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February 13, 2014
Happy Valentine's Day from Hunter!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!
Unforeseen Heartbeat (Second Chances #2) by Maureen Mayer is coming out February 24th. But until then....
Add Hunter to your TBR here - Goodreads
Unforeseen Heartbeat (Second Chances #2) by Maureen Mayer is coming out February 24th. But until then....
Add Hunter to your TBR here - Goodreads
Happy Valentine's Day from Danielle Sibarium
So I got this message one day, requesting my help to share an announcement. Of course, for Danielle, I said yes!
Come to find out it's an announcement I've been LONGING to hear for...well...for as long as I've known about the kindle app!
For Always by Danielle Sibarium was one of my first ebooks :) I LOVE IT! Stephanie and Jordan... oh my, tragic wreck, but lord were they adorable. I loved them. He has his own issues, she has hers... Their story wasn't the whole hearts and flowers and chocolate mooshy stuff, their story was real, tragic and heart wrenching, and it's a story that's stayed with me.
Anywho, enough of my jabbering! Here's what Danielle has to say!!!
First, I would like to thank Prologue The scent of death lingered nearby. Always. Only I didn't attract it, I repelled it, like a deflector shield. This was my lot in life, to extend the days of those I loved. That theory came from Jordan; the keeper of my heart, and the love of my life! I sighed. I didn't realize I did it until Jordan apologized. Again. "I'm sorry Steph, I don't want to be distracted." "I know. I understand. Promise." He misunderstood. It was a contented sigh. One that said I was thrilled my boyfriend was driving me to school. The sigh was a sign of how surreal sitting next to Jordan and knowing that he loved me was. How I couldn't believe in a matter of hours he'd be leaving me alone on the college campus, and I intended to savor each minute with him. The sigh was the only chance I had of getting any of those sentiments across because he didn't want me to talk while he was driving. I knew just being in the car together was challenging for him. Jordan still suffered the after effects of a terrible car accident that left his ex-girlfriend dead. Of course he was breaking up with her at the time because he loved me, and I pushed him into making a choice between us. When he served as my unexpected prom date, I made him admit his feelings. That's what led to his break-up with Madison, leaving him in a swamp of guilt induced quick sand when she died. But we worked through all that. I hoped. I didn't bother saying anything further to try and reassure him I wasn't upset. I'd already been warned he couldn't concentrate on the road and to keep the radio down. The problem was he wanted it down so low I couldn't hear the music. I glanced at his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white. He held on so tight I expected his fingers to cramp up. I hated that this was so hard for him. I wished I knew how to make it better, but the only thing I could do was stand beside him and hope in time he'd heal. I turned to my window, watching the never ending expanse of trees zoom by. I wished for a brief moment I'd gone in the other car with my mother and her new, at least new to me, boyfriend Eddie. I'd been clueless about Eddie, but after her health scare last week, she came clean. She wanted to see him and had been ordered to take a few days off of work. Work is where they'd rendezvous during lunch. She'd been frightened when they first told her it looked like a heart attack and realized it was silly to keep him hidden away. No way I wanted to hear what cheesy, weird things they might be talking about. I mean it was my mom, gross. Still, I was happy for her. My father died a decade ago and as far as I knew she'd never dated before. I chose to ride with Jordan, because even in the deafening silence, and the tension he carried on his shoulders every time we got in a car together, there was nowhere else I'd rather be. From the first moment he spoke to me, he owned my heart. It was branded with his name. I'd tried for four years to move on, to forget him, but that wasn't an option for me. No one could hold a candle to him. "Hey," He pulled my attention back to the here and now. "You know I love you right?" I smiled. Of course he knew that would make me smile, that's why he said it. It felt like that's all I'd done over the last week since he found me crying on the beach. I'll never forget the wave of relief that washed over me when I found out he'd been spared from a terrible plane crash. He never made it on the plane because I called him at the last minute in an attempt to get him to stay. Thank goodness I did. I didn't know where he was going or why, but Maria warned me that he was leaving, and it might be forever. I always believed myself to be the root cause of the bad things that happen to people around me, Jordan thought I was what kept them hanging on. I didn't believe him, at least not yet. But having him try to convince me otherwise promised to be amazing.
FOR ALWAYS Links - GoodreadsAmazonB&NKobo
GIVEAWAY!!!
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Come to find out it's an announcement I've been LONGING to hear for...well...for as long as I've known about the kindle app!
For Always by Danielle Sibarium was one of my first ebooks :) I LOVE IT! Stephanie and Jordan... oh my, tragic wreck, but lord were they adorable. I loved them. He has his own issues, she has hers... Their story wasn't the whole hearts and flowers and chocolate mooshy stuff, their story was real, tragic and heart wrenching, and it's a story that's stayed with me.
Anywho, enough of my jabbering! Here's what Danielle has to say!!!
