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   Ambrosia (coming June 6) A Flowering novella by Sarah Daltry Four years. One night that was supposed to be an escape turned into four years. And now, four years is about to turn into forever. 
Lily was never anything special. A perfect girl from a perfect world living an empty life. She was lost, thinking she knew who she was and what she wanted. She thought she knew love, but then there was a boy. 
Jack has been through Hell. Watching his mother die - at his father’s hands - will never leave him. He had given up on living a life, figuring he would drink himself to death, if he didn’t give in to all the voices telling him to kill himself first. And then there was a girl who smelled like strawberries. 
Two years have passed since Orange Blossom . Jack and Lily are only months away from their wedding and their journey is about to come to an end. Join them in the final title in the Flowering series, a story of growing up, of finding yourself, and of “blooming.”   
   

Excerpt:  
After driving for two hours and a three hour seminar session, I’m exhausted. I take out my cell to text Jack and ask if he wants to order dinner tonight, because there is no way I even have the energy to go through a drive-thru. I notice as I look at my phone that I have twenty-six texts. That’s right – twenty-six. All sent between nine this morning and noon. All from my mother. They grow increasingly frantic, as if texts just shoot directly into my brain and notify me that she has something “very important” to ask me. I wish I had never given her my number. More, I wish I had never taught her how to text, because she seems to think it’s the same thing as actually speaking, and then she gets agitated when I don’t reply. 
The last one she sent is incoherent. Just a lot of random letters and punctuation. I would worry that something was actually wrong, but my dad and Jon didn’t text. If something had happened, they would have as well. Instead, it’s just endless streams of urgency from my mother. I leave my stuff in the library and go back outside to call her. She answers almost immediately. 
“I have been trying to reach you all morning,” she says. 
“I had class.” 
“But I texted you.” 
“Right, but I still had class.” 
“Okay, well, two things. First, we need to confirm the DJ. Have you done that yet? Did you meet with him? Do you know what time he’s setting up?” 
“I’ll call him when I get off the phone with you. Sorry. It slipped my mind.” 
There is a lengthy pause. She’s trying. I keep telling myself that, because it keeps me sane. A few years ago, I would have gotten quite the tirade about forgetting to call the DJ. Instead, she’s practicing deep breathing, which she learned about in yoga. My existence has led her to yoga. 
“I promise. I’ll call,” I tell her. 
“Okay. The second thing is that your father wants to put down a deposit for your honeymoon this week. Gail has been checking in and we don’t have an answer for her, so you have to pick something. I don’t like having to keep making Gail wait.” Gail is the travel agent my parents use. Everyone in my parents’ life is a long-lost friend; there is no such thing as Expedia. 
“Can I let you know tomorrow?” 
“I suppose, but haven’t you talked about it?” she asks. 
“We have, but Jack feels silly taking your money. Maybe we’ll just do a weekend away at the Cape or something.” 
The deep breathing resumes. People in my mother’s life don’t do weekends away at the Cape; they own houses there. Playlist Link


 Other titles in the Series (in recommended reading order, except Blue Rose can fit anywhere):
Forget Me Not (Lily’s Story)Lily of the Valley (Jack’s Story)Star of Bethlehem (Holiday Novella) Orange Blossom Blue Rose (Alana’s Story)
Also available:
"Her Brother's Best Friend" (short erotic story that goes before Forget Me Not)
Volume 1 Box Set (includes "Her Brother's Best Friend, Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, and Star of Bethlehem)
The "Cleaner" Version (includes Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, Blue Rose, and Star of Bethlehem with less sex)
About Sarah Daltry
Sarah Daltry is a girl who writes books. The books are in all genres, because Sarah’s not so great at committing to things. She’s happily married and she and her husband live with their cats in New England. Sarah is painfully shy and, if you are able to find her, she is probably in a corner, hiding. She has also written the urban fantasy romance, Bitter Fruits; the YA gamer geek comedy, Backward Compatible; the literary reimagining, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock; historical erotica, The Quiver of a Kiss; and a variety of erotica and short stories.
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Cover Reveal Tour for Into the Flames by S.M. Lynn. *You can't outrun your past.*

  You can’t outrun your past.  The flames will hunt you until you’re found.  You must embrace it, learn from it, and allow it to help you grow into who you are meant to be.
Celeste knows that she cannot leave the past behind.  It has scorched a dark path through her present and her future.  As she tries to deal with the demons that haunt her and come to terms with who she really is, she realizes what true fear is.  And it’s not Dean Marcus.  The fear that consumes her thoughts is for Ian, for their love and for his life.
You know your past has shaped you but you refuse to bend to its will.  That is when the flames of the past will find you and take their revenge.
Ian knows the truth and his love remains strong.  He wants nothing more than to protect his future and his love at all costs.  He has the woman he loves in his arms.  His greatest desire is to make her his wife.  When more betrayal strikes at his heart, will he be able to overcome those that seek to harm him and the woman he loves?

