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MY DECEMBER 9TH RELEASES

9 December 2013

The Rebel’s Own Back in high school, a cruel “game” by the popular crowd left shy Kennedy Bailey pregnant and alone. But now she’s gorgeous and grown-up and she won’t let anything stop her from saving the life of her five-year-old son when he’s diagnosed with leukemia. Even if it means confronting his father, NFL quarterback Ryan Carville.

As her child’s health takes a turn for the worse, Kennedy feels helpless and resolves to pull off a daring scheme—seducing Ryan to create another baby to save the one they already have. They reconnect for a steamy one-night stand, but Ryan can’t forget about the dark beauty.

When he discovers the truth of who she is, Ryan is shocked and determined to give his son everything he needs, which includes marrying his mother. But a quickie wedding in Vegas won’t solve all their problems. Can Ryan show Kennedy that he’s changed from a spineless boy to a man worth lo

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His Love – All Romance Ebooks

His Love – All Romance Ebooks.

ARC Review: Her Venice Affair

Reblogged from Book Loving Hippo:

Title: Her Venice Affair

Author: Christina Ow

Publisher:  Secret Craving Publishing

Genre: Erotic Romance

Rating:

Synopsis (from Goodreads):

Riana and Reno Albury came to America with their mother Cora Davis who ran away from her New Providence home after she was confronted by her lover’s wife.

After their mother’s death and Reno’s deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only gets worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed.

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5 Prince publishing Cover reveal, Sara Barnard’s Rebekah’s Qiult

Cover Reveal

For

Rebekah’s Quilt

Sara Barnard

 

Genre: Romance

Release Date: November 14, 2013

Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-83-7   ISBN 10: 1-939217-83-0

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-84-4     ISBN 10: 1-939217-84-9

 

Who can Rebekah trust when the line between English and Amish becomes blurred?

 

An Amish Settlement. An English stranger. The Blizzard of 1888.

Rebekah’s mother, Elnora Stoll, is the finest quilter in all of Gasthof Village but it seems Rebekah has inherited none of her skill. It’s not until the arrival of a mysterious English stranger that a lifetime of questions are answered and Rebekah, her special friend Joseph Graber, and the entire settlement of Gasthof Village learn the true meaning of what it truly means to be Amish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover Reveal, Rebel’s Own

Release date: 9 December 2013 Back in high school, a cruel “game” by the popular crowd left shy Kennedy Bailey pregnant and alone. But now she’s gorgeous and grown-up and she won’t let anything stop her from saving the life of her five-year-old son when he’s diagnosed with leukemia. Even if it means confronting his father, NFL quarterback Ryan Carville.  As her child’s health takes a turn for the worse, Kennedy feels helpless and resolves to pull off a daring scheme—seducing Ryan to create another baby to save the one they already have. They reconnect for a steamy one-night stand, but Ryan can’t forget about the dark beauty.  When he discovers the truth of who she is, Ryan is shocked and determined to give his son everything he needs, which includes marrying his mother. But a quickie wedding in Vegas won’t solve all their problems. Can Ryan show Kennedy that he’s changed from a spineless boy to a man worth loving?  by M.O. Kenyan  Contemporary Sensuality Level: Sensual  Available at: Crimson Romance ebooks | Amazon | B&N | iTunes  Author Bio: M.O. Kenyan’s favorite place is in her mind, where stories come to life, boundaries are pushed and the impossible is conceived. Amazon Twitter Website Facebook Goodreads  - See more at: http://www.crimsonromance.com/upcoming-releases-romance-ebook/the-rebels-own/#sthash.NLWz8mIb.dpuf

RACIALICIOUS (LOVING DAY BLOG HOP)

Yes i am recycling a post to show off my new cover! Enjoy! coming out in november and decmber.

RACIALICIOUS

INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIPS AND POP CULTURE

My topic for the blog hop was ‘Interracial Relationships and Pop culture.’ Let’s start with a little bit of history…

Interracial relationships occur when two people of different races are in a relationship. This is a form of exogamy, when someone enters a relationship outside of their social group. Years ago, anti-miscegenation laws forced racial segregation and intimate relationships between two people of different races were illegal. In 1967 this law was abolished in the United States, after the second World War other nations repealed the anti-miscegenation laws. In recent times there have been an escalating number of interracial relationships, showing how far people have come. There are close to two million interracial marriages in the United States and the United Kingdom.