First, I would like to thank Prologue The scent of death lingered nearby. Always. Only I didn't attract it, I repelled it, like a deflector shield. This was my lot in life, to extend the days of those I loved. That theory came from Jordan; the keeper of my heart, and the love of my life! I sighed. I didn't realize I did it until Jordan apologized. Again. "I'm sorry Steph, I don't want to be distracted." "I know. I understand. Promise." He misunderstood. It was a contented sigh. One that said I was thrilled my boyfriend was driving me to school. The sigh was a sign of how surreal sitting next to Jordan and knowing that he loved me was. How I couldn't believe in a matter of hours he'd be leaving me alone on the college campus, and I intended to savor each minute with him. The sigh was the only chance I had of getting any of those sentiments across because he didn't want me to talk while he was driving. I knew just being in the car together was challenging for him. Jordan still suffered the after effects of a terrible car accident that left his ex-girlfriend dead. Of course he was breaking up with her at the time because he loved me, and I pushed him into making a choice between us. When he served as my unexpected prom date, I made him admit his feelings. That's what led to his break-up with Madison, leaving him in a swamp of guilt induced quick sand when she died. But we worked through all that. I hoped. I didn't bother saying anything further to try and reassure him I wasn't upset. I'd already been warned he couldn't concentrate on the road and to keep the radio down. The problem was he wanted it down so low I couldn't hear the music. I glanced at his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white. He held on so tight I expected his fingers to cramp up. I hated that this was so hard for him. I wished I knew how to make it better, but the only thing I could do was stand beside him and hope in time he'd heal. I turned to my window, watching the never ending expanse of trees zoom by. I wished for a brief moment I'd gone in the other car with my mother and her new, at least new to me, boyfriend Eddie. I'd been clueless about Eddie, but after her health scare last week, she came clean. She wanted to see him and had been ordered to take a few days off of work. Work is where they'd rendezvous during lunch. She'd been frightened when they first told her it looked like a heart attack and realized it was silly to keep him hidden away. No way I wanted to hear what cheesy, weird things they might be talking about. I mean it was my mom, gross. Still, I was happy for her. My father died a decade ago and as far as I knew she'd never dated before. I chose to ride with Jordan, because even in the deafening silence, and the tension he carried on his shoulders every time we got in a car together, there was nowhere else I'd rather be. From the first moment he spoke to me, he owned my heart. It was branded with his name. I'd tried for four years to move on, to forget him, but that wasn't an option for me. No one could hold a candle to him. "Hey," He pulled my attention back to the here and now. "You know I love you right?" I smiled. Of course he knew that would make me smile, that's why he said it. It felt like that's all I'd done over the last week since he found me crying on the beach. I'll never forget the wave of relief that washed over me when I found out he'd been spared from a terrible plane crash. He never made it on the plane because I called him at the last minute in an attempt to get him to stay. Thank goodness I did. I didn't know where he was going or why, but Maria warned me that he was leaving, and it might be forever. I always believed myself to be the root cause of the bad things that happen to people around me, Jordan thought I was what kept them hanging on. I didn't believe him, at least not yet. But having him try to convince me otherwise promised to be amazing.
FOR ALWAYS Links - GoodreadsAmazonB&NKobo
GIVEAWAY!!!
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A Matter of Choice by R.M. Alexander (Tour post)
I'm a day late posting. Snow is my enemy... If you're cold like me, try this, might warm you up a bit.
Title: Matter of ChoiceAuthor: RM AlexanderGenre: Contemporary RomancePublication Date: January 21, 2014Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions
Some promises can’t be kept.
Shannon Winters’ picture perfect marriage is in shambles after a car accident left her husband an amnesiac. The commitment to vows he doesn’t remember making keeps her fighting while covering up the parade of other women and a spectacle of bad behavior. Her career as owner and manager at a successful boutique hotel alongside the Hudson River keeps is her refuge, but, at thirty-seven years old, what she craves is the bond to be repaired.
Even twenty years after high school, Triston Keyes continues to be haunted by the memories of the girl he’d lost, the only woman he’s ever loved. When he meets Shannon during a vacation, he finally has the chance to apologize. It’s the only hope he has if he ever wants to fall in love with anyone else.
Sparks rekindle between them, and Shannon struggles to find a reason to stay true to a broken marriage which is quickly crumbling as she gravitates towards the forgotten love.
Until her husband pleas for her to come back.
But when the depth of betrayal is revealed, Shannon must choose her vows-and her beloved hotel-or to remain true to her heart; while Triston must fight to keep the past from catching up to his future.
Both know nothing is a matter of luck, but a matter of choice …
Excerpt One:
She reached toward his hand, her heart shuddering as he flinched away. “Greg, Greg, come on.” She sidled up next to him, pressing his hand, still tight around the bottleneck, gently downward and ignoring his glare. No doubt he resented the intrusion. It didn’t matter. He’d come to the only sanctuary she had, allowing him to ruin it was not an option. “How about you come rest in one of the guest rooms? I have a vacancy. You can watch some TV, maybe get some sleep.” She kept her other hand rested on one of his fading biceps, the fingers feeling alien against a memory of gym-toned masculinity.
Greg snatched his arm from reach, defiance hardening the charcoal in his eyes, his voice a snarl. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to party.” He grinned, pushing against her weaker hold to raise the bottle as he surveyed the room. His voice bellowed once again. “Where’s a pretty date wanting some great entertainment? I’ve got it right here.” He gestured towards his groin, bellowing laughter.
The words and gesture cut hard against her. With eyes closed, she found her center and whispered words more damaging to her sanity than his feral actions. “The entertainment will begin later. First, you should lie down. You’ll want to be at your best for the party tonight, won’t you?”
Excerpt Two:
He snorted and chuckled. “You’ll call security on me? Like anyone in security scares me? That Stevens rent-a-cop-he’s a joke. I said, Get out of my way!”
The hands which had spent the better part of ten years caressing her skin and holding her with happiness and sorrow shot out and grabbed her shoulders, his grip hard against her skin. She yelped and then screamed as he pulled her up off her feet, glaring with angry eyes, then threw her against the wall. Unable to gain her balance in time, she shrunk to the floor in a crumbled heap, staring at her husband as he turned away without a second look and strode in to the banquet room. Tears spilled down her cheeks as his booming voice blasted through the air, and then terror struck as Rick looked up, then past Greg to meet her with first startled then enraged eyes.
Her voice didn’t find its way out of her mouth in time to stop Rick from barreling towards Greg, arms wide and ready to tackle. Shrieks and gasps ricocheted out of the banquet room and pounced off the walls, pummeling Shannon like bees as Greg glowered at the teenager. A single hook landed hard and precise against the boy’s temple, sending him sprawling to the ground. Senators and chair people rushed to his side, and others wrapping their arms tight against Greg’s drunken rage, encasing him with immobilizing restraint.
Excerpt Three:
She smiled as she rested her fingers in his palm. “This is beginning to dangerously resemble a date.” With the word in the hanging in the air, her mind relaxed. It was said, and now could be refuted, adjusted as needed.
She stepped out of the car, then backed into it when Triston didn’t step back to give her room. “We have rules, sir.”
“Yes, we do. And my favorite rule is to treat you like the lady you are.”
She shook her head, and waited until he allowed her enough berth and generously dropping her hand to keep up appearances. As they drew nearer to the front door, she looked over to his grinning face. He looked like a school boy escorting the class beauty. They were neither, and his expression made her laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”
His lips tilted into a lopsided smile. “There are so many wonderful ways I could answer that, but, you know, we have these rules, and …”
Excerpt Four:
“I think you’re underestimating my commitment here.”
