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Tell Again Tuesday Becoming Published, Part II by Stacy Hoff

Tell Again Tuesday
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.

We had to share the second part of the story. If you already read it from the lead last week then go get one of Stacy’s books.

Becoming Published, Part II by Stacy Hoff

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Stacy Hoff

When I was a young lawyer (almost twenty years ago) I wrote short fiction stories just for my own entertainment. My pieces were comical because surviving my combative profession always requires a few laughs. The stories were also therapeutic – I had my characters live out problems similar to ones I was having as a “newbie” law associate.

I didn’t have much confidence back then. Not only as an attorney (I was not only female, but I looked young enough to be carded) but as a writer. I was an English major in college, but that hardly meant I was James Joyce incarnate.

With encouragement from my family, I gathered up what little courage I had . . .

For the rest of the blog go to:

https://nightsofpassion.wordpress.com/2015/12/18/becoming-published-part-ii-by-stacy-hoff/

 

 

Friday Feature Janis Lane Murder in the Neighborhood

Friday Feature
A Talk with
Janis Lane
Author of
Murder In The Neighborhood

 

Just a note about Murder in the Neighborhood before we turn the blog over to Janis. Donald’s five star review of the book was titled “Twist and turns in a small town” and said that while the book starts slowly with a homicide investigation, the rich descriptive tapestry of the small town of Hubbard, in Western New York, in the first weeks of October keeps you interested. The hero, Detective Kevin Fowler, is a splendidly described character and the book picks up momentum with the arrival of the heroine, Miss Beverly Hampton, and continues to pick up speed to the point that you do not want to put it down. You become engaged in the lives of the people of Hubbard, Beverly, Kevin, and whether or not he will be able to solve the murder. The twist and turns of their relationship along with the problems, of what seems an insolvable murder, make this book by Janis Lane one you should read.

Now over to you Janis.

Thanks for hosting me, Catherine and Donald. I always enjoy a visit with you two.

One of the most frequent questions I get asked is who I base my characters on. I try to explain that never do I put a real person in my books. In other words, I work like Dr. Frankenstein. I take parts of people and make another whole person, who is completely fictional.

In MURDER IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, I confess to using my brother-in-law and his bride more than most. He is a cop and she works closely by his side. I’ve had some wild experiences as a house guest that stuck with me. One sleepy lunch time, I climbed in the back of his patrol car to catch a ride to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. I sat in the back staring sleepily at the cage, listening to the radio barking out unintelligible messages. Suddenly I was pulling G’s while the car hit breathtaking speeds. Next I knew we were sitting in the medium of highway 75 with a terrifying number of cars whizzing by on both sides. I counted at least 5 rotating lights on state patrol cars and thought there might just be something bad happening. Turns out a DB (dead body) had been spotted.

I think to this day, my brother-in-law had forgotten I was in the back seat. A writer won’t forget an experience like that soon. It’s fodder for a fertile imagination.

Settings are another subject. I admit freely I use parts of my village, thinly disguised and altered with another name, Hubbard, NY. It’s fiction, I hasten to remind you. Nevertheless, my friends thumb through searching what they might recognize.

Blurb:

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.

EXCERPT:

The seasoned detective supposed it was as good a day as any to die. He had seen bodies frozen in the snow, rotting in the rain and in sun so hot the flesh cooked on the bones before the vultures could find them. This death was almost dignified in contrast. The woman appeared as if she decided to take a rest on her steps and someone came along and taped her face up until she smothered. There seemed to be no struggle; just that claw shape to the hands and the swollen face with the one bulging eye. She was still stiff with rigor mortis, hadn’t been dead so very long.

Closely, Fowler studied the woman staring sightlessly at blue sky filtered through an overhead canopy of trees. Dyed blond hair, roots showing an inch of gray, stood thinly away from her head, which sat, almost neckless, on fat-padded shoulders, her waist merely an indentation before the rounded stomach began. Wide jeans rolled up at the ankles and a pair of scruffy bedroom slippers stuck out at right angles. A red sweat shirt, letters reading, “Gentlemen prefer blondes,” inundated across large mounds of breasts. Sitting to one side, a plastic jack-o-lantern filled with dried grasses grinned grotesquely.

