About Author Lauren HodgeLauren Hodge is the oldest of seven children and an identical twin. She has three children and lives in Richland, Washington. Not only does she dislike author biographies immensely, she plays piano decently, cello poorly, likes to cook fattening foods, and shoot anything if gun powder is involved. She has an associates degree in general science and works as a chemist/lab monkey in an environmental lab.Follow Lauren Hodge:Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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Welcome Jacinda Buchmann
There are no secretsSixteen-year-old Tyler believed that his extra-sensory powers were a secret, but when his twin brother, Toby, is kidnapped by a covert government agency, he realizes that he has no secrets, and he has nowhere to hide.
He’s not aloneNow, in order to save himself and rescue his brother, Tyler must call upon the help of four strangers. Unknown to each other, Eddie, Liliana, Grace, and Sarah share a common bond. They are Indigo Children. With extra-sensory powers of their own, they must unite with Tyler in order to maintain their freedom.
Unexpected romanceThey’re on the run. They’re on a mission. Romance is a distraction that Tyler can’t afford. But sometimes, the heart has a mind of its own.
Time is running outWill they find Toby before the agency finds them first? Find out in Indigo Incite, Book One of the Indigo Trilogy.
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About Jacinda BuchmannJacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education and later received a Master’s degree from Northern Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she’s not spending time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.
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Q: Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you do for fun?
Fun? Other than writing? Because really that is my favorite thing to do, LOL! Well, I'm a mother of 3 young children, ages 2, 5, and 7, so some days fun is getting the opportunity to simply sit for 5 minutes, undisturbed, and catch up on Facebook news! When I do have time for "real" fun, I love photography, scrapbooking, cooking, sewing, reading, and gardening, and of course, I love to play with my children. I used to be a teacher, so now my children are my "students", and I enjoy creating projects and activities to do with them. My husband and I are from Montana and somehow we ended up living in Arizona. This time of year, when it's 110 degrees outside, I'm really not sure why we live in the desert, so I would definitely say my favorite thing to do is to go on vacation to Montana. We usually go once during the summer to visit family and escape from the heat.
Q: What do you like most about the genre you write in?
I write Young Adult fantasy because they are stories that I would want to read. At the end of a long day, after I've tucked the kids into bed, I want to read a story that is fun and entertaining. Nothing too serious or draining when I'm already exhausted! I have always loved fantasy and science fiction. I love to wonder about "what ifs" and "the great unknown". I'm fascinated with life's great mysteries and I think they make entertaining stories. In fantasy and science fiction there is no right or wrong and the possibilities of the imagination are endless.
Q: Where is your favorite place to write?
My bedroom. It's decorated like a log cabin. I live in Arizona, so when I'm in my room I can "pretend" that I'm in a cabin in the woods. A cabin would be my ideal writing location, but my bedroom is the next best place. I have a plush lounge chair and ottoman that is very comfortable at the end of a long day. The perfect place to write!
Q: What’s your next project?
I've just started writing Indigo Instinct, Book Two of the Indigo Trilogy, which will be released early next summer. I already have readers asking for it, eager to find out what happens next with their favorite characters. I'm excited to be writing once again. I love the characters in the trilogy, they seem very real, and now that I'm writing Book Two, I feel like I'm meeting up with friends who I haven't talked to in a while. Once the Indigo Trilogy is complete, I have two more series already in the planning stages, so there will be many more books to come in my future.
Q: How do you feel about Dr. Pepper?
Well...I like the t-shirts, LOL! Seriously though, I don't have anything against Dr. Pepper; I think it's tasty, it just doesn't fall into my "favorite drink" list. I usually drink water and iced tea, but when I drink soda, the first drink that I choose is either Cherry Coke or root beer.
June 10, 2013
£6.19 per Witching Hour Review
£6.19 per Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #1)Julia Taylor works as a recruitment consultant for Paranormal Personnel in London. Her days at work seem normal. She sees clients that regularly are looking for work; she searches for new vacancies, updates CVs and visits employers.