“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“Am I?” He leaned forward, his knuckle cupping her chin as he edged it upwards and softly pressing his lips against her mouth. Her every fiber wanted to fight him, to push him away, but their skin pressed together felt too good, and she melted into him.
Slowly, they parted, her voice hoarse as she spoke. “We shouldn’t …” She couldn’t bear to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see the expectations and hope she imagined to be shimmering in his gaze, or reveal the shame and uncertainty she knew was in hers.
He pressed a finger against her lips, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, his breath intoxicatingly warm. “Don’t say ‘we shouldn’t’ anything. Open your eyes sweetheart, look at me.” He paused, and she could feel him back away. Setting her jaw firm, her lids eased open, staring into his gaze a mere inches away. “It was one kiss Shy. That’s all. And I won’t go further than that until you’re ready. But to make it clear, I love you. It might seem impossible, it’s been years and we haven’t spent much time together since I came to the Grande. But I realized this afternoon, when I took a jog down that path we walked… I loved you in high school. Honestly, truly loved you. I screwed it up. But the love never really went away.”
RM Alexander is an author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her current novel, "Matter of Choice" is releasing in January 2014.
She has been writing since she was 10 years old. Many times, she stopped writing for months or even years at a time, but always came back to it until, in 2009, an idea came to her she couldn't put down. Over the next two years, she wrote and revised "Shadows", which will becoming available in spring/summer of 2014.
Another novel, "Matter of Choice", found its way to paper in 2010 during the revision process for "Shadows". And as "Shadows" was making its rounds to literary agencies, "Matter of Choice" was finished and slated for release in January of 2014.
With characters who look for love in wrong places and are victims of the worse kind of betrayals while fighting for what they want and believe in, RM's novels promise a good read with unexpected twists and turns.
When she's not writing, RM is spending time with her husband and two small children in Michigan. She loves to travel, especially to Walt Disney World, and can often be found on Twitter or Facebook chatting with other authors and fans.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rmalexanderauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/rmalexanderauth
Author Website: http://www.rmalexanderauthor.com
Author GoodReads: http:// www.goodreads.com/author/show/7364033.R_M_Alexander
GoodReads Page for Book:http:// www.goodreads.com/book/show/18721499-matter-of-choice
Other: http://www.pinterest.com/rmalexandermoc/boards/
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Title: Matter of ChoiceAuthor: RM AlexanderGenre: Contemporary RomancePublication Date: January 21, 2014Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions
Some promises can’t be kept.
Shannon Winters’ picture perfect marriage is in shambles after a car accident left her husband an amnesiac. The commitment to vows he doesn’t remember making keeps her fighting while covering up the parade of other women and a spectacle of bad behavior. Her career as owner and manager at a successful boutique hotel alongside the Hudson River keeps is her refuge, but, at thirty-seven years old, what she craves is the bond to be repaired.
Even twenty years after high school, Triston Keyes continues to be haunted by the memories of the girl he’d lost, the only woman he’s ever loved. When he meets Shannon during a vacation, he finally has the chance to apologize. It’s the only hope he has if he ever wants to fall in love with anyone else.
Sparks rekindle between them, and Shannon struggles to find a reason to stay true to a broken marriage which is quickly crumbling as she gravitates towards the forgotten love.
Until her husband pleas for her to come back.
But when the depth of betrayal is revealed, Shannon must choose her vows-and her beloved hotel-or to remain true to her heart; while Triston must fight to keep the past from catching up to his future.
Both know nothing is a matter of luck, but a matter of choice …
Excerpt One:
She reached toward his hand, her heart shuddering as he flinched away. “Greg, Greg, come on.” She sidled up next to him, pressing his hand, still tight around the bottleneck, gently downward and ignoring his glare. No doubt he resented the intrusion. It didn’t matter. He’d come to the only sanctuary she had, allowing him to ruin it was not an option. “How about you come rest in one of the guest rooms? I have a vacancy. You can watch some TV, maybe get some sleep.” She kept her other hand rested on one of his fading biceps, the fingers feeling alien against a memory of gym-toned masculinity.
Greg snatched his arm from reach, defiance hardening the charcoal in his eyes, his voice a snarl. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to party.” He grinned, pushing against her weaker hold to raise the bottle as he surveyed the room. His voice bellowed once again. “Where’s a pretty date wanting some great entertainment? I’ve got it right here.” He gestured towards his groin, bellowing laughter.
The words and gesture cut hard against her. With eyes closed, she found her center and whispered words more damaging to her sanity than his feral actions. “The entertainment will begin later. First, you should lie down. You’ll want to be at your best for the party tonight, won’t you?”
Excerpt Two:
He snorted and chuckled. “You’ll call security on me? Like anyone in security scares me? That Stevens rent-a-cop-he’s a joke. I said, Get out of my way!”
The hands which had spent the better part of ten years caressing her skin and holding her with happiness and sorrow shot out and grabbed her shoulders, his grip hard against her skin. She yelped and then screamed as he pulled her up off her feet, glaring with angry eyes, then threw her against the wall. Unable to gain her balance in time, she shrunk to the floor in a crumbled heap, staring at her husband as he turned away without a second look and strode in to the banquet room. Tears spilled down her cheeks as his booming voice blasted through the air, and then terror struck as Rick looked up, then past Greg to meet her with first startled then enraged eyes.
Her voice didn’t find its way out of her mouth in time to stop Rick from barreling towards Greg, arms wide and ready to tackle. Shrieks and gasps ricocheted out of the banquet room and pounced off the walls, pummeling Shannon like bees as Greg glowered at the teenager. A single hook landed hard and precise against the boy’s temple, sending him sprawling to the ground. Senators and chair people rushed to his side, and others wrapping their arms tight against Greg’s drunken rage, encasing him with immobilizing restraint.
Excerpt Three:
She smiled as she rested her fingers in his palm. “This is beginning to dangerously resemble a date.” With the word in the hanging in the air, her mind relaxed. It was said, and now could be refuted, adjusted as needed.
She stepped out of the car, then backed into it when Triston didn’t step back to give her room. “We have rules, sir.”