A great number of authors have fallen in love with the interracial genre. The African American genre has yet to see the large presence that the Caucasians have, in TV, movies and books. An example is the Bachelor and Bachelorette series has been accused of being an all white program. They have yet to have a Bachelor/ette that isn’t white.

RACIALICIOUS is the new term to describe the intersection of race and pop culture. This is according to the website RACIALICIOUS that focuses on Race, Culture and Identity in the Color-struck world.The pop culture especially when it comes to visual media, TV and movies has a large impact on the opinions that their audiences have. People’s opinions on race are at times a reflection on what we see on the media. In recent movies and TV shows and movies interracial relationships have become popular, Joyful Noise, Scandal and Grey’s Anatomy. Celebrities such as Robin Thicke and Paula Patton, Khloe and Lamar Odom and Kim and Kanye, Rutina Wesley and James Fishel are examples of interracial romance taking over the world of entertainment.

The purpose of the Loving Day blog hop is to promote the interracial romance genre and the authors, in the literary world. As an author I mostly write interracial love stories. In my book SHADES OF SPRING 1964; LETTERS TO MY DAUGHTER I write about an interracial couple in both the modern time and in 1964 when the anti-miscegenation laws were in effect. It is about how similar and how different Robert and Kristen/ Taylor and Maxine’s lives are. It is available on Amazon.

On behalf of all the authors I would like to say thank you for being here with us today. Next in line is MYA, enjoy!!!

My links are;

TWITTER;https://twitter.com/MOK_Author

FACEBOOK PAGE;http://www.facebook.com/MokAuthor?ref=hl

GOODREADS;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6445835.M_O_Kenyan

Orlando Bloom Kissing Condola Rashad and Liking It. A Lot! #RomeoandJuliet

Reblogged from Whispers In The Dark...:

I usually don’t write blogs on topics such as this, but I had to do it, just to get my two cents out there. This is so juicy for me because I’m a huge Orlando Bloom fan.

Orlando Bloom was on the Kelly & Michael show on Friday talking about his Romeo & Juliet Broadway play. Michael asked him about the long kissing scenes he has with Condola Rashad.

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“I DO”

LOVE, VULNERABILITY, INTIMACY AND RESPECT

You stand before your family and friends,

before God and the law,

but most importantly before the person that you love.

You say your vows, own composition

or the one that had been used by millions of strangers before you

But you say those vows and you mean it.

We never can see the future, but-

at that moment you mean those vows and have every intention of keeping them.

Then you say I Do.

You make an oath, a prayer

a promise that someone has to hold you to for the rest of your life.

I DO.

Two words, Three letters. An infinite amount of love.

I promise to love you.

I vow to honor you and respect you.

I will always protect you, provide for you and support you.

I promise…

I vow…

I will always…

I DO

So to the people making those vows, keeping those promises and being the best partner that you can be,  here is to your happily ever after,

I salute you… I DO!

“If Tonight Is My Last” by Laura Izibor

If an angel came down to me

Asked what I would do differently

I would say nothing you see

I have loved someone truly

And if I do not see tomorrow

You know it’s gonna be alright

Cos I got my baby right by my side

And if the rain ain’t falling

And the sun ain’t shining

It makes no difference to me

I’m right where I wanna be, and[CHORUS]

If tonight is my last, what I gotta do

And if tonight is my last, I wanna spend it with you

And if the sky falls down it’s gonna be alright

Cos I got you here tonight, ooh
If I had to give all that I own

In return for love that’s grown

I would give it gladly

Cos nothing else compares

To the moments that we share

And if the rain ain’t falling

And the sun ain’t shining

It makes no difference to me

I’m right where I wanna be, and[CHORUS]

Only get a short time on this earth

You gotta make each moment worth something beautiful

You gotta give every bit of you

With love, half just won’t do ooh, and

[CHORUS]

It’s gonna be alright

[CHORUS]

It’s gonna be alright

If an angel came down to me

Asked what I would do differently

I would say nothing you see

I have loved someone truly

Listen to it on Youtube

“Wedding Dress” by Matt Nathanson


So we lie here in the dark

All the wrong things on fire

In sickness and in health

To be with you, just to be with youIn your wedding dress

To have and to hold

‘Cause even at my best

I wanna let goAnd you hold me in your arms

And all that I can see

Is my future in your hands

And all that I can feel

Is how long ever after is

It’s all that I can do

To be with you, just to be with you

In your wedding dress

To have and to hold

‘Cause even at my best

I wanna let go

Thought I’d lost you

Thought I’d lost you

I gave you away

Thought I’d lost you

I’m jealous of the moon

For how it moves the waves

‘Cause in your wedding dress

To have and to hold

‘Cause even at my best

I wanna let go

And I wanna be somebody else now

And I wanna thicken my skin

And I wanna wish it all

Just wish it all away again

Listen to it on Youtube

5 Prince Publishing New Release by Bernadette Marie

Press Release Launch Kit

For

Love Songs

Bernadette Marie

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary

Release Date: October 3, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-77-6 ISBN 10: 1-939217-77-6

Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-78-3 ISBN 10: 1-939217-78-4

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

 

Love Songs:

 

Warner Wright is looking for that big break into country music, but the reputation of his ex-stepmother is getting doors slammed in his face. But when he hears the angelic voice of Clara Keller—he knows she’ll be his ticket.

 

When the talented Clara Keller and the sometimes awkward Warner Wright get together there is a spark even bigger than Nashville. Opportunity is going to knock on their door, but fame can be a tricky bedfellow.

 

Making beautiful music will be the easy part.  Facing Warner’s past might corrupt them both.

 

 

Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007—after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

In 2012 Bernadette Marie began to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever afters.

 

 

www.bernadettemarie.com

www.facebook.com/authorbernadettemarie

www.authorbernadettemarie.blogspot.com

@writesromance on Twitter

info@bernadettemarie.com

 

Excerpt of Love Songs:

 

Could the sun possibly be any hotter, or brighter, or…

Warner’s brakes screeched as he came to a stop at the stoplight he’d nearly run though. The glare from the hood of his Ford was blinding. The sweat on his neck was annoying. And the fact that he’d just been told he had no talent, well that was pissing him off.

He had talent. He had a butt-load of talent. Warner Wright had performed on every stage in Nashville. Oh, he’d performed with some of the biggest names when they were begging for a job.

He let out a breath. So why had he been passed up?

Oh he knew why!

The reputation of his family came long before he started trying to sell his songs. One thing about being the ex-stepson of Patricia Little, was all of Nashville knew she was trouble. And even if you were a thirty year old man, and you hadn’t had the woman in your life since your own father committed suicide when you were twelve, those things stick in the minds of some. It didn’t help that after his father’s death, she married a little bigger—a little richer—and soon she’d made it into the bed of The Ox, Harley Oxbury. The only problem was he was Nashville royalty—and married to Nashville royalty. The legend was when Christine Eaden found out about Harley and Patricia she put a shotgun to his head and threatened to dis-“member” him.

Did it matter to the world that his ex-stepmother took down one of Nashville’s icons? Oh, yeah. The Ox lost his career. Record companies didn’t want him anymore. The public didn’t want to see his shows. There wasn’t a product willing to put his name out front. Patricia Little had ruined the icon and her reputation, twenty years later, she was tarnishing his.

Perhaps he needed to change his name.

That was stupid. His name was fine. The woman was only his step mother for two years. By now the town should have forgotten the men she left in her path. Well they probably would have if she hadn’t gone on TV and done one of those reality shows where Warner’s picture was prominently displayed on her mantel as some kind of trophy of the husbands and “other’s” children she left in her wake. And hadn’t he asked the producers to take that down? Only a million times.

Well, some people were meant to be on stage and some in the behind the scenes. The guitar on the passenger seat was a reminder that he was one of them.

Although Jordan Farr, the head of Master Records, told him if he could get a voice to back up his music, maybe the world would start to see past his relation to Patricia Little. That had been the most positive feedback he’d received yet.

The light turned green and Warner eased off the clutch and onto the gas. The truck hiccupped and then picked up speed.

But in Nashville afternoon traffic, he didn’t make it far. Warner eased to a stop at the next light.

He could hear the music which the city had been built on. It poured out of the stores and the bars. But this music was closer and the voice wasn’t Carrie Underwood’s or Miranda Lambert’s. No this was fresh, sweet, original, and very close.

Warner turned his head to the right and spotted a woman in a Jeep tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. The song wasn’t one he’d heard on the radio. It wasn’t a karaoke cut either. No, she was singing to someone’s music, and she was magnificent.

She turned her head as if she might have felt his stare. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The aviator glasses shielding her eyes reflected his beat-up blue pickup truck.

She stopped singing and smiled. And it wasn’t just any smile. It was the kind that came with a wink, if he could have seen her eyes.

That moment nearly stopped his heart, just as her voice had. If he had her by his side then the doors of this town would open up to him.

The woman eased through the intersection and turned right at the next light.

He had to follow.