Everything is pretty ordinary for her, apart from the fact that Julia is half elf and Paranormal Personnel is not an ordinary recruitment agency at all because all jobless supernatural creatures come to the agency to look for work. Fairies, vampires, witches, hags, wizards, mermaids, elves, giants and trolls, they all need to find employment, and during this economic climate, this seems pretty challenging.
Julia doesn’t want her life to be complicated, but when her day is interrupted by the shapeshifter with the chain saw, she just has to deal with him as she always does. She is normally calm, confident and is not afraid to stand up for herself, but when the meeting with Nathaniel’s Corporation goes not as well as she had hoped, she wants to bury herself under the ground and die.
Then, to make matters worse, Mr. La Caz gets under her skin, lighting up a fire inside her. She accidentally reads his thoughts and learns that he craves her; he wants to suck her dry, but she is convinced that he is not even a vampire.
*Mature New Adult Paranormal Romance novel - contains adult situations, high sexuality, violence, suited for ages 17 and up.
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£6.19 per Witching Hour by Joanna MazurkiewiczMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
An intriguing mystery, hot sex, and exciting turns of events ~ £6.19 per Witching Hour is a great read! I really enjoyed getting to know the paranormal world the author created and the employment agency. The main characters are likable and posses a lot of charm. I especially liked Nathaniel’s father, though he played a minor role. We also meet a lot of shady but incredibly interesting characters along the way. Forgive the spoiler, but since I like happily ever after endings even if they are only a happily ever after for now, I am writing this review while pretending I didn’t read the last page and a half. Loved it!
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Indigo Incite Book Tour
There are no secretsSixteen-year-old Tyler believed that his extra-sensory powers were a secret, but when his twin brother, Toby, is kidnapped by a covert government agency, he realizes that he has no secrets, and he has nowhere to hide.
He’s not aloneNow, in order to save himself and rescue his brother, Tyler must call upon the help of four strangers. Unknown to each other, Eddie, Liliana, Grace, and Sarah share a common bond. They are Indigo Children. With extra-sensory powers of their own, they must unite with Tyler in order to maintain their freedom.
Unexpected romanceThey’re on the run. They’re on a mission. Romance is a distraction that Tyler can’t afford. But sometimes, the heart has a mind of its own.
Time is running outWill they find Toby before the agency finds them first? Find out in Indigo Incite, Book One of the Indigo Trilogy.
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About Jacinda BuchmannJacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education and later received a Master’s degree from Northern Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she’s not spending time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.
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June 7, 2013
Into the End Book Tour
Into the End - Book #1Rachel Parker in Into the End can IDENTIFY fear, she can DEFINE it, but she doesn't feel it. Not anymore. Not since the tests. Her inability to feel fear may be the reason why the rest of America is screaming in terror. America’s end is near. No one knows why, but the great country is under attack. After being weakened by countless natural disasters, America opens its airspace for aid. But instead, what is left of the devastated west coast finds itself nearly obliterated from above. The key may belong to tests designed by a Pacific Northwest psychologist, Rachel Parker. Rachel loses the love of her life in a house fire as they escape with their children to the nearby Rocky Mountains following the first round of air raids. In refuge, she faces her husband’s best friend, Joshua, but doesn’t want to face his ill-harbored feelings or her own inability to face fear. Her sister, Brenda, escapes the fallen city, and, mistaken for Rachel, is captured. Terrified and alone, Brenda is protected by the enigmatic Daniel even while he helps keep her captive. Through torture and mind games, Brenda discovers information about her sister’s work that could spin the free world into a tumultuous frenzy where the unknown is safer than reality.
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Through The Flames - Book #2Allies = All Lies America is burning. The unknown blinds the citizens from fighting. Dr. Rachel Parker’s worst psychological designs are loosed on America by an unknown enemy. She leaves the safety of the mountains for the destruction of town to face her co-designer, Daniel, whose role is blurred by the smoke of deception. Captured by militia, Rachel has to find the answers she’s seeking. She’s not prepared to look within her own damaged mind for the solutions. Rachel’s frame of sanity and emotional stability lay on the line parallel to the country’s circumstances. Brenda Krous, Rachel’s sister, possesses information that could change the face of the war. Sacrifices to get there become more and more personal until the “Brenda” she was and the “Brenda” she is becoming hit a crossroads. If she finds the compassion to help her sister, her patriotism to the nation might be sacrificed.
