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The Halleluiah Baby by Kathleen Martin BLOG TOUR

Summary:
Treez McDuffy is a single woman who’s recently retired from a  forty-year-long-lifeless job. She’s now faced with facing herself.  The wounds from her childhood  re-open, having never really healed. They’re responsible for her unwillingness and inability to have formed any type of meaningful relationship. She is alone without any sense of purpose or belonging and consoles herself with endless cigarettes, liter-boxes of Merlot and micro-waved frozen dinners.   
Something happens that ignites a transformation.  One morning she hears the sound of Canada geese flying over her apartment on their way home. They’re calling her to join them. She rushes out onto her balcony and is overwhelmed by the momentous display of this huge flock of geese flying overhead.   It stirs something inside her which has lain dormant for years – hope to change her life. But to change, she has to change everything.   
She terminates the lease on her the rent-controlled apartment she’s had for thirty years, cashes in her retirement savings, buys a new car, adopts a dog, aptly named, Guido, from the local pound and sets out to travel the Trans Canada Highway on a tentatively planned journey to the Badlands of South Dakota.
On day of her departure, she suffers an extreme anxiety attack after travelling only a few blocks from her old apartment. Somehow the realization of what she’s done has remained safe in her imagination but now it’s reality. She fears she’s made a very reckless and foolish decision but it’s too late to turn back. 
What starts off as a trip to the Badlands veers dramatically off course as she encounters people and events, both natural and supernatural that steer her in a whole new direction.She is challenged in ways she has never experienced before. She is on an odyssey of rebirth and self-discovery.

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My Review:
The Halleluiah Baby by Kathleen MartinRating: 3
I’m not sure how to approach this review, so please pardon me if I get to rambling. By no means was this a bad, or even ‘just average’ book. It is well-written, and without a doubt takes the reader on quite the ride. Told from the main character’s point of view, Treez, The Halleluiah Baby opens while she wistfully observes a flock of migrating geese — and she decides to follow their lead. What comes after is Treez’s story; from her selling off everything and eliminating all physical ties so that she can set out on a journey to the Bad Lands of South Dakota, to a recap of her entire life up to this moment of life-changing decision. The only thing she keeps are her car and her dog Guido.
We learn of her troubled childhood, where her self-image was squashed by her environment. We meet that special teacher who turns it all around with the simple words of “You are special.” Up, down, good and bad, we get little snippets of Treez’s life while she travels a lonely stretch of highway. Along the way we meet a plethora of interesting characters; all of them affecting Treez’s outlook and decisions in some way or another.
Hysterical pregnancies to bedside deaths, The Halleluiah Baby took me, in my opinion, on a bird’s-eye-view trip into the depths of depression and mental uncertainty. The fact that Martin was able to ensnare me so deeply in a pit of wallow and grief is a testament to her ability. 
In closing, I want to add that this would translate into a movie brilliantly. I can even see some of the heaviness of it being lifted with a bit of good comedic timing with facial expressions and delivery of lines. So, while the story itself was not for me on a personal level, I can’t discredit the author’s talent. If you like obscure, thought-invoking reads, this could be right up your alley! 



Author Bio and Links: Kathleen Martin is a Gemini-nominated writer for film, novelist and playwright. Her first book “Penny Maybe” was published in Canada and in Germany. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and a little herd of little dogs.

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COVER REVEAL: Under These Restless Skies by Lissa Bryan

Coming soon, a new historical romance from Lissa Bryan set in the days of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, Under These Restless Skies.


Synopsis:
Will Somers has always thought himself unlovable. When he encounters a creature of myth and magic, he seizes the chance to finally have a wife and family of his own. Emma is a selkie—one of the immortal fae-folk of the sea—bound to Will by the magic of her kind, and eager to learn about life on land. She has to learn to adapt quickly to human customs, because Will is headed for the court of Henry VIII, to serve as the king’s fool. It’s a glittering, dangerous world, where a careless word can lead to the scaffold and the smallest of gestures is loaded with political implications. Anne Boleyn is charmed by Emma’s naïveté and soothing selkie magic and wants Emma for her own fool. Can Will protect his newfound love from the dangers that lurk in every shadow? Circa regna tonat: around the throne, the thunder rolls.