“Yes, we do. And my favorite rule is to treat you like the lady you are.”
She shook her head, and waited until he allowed her enough berth and generously dropping her hand to keep up appearances. As they drew nearer to the front door, she looked over to his grinning face. He looked like a school boy escorting the class beauty. They were neither, and his expression made her laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”
His lips tilted into a lopsided smile. “There are so many wonderful ways I could answer that, but, you know, we have these rules, and …”
Excerpt Four:
“I think you’re underestimating my commitment here.”
“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“Am I?” He leaned forward, his knuckle cupping her chin as he edged it upwards and softly pressing his lips against her mouth. Her every fiber wanted to fight him, to push him away, but their skin pressed together felt too good, and she melted into him.
Slowly, they parted, her voice hoarse as she spoke. “We shouldn’t …” She couldn’t bear to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see the expectations and hope she imagined to be shimmering in his gaze, or reveal the shame and uncertainty she knew was in hers.
He pressed a finger against her lips, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, his breath intoxicatingly warm. “Don’t say ‘we shouldn’t’ anything. Open your eyes sweetheart, look at me.” He paused, and she could feel him back away. Setting her jaw firm, her lids eased open, staring into his gaze a mere inches away. “It was one kiss Shy. That’s all. And I won’t go further than that until you’re ready. But to make it clear, I love you. It might seem impossible, it’s been years and we haven’t spent much time together since I came to the Grande. But I realized this afternoon, when I took a jog down that path we walked… I loved you in high school. Honestly, truly loved you. I screwed it up. But the love never really went away.”
RM Alexander is an author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her current novel, "Matter of Choice" is releasing in January 2014.
She has been writing since she was 10 years old. Many times, she stopped writing for months or even years at a time, but always came back to it until, in 2009, an idea came to her she couldn't put down. Over the next two years, she wrote and revised "Shadows", which will becoming available in spring/summer of 2014.
Another novel, "Matter of Choice", found its way to paper in 2010 during the revision process for "Shadows". And as "Shadows" was making its rounds to literary agencies, "Matter of Choice" was finished and slated for release in January of 2014.
With characters who look for love in wrong places and are victims of the worse kind of betrayals while fighting for what they want and believe in, RM's novels promise a good read with unexpected twists and turns.
When she's not writing, RM is spending time with her husband and two small children in Michigan. She loves to travel, especially to Walt Disney World, and can often be found on Twitter or Facebook chatting with other authors and fans.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rmalexanderauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/rmalexanderauth
Author Website: http://www.rmalexanderauthor.com
Author GoodReads: http:// www.goodreads.com/author/show/7364033.R_M_Alexander
GoodReads Page for Book:http:// www.goodreads.com/book/show/18721499-matter-of-choice
Other: http://www.pinterest.com/rmalexandermoc/boards/
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February 10, 2014
I'm coming clean again...
Okay guys.... It's time I come clean again!
I've been terribly quiet and quite greedy with my books, if you ask me. I'm sorry! I've been working and handling a new routine and childrens....and I can feed you lame excuses all I want. True or not, they're quite lame.
So. Here's what I have for you today! An update, an introduction and a teaser. Hope that'll do for now. I'm trying not to suck here. But it may be fairly blah. But it is what I have.
First order of business.... The update.
Soul Promise...is being a pain in the rump. Why you ask? Well, for one, it's told from a male point of view... so go figure. No, really, it's revelation related. I'd get say 30 thousands words in and BAM, something is wrong, it's off... THIS is why. And this means you need to start back over. Why do I have to start back at the beginning for these revelations? Because I'm OCD and cannot write out of order to save my life. *sigh* and this male is a bit late with a few of revelations...
There will be a cover & blurb reveal, and I'll fill everyone in on that ASAP! :)
So, to answer some questions anyone may have.
1) Soul Promise IS from Henry's point of view.
2) The Soul Mate Series will form one long story told through the eyes of different characters.
3) Each book picks up where the previous on left off, so you won't have to fully relive experiences already lived. There will be moments of reflection though.
4) As of right now, I can't answer how many books there will be total in the series. My original plan (when I wrote the first draft of True Connection) is completely washed away due to the face lift process (revisions and editing)
I have a teaser picture for you to reward you for you if you've lasted this long...
Add to your Goodreads TBR
Next update!
A Message of Flowers!
It's getting a cover makeover and there will finally be a blog tour for it! YAY! I'm very excited about this!
New cover, paperbacks, and a tour :) It'll be so much fun!
That being said, if anyone would like to take part in the tour, please sign up HERE
Now for the last item on my list.
The introduction.
I know I've said that one of my next titles is Pucked... I know it's somewhere. But I also know I haven't talked about it much. So, that's what I'm going to do now!
Pucked is a Young Adult Contemporary. It'll be a stand alone, no series involved here. It's the story of a teenage girl who loves mud and four wheelers and a teenage boy who loves ice hockey.
I'm 1/3 of the way finished, but I'm so in love with this story, and I can't wait to share it with you all!
Add to your Goodreads TBRThat's all I have for now. Until next time, Keep Your Eye On The Puck! ;)
I've been terribly quiet and quite greedy with my books, if you ask me. I'm sorry! I've been working and handling a new routine and childrens....and I can feed you lame excuses all I want. True or not, they're quite lame.
So. Here's what I have for you today! An update, an introduction and a teaser. Hope that'll do for now. I'm trying not to suck here. But it may be fairly blah. But it is what I have.
First order of business.... The update.
Soul Promise...is being a pain in the rump. Why you ask? Well, for one, it's told from a male point of view... so go figure. No, really, it's revelation related. I'd get say 30 thousands words in and BAM, something is wrong, it's off... THIS is why. And this means you need to start back over. Why do I have to start back at the beginning for these revelations? Because I'm OCD and cannot write out of order to save my life. *sigh* and this male is a bit late with a few of revelations...
There will be a cover & blurb reveal, and I'll fill everyone in on that ASAP! :)
So, to answer some questions anyone may have.
1) Soul Promise IS from Henry's point of view.
2) The Soul Mate Series will form one long story told through the eyes of different characters.
3) Each book picks up where the previous on left off, so you won't have to fully relive experiences already lived. There will be moments of reflection though.
