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#TeaserTuesday #AuthorToAuthor: Sunnyside Up by Lori King

A special early peek at what Lori King has been working on!Sunnyside Up releases on January 26, but you can download the first book in the Crawley Creek Series, Beginnings, right now for FREE on all e-retailers.***************************************Sunnyside UpCrawley Creek 3.5Coming January 26One problem after another forced Lacy and Drannon into a humorous wedding in Las Vegas. While they were saying "I Do", their ranch in North Dakota was inundated by flood waters. Now that they are back home at Crawley Creek, Drannon wants to give Lacy the reception she dreamed of. However, good intentions never go unpunished as their happy day is beset by issues. All the residents of Crawley Creek are praying things turn sunny side up in time for the wedding of the decade.  
~EXCERPT~The sensation that she was being watched prickled over her skin and she lifted her eyes to find her husband staring at her hungrily from the doorway. “Hey baby, what’s the serious look for?” He asked gruffly, making her belly quiver just by licking his lips.“Uh, nothing too important. Did you finish up everything you needed to?” Her voice came out breathy and husky with the desire rolling through her veins.He nodded, and moved further into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. “Lolly looks good, and the hands have everything under control for the next couple of days.”“That’s good. When should we expect Lolly’s new baby?” she asked, rising from her chair in anticipation. She couldn’t care less about the pregnant mare right now, but this was part of the game of seduction between them. She enjoyed the pursuit. The feeling of his need for her when he pushed her into an intimate situation in an inappropriate place.“Six more weeks.” His response barely registered as he reached for her and slid his hands up to release her long red hair from its braid, weaving his fingers through the long locks to separate them before fisting his hands in them and pulling her head back to kiss her deeply.She loved the way he took the kiss from her, not asking, not teasing, just taking what he needed and giving her back what she wanted. It set off explosions in her brain and her core heated quickly. Rubbing against him like a cat, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from his belt, and pushing her hands underneath to reach his bare chest. Years of hard ranch work had etched muscles like granite into his body, and she paid homage to each one with a caress or squeeze. At the same time he ran his own hands from her scalp to her ass, stealing squeezes and strokes of his own.Parting with a gasp for air, she moaned when he nipped her earlobe. “We have to leave in an hour,” she murmured.“I only need half that,” he growled against her ear, spinning her and pinning her to the top of the desk, her laptop closing with a sharp click.
About Lori King Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic.She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart. With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her. Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com, or look her up on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LoriKingBooks or Twitter: https://twitter.com/LoriKingBooks.

FREEBIE BLITZ: It's a Marshmallow World by Diane Rinella

It's A Marshmallow World On By Diane Rinella

Genre: Holiday Contemporary RomanceOne Christmas, Darla was given a mystical gift, along with an ominous message. Years later, meeting Chris puts her head in a spin. Could it be that gift from long ago holds the key to their happiness? -- It's A Marshamallow World is the standalone prequel to Scary Modsters ... and Creepy Freaks.


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RELEASE TOUR {Review}: It Started In Texas by M.B. Feeney

Leaving the familiar comfort of her UK home for a weekend in Texas is one of the craziest things Charlotte Evans has ever done. Celebrating her birthday with friends is the highlight of her year until she bumps into her favorite rock star, literally.Gage Weston is used to having women fall over themselves at his feet … A rock star, an actor, he’s got his fair share of female attention, but what is it about the Brit that grabs his attention from the moment they meet?Communication issues and crossed wires plague them as they try to work out what is going on with them across thousands of miles. Crazy friends and distance issues aside; can a relationship work, or is it a simple case of ‘a girl in every town’?



MY REVIEW 

In my humble opinion, this is Feeney's best work yet. It's nice to see her tackle a full length novel at last, and she doesn't even come close to disappointing with Texas. Realistic, down to earth, and full of all the feels, It Started in Texas won't leave you disappointed. Grab your copy as soon as it's available in December so you can fall in love with Gage, Charlotte, and all the rest!