Release Date: February 20, 2014
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They came to the doorway of the presence chamber. Fermor gave his name to the steward. The man flipped through a list. “Oh, aye. Fermor.”“Correct, my lord. I am come to bring His Majesty a gift.”“A fool, was it?”Fermor gestured at Will. “And a fine one at that.”The steward did not seem impressed. “Go and come again tomorrow. His Majesty is in a temper today.”The king’s visit with his sister must not have ended well. Fermor sputtered, panicking as he saw his chances slip away.
“ ’Twould seem the best time for him to be regaled by a fool’s antics,” Will noted.The steward stared at Will for a moment and then gave a slight smile. “This way.” He led them through a tapestry-covered door through the empty presence chamber. Will paused, awed by the sight of the throne—the symbol of the king’s power—wide and heavy, gilded and jeweled, set on a carpeted dais. Beside it was a smaller throne for the queen, and over both were canopies bearing the coat of arms of each. The steward bowed to the empty throne as they passed, and they copied him before continuing out into a smaller gallery.“Tarry here,” the steward instructed. “The king is at cards with the Lady Pembroke. You will be called to him when he is finished.”Will’s stomach churned. He’d never felt less amusing in his life, and his wits were logy. A horrifying thought occurred to him. If he was unable to persuade the king to take him on, he wouldn’t be able to keep Emma. He couldn’t take her with him if he returned to the comedy troupe. Panic made his mind blank for a moment, and he did not hear his name called. Fermor elbowed him, and Will stumbled to his feet and followed the steward into a chamber. Will didn’t have much of a chance to survey his surroundings. He had an impression of tapestries over dark wood paneling and the glitter of gold, but his eyes were on the floor in front of two figures seated in x-shaped chairs. He knelt.“Your Majesty, Lady Pembroke, if it pleases Your Graces, I present Master Richard Fermor and Will Somers.” “Rise,” the king said. Will stole a glance at him and saw a large, but still muscular man with thinning reddish-blond hair, dressed in a dark brown velvet doublet, ornamented with pearls and gold frogs. The king had gained weight in the last few years, and to disguise it he had widened the shoulders of his surcoats. Will had to admit the effect was powerful. His large codpiece jutted up from the center slit of his doublet, also meant to convey power, or at least, virility. His eyes were small, a piercing blue-gray. Will caught a glimpse of them before he lowered his gaze to the floor.“So, Fermor, you have brought me a fool.” The king’s voice was low and gruff, and he didn’t sound much interested. The lady seated at his side wore a French hood and an initial pendant attached to her strand of pearls, the letters “AB” twined together. She was garbed in a dressing gown of brilliant scarlet, trimmed in ermine. It was casual raiment only the highest nobility was entitled to wear outside their own bedchamber, but Anne Boleyn was now royal in all but name. Just weeks ago, the king had created her Marquess of Pembroke, the highest noble title in the land. She patted the small dog in her lap.“Aye, your majesty,” Fermor said. “If it pleases Your Grace.”“Well, fool, what can you do?”Will was startled. He hadn’t expected the king to speak to him. “I—I can juggle, Your Majesty,” he croaked. “I can make jests, tumble, and sing a little.”“Let us see it, then.”Will’s hands trembled as he withdrew the balls from his bag. “If it pleases Your Majesty,” he started. He straightened his shoulders as best he could, and said in his haughtiest tone, “I, Will Somers, am the best juggler in England.”The king snorted and Will hoped it was from amusement. He fell into his act, bragging about his abilities while seeming to lose track of his juggling and keeping the balls in the air seemingly by accident alone. He was grateful he had performed this particular act so many times, because he thought he’d completely forgotten his lines, but they slipped from his mouth of their own accord, and his limbs seemed to move themselves. The king guffawed a couple of times, and he thought he heard Anne laugh at one point. Will ended with one of the balls balanced on the tip of his nose, before dropping it into his hands and sweeping low into a bow.
“Well done, Master Fool,” the king said, and he seemed a bit more jovial than he had when Will first entered the room. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking on Will’s part. “But tell me this: I have fools already who can juggle and make jests. Why would I wish to have you at my court? What have you to offer that they do not?”The answer popped from Will’s mouth as though he had rehearsed it. “Because I will do something none of your council, lords and ladies, nor servants will do.”The king lifted an eyebrow. “And what might that be?”“I will tell you the truth, Your Majesty.”Fermor gasped. Anne burst into laughter. “Oh, I do like him.”The king cast an amused glance at her. “Is that so, Master Fool? Then perhaps you are worth it, after all.”“But you must make an oath to me,” Will said.The king’s eyes narrowed a bit, but he calmed when Anne giggled at Will’s audacity. “What?”“You must swear it, as the word of a Christian king.” Will’s mouth was as dry as paper and his heart thudded in his chest, but he continued. “You must swear to me, on your honor, you will never hold it against me when I tell you the truth.”The king stared at Will, his mouth agape, and then he burst into laughter. He slapped his knee and elbowed Anne, who gave him a sharp glance at being prodded by his arm, before she laughed along with him as a courtier trained to echo the king’s mirth.“You have my word,” the king said, as he accepted a perfumed handkerchief from one of his serving lords to wipe away the tears seeping from his eyes. “Or must I write it out and put my royal seal to it?”“Your word is sufficient for me,” Will replied.“I am flattered at your trust, Master Fool,” the king said in solemn tones and burst into guffaws once again. “Go and have my steward find you rooms. Have you a wife?”“I do.” Will’s mind whirled. He hadn’t expected this, and he didn’t want Emma to live at court, but there was nothing he could do. Refusing lodgings offered by the king would be a gross insult. “Bring her tomorrow,” the king commanded. “I wish to see what the wife of a fool looks like.”“Much like every other wife in England,” Will said, and that sent the king into laughter once more.“Go, and come back on the morrow.” The king waved a hand at the steward. “Find him some decent garb, and some for Milady Fool as well.”Will bowed deeply and followed the steward from the room. “And for you, Fermor,” he heard the king begin before the door was shut behind them. Will’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor. His head swam in sick circles. He sat back on his heels and looked up at the steward. “Pray, pardon,” he rasped.The steward gave a slight smile. “You are not the first to react in such a manner.” He held out a hand and Will stared at it in surprise. The steward was a lord, and here he was, offering a hand to a baseborn commoner. Will took it, and the steward helped him to his feet and drew him near.
“If ever a man needed to hear the truth,” the steward whispered, “ ’tis that man in there.” He drew away again, and his manner was once more brisk and officious. “Follow me.”
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AUTHOR BLITZ: Meet Lorenz Font!