4) As of right now, I can't answer how many books there will be total in the series. My original plan (when I wrote the first draft of True Connection) is completely washed away due to the face lift process (revisions and editing)
I have a teaser picture for you to reward you for you if you've lasted this long...
Add to your Goodreads TBRNext update!
A Message of Flowers!
It's getting a cover makeover and there will finally be a blog tour for it! YAY! I'm very excited about this!
New cover, paperbacks, and a tour :) It'll be so much fun!
That being said, if anyone would like to take part in the tour, please sign up HERE
Now for the last item on my list.
The introduction.
I know I've said that one of my next titles is Pucked... I know it's somewhere. But I also know I haven't talked about it much. So, that's what I'm going to do now!
Pucked is a Young Adult Contemporary. It'll be a stand alone, no series involved here. It's the story of a teenage girl who loves mud and four wheelers and a teenage boy who loves ice hockey.
I'm 1/3 of the way finished, but I'm so in love with this story, and I can't wait to share it with you all!
Add to your Goodreads TBRThat's all I have for now. Until next time, Keep Your Eye On The Puck! ;)
Savage Delight by Sara Wolf
This is book 2, to find info and my review of book 1 click HERE.jpg)
Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth.
It's been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it'll stretch into infinity.
After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
Her past.
***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.
***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.
CHAPTER 1Part 1
3 Years25 Weeks5 Days
“Are you alright, sir?”I look up at the voice. A bellboy smiles cheerily at me. He has no idea who I am, or what I’ve been through, yet he has the nerve to smile. It’s been nineteen days since Isis Blake forgot about me. And yet he has the nerve to ask if I’m alright. I light another cigarette. “Get out of my face.”His expression falls, and he backs away. “S-Sure. Have a nice night.”I scoff and lean against a pillar of the grand marble roundabout of the Hilton hotel. I watch ridiculously fancy black cars shuffle in and out, dropping off equally puffed-up old rich people. Bellboys and concierges scurry around, calling taxis and directing valets. Revolving glass doors with gold accents constantly whirr and hiss over the mindless chatter. Women shriek with laughter, men guffaw; all of them oblivious, happy idiots. I can see the truth in their clothes and posture – five of the men are cheating on their wives. Two of them with far younger women, one of them exclusively with prostitutes. He not-so-subtly taps the ass of a passing blonde in a peacoat. She hides her grimace with an actress’ grace. When she sees me, she clips over in her heels with a mildly happier smile.“Jaden! Oh my god! It’s been forever!”“Three months, Lily.” I correct. “Three months, forever, same difference.” She laughs. Perfume wafts off her - the expensive, strong kind. The kind you buy when you have to cover up the pervasive smell of sex. “Finished with work?” I ask, and jerk my head at the man still watching her lecherously, his wife oblivious and clinging to his arm. Lily sighs. “Yeah, for the night. I’m about to head back to my place. What about you?”“Mayor’s daughter.” I motion to my tuxedo. “Winter ball.”“Bet you were the hottest guy there.”“It was a Catholic girls’ school.”“And the hottest guy she’ll ever have.”Lily is just a few years older than me, but she’s been in the Rose Club far longer. Lily isn’t her real name, just like Jaden isn’t mine. I don’t know her in real life, and she doesn’t know me. But sometimes we work in the same hotels, and she’s one of the few girls in the Rose Club who isn’t annoyingly bland. So we talk. “Seriously.” Lily elbows me. “I’ve seen her. She looks like an inbred Pomeranian on her best days.”“Now now,” I blow smoke into the sky. “Let’s not be nasty. She paid good money. And I respect and appreciate money.”Lily watches my face carefully as she waits for a taxi to cycle past. She furrows her thin brows.“What about your own prom?” She asks. “What about it?”“Are you going to that? Do you have a girlfriend? Or a date?”I took Sophia to my Junior prom. But it’s not Sophia who pops into my head. An image of Isis grows strong, dressed up in some silk dress. Red? Or blue? Purple, probably, to match her hair. She’d dance and drink and start at least four fights. It would be awful. It would be hilarious. I smirk at the thought, but it quickly fades. “No. I’m not going to the Senior one. It’s pointless – I’m graduating in five months, anyway. High school barely matters anymore.”She plucks the cigarette from my lips and grinds it under her heel. “When did you start smoking?” “When did you start seeing fit to mother me?” I snarl. “It’s not good for you.”“Neither is whoring.”Lily glowers. “We both have our reasons for doing that. You don’t have a reason to smoke. Unless you want to die early and painfully.”“And if I did, it would be none of your business.”Lily looks wounded. She hails a passing cab, and pauses in its open door to look back at me. “You’re one of us, Jaden,” She murmurs. “Society looks down on us. Customers objectify us. All we have is each other. So it is my business.” She pulls out her Rose Club card – white with pale gold stripes – and hands it to me. “If you ever need anything, or if you wanna talk, call me.”She’s gone before I can throw it back at her - gone before the gaping chasm in my chest has the chance to begin to bleed. I shake it off. I’m Jack Hunter. No one makes me bleed.Except one girl, at a party, nearly five months ago.I light another cigarette to cover the stench of weakness emanating off me. The women at the hotel’s entrance are eyeing me. If I so much as flinch in their direction, they’ll accost me, flirting with tired tactics and worn eagerness. They are just as bad as the men. They covet things that look nice. And when they can’t have what they covet, they squabble; quickly turning on each other in sickening displays of predatory possessiveness. I consider throwing Lily’s card in a nearby puddle. She has no idea what I’m going through. Ihave no idea what I’m going through. She can’t help me. Besides, her help is offered solely because she has designs on me. Even an idiot can see that much. ‘Not everything with a vagina likes you, dipshit!’ I whirl around at the sound of the voice. It’s so clear, so perfectly loud and obnoxious that it has to be her. But no purple streaks bob out of the crowd to greet me. No warm brown eyes crinkle with a smirk. I fall against the pillar again and laugh, putting my head in my hands as reality slips through my fingers. Get it together, Jack Hunter. You’re going to Harvard in seven months. Your mother is waiting for you to come home. Sophia is counting on you. Her surgery is imminent. You can’t go crazy. Belina needs your help. People are depending on you. You have a life to live, and no matter how much you wish on stars, no matter how much you bargain with God, or with the doctors, that life does not include Isis Blake any longer. You’re a stranger to her. The hole she burned in the ice must be mended.There is no warmth, anymore. You barely tasted it, barely felt it on your skin. It brushed against you for a single second. Something so small should not retain this much weight. It is illogical. You are illogical for letting it affect you so much. There is no warmth, Jack Hunter. Not for the likes of you. You have blood on your hands. You have duty, and guilt, and you can’t escape that. No one can help you escape.Not even her. “Jaden!” A shrill voice makes me look up. Cynthia, the Mayor’s daughter, waves me over to the limo. Her dark hair is over-curled and looks ridiculous. Her pink dress is too tight and low cut. Her circle of simpering friends have dropped their purses off and re-touched their makeup, and now they’re on their way to an after-party. We’re on our way. I’m being paid to be one of them, after all. I stub my cigarette out and put on my best smile.