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      Gavin has been my rock and my refuge in all of this.  He took me back in or rather helped have all my things moved from the house I shared with Ian back to the apartment.  I broke down several times as boxes were carried in and was in no shape to actually go over to the house to help pack my things.  I spent the day on my bed, soaking my pillow in tears.  I don’t know what I would have done without Gavin.  He rarely left my side at the hospital.  He has been home caring for me almost night and day since I returned.  I hate to think about the toll I’m taking on his work and his social life.  I know it’s selfish of me but I can’t function without him right now.  I need someone to lean on and for me; Gavin is the only one.  Ian would have been the only one but…  Well, I don’t want to think about that right now.  Dr. Somers was adamant that I rest my brain.  No excessive reading or watching tv; nothing that would really stress my brain, just rest, is what he told me.  I’ve tried to follow orders as best I can. I’d thought about getting a place of my own when I left the hospital but Gavin would not hear of it.  “Gav, I’m so sorry that you have to deal with all this.  It can’t be easy for you.  I don’t blame you with the media circus and everything if you don’t want me to come back and live with you.”“Stop it.  I won’t listen to another word of that dribble.  You will come home to our apartment and we will eat bad chinese, get drunk and go dancing.  Once you’re feeling better that is.  And there’s nothing you can say to stop that.”  Gavin’s so great to try to cheer me up.  He knows I need someone to lean on and without Ian, well, I don’t know what I would do without Gavin.My schedule has consisted of wake, run, lay in bed, go for an evening run on the days I don’t meet with Dr. Reeves and then home to shower and go to bed for the night.  It wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch to say I was depressed.  I knew I needed to talk with someone, a professional.  Dr. Somers insisted upon it when I was in the hospital and introduced me to Dr. Reeves.  When I first met with him, I didn’t think I would ever be comfortable enough to share my story with him.  Hell, I couldn’t share it with the people that were closest to me, how would I share it with a complete stranger?  But I guess that is what makes him the professional.  From day one I shared my life with him and he helped me walk through what it all meant for my future.I’ve tried to contact Ian.  The 100s of voicemails that probably went un-listened to, the texts that are too numerous for me to even fathom, daily emails and calls to his office and the house attest to the fact that I wanted to talk with him.  Everything went unanswered.  I still remember the pain in his voice from that brief time in the hospital.  He was broken.  I’d done that to him.  I wanted to wrap him my arms but couldn’t even manage to open my eyes.  I wanted to plead with him, to explain everything, to tell him it was the only way to protect him, to let him know that I planned to tell him everything that night before Dean came to the door.  I just wanted to stop him from leaving.  I remember hearing the door close and the knowledge that there was no going back hit me full force.  Ian’s gone and I’m left here.  Alone.Nightmares have plagued me nightly since the attack.  I’m hopeful that therapy will help alleviate them if not stop them all together.  I know they are a manifestation of my fear but I really don’t want to be afraid anymore.  Most nights Gavin has either had to calm me after the nightmare or sleep in my room because I can’t bear to be alone afterward.Only once do we talk about Dean being at the hospital.  Gavin said he looked like he was studying me.  He didn’t make any move to touch me but kept mumbling about coming back to him, being with him, loving him.  It’s hard to come to grips with the fact that Dean is essentially two people, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde if you will.  There’s the one side that actually seems to care for me but it’s more the kind of care that a master has for his pet.  Then there’s the sadistic side, the side the reveled in my pain; the side that only wants to take, take from me, take from my father, take everything and that would kill me in the process.  That Dean was the one I had come to know so well after our engagement.  I tried so many times to break things off with him; either he would convince me to come back or force me to with threats, eventually I thought my fate was sealed. I had no idea anyone could be so cruel, evil.  But Dean showed me time and again that I had no idea what real evil was until him. 



S.M. Lynn has a Bachelor's Degree in Secondary Education with an English specialization.  She resides in small town Nebraska with her husband and two children.  She writes contemporary romance leaning toward the erotic but enjoys mixing in elements of suspense.
When her family can pry her away from writing and reading, she works in her husband's financial services firm.  Between kids and work there is not much time left over but when she has some, she enjoys traveling, watching Vampire Diaries and scouring Facebook for book deals.
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Interview with author Joseph Lamport. Book Tour for The Life and Times of Richard Musto.

Joe Lamport and Michel Delsol, Author & Photographer of The Life and Times of Richard Musto.