Eddie, the rookie policeman, pushed his hat to the back of his head, then reached for the yellow crime scene tape to encircle the house and small front yard. He glanced enviously at the detective who matched him in height, but outstripped him in breadth of shoulders. Fowler was wearing a light-weight jacket unzipped underneath which peeked a semi-automatic in a shoulder harness.

Detective Kevin Fowler couldn’t claim a handsome face—the broken nose settled that—but his square jaw, the dimple in his chin and the rich chestnut hair which fell in a stubborn hank over his forehead captured the attention of the female officer busily collecting evidence. She tucked a plastic baggie into her work kit, sealed it with tape and wrote with a black marker across the top. As she snapped her plastic gloves off and gazed at Fowler with an intent expression on her face, her partner felt a stab of envy. Damn him anyway, Eddie thought, but without any real malice or heat. Fowler was a hard man to hate.

“Duct tape again. The universal-versatile tool brought to a new use,” Jill, the uniformed policewoman, joked to maintain her center of gravity. She hadn’t been in on many homicides.

“The killer had to be a man. You males are all fascinated to find new uses for that gray tape.” She had drifted close to where Fowler was standing as he gazed down at the body. She pushed at her blonde hair, tucking it around her ears, and Eddie the Cop knew she was attracted to the detective. She used that unconscious gesture to the face and hair that women do when a virile man arrives on the premises. He watched enviously.

“Yeah, a big roll of duct tape can sure come in handy,” Fowler answered absently.

“Photographer been here yet?” he asked. He grunted with satisfaction when the answer was yes and reached over to brush a leaf out of the dead woman’s hair.

“Ambulance on the way?” He took a small notebook out of his pocket and wrote a line or two, glancing over at the corpse.

“He’s a little late, but on the way,” Eddie answered. “Wreck out on the highway with injuries. He’ll be here presently.”

“How about the Medical Examiner’s office? Anybody from there show up yet?”

“Nope. We called it in right away, and they said they’d be here soon. Haven’t heard a word since,” Eddie answered.

“Get some bags on those hands, will you, Jill?” Fowler glanced up at the officer who jerked around to reach for her equipment with an embarrassed look on her face.

“Either of you move the body? Move anything? Touch anything?” They both shook their heads no.

“How about the photographer? He mess around with the evidence?” Jill shook her head vehemently.

“He’s still here. Went over to his car to get another camera, I think.” She pointed to a van parked down the street. “He was very professional, as usual. Took a lot of pictures though. Thought he’d never get finished. You’d think he’s never worked with a corpse before. You want me to get him?” she said as she slipped clear plastic bags over the victim’s hands and fastened them with rubber bands.

She didn’t add that she hadn’t either. This was a first for her partner and her, but they knew the routine. Just that in a small town, nothing much this serious ever happened. They didn’t get many, if any, chances to practice what they had learned at the academy. She’d almost lost her cookies when she first got there, but she had a good handle on her stomach now.

“No. I expect he’ll be back in a minute.” Fowler looked down the block.

It was a near perfect, early October day, the third on a Wednesday; temperatures in the mid 60’s, sun shining with a mild zephyr puffing by now and then. An expectant hush had fallen over one of the residential neighborhoods of the small town located in Western New York. The neighbors had to be peeking out their windows—two black and whites parked in the front yard –but were respectfully remaining inside for now. Fowler thought he understood. Hubbard was, by and large, a town of mannerly citizens and good sidewalks. People walked out safely and often and it was unusual on such a nice day to see the scenery totally devoid of human activity

“Either of you question the neighbors? Who made the call?”

“A neighbor. She had to go. Said she’d be back soon and gave us her name and address. She stayed with the body until we got here. I think she lives a few doors down.” Eddie handed over a scrap of paper with the address which Fowler looked at and stuck in his pocket.

A new black sedan pulled to the curb and three men exited. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized the doctor and his assistants. The representatives of the ME’s Office had arrived and would handle the body and the forensic evidence which had been gathered from then on.

Fowler looked the new arrivals over and shook his head. Those doctors got younger every year. This one must be so fresh out of med school his ears still looked moist, even though they had to spend extra years specializing in forensic pathology. Or else he was getting old. Nah. They were graduating babies.