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Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.Website: http://sarawolfbooks.blogspot.com/
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January 17, 2014
Danielle Taylor Cover Reveal
Blurb: Julia Burns can’t remember a day in her life when she didn’t have to work. So the ad in the paper sounds perfect to her – even if she does have to marry a complete stranger. Nicholas Steele isn’t used to being around people since the accident that left him disfigured. Having a permanent house guest isn’t his idea of fun, however, the press would have a field day if they found he and his new wife weren’t residing together. On paper, their ‘fake’ marriage fits both their needs, giving Nicholas a wife and Julia the security she's always dreamed of having. In reality, every moment Nicholas and Julia spend together brings them closer to falling for each other.Check out Danielle on Facebook
January 16, 2014
Alexa's Adytum by Jessica Cage
Synopsis:The queen is trapped inside her own mind, her Serve has been captured by Darkness, and the Navare are launching an attack in just a matter of days.
Lamar and Layal must lead the vampire masses in a battle against evil. It won't be an easy task. The Navare are nasty beasts, vampires given in to the call of Darkness. They have strength in numbers, a leader who is spiritually connected to their once queen Alecia, and a ton of twisted demons on their side.
For the vampires, its either find a way to wake Alexa or stand and fight. Which path should they choose when either may lead to their demise?
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About Jessica Cage:I am a young mother who at one point gave up on my dream to be a writer because everyone told me there was nothing in it for me. After having my son, I questioned, how can I inspire him to follow his dreams, reach for the stars, if I do not do it myself. Yes I have made some mistakes, slip ups and all, (some very embarrassing), but instead of tucking my tail between my legs and running away to hide, I stepped back a bit, cleaned up my act and now I am hitting the pavement hard. I am inviting all who are interested to come along with me on my journey as I seek to grow and improve as a woman, a mother, and a writer. Stalker LinksGoodreads Facebook Twitter
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January 5, 2014
Into You by Danielle Sibarium - Blog Tour
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“You start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably you hurt each other. I love you, but that didn't stop me from hurting you last night, or this morning. Love sucks. It's just the way it is.”Falling in love is easy. But what happens when that love has been tossed aside and trampled on by the person who swore to cherish it? Can you ever trust again, or will the bitter taste of betrayal keep you from allowing anyone else in? Carter and Elizabeth each have their own issues with love and trust. Both have had their hearts broken and carry the scars of the past into their relationship with each other. Is love ever enough? Can it overcome? Carter faces his past with Elizabeth by his side, but it continues to haunt him at every turn. Can he let go and believe in her enough to leave his past behind him or will he push too hard and send her running into another man’s arms?
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I looked around at the stores and shops, most of them were closed, with metal grates covering the windows. That was something you didn't see much of in Jersey, at least not where I lived. That and the attached stores packed so close together, one on top of the other. The stores and restaurants on the main streets tended to be close, but only for a few blocks. All of Brooklyn had this tight squeezed-in feel. I'd gotten my fill. I found myself looking to get away from the noise of the cars beeping, buses screeching and music blaring. I wanted to go home. Yearning to feel my cool, crisp sheets cradle my bare skin, I walked faster, looked down at my watch, and yawned. “Son of a bitch!” a male voice barked as I felt myself bounce off what felt like a brick wall. I shook it off realizing there are no walls in the middle of the sidewalk. The hard object I bumped into was a man. “Sorry,” I said, before even looking at him. The striking young man shook his head annoyed. He looked down at his chest to assess the damage. I followed his gaze, and gasped as I made out the egg carton against his chest oozing with gook. Without thinking, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a tissue and dabbed at the eggy spot on his suit jacket. I hesitated, embarrassed at the liberty I had taken. With heat filling my face I looked up, and met his eyes for the first time. My stomach tumbled. I stood frozen, mesmerized by his steely grey eyes. In an attempt to hide my awkwardness I pulled my hand away from him.“Forget it,” the handsome stranger said.“The yolks on you,” I recovered.
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Danielle Sibarium grew up as an only child of divorced parents in Brooklyn, New York. Her imagination was developed at an early age. Surrounded by stuffed animals and imaginary friends, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince. Danielle always loved dialogue and in elementary school began writing plays and short stories. This is when she began to understand she could not only bring her fantastical world to life for herself, but she could enchant others as well. And so she wrote. She wrote and wrote and wrote.Sadly the first piece she ever sent out for publication of any sort was a letter to the editor of The Home News Tribune.It was a piece of thanking the first responders for their bravery and selflessness on Sept. 11th. It was chosen as letter of the week. In 2007 Danielle collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody. In October 2011 Danielle’s debut novel For Always was released. She has since released The Heart Waves Trilogy, Heart Waves, Breaking Waves, and Waves of Love. Danielle graduated from Farleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children.