Have you read any of the books from Lorenz Font? Let us introduce you to this amazing new author!


Hunted (Gates Legacy #1) read MY REVIEW here

Deep in the heart of New York City’s underworld, a horrible disease is ravaging the vampire community. The Vampire Council is on a crusade to obliterate those infected, and Harrow Gates is target Number One. The unwitting source of the plague, he suffers from the same nightmarish symptoms as his victims. The world he'd been thrust into was cold, cruel, and intent on eradicating him, and the legions of afflicted vampires he created with his bite. 

A bounty hanging over his head, satisfying his hunger has become an enormous challenge for Harrow. The less he feeds, the more hideous and painful his lesions become. Constantly running for his life and learning new tricks to survive, Harrow is in no position to refuse when Pritchard Tack offers him a unique opportunity. Pritchard not only gives Harrow a new beginning, but also a purpose and a chance to rectify the chaos he created in the vampire world. However, the multi-billionaire has an agenda of his own.
Jordan is a reluctant new vampire and a woman on a mission. After the demise of her family and her own transformation at the hands of Goran, the ruthless leader of the Vampire Council, her only focus is revenge. Constantly faced with one frustrating dead-end after another, a stroke of luck leads her to an underground facility that she suspects is the lair of the monster for whom she is looking. 

Upon learning more about the truth behind the secret bunker, Jordan must fight against her growing feelings of friendship and concern for the facility’s inhabitants. One man in particular threatens to pull her heart away from her sworn mission. There is something behind Harrow’s dark lenses that unsettles the hardened female. Once again, she trembles and hungers for something other than red-stained revenge. Is love strong enough to override her hate-fueled thirst for vengeance?




Tormented (Gates Legacy #2) read MY REVIEW here

Tor Burns is a non-infected vampire who has taken refuge in the Tack Enterprises underground facility. Having survived a vicious attack with his fellow vampire Harrow, he now has a new purpose. Vampires afflicted with Gates Syndrome are still being hunted, and Tor is committed to saving them from the clutches of the Vampire Council. With a semi-cure within their grasp, Tor is reluctant to accept his new assignment: bodyguard to Allison Tack, the daughter of their fallen leader. Armed with an abrasive personality and fierce loyalty, Tor approaches this new responsibility with serious determination despite his reservations. 

Vampire Allison Tack is the beautiful and timid co-heir of the Tack fortune. Infected and hunted by the Council, those lucky enough to have known her father are determined to keep her safe. A walking target wherever she goes, Allison wants to learn how to protect herself, but no one is listening. Sick of being the helpless one in the company of trained fighters around her, Allison vows to prove that she can fight alongside the best of them. 

Meanwhile, the harem leader, Melissa, is hell-bent on unraveling any clue about her son Demetrius’s fate. He disappeared without a word, and time has made her desperate. Stepping up her efforts, she seeks the help of Demetrius’s son, Zane. With the additional manpower, Melissa finds the lair of the suspected vampires and wages war against them. 