     1.       Are you famous is the general question I get when family and friends introduces me to their friends. It always left me with a pause as quick comebacks filters through my mind but ending up saying something like ….”Oh gee thanks” and give a shy smile, silly I know but the idea unsettles me. (a)Does this happen to you and (b) what do you say? This is not a question I can relate to inasmuch as I don’t usually introduce myself as a writer nor is that the way my friends think of me or introduce me in turn.  Up until now writing hasn’t been very much part of my public persona.  2.       In general do you like to talk about you writing and published books or are you very close-lip about it? If no why? I very much like to talk about my writing (and my books) even though I don’t have much occasion to do so.  It’s not a topic that other people seem to find nearly so interesting as we writers ourselves do.   Since writers tend to spend so much time brooding over our work, I always find it hard to stop talking about it when the opportunity does present itself. 3.       What book/s are you currently writing and what is it about? I’m currently writing a non-fiction book as a work for hire.  I don’t currently have a new book of my own that I’m working on.  4.       Why this particular genre? The genre of my new book is most unusual – a non-fiction poem.  I’m not exactly sure why I decided to write it this way.  Once the idea occurred to me, though, it seemed absolutely necessary, as if there could be no other way to tell this particular story.  I like the idea of applying very traditional literary conventions in telling a true story.  I hope it expands the boundaries of what readers accept as literature.  For me it also had the further beneficial effect of expanding my understanding of the truth.   

5.       What inspire or motivate you to write? Usually I write in order to figure things out  – If I have an experience that I want to better understand, writing provides a great way to do so.      6.       What is the writing process like for you? Usually it’s very enjoyable as long as I’m able to maintain a regular routine.  I find there are typically only 2 or at most 3 hours in any given afternoon when I can really concentrate and produce good stuff.  It’s important to plan my day carefully in order to make best use of that time.  7.       How did/do you teach yourself to write? By translating Chinese poetry.  8.       What aspect of the craft do you think is most difficult to learn? Marketing.  I have very limited patience for it but recognize it is absolutely necessary, especially for self-publishers.  It calls for certain skills (such as concision) that are not my natural strength.  9.       What has been the most encouraging comment someone has made about your writing? That they found it interesting; that they laughed; that they read a passage out loud. 10.   What is the best and/ or worst part of being a writer? That we are free to think and write exactly as we choose – this is the great opportunity each of us has as a writer.  Unlike actors or playwrights or movie directors, we don’t need help from other people to practice our craft.  Now in the golden age of self-publishing – we don’t even need to worry about finding an agent or publisher! I suppose the worst part about being a writer nowadays is that writing is becoming much less valued in our culture; people don’t care about books, they don’t have time or inclination to read.  But I see this as both good and bad for writers.  It’s bad obviously because it means there are fewer readers.  It’s good because it provides us with an enormous range of freedom to say exactly what we choose to say, without worrying overly much about achieving commercial success in a rapidly disappearing market.  11.   Any advice for struggling writers? Live a full and rewarding life, don’t just be an observer.  I think good writing more often results from life that has been fully lived rather than the other way around. 12.   Favorite author? Samuel Beckett, Anna Akhmatova

     

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13.   What did you do before you became a writer? I’ve done lots of different things - I’ve worked as a chauffeur, a lawyer, an Internet entrepreneur, and most recently as a business consultant.  14.   Was it a life long dream or triggered recently?  Always wanted to be a writer but as a younger person never really felt I had anything in particular I wanted to say.  I didn’t sit down to try and write seriously until I turned 40 and had lived through some experiences that seemed like they might be worth recording.   15.   What do you like to do when not writing? 

Favorite thing is working in the garden on fine spring day.  16.   Do you have a bucket/ to-do list and would you share at least two things on it? Not really but I would like to travel more.  The last few decades I have been very sedentary while raising 2 kids and living with a house full of pets.  So I would very much like to travel in China, particularly across the western interior regions.   Also I would like to paddle around Long Island in my kayak.    
17.   This or that questions: ·         Coffee or Tea -  both – tea first thing in the morning and  before bed at night; coffee the rest of the time ·         Sweet or savory –  savory ·         Home make meal or takeouts – home cooking for sure  ·         Winter or summer –  summer by a mile ·         Night-owl or Early-Bird –  neither really ·         Telephone or visits – hate the telephone – an instrument of the devil – much prefer face to face ·         Which social network do you prefer?  - Linkedin I suppose  ·         Blogger or website?   Not sure I understand the difference  ·         What does your family say about your career? Supportive or Clueless  - wife is very supportive – kids are clueless