"Sounds awesome. I better let you get back to your friends. Mine will come hunting soon if I don't hurry back; it’s my turn to buy the drinks." He held out his hand again. "I'm Gage." I almost burst out laughing as I shook his hand, trying to ignore the warm feeling spreading up my arm."Charlotte, it’s nice to meet you.""You too. Sorry I knocked you on your ass, I hope it doesn't bruise." Oh my God, he actually fucking winked at me. Dare I?"Maybe I'll get you to check it later." Over his shoulder, I could see some of the girls goggling at me trying to listen to what was being said. "The troops have come to rescue me. I gotta go." With more than a hint of regret, I withdrew my hand from his once again."Yeah, see ya." He looked over his shoulder at everyone watching us before disappearing into the gents. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the Spanish Inquisition. Walking towards the girls, a huge grin on my face. As soon as I was within grabbing distance, they did just that and frogmarched me back to our table.I was in the middle of my non-story when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was assaulted by those eyes once more as they looked directly into my own."You dropped your cell phone." Sure enough, in his hand was my mobile. I internally groaned as I remembered the wallpaper was a picture of him from a recent magazine interview that had been posted online."Thanks. I didn't even miss it." Our fingers touched with a sizzle, or so I thought. It could have been the booze."No worries Darlin'. How's the ass?" I saw mouths drop open around me at the blunt and flirtatious question."Its fine thanks. I'll keep my eye on it." My words made him grin again. I could get used to seeing that smile up close some more."Nice job if you can get it." He flashed us all another wide smile and then sauntered back to his band mates.


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M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. Currently at university studying for her BA (Hons) in primary teaching, she procrastinates on her assignments by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open. She is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition. Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, was released in November 2013 and her short novel, The One That Got Away was released February 2015. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.  Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if...”             magicofbookspromo@gmail.com

RELEASE TOUR: Unchained Love by Savannah Hill

There is a hunger that blood alone cannot satisfy…Growing up in a world of privilege, Royal Gabriel never questioned the source of her father’s great wealth or his cruel enslavement of the human-like beings known as “bloodlings.” Now grown to exquisite womanhood, she can no longer ignore Charles Gabriel’s wickedness, especially after encountering his latest captive—the alpha bloodling pack leader he calls “X”—chained in the basement of the family estate. Royal is captivated by the sensuous power of this creature who is expected to battle to the death against others of his race in her father’s underground fighting arena. But only after she sets him free—after surrendering to his poisonous bite and raw passion—does she learn the alpha’s true history, and her bloodthirsty lover’s real name: Maddox.With bloodling venom coursing through her veins, Royal feels herself growing, changing, awakening as never before beneath the alpha’s tender touch. Now only Maddox can save her. But the inescapable demands of a breathtaking, forbidden love and the fire Maddox has ignited within her are leading Royal down a dangerous path, branding her a traitor and hunted enemy of her own vengeful bloodline.