Thrown together by necessity, Tor and Allison can’t continue to deny their attraction to each other. Tor wants to give in to his feelings for her, but old demons resurface. He must confront the past to prevent losing the best thing that ever happened to him. 

A life must be given for a life taken. Will Tor have to sacrifice himself before Allison pays the price?




Indivisible Line

Pre-med student Sarah Jones is back in Beaver, Alaska, for summer vacation. A loyal member of the Gwich’in tribe, she accepts the rules set by her father, the leader of their small town. Raised in a strict household, she learned early on to do what is expected of her and has agreed to an arranged marriage. Despite her reluctance to marry without love, Sarah is unwilling to defy her father’s wishes. She hopes to help usher in an era of independence and stability for the town, but for now, her focus is finishing med school so she can become Beaver’s resident doctor. 

Business owner Greg Andrews wants to escape his philandering wife and his life in general. Leaving New York City to join a hunting expedition in Alaska, Greg’s plans are turned upside down when he is shot on Gwich’in land and ends up on Sarah’s operating table. In the absence of a qualified doctor, Sarah must operate to save his life. She refuses to wait for the consent of their tribal leader, and her father banishes her from the tribal land in punishment.

Grateful for his life, Greg concocts a scheme to help. Plagued by the side effects of her unconventional operation, he convinces Sarah to become his live-in nurse. Without the means to support herself, Sarah agrees to the questionable arrangement, but she soon finds herself in even more trouble. Her new problem is that she is falling in love with this infuriating man, and the choices she now must make are must more difficult than the simple act of saving a man’s life.

Together, Sarah and Greg must both decide whether they can overcome the vast differences between them, or if the indivisible line that separates their worlds will ultimately pull them apart.






Feather Light read MY REVIEW here

Parker Davis has conquered three major American cities and is the new ‘it’ man in massage. He earned the nickname “Feather Light” for his sensual touches, tender caresses, and soft voice eliciting an almost orgasmic release. Clients from all over clamor for his services, and his clientele is growing by the minute. Business is at its peak, which makes Parker a busy man who has no time to deal with problems, let alone dwell on his blindness. With his declining vision, Parker has to accept his limitations and the changes brought forth by this disease, but he is not ready to relinquish the last control he has left. He is still the master in his bedroom. 

Kelly Storm, a Hollywood actress, will do whatever it takes to get some much-deserved peace. Being famous has its perks, except the little privacy her popularity afforded her is slowly eating at her. With the paparazzi hounding her every minute of the day and her personal life under constant scrutiny, Kelly wants a semblance of normalcy wherever she can get it. Under the urging of a close friend, she agrees give Parker a try. 

Their first meeting is nothing she expects. Kelly finds comfort in his gentle probing and the spellbinding experience guaranteed to keep her coming back for more. Parker knows the woman on his table is special. He feels her vulnerability with his fingertips, and her smooth curves leave a burning ache inside him. 

One night of steamy passion is all it takes to know that they wanted each other in more ways than one. Kelly hides in heavy disguises, making it impossible for Parker to know her true identity. What secret is Kelly keeping, and will she trust Parker enough to tell him the truth? Will Parker see beyond Kelly’s lies to show her what a future with him holds?

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About the authorLorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her debut novel Hunted, the first book of The Gates Legacy Trilogy and Indivisible Line, a romantic thriller. Her newest novel, Tormented, the second installment of The Gates Legacy, is now available for vampire lovers everywhere.   


Writing is a therapy for Lorenz, and a perfect day consists of writing and playing with her characters while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.

Lorenz currently lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between a full-time job as a Business Office Manager for a hospital and her busy writing schedule.
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REVIEW: The Northern Gate by J.C. Clarke BLOG TOUR

On December 6, 2013 the first of four volumes of The Edelyn Legacy  releases on Amazon.
The Northern Gate by J.C. Clarke
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
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Summary:
According to the Bible, God created the world in seven days, but what if the beginning happened before Humankind documented it for posterity?

Humans didn’t see everything clearly, because they didn’t understand. They turned away in fear, forgot the beings that had come to Earth and, over time, the Seraphim became nothing but a legend, a bedtime story. Corruption and greed, bred from hatred and evil, spread across the face of the earth as Humans evolved and developed. It was in this filth, and amongst the seven deadly sins, that Tabitha Morgan was born and kept alive, hidden in plain sight from the darkness.

For seventeen years, Tabitha thrived under her grandmother’s guardianship, living a normal life and not knowing the truth about her heritage or the roots from which she came.