 And Finally

Moto/wisdom in life you live by.From the Heart Sutra:Form is no different than Emptiness/Emptiness is no different than Form  Contact details and buy links of the newest books you would like the readers to know.Josephlamport@yahoo.com or jlampoet@gmail.comWebsite for my new book is:  www.lifeofmusto.comYou can buy a copy of the new book online here:  https://gumroad.com/l/lifeofmusto My translations of Chinese poetry can be found here:www.tangspirit.netMy personal poetry blog is here:http://Lampoetry.blogspot.com  The book can be purchased online here:  https://gumroad.com/l/lifeofmusto  Category: Biography, Photography, LiteraryTour Date: May/June, 2014
Available in: Print,  210 PagesKirkus Reviews – The Best Books of 2013 – Indie“A winsome character sketch that celebrates a homeless man’s quirky personality and picaresque life story…The result is a heartening lesson on “How to live life in extremis / Yet to the fullest.  A romanticized but beguiling saga of one man’s life on the streets.” “In a city known for its larger-than-life  characters, perhaps none boasts a personality as outsized and eccentric as Musto’s”- The New York Daily NewsBiography of an eighty-nine-year-old man living on the streets of New York City offers a journalistic investigation into the art of survival in America today.Joe Lamport met Richard Musto completely by accident. The old man had built a campsite on the street corner down the block from where Joe lives in New York City.Joe had never seen anyone quite like him, a man of that age living on the streets in a cardboard shack of his own construction. He seemed to be about the age of Joe’s own father, so Joe and his photographer friendMichel Delsol stopped and spoke with him to hear his story.Two years and countless conversations later, The Life and Times of Richard Musto: The True Life Story of a Survival Artist is the result. This biography of an anonymous man – Lamport explains that Richard literally calls himself “Anmomas” – tells in blank verse and photographs the true life story of a now nearly ninety-year old man who makes his home on the streets of New York City.Richard is currently In a rooming house in Atlantic City where his rent is paid up through March 1st. If nothing else, we hope sales from the book will be sufficient to cover the cost of his rent for the following month.A free download of the first two chapters of The Life and Times of Richard Musto is available at www.lifeofmusto.com.

About Author, Joe Lamport:Joe Lamport is a translator and poet who lives in New York City. His translations of classic Chinese poetry have been published extensively online by The Epoch Times and Brooklyn Rail. He is also the co-founder of the website and newsletter Tang Spirit Network. He has published a chap book of his own poems online and maintains a blog for other work. He isalso the author of a novel called Dinkelmann’s Rules. Richard Musto with WritersAbout Photographer, Michel Delsol:Michel Delsol’s photography has been shown in solo exhibits at galleries such as the Japanese Information and Cultural Center, of the Japanese Embassy in Washington, DC, Kinokuniya in New York and La Gaia Scienza in Venice, Italy as well in many group exhibits in New York. His work has been selected for  ’Le Journal de la Photographie’ and F-Stop magazine.  His portrait work has been commissioned by leading magazines, book and music publishers and major advertisement agencies.  His work has received awards and nominations from the Society of Publication designers, the International B + W Spider awards, PX3  and One Life International photography. Several additional collections of his photographs are available on his website: http://lifeofmusto.com/.Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/micheldelsol/the-life-and-times-of-richard-musto/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Life-and-Times-of-Richard-Musto/1400520040189108

 Life and Times of Richard Musto Web Tour ScheduleIndie Reviews Behind the Scenes Apr 16 I 8 pm cst-RecordedSo Many Precious BooksMay 9 Review & GiveawayTeena in Toronto May 12 Review                                                Cassandra M's PlaceMay 13 Review & GiveawayInspire to ReadMay 14 InterviewEvery Free Chance May 19 Review & Giveaway
Rebecca's Writing ServcesMay 23 Guest PostRebecca's Writing Servces May 30 Review                                 The New In BooksMay 28 Review & Guest PostDeal Sharing AuntMay 29 Review & Guest Post Minnesota Girl in the World June 4 Review                                               Open Book Society June 6  Review                                         Room With BooksJune 10 Review & InterviewI'd Rather Be At The Beach June 12 Review & GiveawayBooks and BindingsJune 16 Review, Guest Post & Giveaway                          

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  Title – Changeling  Series – The Siofra Chronicles  Author – K.R. Wilburn  Genre – YA Urban Fantasy  Publication Date – 5/2/14  Length (Pages/# Words) – 239/ 80k words  Publisher – Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing Cover Artist – Stephanie White of Steph’s Cover Designs  BOOK SYNOPSIS – All college Freshman Cassie Marshall has ever wanted was to be brave enough to find her own place in the world without her friends or family choosing for her. When she wakes up on her nineteenth birthday in a parallel world she feels she may have finally glimpsed her true purpose. She learns that she is a Changeling with the ability to pass through the Dreaming and into the Otherworld. Now she has one year to decide whether to forsake her destiny and remain a mortal, or to sever her ties to become an immortal Fae, standing guard over the dreams of sleeping humans.When other changelings go missing, whispers of a dark and shadowy threat begin to spread through the Fae courts. There is an Erlking, an elf twisted by thousands of years trapped in the mortal world, hunting down the changelings where the Fae can’t protect them and draining the magic from their souls. Cassie is thrown into a race against time to decide what she wants most before it finds her and devours her soul and takes away her choices for good.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE / BARNES & NOBLES NOOK / GOODREADS      EXCERPT –