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“You start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably you hurt each other. I love you, but that didn't stop me from hurting you last night, or this morning. Love sucks. It's just the way it is.”Falling in love is easy. But what happens when that love has been tossed aside and trampled on by the person who swore to cherish it? Can you ever trust again, or will the bitter taste of betrayal keep you from allowing anyone else in? Carter and Elizabeth each have their own issues with love and trust. Both have had their hearts broken and carry the scars of the past into their relationship with each other. Is love ever enough? Can it overcome? Carter faces his past with Elizabeth by his side, but it continues to haunt him at every turn. Can he let go and believe in her enough to leave his past behind him or will he push too hard and send her running into another man’s arms?Buy Links - Amazon Kobo Nook
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I looked around at the stores and shops, most of them were closed, with metal grates covering the windows. That was something you didn't see much of in Jersey, at least not where I lived. That and the attached stores packed so close together, one on top of the other. The stores and restaurants on the main streets tended to be close, but only for a few blocks. All of Brooklyn had this tight squeezed-in feel. I'd gotten my fill. I found myself looking to get away from the noise of the cars beeping, buses screeching and music blaring. I wanted to go home. Yearning to feel my cool, crisp sheets cradle my bare skin, I walked faster, looked down at my watch, and yawned. “Son of a bitch!” a male voice barked as I felt myself bounce off what felt like a brick wall. I shook it off realizing there are no walls in the middle of the sidewalk. The hard object I bumped into was a man. “Sorry,” I said, before even looking at him. The striking young man shook his head annoyed. He looked down at his chest to assess the damage. I followed his gaze, and gasped as I made out the egg carton against his chest oozing with gook. Without thinking, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a tissue and dabbed at the eggy spot on his suit jacket. I hesitated, embarrassed at the liberty I had taken. With heat filling my face I looked up, and met his eyes for the first time. My stomach tumbled. I stood frozen, mesmerized by his steely grey eyes. In an attempt to hide my awkwardness I pulled my hand away from him.“Forget it,” the handsome stranger said.“The yolks on you,” I recovered.
Meet The Author -
Danielle Sibarium grew up as an only child of divorced parents in Brooklyn, New York. Her imagination was developed at an early age. Surrounded by stuffed animals and imaginary friends, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince. Danielle always loved dialogue and in elementary school began writing plays and short stories. This is when she began to understand she could not only bring her fantastical world to life for herself, but she could enchant others as well. And so she wrote. She wrote and wrote and wrote.Sadly the first piece she ever sent out for publication of any sort was a letter to the editor of The Home News Tribune.It was a piece of thanking the first responders for their bravery and selflessness on Sept. 11th. It was chosen as letter of the week. In 2007 Danielle collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody. In October 2011 Danielle’s debut novel For Always was released. She has since released The Heart Waves Trilogy, Heart Waves, Breaking Waves, and Waves of Love. Danielle graduated from Farleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children.Links - Facebook Twitter Website Goodreads
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January 3, 2014
I AM AN AUTHOR!
For those of you who don't really know me... I am a bit of a private person, on the shy side, but not so shy that I'm the little ball of flesh in the corner. Growing up, I was loud and the filter between my brain and mouth was nonexistent. Now that I'm an adult, I'm still on the loud side and sometimes that filter needs repairing. But for the most part, I'm reserved. Parts of me I keep hidden. Not that it's bad parts, but mostly, I'd rather just be home. I love my friends and family and enjoy spending time with them, but I'd still rather be home. I'm also a big chicken. I've successfully shocked my friends and family when I made the decision to publish True Connection and continue on this journey.
For a while, I kept it under wraps in my real life. Only a select few really knew what I was doing. As it got closer to pressing publish back in July, a few more people learned about it. Either my husband or another person who knew would talk about it to someone else. Word spreads like wildfire sometimes, I'm sure you're all aware of that fact.
Eventually, I was comfortable talking about my book to the people I know in real life and spent time with regularly.
One day in August, I went to a jewelry store in my city. They had some nice things, the ladies were very nice, and they even offered to clean my rings just for stopping in.
As one lady was cleaning my rings, the other lady decided to try to get to know me better. Here's where my normal hermit-self would've backed away and sat quietly on the ugly, but comfy, chairs provided. But, I had decided that I would be okay with talking to ONE person in my town that I'd never met prior to this, and tell them, "I am an author" if it came up.
She asked where I was from and when she found out I was local, she got excited and rambled questions quicker than a machine gun. I did my best to process her accent and answer everything quickly and to the best of my knowledge. She asked, "What do you do for work?" I responded, "I'm an author." Now, she's an older lady, and one who obviously hears about books and books that turn into movies. But my guess, she doesn't really read, or at least not the most popular books that get turned into movies. Mind you, this is the FIRST time I've EVER told a STRANGER that "I'm an author." Her response to this was, "You write books like Harry Potter! Harry Potter writes books!" I smile, and begin to correct her, when she tilts her head and says, "You're not British."
I stutter and scramble for something to say. But I can only think of one lame, but honest, thing to say, "I'm not British." The woman laughed a little and finally asked for my name and the title of my book and where to purchase it. I was so thrilled that she even wanted to give me a chance, I'm not Harry Potter or British, and she still wanted to know! LOL. So, I told her various websites she can pick it up, and even told her about Amazon's free Kindle app in case she needed that.
By the time we're done with this, customers walk in and she tells me to have a seat until my rings are done.
I sit and admire some pretty sapphire necklaces, and finally my rings are finished. I jump up, grab them, politely thank her, and attempt to make a quick exit to tell my husband all about my failed first "coming out," when she does something that made me freeze and instantly turn flame red.
"Bye Rachel! I'll look for your book tonight!" and to the customers, "She's an author, like Harry Potter but not British, and she's local!"
I smile, shyly. All the while wishing I could become a turtle and suck into myself to hide.
Female customer - "She's an author?!"
Male customer - "I've never seen one of those in real life before."
My only thought, I've become my city's very own three headed bearded lady, all because I opened my big mouth to a stranger.
Since then, I've managed to overcome my fear of being a local sideshow attraction and I've even done a book signing in a local bookstore. I've published another book and have become a bit more comfortable talking about my profession. I've even dealt with an argumentative drunk guy about me writing a book. He didn't believe me, or was in shock, or it was just alcohol. But needless to say, it was annoying. The guy followed me around all night, asked the same questions over and over again, and even followed myself and my family out to our car when we left, asking those same questions. "You really wrote a book?" "Can I read your book?" "Where did you go to school?" "You didn't take writing courses in college?" and various other questions. I was short with him a few times, and may have even used the phrase, "Yes, I wrote 529 pages of sh*t." But it had no affect on him. However, that comment earned me the status of "Best Salesman of the Year" from some sarcastic friends.