A strange, distant noise echoed in the chasm of darkness in front of her. The wine cellar stretched on into endless shadows, and she got the eerie sense she wasn’t alone. Royal snatched another bottle of wine before rushing to the staircase. A low, doleful…was it a growl? Some kind of animalistic grumble carried from the black abyss. He sounded as if he was in pain. Was it coming from a “him” or a wounded animal? Curiosity drove her toward it. She took a deep swallow of wine, then set both bottles on the bar before wandering into the dark. Royal brushed her long brown hair behind her shoulders and grasped her arms to ward off the chills. She followed the sound through the cold, damp cellar. As she turned a corner, a sliver of light shone in a distant room. The growling grew more distinct as she drew closer. The space was lit by a tiny window just below the ceiling. The falling snow outside cast a white glow on the dismal scene. A man, no…he must have been a bloodling, stood in the center of the room, his muscular arms stretched upward, shackled to an iron chain that hung from a wooden beam along the ceiling. A dark shadow of hair covered his shaved head. Stripped naked, his well-built body had taken quite a beating, covered almost completely with bruises and scrapes. An intricate black tattoo stretched over his right chest muscle and shoulder, streaked with blood. His head hung forward, shielding his face. Britton sat on his heels on the floor, his face against the restrained bloodling’s groin, lapping at his exposed genitals with loud, slurping strokes. The bloodling growled a deep, miserable sound. Britton moaned, baring his teeth and gnawing lightly on the poor creature’s testicles. “Stop!” Royal found her voice, surprised at the authority dripping from her own tone.Startled, Britton scurried toward her, moving to kiss her satin high heels in apology. “No…” She took a step backward, uneasy and nauseous. “Thank you. Go, um.” Her brief venture into dominance had passed, and she attempted to regain control. “Fetch, fetch the wine for my father.” With a strange gleam in his dark brown eyes, Britton stared at her as he crawled out of the room. The chained bloodling hadn’t moved, his head still hung over his chest, his long lashes lowered. Against her better judgment, Royal slowly walked toward him. The swish of her silk skirt and hollow click of her heels broke the silence in the room. This must be X, the alpha pack leader Sebastian shot in the shoulder and captured. His dismal growls during Britton’s sexual assault pulled at her heart. He stood naked, broken, and vulnerable, not dangerous.His heavy dick drew her gaze, larger than any she’d ever witnessed, and she imagined what it would look like erect. A vibrating growl escaped his throat, and she stopped in her tracks, inches away from him. She didn’t have a plan, only a deep urge to see his face Tilting her head low, her gaze drifted up his beaten body to his tormented expression. His attractive features stunned her for a moment. X lifted his lashes, his blue-green eyes piercing through her. “Closer.” His voice was a gravelly murmur. Her heart thumped faster. Sensations stirred in her lower belly as she moved toward him. She tried to quiet her rapid breath. His sensuous lips would be so easy to kiss, but she held herself steady. “You’re going to torture me?” X twisted his face toward her, grazing his teeth along her neck. “No.” She shivered at the sharp fangs, lightly dragging across her skin. “Royal! Get away from him!” Gwen’s scream sounded distant as the bloodling sank his teeth into Royal’s shoulder. She gasped at the sudden stabbing pain. She tasted like a fantasy. He sucked on her silky skin, drawing power. His venom snaked into her bloodstream.Her tiny hand clasped onto his side. “Please… No.” He wanted to hear more of her begging. She grew weak, leaning into his body, and X felt it in his groin. Her silk dress brushed against his thickening cock, and a sensual growl rumbled in his throat. His jagged teeth retracted, and he drew back from her, baffled by his own body’s response to her. This girl was his captor, the enemy. She and her family used his kind as pets.Royal held her hand over the bleeding wound on her shoulder and stumbled backward. Amber-colored eyes stared at him as if he’d betrayed her somehow. Long waves of shiny brown hair fell around her shoulders, and X was gripped with the ludicrous urge to run his fingers through the thick layers.




Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?Maddox: I’m not answering that.Royal: You mean what do I like? On a man? Uh, boxer-briefs. Or commando sounds nice too.Are you a wine or coffee kind of person?Maddox: I like Jack Daniels.Royal: Depends on the occasion, I don’t drink very often. I do love coffee. What is your perfect type when it comes to dating?Maddox: I don’t really “date”. I own a bar, and my pack brothers take up a lot of my time, too. Not a lot of time for females. Royal: Hmm… I’m not very picky. Handsome. Loyal. Smart… the usual things, I guess. Free and single or happily settled down?Maddox: Single.Royal: I’d like to settle down someday, I think. I mean, if I found the right guy, yeah definitely. Favorite movie?Maddox: The Godfather.Royal: I travel a lot, so I don’t get to watch movies very often. The last one I saw was Avatar. I really liked it.What would people be surprised to find out about you?Maddox: I’m a pretty open book. I don’t keep secrets. Royal: I’ve never introduced one friend to any of my family members. My family is a little… violent. Especially my father. I usually only see them on holidays. What is your dream vacation destination? Maddox: My pack and I go hunting and camping in the mountains around my hometown. I like being in the woods. Royal: Some of my favorite places are Rome and Barcelona. But I’ve been traveling for a few years now and I’d like to settle down and make a home somewhere.