"Cassandra," the strange man called, his voice deep and melodic at the same time. My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name on his lips. "I am so glad you’re finally here." He walked toward me, all grace and easiness, and I had to remind myself to breathe, chiding myself for being nervous about a strange man in a dream."Do I know you?" I asked as he stopped in front of me and smiled down at me familiarly. I frowned at him. He was taller than I was, my head not quite reaching his chin, and I had to look up at him, resisting the urge to stretch onto my toes to get a better look at his eyes."Not yet," he admitted, "but I have been waiting for you nonetheless. My name is Aleksander. I am your Caomhnóir.""My what? What’s a kweevrore?" I stumbled over the unfamiliar word, trying to mimic the way it had rolled off his tongue."Your Caomhnóir. Like a guardian or protector," he said, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth from the way I’d tested out the unfamiliar word."And what is it exactly you think you are guarding me from?” I asked, my eyes glancing suspiciously over the trees as the branches rustled with a breeze."I am not your guard, Cassandra.”  He smirked at me as if the thought of guarding me was somehow amusing. "I am your guardian, your mentor. I am here to guide you during your time here in Otherworld." He spread his arms wide and gestured to the lush landscape surrounding us.I scowled. "Please don't call me Cassandra. Only my grandfather calls me Cassandra. ""What would you like to be called then?""Call me Cassie," I said. "What is Otherworld?""All right then, Cassie. It’s hard to describe in mortal terms, but I will try," he said with a grin, reaching out and taking my hand in his.I inhaled sharply when his hand touched mine. My palm tingled strangely, and a strange heat passed briefly between us. I wondered if he had felt it as well. He caught my gaze, his startled green eyes mirroring my own before he looked down at our hands, studying them.I was sure he had felt that sizzle too.  I was starting to get curious. I couldn't recall ever actually feeling in my dreams before. Unless you counted my nightmares.  Somehow I always felt those as if they were real. Was this a nightmare?When I thought about it, I realized that I shouldn't be able to taste the salt in the air or smell the woodsy aroma of the trees around us. I frowned with confusion. This dream was far too real for my taste, and it was starting to make my head hurt."The Otherworld is the land of the Fae," Aleksander explained patiently. He tucked my arm under his, turning and leading me down the beach. The waves swept gently up the beach and over my feet, deliciously warm and again bothering me because I knew that I shouldn't be able to feel the warmth."The Fae? You mean like faeries?” I asked finally, trying not to think too much about how disturbingly real it all was even as I relished the feeling of the warm water and the sand.  It had been so long since I had seen the ocean, and strange as this all was, I wasn’t in that dark clearing sniveling and waiting to be killed."The Fae are...well, for lack of a better term, yes, Faeries. We are what is left of the guardians of the realms of dreams."He must have seen the look of confusion on my face because he patted my hand reassuringly, drawing me closer to his side as he led me across the glittering sand. My breath caught in my throat. Under any other circumstance, strolling down a beautiful beach hand in hand with a gorgeous man would be happy dream. Instead, I was overwhelmed and felt panic starting to build within me. My heart beat rapidly and my breath sped up as if adrenaline were beginning to flow."This place is our home. It lies outside of the mortal realm, on a different plane of existence, but one that runs parallel to it. I know that probably doesn't make any sense to you yet, but it will with time.”"Are you seriously trying to tell me that I'm in some kind of alternate dimension here?” I asked, frustrated and confused.  “Oh man, I've got to lay off the Supernatural reruns before bed."A different realm of existence? Those cheap grocery store cakes were off the shopping list permanently. All those preservatives had probably fried my brain. Becca was right. It was time to go organic. Science fiction and junk food obviously had dire consequences when combined."You are a Síofra,” he said, ignoring my outburst.“Sheefra?” I repeated, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.  What weird language was he speaking?He stopped and turned to face me so quickly that I walked into him. I could feel his breath on my cheeks as he looked down at me, bringing his hands to my upper arms and holding them gently as if bracing me for something important."You, Cassandra Matthews, are a changeling."

 



AUTHOR BIO: KR Wilburn was born in Northern California and has traveled the world with her family but currently calls Fairbanks Alaska home. A veteran of the United States Army, she began writing as stress relief and found she truly enjoyed it. As the mother of six children and the wife of her childhood best friend Ben she enjoys being able to hide away in the other worlds she creates. When she isn't writing, she is busy reading everything she can get her hands on and counting down the moments until she can find inspiration capturing the perfect Aurora through the lens of her Camera 
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On a day like any other, Allyn Sommers went off to work, not knowing that her life was about to be irrevocably and horrifically altered. Three years later, Allyn is still a prisoner in her own home held captive by harrowing fear. Broken and damaged, Allyn seeks help from someone that fate brought her. Dr. Dominic Shriver is a psychiatrist who’s drawn to difficult cases. He must push past his own personal battles to help Allyn fight her monsters and nightmares. Is Dr. Shriver the answer to her

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“I haven’t done this in a long time,” I whisper timidly when he’s close.

The edges of Dominic’s mouth lift as the small smile that graces his lips is reflected in his eyes.

“We’ll take it slow. There’s no rush. Just move away if you want to stop.”

Right now, I just want to feel him. Feel his perfect, fevered lips on mine, feel myself give him control while I’m in his arms, and feel how very right this moment is.

With one hand around my lower back, he carefully runs his fingertips down my jaw, coaxing me to relax and just enjoy it. His lips expertly trail down my neck, and I move my head to the side, elongating my neck to give him more skin to touch.