That all changes the day a handsome stranger named Nathan walks into her life. Will the ancient secrets he holds be enough to earn her trust? Is it the Light, or does Darkness await them beyond The Northern Gate?


My Review:
*DISCLOSURE: I did the primary edits for this novel; therefore my opinion may be considered biased.*
The prisoner; the wandering man; Natanael; Nathan . . . all one in the same.
Prepare to be taken on an adventure that begins in a small, rural village where everyday things like bicycling and ballet classes are commonplace and ends in a new world, that is to say, another dimension. Clarke is putting a refreshing spin on the age old tale of creation and you aren’t going to want to miss out!
Picture, if you will, existing in the dark, surrounded by a lack of anything warm . . . heat, light, goodness. Yet, you don’t give up. Even when this is all you know for centuries, you still do not despair, because you have a purpose; one that will affect the survival of not one, but two worlds. 
Oh, but wait, there’s more—because of who you are and from whom you have descended, you have control over the elements. All of them: earth, wind, air, and fire. This means you are a power to be reckoned with; feared if you choose the dark, yet revered when on the path of light. You are special, but not nearly as special as Tabitha Morgan . . . a normal seventeen year old girl.
Or so she thinks.
Book one of The Edelyn Legacy introduces us to Tabitha, Nathan, and a plethora of unique characters who come together with one purpose: protecting the girl. For Tabitha to learn who she really is, they just have to keep her alive long enough to get through The Northern Gate.

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J.C. Clarke lives in the heart of the New Forest in England with her husband and four children. Never a dull moment, her full house provides no shortage of inspiration which fuels her writing. She loves reading and writing a variety of genres in addition to dabbling with graphic art to create book covers, swag and more.

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BLITZ! Hattie: A Novel by Anna Bozena Bowen

HATTIE: A NovelAnna Bozena BowenSynopsis: Recipient of twelve book awards, HATTIE, a debut novel, begins with the end of a woman's life and delivers a story that comes out of the heart and soul of what it means to be human in a sometimes inhuman world. In a spare and powerful narrative, this soulful story takes us on an intimate journey through the meaning of Hattie's life and life in general. HATTIE is a mystical, spiritual, and very human experience.