There is a point to this, promise.
It goes as follows...
I AM AN AUTHOR! I'm proud of myself for finally being able to say those words. I won't say it often in public...but I will say it. I'm to the point where I'm comfortable saying it. Now, me celebrating myself...that's another bag of worms for another blog post. One that will hopefully be funnier.
Hope everyone has had a wonderfully, safe, and warm holiday. And STAY WARM! Also, send some warm weather to PA...I know I've forgotten what warmth feels like...LOL.
For a while, I kept it under wraps in my real life. Only a select few really knew what I was doing. As it got closer to pressing publish back in July, a few more people learned about it. Either my husband or another person who knew would talk about it to someone else. Word spreads like wildfire sometimes, I'm sure you're all aware of that fact.
Eventually, I was comfortable talking about my book to the people I know in real life and spent time with regularly.
One day in August, I went to a jewelry store in my city. They had some nice things, the ladies were very nice, and they even offered to clean my rings just for stopping in.
As one lady was cleaning my rings, the other lady decided to try to get to know me better. Here's where my normal hermit-self would've backed away and sat quietly on the ugly, but comfy, chairs provided. But, I had decided that I would be okay with talking to ONE person in my town that I'd never met prior to this, and tell them, "I am an author" if it came up.
She asked where I was from and when she found out I was local, she got excited and rambled questions quicker than a machine gun. I did my best to process her accent and answer everything quickly and to the best of my knowledge. She asked, "What do you do for work?" I responded, "I'm an author." Now, she's an older lady, and one who obviously hears about books and books that turn into movies. But my guess, she doesn't really read, or at least not the most popular books that get turned into movies. Mind you, this is the FIRST time I've EVER told a STRANGER that "I'm an author." Her response to this was, "You write books like Harry Potter! Harry Potter writes books!" I smile, and begin to correct her, when she tilts her head and says, "You're not British."
I stutter and scramble for something to say. But I can only think of one lame, but honest, thing to say, "I'm not British." The woman laughed a little and finally asked for my name and the title of my book and where to purchase it. I was so thrilled that she even wanted to give me a chance, I'm not Harry Potter or British, and she still wanted to know! LOL. So, I told her various websites she can pick it up, and even told her about Amazon's free Kindle app in case she needed that.
By the time we're done with this, customers walk in and she tells me to have a seat until my rings are done.
I sit and admire some pretty sapphire necklaces, and finally my rings are finished. I jump up, grab them, politely thank her, and attempt to make a quick exit to tell my husband all about my failed first "coming out," when she does something that made me freeze and instantly turn flame red.
"Bye Rachel! I'll look for your book tonight!" and to the customers, "She's an author, like Harry Potter but not British, and she's local!"
I smile, shyly. All the while wishing I could become a turtle and suck into myself to hide.
Female customer - "She's an author?!"
Male customer - "I've never seen one of those in real life before."
My only thought, I've become my city's very own three headed bearded lady, all because I opened my big mouth to a stranger.
Since then, I've managed to overcome my fear of being a local sideshow attraction and I've even done a book signing in a local bookstore. I've published another book and have become a bit more comfortable talking about my profession. I've even dealt with an argumentative drunk guy about me writing a book. He didn't believe me, or was in shock, or it was just alcohol. But needless to say, it was annoying. The guy followed me around all night, asked the same questions over and over again, and even followed myself and my family out to our car when we left, asking those same questions. "You really wrote a book?" "Can I read your book?" "Where did you go to school?" "You didn't take writing courses in college?" and various other questions. I was short with him a few times, and may have even used the phrase, "Yes, I wrote 529 pages of sh*t." But it had no affect on him. However, that comment earned me the status of "Best Salesman of the Year" from some sarcastic friends.
There is a point to this, promise.
It goes as follows...
I AM AN AUTHOR! I'm proud of myself for finally being able to say those words. I won't say it often in public...but I will say it. I'm to the point where I'm comfortable saying it. Now, me celebrating myself...that's another bag of worms for another blog post. One that will hopefully be funnier.
Hope everyone has had a wonderfully, safe, and warm holiday. And STAY WARM! Also, send some warm weather to PA...I know I've forgotten what warmth feels like...LOL.
December 20, 2013
Christmas Salvation by Dani Morales Release Day
NA Title 18+ ONLY
Christmas Salvation is a Deviate Novella
“Our love is infinite.”
Paths were crossed and destiny was set into motion, but sometimes fate needs a helping hand...or two. Angel proposed to Nevaeh in hopes to start their happily ever after, but something is holding her back. Can the past remain in the past or will it haunt her future? Angel’s past makes an appearance that sets Neveah off into familiar territory. Can they both move forward and start a new life together?
Can this Christmas hold their salvation?
Author BioDani Morales is a native Texan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada with her three boys and her mother. She adopted the boys in December of 2011 and loves spending every minute playing with them. On her spare time you can find a book in her hand or sitting in front of the computer typing out stories that run rampant in her mind. Her debut novel Entrelacen released in April 2013, followed by Deviation, her second novel and first in the Deviate Series, in August 2013.
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Christmas Salvation is a Deviate Novella
“Our love is infinite.”Paths were crossed and destiny was set into motion, but sometimes fate needs a helping hand...or two. Angel proposed to Nevaeh in hopes to start their happily ever after, but something is holding her back. Can the past remain in the past or will it haunt her future? Angel’s past makes an appearance that sets Neveah off into familiar territory. Can they both move forward and start a new life together?
Can this Christmas hold their salvation?
Author BioDani Morales is a native Texan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada with her three boys and her mother. She adopted the boys in December of 2011 and loves spending every minute playing with them. On her spare time you can find a book in her hand or sitting in front of the computer typing out stories that run rampant in her mind. Her debut novel Entrelacen released in April 2013, followed by Deviation, her second novel and first in the Deviate Series, in August 2013.
LinksFacebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads
Add Christmas Salvation on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19014189-christmas-salvation
Buy Links Smashwords | Amazon Buy Deviation, book 1 in the Deviate Series Now Amazon | Barnes&Noble