I LOVE Christmas. I was so excited to write a holiday-themed story, although Unchained Love does get a little dark for such a sparkly holiday… It's a rather violent erotic romance. My favorite kind. :)Bloodlings are featured prominently in book three of my Hawthorne Witches series. The characters from Unchained Love may or may not make an appearance in that book. I listened to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac on repeat while I wrote most of the book. I usually change up my music choices, but this was such a short little book. The second book in the Bound in Bloodlust series, Broken Slave, will be about Britton, the slave bloodling house-pet, after he’s been freed. But after talking to the readers, I’ve decided to continue Royal and Maddox’s story and write Unchained Love Part Two next.I plan to write books for all of Maddox’s pack brothers, but so far I just have one in mind, book three, Taste of the Enemy. Royal’s sister, Gwen starts to turn from her wicked ways and falls for a bloodling herself after using his kind as pets her whole life.
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Savannah Hill is an erotic romance novelist diligently working to create a world that readers can truly experience and enjoy along with her. Captivated by romance at a very young age, she began writing love stories in grade school, always imagining new scenarios and characters. Addicted to her passion, her first novel, Paramour for the Devil, is the story that invaded her dreams until the final chapter was written. She is currently writing the sequel to Paramour, Seducing the Devil.She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her man, the love of her life, and spends her days chasing their toddler boy who loves to giggle.                MoB Promosmagicofbookspromo@gmail.com

#IABBAddicts GUEST AUTHOR: A.M. Liebowitz

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About the Book Author: A. M. Leibowitz
Title: Passing on Faith
Pages: 276
Genre: General Fiction, LGBT
Date published: November 1, 2015
Synopsis:
Following his father’s death, Micah Forbes believes he can finally put the family who rejected him and their religious bigotry behind him. In a cruel twist, his older brother calls to tell him he’s inherited their father’s abandoned vacation home.
Micah discovers the house comes complete with a long list of repairs, boxes full of family secrets, and a handful of quirky neighbors. Despite not wanting to get in too deep, he can’t help the spark of interest stirred when the sexy redhead next door offers his help. Everything about the enigmatic Cat Rowland throws Micah off-balance, from his gender-bending sense of fashion to his handy repair skills to his deep spirituality. Before long, Micah is swept up by Cat and his friends, but Cat himself keeps his heart carefully protected.
When Micah’s past and his present collide in a painful way, his self-destructive coping habits threaten to overwhelm him. To save himself, he needs to open his soul and let someone in. Cat has the key to unlock him, if he can let down his guard and trust his faith enough to catch Micah as he falls.AMAZON // GOODREADS
Excerpt

Micah stared up at the old house. It was nicer than he’d remembered, at least on the outside—other than the overgrown lawn and garden. He wondered if there was a lawn mower in the shed. Then he wondered if there was a shed. Just one more thing to worry about. At least he had the entire summer to figure out what he did and didn’t have available to him. 

His mind ran through all the possible scenarios of what could go wrong during his tenure there, from the house falling down around him to his friends having a crisis while he was unavailable. He tried not to imagine that the students renting his own home had merely been putting up a front and were actually throwing a wild party even as Micah stood on the front porch of the lake house. None of that would do; they were his way of finding excuses not to stay in Concordia. 

While he was thinking about all of that, a voice behind him said, “Hey, there.” 

Micah nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around slowly and came face-to-face with a gingery-blond young man. He was average height, perhaps an inch or two shorter than Micah, and had a wiry build. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale skin, and he had a row of small hoops down one ear. In the other ear, he wore a dangling earring that looked like some kind of leaf. He had on a trendy pair of black knee-length pants and a fitted white t-shirt with a rock band logo Micah didn’t recognize. His gray-green eyes were wide and held a spark of mischief, and his mouth curled upward in a charming smirk.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A. M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. Ze keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, Ze blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, books, and her family.

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PROMO TOUR: An Impossible Rescue by Annamaria Bazzi

Christmas is no joy for Julia whose husband, a high-risk investor, comes around only to ask for money. When a handsome stranger and his cute Pomeranian puppy move in next-door, Julia feels guilty for their mutual attraction. Michael's not the rescuing type, but when he spies Julia's husband haranguing her for holiday cash, anger flares and he is determined to rescue Julia from another miserable Christmas.