Excerpt: At first she struggled. The terror of impending death had instinctively gripped her. Her lips clenched. The pressure of tightly held air mounted until searing pain tore through her chest. Her lungs felt on fire. To hold back what was inevitable, her throat and face hardened like a stone dam. Her body twisted in agony. Her face distorted. Her hands clawed. One last thought fought its way through the terror. “Not like this.” She didn't want agony. She didn't want to look deformed. And she knew she was going to die. So she made the last choice she was ever going to make. She stopped struggling. Slowly her body began to untwist. Her arms and legs loosened and let the water hold them. Her face softened. She parted her lips and opened her mouth. Her throat relaxed. The cool clear water of Willow Lake flowed into her. She stopped struggling for air that wasn't there and the fire in her lungs was soothed. There was no more pain. No more struggle. As she drifted downward, her eyes gazed upward and watched one last bubble of air be set free. One last whisper of life. She saw it floating away from her. Further and further toward the surface. Toward the sun's light glistening far above her.
~~~Now I can tell my story for at least you know how I died. I drowned. Though I had known many terrors up to that point, the terror of death that seized me, surprised me. But I have to say, once I accepted death and was able to choose to release that last bubble of air, I felt a peace I had never known in my entire life.

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Anna Bozena Bowen: Writer, poet, nurse and intuitive, Bowen was the first American-born child to her Polish immigrant parents. Her personal journey, nursing career, and work with survivors of abuse “privileged me to hear many stories. I witnessed resilience of spirit and significance of voice,” she says. Her holistic approach to life and connection to the universe is evidenced in HATTIE, an awards winning novel. Bowen lives happily and creatively in Massachusetts with her husband of thirty-eight years.

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The Truth Seekers by Elizabeth Lawrence BLOG TOUR

Summary: At the turn of the century, the Victorian upper classes live in a vibrant but strictly-ordered world that encourages gentle, intellectual pursuits. Theirs is a life of ease and elegance, but it can be snatched away from them in an instant if the rules of polite society are not followed. Gothic novelist Geoffrey Hawes has never been willing to let such restrictions hold him back, and he refuses to honor conventions for which there is no discernible value. When he spends a social season in a community created to celebrate the Arts, music, and philosophy, he is unexpectedly befriended by the daughter of the Governor, Miranda Claridge.
Bitter and disenchanted with the privileged and wealthy, Geoffrey finds his beliefs repeatedly challenged by the intelligent and vivacious Miranda. In the midst of their heated debates on the mores of the upper class, this unlikely friendship blossoms into a passionate love. He encourages her to pursue her interest in painting and gives her a new understanding of what relationships between men and women should be. Meanwhile, Miranda begins to open his eyes to all that is wonderful and beautiful and good in the world.
Geoffrey at last accepts that he has fallen in love with Miranda, but misunderstandings and lies come between them. Knowing that Miranda believes it is her duty to marry, he prepares himself to hear news of her wedding. Geoffrey attempts to escape the pain of her perceived rejection by traveling and throwing himself into his work. However, he cannot run forever. One day, he encounters Miranda again and soon discovers that she is not the same woman he left behind. Can the couple realize that they each must relinquish some of their prejudices and preconceived notions before it is too late? Can love really conquer all?
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You are the epitome of a multi-tasker: Doctor Who connoisseur, mother, editor, writer, wife, et cetera, but I want to focus on the editor/writer relationship with yourself. What does it take to balance it? How difficult is it to see plotline after plotline pass before your eyes and keep the ideas out of your own work; also, how stringent do you allow your editor half to be on your writer side? In an ideal world, which would you like to be doing full-time?
When I work with a writer for the first time, the initial reaction tends to be dismay. Even seasoned authors have a difficult time having their work dissected, and I’m not in the habit of handing out warm fuzzies when I edit. However, once we begin discussing recommended changes and potential solutions, I find that authors become much more confident about talking to me about their manuscripts. They even come to realize that a positive comment from me praising a particularly effective passage is a huge compliment, since I tend to be focused on explaining what they could do better rather than on what already works well. Over the course of editing their manuscript, authors learn that I actually have a deep respect for their characters, their story, and their voice, and I will go to great lengths to ensure the best possible presentation of their words and ideas. I take their work very seriously, and this is due in part to my own experiences as an author.
When I read a novel for fun, I can experience it like a normal reader, only having editorial twinges if the author has pinged one of my pet peeves. Otherwise, I can disregard many sins that I would object to on a novel I was editing. It’s important for me to be able to “switch off” the editor because I am an avid reader, and I would hate to no longer be able to properly lose myself in a story. Also, I primarily edit romance novels, but my preferred reading is cozy murder mysteries, so the elements of the books I read are different from those of the manuscripts I edit.
I never write reviews for novels I have edited. This is because when I edit I do not approach the novel as a reader. I am not experiencing the story recreationally (for lack of a better term). A good comparison might be what surgeons when they look at their patients in the operating room. They may have a deep commitment to preserving life, but their focus will be on fixing the internal problems, not on the patients’ external packaging, so to speak. Similarly, I am elbow-deep in manuscript entrails when I edit, and so I’m viewing the plot and characters clinically rather than with my imagination. And like a surgeon, who could never possibly remember the details of all the spleens or stomach viewed over the course of his or her career, I do not keep the details of each manuscript stored in my head. In fact, I almost have to forget, or my head might explode. I do, after all, work on a LOT of manuscripts.