“You’re lovely,” he mumbles as he worships my throat. With his palm slowly moving across my neck he smoothly pushes my hair away to fall down my back.

Slowly Dominic moves his head and presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat.

“Mmm.” A raw sound of pleasure escapes me.

Dominic’s tongue caresses the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“Oh God,” I whisper, wanting more of this. His hand tangles into my hair. “You have the most tantalizing lips, and I can’t wait to taste them. But this succulent skin on your neck is too mouth-watering to neglect,” he murmurs in my ear.

I’m caught up in delicious, foreign sensations. Feelings I never thought would happen to me again.






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I don't do 'normal'. I've found that the more I write, the more I like being different to other authors. I write in first person, and I love to challenge a reader. I take the normal and switch it around. For me, I really enjoy getting a reaction from a reader. So if I can evoke an emotion (regardless of if it's the emotion the reader wants) then I figure that I've done my job as an author I want to be. I really quite revel in taking people out of their comfort zones and pushing them to read something different. My genre of writing is, well quite frankly, where ever my mind goes. I won't label myself because I don't like sticking to one genre. My goal with writing is just to take people away from whatever is going on in their lives, even if it's only for a split second. I'm a go with the flow sort of person and don't really take a course of action to get where I am going. I live in the moment and don't usually worry about tomorrow because whatever life is due to bring me, I'll be happy to accept. I love my family and friends and will help anyway I can if someone needs it. I really don't like people that are nasty just because they can be, I don't believe that's necessary, I mean life's hard enough as it is! I hope you enjoy my books, I've had a hoot writing them. There's more to come..... Til next time. M xx
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BOOK INFO Title – For Liberty Series – Red Hot and BOOM! Author – Rene Folsom Genre – Contemporary Romance Publication Date – June 1, 2014 Length (Pages/# Words) – Approximately 85 pages / 12,000 words Cover Artist – Rene Folsom with Phycel Designs 
BOOK BLURB/SYNOPSIS While deployed overseas, his mission classified, the heartfelt letters Maximus writes are the only bits of communication Liberty receives during the year he is away. Her memories of him, along with a box full of letters, become her most prized possessions—that and the life growing inside her.It’s not until communication stops, and the scheduled return of her Army hero comes and goes, that Libby begins to freak out. Her worry for his welfare, along with concern over her current situation, wreaks havoc on her once-solid nerves.While she’s waiting for his return with bated breath, she clings to hope and remembers the words he once wrote: “A soldier doesn't fight because he hates what is in front of him. A soldier fights because he loves what he left behind.” The infamous quote is a constant reminder of why he chooses to fight: For Liberty.

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Volunteering for the local animal shelter, and helping with their holiday fundraisers, was how I chose to spend my birthday that year. The K9 kissing booth was a huge success. All the local pet lovers lined up to pay for smooches with the four-legged fur friends.When I saw him standing in line, my heart stopped momentarily. Two years older than I was, Maximus Becker was the boy I drooled over during my freshman and sophomore years of high school. Of course, in high school, two years was quite an age gap, and I was a child in his eyes. Other than his occasional visits home, I hadn't seen him since he’d graduated six years ago and enlisted into the Army.His round, boyish face was now strong and covered in a dusting of sexy scruff. It was obvious the military kept him in great shape, with his built physique and powerful demeanor. He was no longer the boy I knew in high school. His tall stature and confident stance was nothing short of pure, masculine strength.Looking back, it seemed a bit petty that I frantically searched for another volunteer to take my post. My job was to collect the money for the kissing booth, and I couldn't just bail. But I was also sure as shit I’d end up making a fool of myself in front of this gorgeous man who probably still didn't even know I existed.Realizing there was no one around to relieve me of this torture, I blew a stray lock of hair out of my eyes with a puff of breath and attempted to put on my best game face—determined to keep my cool. He was next in line.Smiling kindly at the old lady in front of him, I stuffed her dollar in the money bag and kept my head down, worried my words would stumble if I looked into his eyes. Call me crazy, but those stupid, teenage fluttery feelings took over my stomach at the mere closeness of him. I probably looked weak and scared—words usually never used to describe me.“Well hello, Libby,” a warm, raspy voice said. The fact he spoke my name actually gave me strength to be the girl I knew was hiding inside me somewhere.Raising my head and meeting his beautiful, hazel eyes, I smiled. “Max. Haven’t seen you around in a while. How the hell are ya?” I was beyond grateful my voice didn't crack when his name spilled from my lips.“Doin’ good. Just moved back to town now that I’m stationed at the base nearby.” His eyes roamed down my body and back up to meet my eyes. “Looks to me like I've missed a lot while I was gone.” The smile he so sinfully wore on his face made my insides melt like a tween at a One Direction concert. The fact one man could make me feel that way was both exciting and embarrassing.And again, I was speechless. Was he paying me a compliment? My brain couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening, so I just stood there and grinned like a damn fool.Leaning toward me, he crooked his finger and signaled for me to come closer. My heart was nearly leaping from my chest with the thought of him so near. He smelled good too. I had to rein in all the self-control I could muster in order to keep from blatantly sniffing him.With his warm breath feathering over my ear, he said, “So, I’m a little embarrassed. I got in this line thinking I was lining up for a kiss with—” “We don’t have all day,” a crabby woman behind Max said, cutting off his words. If I weren’t representing the animal shelter, I would have told the lady to fuck off.Smiling kindly, I held out my hand for his donation and said, “You ready to get your mac on with a basset hound?”Shaking his head comically, he let out a light chuckle and held up a twenty between his fingers. His instruction for me to keep the change startled me a bit. We’d had several people give us an extra dollar or two toward the fundraising efforts, but no one had offered quite so much.Stepping over to the line of dogs, he looked back in my direction and gave me a wink before allowing Henry to slobber all over his cheek.I couldn't contain my laughter as I watched him wipe his face on his sleeve.