Why hasn’t he signed the divorce papers? Money, that’s why. The no good lowlife always wants money from me.Just three months after the wedding, she’d realized he’d married her for her wealth. Thank God her father was still alive and owned the business her mother had created and turned into a multimillion-dollar company. Dad had supported Mother and had taken care of all the accounting for the business.Rising, Julia sauntered to the kitchen. She glanced around the open architecture, which had made her fall in love with the house to begin with. Dad always wanted to see her happy, so he’d bought her the five thousand square foot home as a wedding present, with just one catch—the house would remain in his name.“Why would you do such a thing?” Her voice rose.“Calm down. You’re a woman in love and don’t see what I see. One day, you’ll thank me.”Those words kept coming back, and she praised God for her father’s wisdom. Every time Damien ran dry, he came back and asked her for money then disappeared for weeks at a time, sometimes months. Another conversation came to the forefront, and she leaned on the island, playing it through her mind.“Why are you doing this? We love each other.”“Your business is not profitable yet, but one day it will be,” her dad said. “You’re too much like your mother, God rest her soul, and your business will bring in millions. I don’t want him to walk away with the sweat of your brow.”She waved the papers she held at him. “This is a prenuptial agreement, are you serious?”“I’m dead serious. Mark my words, the day will come when you’ll thank me.”Julia sighed. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Mom, you married a wise man. Not like me, who married a complete jerk.”She opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of white wine she’d opened a few nights ago, pouring some in a Waterford wineglass. After corking the bottle and placing it back in the fridge, she curled up on the sofa. Staring into the shadows of evening, she beat herself for having been so blind with respect to Damien. “Love is blind” turned out to be so true. Damn! Could I have been more stupid?Disgusted with herself to the point she couldn’t enjoy the book, she placed the paperback back on the bookshelf and went up to the master suite to enjoy a hot bath. Julia lit all the aromatic candles and filled the tub. While the water poured into it, she ran downstairs to pick up the wineglass she’d forgotten in the gathering room.Almost asleep in the jetted tub and with steam filling the large room, it took a while before she heard her cell buzzing. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? She tightened her lips,and scrunched her brow. She stood and wrapped her body in a plush white towel. This was supposed to be her time to relax. Anger and anxiety rushed through her.“Hello?” she said with a bit more force than she wanted.“Hey, babe, I’ll be home for Christmas.”“Damien, where are you?”“I’m in the middle of an investment deal in Qatar.”Had she heard right? “Where?”“Qatar, baby. You know, the Middle East.”Not in the mood to hear about his new gamble in whatever kind of  business venture he’d embroiled himself in, she hung up and shut off her iPhone, returning to the tub of lukewarm water. Letting some of it out, she refilled the tub with steaming water then sank down to her chin and closed her eyes. If anyone needed her, they could just show up at the house.When her bath cooled again, she slipped into her robe, tied it at her waist, and stretched out on the bed.Cold crept into her bones, and she shivered. Darkness surrounded her. How long had she slept? Sitting up, she grabbed her cell phone and turned it back on. Goodness, it was 8:15 p.m.Pangs of hunger burned her stomach, but she didn’t feel like cooking at such a late hour. She dialed for delivery.“Hello, I’d like to order veal Parmesan….”With the order on the way, she slipped into silky pajamas, French braided her milk-chocolate brown hair, and went downstairs to wait for the food to arrive.The gourmet kitchen surrounding her had been a joy to create with the help of Marcello DiStoia, a wonderful designer of kitchens and baths. A place where she’d dreamed of cooking with her newlywed husband. He did help for the first few months of marriage, but then all his failed ventures took him to different corners of the earth as he looked to gamble in varied “business opportunities” as he called them. Apparently, now he was in Qatar, of all places. She rolled her eyes and closed her hands in tight fists. A few deep breaths and she let it all go, reminding herself Damien was not worth a single thought.A sigh of relief escaped her when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the food.“Thank you.” She took the package from the older man, giving him a twenty-dollar tip.“Have a good evening.”Before closing the door, she stuck her head out to admire a few flurries. Only the beginning of October, it seemed too early for snow. In Virginia, it almost never snowed until after Christmas. Back at the counter, she laid out one place setting and sat on one of the high chairs. As she shoved the first bite in her mouth, the cell rang. Huffing, she reached for it to see who called.“Hello, Dad. What’s up?”“You were supposed to call to let me know if you want to go out Saturday night to grab some dinner and a movie with your old dad.”“Oh my God!” She raised her hand to her chest. “So sorry, I forgot all about calling. Yes, I want to go out with you on Saturday. What movie did you want to see?”“I thought we could just see whatever is playing at the Bird Theater, since you enjoy eating at Can Can.”“Sounds perfect! I love going to Can Can.”“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.” The higher pitch in his voice let her know how happy and excited he felt about the date.The phone disconnected.Ever since a little girl, she’d loved her special moments alone with her father. He’d involved himself raising his only child and sharing the duties of a soccer mom. Julia had loved that about her father, and she’d grown close to him, developing a unique and open relationship.After clearing the counter and throwing the boxes away, Julia went back to her room to brush her teeth and slip between the covers. Exhaustion took over, and when she rested her head on the pillow she fell asleep. Amazon US ~ Goodreads
An Impossible Rescue can be found as part of the Christmas Pets & Kisses


Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the States, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

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#EdgeOfMadness COMING MARCH 2016

Want to shake off the toothache causing sweetness of the Holidays and Valentine's Day by diving into an anthology of the macabre, disturbed, and the twisted?On March 1, 2016 Paper Gold Publishing and 15 authors will bring you to THE EDGE OF MADNESS, but you can PRE-ORDER TODAY to ensure your Kindle gets a dose of crazy as soon as the collection goes live!


The stories you'll be getting:
CAPTIVE (BOOK 1 OF A NEW LIFE SERIES) — Samantha Jacobey TROPICAL NIGHTMARES — Kelly Cozzone NORTH BY NORTHEAST — Cherime MacFarlane MY DAYLIGHT MONSTERS — Sarah Dalton DUPLICITOUS — Stephanie Nett DIRTY BUSINESS — Julie Elizabeth Powell NO CALLER ID — Ruby West A CRYSTAL SNOWFLAKE — Holly Barbo BLOOD IS POWER — Ella Medler LOST SHADOWS — Julie Elizabeth Powell SPLIT — Michele E. Gwynn SLOTS — R.E. Hargrave BLOOD CROW — Cleve Sylcox SECRETS ROOM — Kim Faulks 13 — Julie Elizabeth Powell
An EXCERPT from SLOTS by R.E. Hargrave
The bars of Las Vegas have always been my favorite hunting ground. With their hustle and bustle, their crowds of self-absorbed patrons who are hell bent on winning big while being negligent of their surroundings, they’re perfect. I could be nobody, or everybody, nondescript as I was in my dark bland apparel. My true colors showed beneath, though—to anyone who had the fortitude to open their eyes, and look. 
On this particular night I found myself sitting in one of the numerous casinos, sipping my club soda while the lights flashed and the noise levels rose in direct proportion to the diminishing sobriety levels. My face was relaxed, cheeks dusted in a five o’clock shadow, and dark locks unkempt so blending into my surroundings was effortless. I was just your average guy, good-looking enough not to repel, but not one of those drop-dead gorgeous types who turned heads or made jaws drop. The people around me couldn’t know I was wearing my favorite SpongeBob boxers; I doubt they would’ve cared if they had. This was Vegas after all. For me, there was something arousing about having the childish fabric hugging my junk. All black on the surface—black tee, black jeans, black cowboy boots—the shock of color below was a testament to how much fun I could be. 
I smiled.