The important thing is that when I sit down to work as a writer, I’m in a much different headspace. I’m conscious of all the things I badger other authors about, but I try to set those concerns aside initially in favor of focusing on just writing. Turning off my inner editor is perhaps the biggest challenge I face, so I will participate in NaNoWriMo and writing circles to help me overcome it. These sorts of vehicles present me with a metaphorical gun to the head and force me to write quickly without second-guessing myself. Later, I will go back and let my inner editor loose. I will comb over a manuscript over and over until someone drags it away from me, which is why The Truth Seekers is being published over three years from when I began working on it. I’m still not satisfied with it; I doubt I ever would be. This is why I often tell authors that they shouldn’t complain about the grief I give them – I’m so much harder on myself!
In the end, I consider myself a writer first and an editor second. I do think that it takes a special kind of thinking to be an effective editor, and I’m glad that I have been able to help the authors with whom I’ve worked in the past. But writing is my first love, and if someone would give me pots of money to just do that all day long, I’d be happy to oblige.

 

Author Bio: Elizabeth Lawrence is the author of both contemporary and period romances. Each book incorporates its own unique blend of humor and reverence, the peculiar and the mundane. In addition to her novels, Elizabeth serves as a freelance editor. A lifelong writer and former paralegal, Elizabeth divides her free time between her husband and two sons, her three cats, her collection of cozy murder mysteries, and her mildly severe caffeine addiction. A native of Lawrence, Kansas, Elizabeth now works from her home in Cleveland, Ohio.
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Perhaps I've Said Too Much by Rodney Lacroix BLOG TOUR

Synopsis
"It's not a lie if you believe it."
Bionic fingers. Self-combusting Tiffany lamps. Rubber spiders and ventriloquist dolls. Vindictive mothers throwing women down stairs.
Rodney Lacroix has lived his life trying to fool people. Some of this is on purpose. Some of this just comes naturally. But no matter what the story he spins, there is always retribution - and it is very rarely a happy ending.
Join Rodney as he walks you through hysterical stories told through the eyes of a perpetual liar. Wince at his untruths, told in the same unconventional style that won him two awards for his 2012 release, "Things Go Wrong for Me." Feel his pain. Shake your head. Learn some lessons.
As usual, all of the stories contained herein are true.
Or are they?



Title: Perhaps I've Said Too MuchAuthor: Rodney LacroixGenre: Humor/ComedyPublication Date:  December 3, 2013Published By:  RCG Publishing


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Rodney Lacroix is a comedian, father of two amazing kids, reluctant 40-hour-a-week software engineer and best-selling author. In 2013, Rodney was awarded an NGI Book Awards Medal for his memoir, "Things Go Wrong for Me." This beautiful medal is currently on display around his neck because he has not taken it off since receiving it. Also he's not very humble. Rodney firmly believes that fabricating grandiose tales about one's self makesa person more impressive. That's exactly what he told Playgirl Magazine when they did a 4-page nude spread of him. It's probably best you don't believe anything Rodney says.
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All is Lost by Marie Wathen BLOG TOUR

SynopsisBang... One second: loud music, dancing, laughing, fun, family, friends, love and everything... Bang... Next second: screaming, running, crying, fear, pain, blood, loss and nothing... Bang.... The events of one night on Willow Island will irrevocably change the lives of so many forever. Breesan Maxwell’s ultimate downfall came that night after one kiss. The impenetrable wall surrounding her fragile heart crumbled, and now the entirety of it belongs to one man, Marcus Walker. Finally accepting his love along with those she denied for years, Breesan finds that it is vital to her existence. Better judgment and commitments be damned, Marcus Walker succumbs to the one thing he vowed never to do. Love found him that fateful night, but will his new happiness be lost while he struggles to save the woman of his dreams. Heaved unwillingly into his poisonous covert life, will she survive the threats of abductions, illegal experimental drugs, and death? Morgan Walker's twisted family responsibilities will lead him to an ultimatum that shreds his perfect plan apart. Promised one woman, intrigued by another, yet neither owns him. Will the one woman who could redeem his narcissistic ways be lost to him before he realizes that he suffers with a broken heart and needs her love? Can these entangled souls survive the relentless pursuits of unforeseen forces, stopping at nothing to get what they desire? Or can Breesan, Morgan and Marcus push through their fears and personal hells, fighting for what really matters most before All Is Lost?



ExcerptMarcus Walker My heavy breathing prevents me from speaking, but I don’t need to say a word. Her eyes lift up to greet me, as if she could sense me before she could hear or see me. Wide gray eyes melt into pools the second she realizes that I am really here. I bolt across the room and clutch her delicate, warm body to mine. She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, drawing in a deep breath and then relaxing into me. “I’m here now, Baby.” I whisper against her cheek. A silent sobbing takes over and her entire body trembles from holding the grief in too long. With my arms already engulfing her small body, I draw her tighter against my chest. I glance up and see the guilty ass look plastered on Kole face, confirming that they have told her the news and I am about to get my pissed off on. Jerking my head toward the door, I silently suggest he can leave and that he better take everyone with him. After simply holding me for a while in a tight embrace, she slowly pulls away and peers up at me through matted eyelashes. Tenderly, I raise my hand up, cup her cheek, and stroke my thumb over her bottom lip. Staring