 
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    AUTHOR BIO Rene Folsom, author of paranormal romance and erotica, lives in Florida with her husband and three kids. She has officially diagnosed herself with creative ADD and often has a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to writing, she is also a graphic artist who enjoys creating custom book covers for indie authors. She is definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during her waking hours.Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret... 
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A 5 Star review for Goldilocks by Patria Dunn, a paranormal twist to an old story.

I received the book from the author for an honest review.

A very old children's story with a very new and original plot that every age group will enjoy.
The plot was authentic, original and very entertaining and I really enjoyed the book. Although I found some gaps in the story, that at times hindered the flow; the fact remains that you could still enjoy it, catching up quickly as the story flowed from page to page.

I really loved Goldilocks character. This seventeen year old young woman that suffered the loss of her mother, still trying to get to grips with it, her emotional state vulnerable but yet it gave her the edge to see other people pain; connecting her with them.

Her willingness to work with her father to restore their relationship after the loss, even moving with him to the woods in Colorado; living in an old shack away from all her comforts as she knew it, was clearly visible. Making the best of the situation without the usual tantrums of young people her age.

Her tenacity as she bounce back each time and adapting to her new life was impressive. With a passion for nature and cross country runs she soon learned about the woods and the secrets it kept.

When she met Jake Bear her life as she knew it changed. A block of a young man with his own secrets so closely guarded that he couldn't trust anyone. Fighting for what he believes even if it brought some new challenges into his otherwise quiet life.
Both these characters had their own problems, dealing with it the best they could and you could really relate to them on a personal level. Their human frailties and changes tested to the limit.
When mysteries revealed the new twists in the story it made sure that you could experience with them the high and lows of the plot.
Filled with enough tension to keep you on the edge, while you get to know them better.
I liked both the father's characters as well. Both duty bound to do the best for their families while protecting their children; so different in their approach, but at the end they had to work together to safe the town, its people and their children.
Overall a really good plot that held you glued to the book.

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Hannah Adler had wished for more attention from her father, but not at the cost of leaving everything she loved behind. The mountains of Hinsdale, Colorado was not where she’d imagined spending her senior year, but with her father accepting the inspector position at the Golden Wonder gold mine, she had no choice but to make the best of it. It’s not as if the friends, she didn’t have, would miss her. Life had been lonely since losing her mother almost five years ago, and now was her chance to start letting her heart heal once and for all. 

Jake Bear had his nickname for a reason, but it wasn’t one that Hannah would have ever suspected. There was a secret buried in those sable colored eyes, and with something lurking in the woods behind her new home, Hannah was almost sure he knew more than he let on. 

He only wanted to protect her, but from what…?

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BOOK INFO Title – The Tycoon’s Reluctant Bride Series – BBW Romance - Billionaire Brothers 2 Author – Jenn Roseton Genre – Sexy contemporary romance Publication Date – May 1, 2014 Length (Pages/# Words) - Approx 25,000 words Publisher – Jenn Roseton
   
BOOK BLURB/SYNOPSIS When city tycoon and part-time cowboy Alex Trask proposes to curvy Laura, she thinks he’s crazy. After all, they've only met once and haven’t even kissed! But when he offers to help her company solve its cash flow problems and stave off bankruptcy, what other choice does she have?Since he’ll only assist her if she agrees to marry him, Laura becomes a whirlwind bride. Since one of Alex’s conditions is they have a real marriage, she risks her heart by falling in love with the enigmatic billionaire.But will she ever discover the real reason Alex proposed? Could he ever fall in love with a curvy girl like her? 
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EXCERPT “The bed’s comfortable.” A sexy grin rumpled the corners of his mouth. “I come here whenever I can get away from the city.”Alone? Laura wanted to ask, but didn't, in case she didn't like the answer. A sudden thought occurred to her. What if … what if their definitions of marriage differed?“Alex.” She licked suddenly dry lips, barely aware that he’d caught the small movement and turned all his attention on her. “When … when you said a real marriage …” she paused. This was so awkward. Why on earth hadn't she thought of this before she’d married him?“I meant a real marriage.” He pulled her towards him, until there was barely an inch of space separating their bodies.Finding it hard to think, let alone breathe, Laura tried again. “Yes, but what about … other people?”He scowled. “There won’t be any one else in our marriage, Laura,” he said firmly. “Just you and me.”Relief flooded through her. “Okay,” she whispered, allowing herself to relax in his embrace.The next instant, he tightened his arms around her. “I hope we’re clear on this point,” he growled.“Very,” she managed to utter, before he kissed her.His lips claimed hers, his tongue demanding immediate entry. Surrendering with a small sigh, Laura curled her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. 