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#TeaserTuesday #AuthorToAuthor: Exquisite Christmas by Jennifer Garcia & Others

    When romance writers give love stories to the world, we do more than entertain – we share our hope for something better. These imaginative moments of happy-ever-after warm the soul and ripple outward. The world needs more love, and every bit helps. We hope you enjoy this collection of heartwarming seasonal tales and delicious recipes by twenty-one Bestselling, Award-winning, and Multi-Published Authors from the international Exquisite Quills community: Victoria Adams, Rose Anderson, E. Ayers, Beverley Bateman, Lily Bishop, Barb Caffrey, Helena Fairfax, J.D. Faver, Jennifer Garcia, Romy Gemmell, Vonnie Hughs, Susan Jaymes, Gemma Juliana, Jean Lamb, Lyndi Lamont, Zanna Mackenzie, Janis Susan May, Dee Ann Palmer, Jane Leopold Quinn, Kaye Spencer, and M. S. Spencer. Happy Holidays! 



 

 
 Every night, as my daddy taught me, I kneeled by my bed and said my prayers. But tonight, I wanted ask for something. “Now I lay me down to sleep … I pray the Lord my soul to take. Oh, please bring me a mommy. Amen” “Come on, Frankie. It’s time to go to the park,” my dad yelled from downstairs. “I’m coming, Dad.” Wearing my play clothes, a long purple shirt and black leggings, I slid my feet into my shoes and ran down the stairs. I loved the noise it made, like a herd of elephants, as my dad would say, but I always pictured horses. One last bang rang out, as I jumped off the last step and landed on my two feet. I turned the corner to see my dad at the door with our two Cane Corso dogs, Dante and Beatrice. Dad named them after some epic poem, whatever that was. Our dogs were special, though. They were blue, well, they looked grey to me, and their hair was short and thick. I loved running my fingers through it, trying to make it stick up. They came from Italy, some sort of mastiff. I didn’t know, really, all I knew was they were big, real big and strong. But we trained them so well that they listened to all of their commands. Dad always let me hold Dante, and I held the leash loosely in my hand, while he healed on my left. He’d stay there, following my every move until I gave him the “free dog” command. Our walk to the park was quick and when we got there I could tell the grass had been just cut. The strong smell hit my nose. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. “Alright, you all go play, and I’ll be right here on my bench, okay?” “Yes, Daddy.” I unclicked their leashes and wrapped them around my waist, like belts, and threw the ball for the dogs.
  
Jennifer Garcia's love of travel began when she went to the West Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. Her lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is older, and life never seems to settle, she's finding her way. Believing she can do it all, with the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day. Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts. 


 

    

PROMO TOUR: Hello Dahling! by Kim Young

A hilarious look at today's dating world seen through the eyes of this single, sassy woman and her BFFs. When mature divorced women get together at Happy Hour, the topic usually falls into one of three categories men, dating and/or sex. This dating satire features stories, illustrations, quotes, snarky editorial comments and short essays. By the end of this book, and at least one bottle of wine, you will have laughed, learned something and most importantly realized that you have to love yourself - because that, my friends is the secret ingredient in this complicated world of dating, sex and relationships in which we live.
"Maybe we should go back to 'In the Beginning' but I promise no sermonizing. Sam tells me, 'It's all about the brain. Men have different values, priorities and stimulations.' Yeah right, thank goodness we only share a rib. You're probably thinking with the wrong heard, Sam. Being a homemaker didn't stimulate my brain and I was terrible at meal planning... I wasn't too good with a budget either ."
AMAZON ~ GOODREADS


HELLO DAHLING! IT'S NOT A BOOTY CALL
BOOK 2
Original Release Date: October 16, 2015
A delightfully funny read with a touch of sarcasm about dating, relationships and sex in the 21st Century.
"I'm ready! I'm ready to do it right. I'm ready to try a real relationship. No more feeling unworthy of love; settling for a guy I know is not emotionally available. I've made the decision. I checked the stars. I told God, 'Show me, I'm ready.' But this weekend the joke was on me - my heart is saying yes, but my head is saying no, no, no.
AMAZON ~ GOODREADS