Warner checked his mirrors and quickly changed lanes. It was a close call with a Mustang, of all things, and the driver flipped him the middle finger. But he had to keep her in his sight.

He made a right, but her Jeep wasn’t on the street.

“Damn!” He smacked the steering wheel.

But just then he saw the Jeep. The woman was climbing out of it.

Warner made a U-turn, again causing a car to blare its horn at him and a driver to flip him off. The heat must be getting to everyone. They were all in such a nasty mood.

She’d parked in front of a theater and was jogging up the steps.

Warner screeched to a halt in the middle of the street and pulled his brake. The woman turned around on the steps of the theater and stopped.

He climbed across the bench seat to the passenger door and hung his head out the window.

“Hey,” he yelled like some back woods yokel.

“Hey, yourself.” She had an accent. She was native and that might be iffy. If she grew up in Nashville then she knew all about the shame of his family. But he’d let that find its own moment. This one was his.

“I’m not stalking you. I swear.”

“If you say so,” she said slowly, but she didn’t make a move toward the street and he didn’t blame her.

“I heard you singing. You’re freaking amazing.”

She laughed and her ponytail waved behind her. “I appreciate that.”

“No, really. I know what I’m talking about.” He tried to open the door, but it wasn’t going so well.

She’d taken another step toward the door. He was losing her.

“Wait. I want to talk to you.” Finally he managed the handle and nearly fell out of the truck, which he’d left running

The woman had made it to the top of the steps and gripped the knob on the front door of the theater.

“I’m not crazy. Please hear me out,” he was begging, but at least common sense had kicked in enough and he stopped moving toward her. “I’m a song writer. I’m looking for a voice.”

The woman nodded slowly, but she didn’t make any more moves to run away. That was a positive sign, wasn’t it?

“What’s your name?” she called down to him.

“Warner. Warner Wright.”

“Warner Wright the song writer? Cute.”

“No, that’s really my name.” He took one step further toward the curb. “You have an amazing voice.”

She looked at the watch on her wrist then back up at him. “You gathered that from hearing me in my truck?”

“Yes.”

Again, she nodded slowly. “Listen, I’m going to be late. If you want to come in and sit that’s fine. But I’m out of time for talking on the street.”

She opened the door to the theater and walked inside.

Warner started for the door and then the grumbling of his truck caught his attention. God, was he this desperate?

He hurried back to the truck, climbed in, and parked it down the street.

 

Clara locked her purse up in her aunt’s office and headed for rehearsal. The man in the street had scared the hell out of her at first, but she’d lived in Nashville her whole life. Every song writer thought they had what it took to make it big. Some of them got desperate enough to hunt down talent. But she’d never heard of this approach.

He hadn’t come inside. Perhaps he’d given up. All the same, she had her cell phone in her pocket. The theater had once been gutted by fire because of a psycho man. She didn’t care to see that repeated.

On the stage was a small ensemble waiting for her arrival. Behind them, the set to West Side Story was being repositioned for the weekend’s production.

“Thought you gave up on us,” Duke shouted from the piano. “You only have four shows left. Don’t give up now,” he laughed.

“The only reason I wouldn’t show up is because it’s too damn hot in here,” she said as she made it to the side of the stage. She walked up the stairs and joined the others.

Duke gave her a nod. “Let’s just take it from the top and work the songs. Arianna wants these last four shows to be sharp.”

They had only started the first song when the door opened and Warner walked into the theater. Why she thought he might be a threat she didn’t know because looking at him now she thought he looked like the biggest nerd she’d ever seen.

His jeans were worn, his shirt was untucked, and his thick blond hair was messed up something awful. More than likely he’d been driving all day with his windows down.

He’d helped himself to a seat in the back and just listened as they practiced. Well, she thought, if he liked what he heard in the car wait till he heard her sing as Maria.

 

Warner wondered how long he’d sat in that theater, alone. He was familiar with the musical—very familiar. They’d just finished the number Somewhere. Damn, he’d listened to nearly the entire musical. But that voice. She had the goods!

“She’s something, huh?”

Warner jumped in his seat and looked at the man next to him. Quickly he got to his feet. “Um, yes. She’s amazing.”

“That’s my niece.”

“She has a fantastic voice.” Warner turned to the man and held out his hand. He didn’t want this man to think he was crazy. “I’m Warner Wright. I’m a song writer. I heard her sing in the street and wanted to talk to her.”

The man nodded. “John Forrester.” He turned and looked at the woman he’d followed into the theater. “She doesn’t know you?”

“No, sir. But I’m not stalking her. I just wanted to talk to her about singing.”