AUTHOR BIO Jenn Roseton believes that romance and happy endings go together. When she’s not writing, she indulges in delicious gourmet chocolate.Although she’s spent time in Wyoming, unfortunately she didn't meet a sexy cowboy of her own.
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There's only one person I want to see when I return home. But I know he won't be waiting. It's the reason I feel safe enough to come back.

I'm so wrong.


Ash isn't the same quiet boy from next door. He's tall, dark, and demanding answers. He wants me, but he doesn't trust me. Who can blame him? When his own family tried to break him down, he still sheltered me in this town full of liars. And I repaid it by leaving him without a word.


But I'll do anything to protect him. I have the scars on my wrist to prove it.


NOT a standalone novel. There are always two sides to every tale, and this is Katie's story.


Contains strong language, sexual situations, and mature themes. This novel is not intended for readers under the age of 17.



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A breeze rose up and my hair fluttered into my face, covering my eyes. I brushed the strands away while Ash reached toward me to do the very same thing. He quickly lowered his arm to his side. My whole body pulsed in disappointment, and it struck me how this was a split-second snapshot of our story.

I attempted to walk away, but he braced his other arm on the wall, blocking me from leaving. I forced myself to look at him. Really look at him, and let him look at me. I owed him that much. His gaze stayed on my eyes, daring me to hold the connection.


To my surprise, his face had changed. Ash was always handsome, but his face had taken an edge, losing some of the softness of youth. Only his eyes were the same, starbursts of green and gold framed in thick dark lashes. But the shape of his jaw was stronger. His cheekbones sharper.


I bit the inside of my lip. His nose wasn’t blade straight anymore. There was a slight tilt and bump, as if it had been broken. And a small pink scar over one of his eyebrows. Possessiveness overtook my thoughts. I wanted to know what happened, who hurt him and where I could find them so I could tear them apart myself. I gave myself a mental shake. He wasn’t mine to be possessive about. Or maybe I meant obsessive.


“We need to talk,” he demanded. “You made me think you left for Michigan when you took off.”


“You know how I am.” I tilted my head to hide the fact I was lying to his face again. “I just decided at the last minute, and didn’t think.”


“Bullshit.” He leaned in closer. The air thickened as his breath tickled my cheek.“ Changed your phone number and deleted your email accounts at the last minute, too?”



When I’m not plotting elaborate schemes in my head, I’m having a fabulous time with my own real life story. That’s what happens when you have three awesome kids, two fluffy (useless) cats, and one very patient husband. Currently, we live in the mountains of West Virginia. 

I can cook like a fiend but prefer to eat doughnuts with sprinkles for breakfast. Sprinkles make everything taste better. An avid reader of all genres, I shamelessly admit romance will always be my favorite. And while I enjoy the safe and familiar, I’m always up for an adventure.
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Life can change in the blink of an eye.  No one knows that better than Lily Pritchard…
Witnessing your father’s murder is every 15 year old girl’s worst nightmare; for Lily Pritchard it was her reality.  Tormented by nightmares, twisted with guilt, Lily can’t let anyone close enough to care for her…until her world is rocked on its axis by a tall dark stranger.
Brandon Redgrave is intelligent, gorgeous, and wealthy; but he learned the hard way not to expect loyalty or love from those around you.  Haunted by his demons, Brandon is determined not to make the same mistake again.
A chance encounter; two broken souls; explosive consequences.

Will Brandon and Lily be able to heal each other’s wounds, or will their pasts spill into the present, extinguishing any chance of a future together…




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As usual, I am so caught up in my own head that I’m not really paying attention to my surroundings.  I am so oblivious, I don’t even know what hits me. I find myself falling to the ground, my books and bag in the air, my coffee colliding with and slowly sinking into the grass.  My only thought is that I am about to smack my head of the ground and do myself some major damage, which I am not looking forward to.  I only realize when the pain doesn’t come, that I am being held just shy of the ground by a very strong, warm, and hard, pair of arms.




Eva Simone is a stay at home mother of two, wife to a wonderful hubby, and certified book addict!  She studied English at university, gaining an honours degree in literature and linguistics. 
After straying so far from her education Eva was sucked back in to the world of reading by the illustrious FSOG.  Two years later, and at least 200 books later, with a story on the back burner she decided it was time to put her education to good use and write her first novel.
Eva is hoping that everyone will enjoy reading Brandon and Lily’s journey as much as she has enjoyed writing it.  There are currently plans for two further books in this series.

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