Kim Young has a B.A. in Journalism from Texas Tech. She is the author of four books, she writes for various publications, is the Executive Editor for NHOME Texas Magazine and is a Realtor (broker/manager) for a large brokerage firm in San Antonio, Texas. She has four children who cringe when they find themselves the subject in one of her dating books.             
MoB Promosmagicofbookspromo@gmail.com

PROMO TOUR w/ INTERVIEW: The Power of Numerology As Explained By Stefanina

Simply defined, Numerology is using the birth date and complete name of an individual to unlock the art and control of their lives... and things unknown, such as characteristics and life events. Its roots date back thousands of years, and are found in most cultures throughout history. Unfortunately, many people dismiss it as a pseudo-science, even though it has been taught and studied by some of the most respected mathematicians throughout time. Stefanina wrote “The Power of Numerology: A Guidebook to Discover the Unknown You” because it is most likely the least understood of the metaphysical sciences. With a passion born of revival, she wants the world to embrace its resurgence in popularity – and tap into its power. Whether it is a science, an art, or simply a discipline where letters and numbers are converted and become essentially one and the same... the author brings it to life for people who want to understand and recognize concepts such as Life Paths and Master Numbers, and the manifestation of human potential – with a new perspective. She calls it a 101, a primer, if you will, to bring the first flush of understanding into the fascinating and empowering world of Numerology.


Tell the readers a little about you. I am a mom, a business women, a 16 year breast cancer survivor, an intuitive numerologist and a spiritualist.

What inspired you to get into Numerology? I was directed by divinity to search for answers on why if there is 1 God there are so many religions, I went to every church to learn and I was lead to the metaphysical world and spirituality.

What is Numerology? Numerology is the science of numbers. Numbers as everything in our world is energy and that energy has a meaning and the meaning of numbers reveals who you are. Pythagoras a Greek Mathematician/holy man said it was through divine intervention that he received the information to reveal the meanings of the numbers.

Is there anything you found particularly challenging when writing this book? My editor and publisher. My content and all I have learned was easy to put on paper. I didn’t understand the process and I didn’t like the details of putting the book together.

What kind of answers can Numerology give me? Who you are. Your hearts desire, your personality, you attitude, you character, your talents, your weakness and what cycle you are in, in the current year so you know if its time to move forward, or reorganize, rest, and be patient.

Is Numerology based solely on my date of birth? No your birth name as well as your current name.

Can Numerology determine romantic compatibility? Absolutely I advise all my clients to get a compatibility reading before committing to the relationship. Fore warned is fore armed. If there are challenges numerology has remedies.

How important is numerology in your life? Can you give us an example of numerology from your day to day living? If the day is in a down cycle and you try to force an issue it will not manifest in the manner you intended. By the same token if you are in an up cycle and you lay back and don’t pay attention to the opportunities before you, you can kinda say you missed the boat.

What should people keep in mind once they start to explore numerology? The information will reveal the unknown you, it can validate what you already know or it can totally surprise you.

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. My God. Every time I tried to put my numerology in the background of my life, things for me would fall apart. This is my gift. I must honor it and share with those who are ready to hear. This is the gift God left us when we lose our way, when we are at a crossroads, or something is nudging us and we just can’t figure it out. Numerology will reveal the answers.

What projects are you working on at the present? Speaking engagements, women retreats, metaphysical events, getting on TV.


AMAZON (KINDLE) ~ AMAZON (PAPERBACK) ~ GOODREADS

I grew up knowing I was unique… I began investigating religions, belief systems, and people’s habits about God.I went to every church in sight to satisfy my continual wondering, “If there is one God, why are there so many churches that teach different things? How do you know which is the right one?Once I received my answer, I knew the way to God was through spirit centered thinking, feeling and action-not man made religion. I was blessed, as Spirit put before me metaphysical books I studied, and then shared the wisdom in my business at the time, and later with my clients – just for entertainment. The messages were well received and before I knew it my clients were coming to me and asking questions to help them make decisions in their own lives. Mostly decisions about timing… and numerology is all about timing!Something that began with my own curiosity became my passion to teach and share with others. I paid attention to my own numbers and found the direction in my life, which is leading me to a destination… my heart’s desire; my purpose in this life.

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