John nodded slowly again and pulled his hand back. “She’s trained with a gun.”

Warner swallowed hard. “Most women in Tennessee are, sir.”

That made John laugh. “True enough.” He patted Warner on the shoulder. “She’s almost through.”

He gave him a smile and then looked toward the stage and gave his niece a glance. A million words were said between them in that moment, he wondered what they were.

Warner sat back down in his seat and listened as they finished the rest of the show.

To say he was moved would be an understatement. A piano and a dozen voices could do amazing things.

When the group stood up they all began to talk. This was a family, a musical family. One brought together by a common love and the current show they produced together.

It had been years since Warner was in musical theater, but you never forgot the feeling.

The woman he’d followed walked away from the group and was headed toward him. Her thumbs were tucked into the front pockets of her cutoff jeans.

The eyes that had hid behind the shiny aviators, which were now hung from the front of her tank top, were dark brown.

Warner quickly stood.

“You followed me all the way in here and listened to rehearsal?” Her accent was drawn out.

“Yes. I have to say, you’re amazing.”

The woman nodded slowly, just as her uncle had done. “You’ve said that, but thank you.” She looked down at her bare toes in the sandals she wore and wiggled them. The middle ones had rings on them. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes. No. I—is there somewhere we can talk?”

She looked around. “What’s wrong with here?”

“Right. Listen, I’m a song writer and I’m looking for a voice to demo my work.”

“And you’re looking for lessons?”

Warner raked his fingers through his hair. It was getting much too long. He looked down at his attire. God, she must think I’m a hobo.

“No. I’m not looking for lessons. I’m looking for someone to do the vocals.”

“And you want me to do that?”

He smiled. Finally they were on the same page. “Yes.”

“I see. Mr. Wright, I’m very busy with the theater right now. I just don’t…”

“Would you just look at them?” He was so desperate he was hunting down strangers to sing his songs. This was embarrassing. “Please. Maybe just a few hours with me and you could see what you think.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

He dropped his shoulders. He was desperate.

He held out his hand to shake hers. “Again, I’m Warner Wright.”

She smiled and took his hand. Her grip was firm. There was no messing around with this one. “Clara Keller.”

“Ms. Keller, I would appreciate a moment of your time to show you my work.”

She pulled her hand back, tucked it into her back pocket and gave him a regarding look.

“Do you know where the Riverside Building is?”

He raised his eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone? This is Nashville.”

She chuckled. “There is a Starbucks on the main floor. I’ll meet you there tomorrow at ten.”

“Tomorrow at ten. Starbucks. Riverside Building.”

“Will that work?”

He nodded. “Thank you. Can I take you out for a drink tonight? No business, just get to know you?”

Clara pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Thanks, but I have one guilty pleasure and its on TV tonight.”

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. He forced a smile. “What might that be?”

“Reality TV at its worst. Every heard of Nashville Ex-wives Club?”

He knew the blood had just drained out of his head. Damn if he fainted this would be over.

“I’ve heard of it.”

“Never miss a one. That Little woman is such trash she makes me laugh. But I’ll see you tomorrow. Ten.”

He only nodded as Clara left the theater.

Well, this was over. Once Clara found out about his connection with Patricia Little she too would exit stage left.

Warner left the theater just in time to see a tow truck drive away with his pickup.

It was official—Nashville hated him.

5 Prince Publishing Cover Reveal by Lisa J Hobman

Cover Reveal

For

The Girl Before Eve

Lisa J Hobman

 

Genre: Fiction/Romance/Contemporary

Release Date: January 30, 2014

Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-95-0   ISBN 10: 1-939217-95-4

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-96-7     ISBN 10: 1-939217-96-2

 

 

Unrequited love is the biggest heartache…

 

Lily and Adam have been best friends since the dawn of time.  Well, the dawn of their time.  Okay…since primary school actually.  Everyone accepted them as a twosome.  Until one day, aged 18, Lily made a fateful discovery.  She was head over heels in love.

With Adam.

Her unrequited feelings were hard to deal with initially but this suddenly became even harder when Lily inadvertently introduced him to the love of his life.  It all started as a bit of a joke thanks to her name.

Eve.

Many years later and Adam is grieving for the loss of his wife following a tragic accident and Lily is there to help him pick up the pieces.  Her methods are sometimes a little unorthodox and lead to ridiculous consequences.

Can Lily help Adam to move on and find happiness?  And can either of the friends recover from losing the love of their lives?

 

 

Sometimes the one thing you want is way out of reach.