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Out of the Ashes - Book #3 (Final Book)America can rise, but the cost is high. Traumatized by previous exposure to her own tests, Dr. Rachel Parker has to complete the methodical steps she swore would never see the light of day… on herself. Her sister, Brenda Krous, may be the only one capable of pulling her through intact. If they can accomplish the feat and find resolution together, the answers they discover can help the rest of America rise up and reclaim itself from the protection of destruction. But a nation’s fall has a time frame and pride can get in the way. Rachel and Brenda must find what they need in each other to conquer the fear in others.
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Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.Follow on Facebook / Blog / Twitter / Goodreads / Literary Addicts
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June 6, 2013
Crushing Book Tour
CrushingAs a pampered and adored daughter of a wealthy Southern family Rory's life was seemingly perfect until her troubled childhood crush moves back in across the street forcing her to choose between him and the life that has been chosen for her. As if that isn't enough, her quiet island town has turned dangerous. A good friend has gone missing, lending truth to the rumors of a serial kidnapper. In her quest to help she becomes a target and will have to make choices about love, friendship and the inevitable sacrifice that they both require. Purchase Kindle / Paperback
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June 5, 2013
Stag Hunt Release Day
In ancient Britannia, the warrior who brought down the king stag was named the defender of the land. Eartha’s brother Balen has been in love with Princess Galiene since they were children. Upon the death of the High King, the tribesmen of the realm vie for the throne, and with it, the hand of the fair princess. Balen is desperate to win his lady, but a rival tribesman is equally determined to keep them apart. With her brother, her dearest friend, and the country she loves all hanging in the balance, Eartha must do the unthinkable to ensure her brother’s victory in the stag hunt. Sometimes true love needs a helping hand...or some blood to be spilled.Purchase Amazon * GoodreadsAbout Author Laura DeLuca
Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon. Follow Laura DeLuca: Website | Facebook | Twitter |GoodReadsRead Reviews onTaking Time for Mommy Mommy Reads too Much The Crafty CauldronMerisha's Book Bliss Andi's Book Reviews Niki's Book Blog
June 4, 2013
All for Hope Book Tour
All of HopeTo protect her heart, he left her behind. To protect her life, he’ll leave the life he's made behind. Sometimes the safest distance between two hearts is no distance at all… Kidnapping a baby wasn’t something Hope ever dreamed she would do. But she’s been burned by the legal system before, so when the court places her friend’s child into the custody of an abuser, she takes matters into her own hands. She steals the baby and fakes her death, hoping to make a clean getaway. She planned every detail, except one. Her high school sweetheart and best friend, who left her years before, sees her at a gas station. Hope thinks all is lost, until he offers to help them. Brennan had always been the love of Hope’s life, but he never wanted to be. She knows she cannot depend on him for long. However, as each day passes, it becomes painfully obvious that she is in way over her head. She goes with him, intending to keep him always an arm’s length away to protect her heart. But being on the run together sparks the old flames that once burned between Brennan and Hope. Families, friends, and lovers must band together to save an innocent baby and a daring woman or both of their lives will be destroyed. Together, they’ll do it All for Hope… Purchase on Amazon / Barnes and Noble
About the Author – Olivia Hardin realized early on how strange she was to have complete movie-like character dreams as a child. Eventually she began putting those vivid dreams to paper and was rarely without her spiral notebooks full of those mental ramblings. Her forgotten vision of becoming an author was realized when she connected with a group of amazingly talented and fabulous writers who gave her lots of direction and encouragement. With a little extra push from family and friends, she hunkered down to get lost in the words. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and is sometimes accused of being artistic, though she’s generally too much of a perfectionist to appreciate her own work. A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband and their puppy Bonnie. Connect with her Online - Blog * Goodreads * Twitter * Facebook * Literary Addicts
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