passionately into my eyes, she softly kisses the pad of my thumb. My god, her full lips and sad eyes make me want to kiss the hell out of her. But I can’t take advantage of her when she’s hurting. I slide my hand under her chin, tipping it upward. My love for her grips hold of my soul and it screams for me to handle her with care. Placing my forehead against hers, I squeeze my eyes shut and force away the desire to ravage her on this damn countertop. Being away from her was too much. I kiss her face, starting with her forehead. My lips heat instantly connecting with her smooth skin. I breathe in deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent. She slowly glides her hands up my arms. Her fingernails scrape along my skin, sending shivers through every cell in my body. My lips move along her forehead and down the side of her face where I place several lingering kisses and I feel the grief flowing away with each one. Moving down her neck, I slide my nose along the edge of her ear and kiss her earlobe. I need to taste her. My tongue edges along her ear, retracing my path. Her deep gasp tells me that I am taking her mind off of everything. A lustful moan rattles hard in my chest, like a bullet just ripped through me, slicing my dark heart. Breesan is my light in this dark and sinister world, bursting forth. It is her love alone that brightens the evil pathway and draws my heart out of the eclipsing blackness, dimmed by past relationships. Needing more, I wind my hands through her long dark curls and draw her closer, by digging my fingers into her neck. The pressure isn’t enough to hurt her, but it is enough for her to understand exactly what I must have. She spreads her legs apart and I take up position between them. Caressing one hand down her back, I reach her hip and grip it tightly and she comes willingly to me. I drag her to the edge of the counter and press hard into her. Slow down, I tell myself. “You’re really here,” Breesan says, believing it so, now that she’s out of her earlier haze. She's panting hard and her heart rate matches mine. Wanting her to know how much I missed her, I graze my mouth over her bottom lip, instantly needing more. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her softly but it only adds to my desire. Her lips move in unison with mine and our reunion becomes scorching. I shouldn’t kiss her so passionately, during a time like this, but she is everything. Thrusting her breast against my chest, Breesan opens her mouth with a heavy moan. Hearing that sweet sound, I lose my mind and I take it - roughly. I take every whimper, every grunt and every sigh, but it’s still not enough. I want more. While pushing my rock solid hard-on between her widespread legs, I pull her by her sweet ass brutally against me. She clinches her legs tightly, holding me against her center tightly and I almost come apart. I feel her heating from our friction and all I want at this very moment is to drop down on my knees and taste her. Releasing the intense hold I have on her backside, I slip my hand around her hip and graze over the top of her thigh. I can’t stop myself. I need to feel her. Incapable of processing a damn thought any longer, I take our relationship to a step we’ve never been. I glide my hand between her legs and cup her, feeling her wetness through her shorts. Throwing her head back, she groans and pushes forward, against my hand. “Ohmygod,” Her voice is raspy with bliss. I drop my eyes down to where my fingers press into her, feeling my heart stall completely. Mygod, watching her writhe on my hand is the most fucking intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen, even with her fully dressed. “Marcus, I need you so much.” She says in a voice only meant for the bedroom. Hearing her say my name and telling me her needs while I’m getting her close to climax causes my heart to squeeze so tight that I feel like it might explode. Clawing her nails into my hair and pulling me down, she crashes my mouth on hers. In this kiss, I give her my heart, my soul and everything that I am, confirming after being away from her too damn long, that I am irrevocably in love with her. She slips her hands under my shirt, tracing up my stomach and stopping when she reaches my chest. She needs me too, I justify practically screwing on the kitchen counter. “Not in the kitchen.” A playful voice sings, breaking up our reunion and I want to kill the son of a bitch for interrupting us. Stilling in my arms, Breesan’s gray eyes snap open, piercing me with a combination of fear and embarrassment that surges through them. She whispers, “Ohgod.” “Hey you two love-birds, I said, not in the kitchen. So knock it off.” It is Sam barging in that explains Breesan’s reaction. Because it is my sister and not one of the guys she looks like she wants to crawl under a rock and hide. Looking at Breesan’s swollen lips and tangled hair, I’m thankful that I didn’t go against my promise and fuck her now. After everything that’s happened, it would be a real bastardly move on my part.
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New Adult Author of the All Series (four book series), book one Be All released July 2013. Marie Wathen is a wife, mother of two, and recently became a Lola (her version of grandmother). When she isn't writing her other career is in law enforcement. Marie is a fourteen year veteran dispatcher at her local Sheriff's Office. It is also where she met her husband Barry (he is a police officer not an inmate). Born and currently living in Central Alabama, she enjoys a serene life in the country, but lives for the excitement of visiting large cities. Besides writing some of Marie's other passions include reading, listening to music, dancing, traveling, family time with southern home cooking and has admitted that she has a severe addiction to Facebook. Although Marie has been a storyteller her entire life, Be All is her first publication. Marie's genre includes, but is not limited to, Romantic Suspense. Marie’s current projects include a Romantic Paranormal Thriller series and she is collaborating on a Love Story Anthology, both releasing in 2014.
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Summary:
The world is filled with people destined to help and to serve. Doctors, nurses, police, and firefighters—each and every day, these special people work to help others in times of need. Often, this means putting their own lives at risk in order to do their jobs. They give of themselves to benefit society, and they do it without any expectation of thanks.

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