They all turned at the sound of a siren and the flash of red lights that signaled the arrival of the ambulance. It whined to a stop at the curb, scattering dried leaves and sending them whirling red and gold.   A couple of neighborhood dogs barked wildly and one howled. The sirens must sound like a freight train moving through to the dog’s ultra sensitive ears, Fowler thought and could see doors opening and a few heads popping out up and down the street.

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1619355701?redirect=true&ref_=s9_simh_gw_g14_i1_r

BIO: Janis Lane lives and writes in picturesque Western NY. She divides her time between her computer, where she writes Cozy Mysteries and Regency Romances, and the plant nursery where she plays with plants, flowers, and bouquets. Look for a new Detective Kevin Fowler release, MURDER ON BLAKE HILL, due out summer ’16.

New Regency by Emma Lane will debut in March: Tutored by a Duke.

emmajlane.com

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000338539637

 

 

Wednesday Special Spotlight A Lady’s Vanishing Choices Wareeze Woodson

Wednesday Special Spotlight
Focuses on
A Lady’s Vanishing Choices

Excerpt from A Lady’s Vanishing Choices

The clatter of a thud and scrape against the ground reached Bethany’s ears. What on earth? Alert now, she strained to listen. Again the thud and scrape echoed in a steady rhythm. She recognized the noise of a shovel being plied. Such a sound deep in the forest instantly announced something unusual, even sinister and dangerous. The hairs on back of her neck stood on end and she froze in place. She was alone, vulnerable. Discovery of her presence could herald a ruined reputation perhaps even sending her into actual peril. She shivered. Why had she allowed vexation and self-pity to drive her to act on such a reckless impulse?

Holding her breath, she inched forward ever so quietly and crouched behind a screen of bushes. Alarm curled down her spine, but the urge to discover the source of the sound pushed her forward. Peeking through the foliage, she viewed a small clearing with a mound of freshly turned dirt piled in the center. A man flung another scoop full onto the heap and continued to dig. What could possibly be his purpose? The odor of moist soil reached Bethany, reminding her of her situation, alone and deep in the woods. She recalled the old adage about curiosity and the cat. She caught her breath. The cat died. Nevertheless, she couldn’t drag herself away.

A Lady’s Vanishing Choices–blurb

Vexed with her aunt, Bethany takes the gig without permission. She pulls up to master her temper and wanders into the woods. From her sheltered position, she watches a man bury a long bundle large enough to hold a corpse. She thinks she has escaped undetected, but danger follows her. In her reckless handling of the ribbons, she nearly runs Lord Royce Rivton off the lane.

Lord Rivton is in search of a spy and must investigate her family, his closest neighbor. Both at cross purposes, the sparks fly and when he rescues her, he places her in a compromising position. They marry as expected, but their road is not smooth. She is still in mortal danger. He must find and capture the killer/spy while trying to save his wife. A tattered string weaves together this tale of murder, abduction and espionage.

Buy link on Amazon: http://amzn.com/B017BO4ZQC

Wareeze’s web page: http://www.wareezewoodson.com/

 

Tell Again Tuesday Becoming Published, Part I by Stacy Hoff

Tell Again Tuesday
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.

Have you ever been down this road? We emphasize with Stacy.

Becoming Published, Part I by Stacy Hoff

Posted on December 11, 2015 by Stacy Hoff

I’m looking back on my road to publication. The (newly released) print edition of my second book, LAWFULLY YOURS, has made me nostalgic. And grateful. It’s been a very long emotional journey. How long? About twenty years!

LAWFULLY YOURS is the very first story I ever wrote. Yes, even before my first published book (DESIRE IN THE EVERGLADES) was a thought in my wacky, quirky, crazy little head. LAWFULLY YOURS did not start out as a story, though.

I had written little vignettes based on my own life as a young female lawyer. The scenarios I wrote were made up for . . .

For the rest of the blog go to:

‎https://nightsofpassion.wordpress.com/2015/12/11/becoming-published-part-i-by-stacy-hoff/‎

 

 

Friday Feature D.R. Grady The Dragon Chronicles Book 2: Shifting

Friday Features
Welcomes
D.R. Grady
Author of
The Dragon Chronicles Book 2: Shifting

 

D.R. Grady has stopped by to share her new book, The Dragon Chronicles Book 2: Shifting, and an interesting thought about shifting. Her heroine has a unique problem in she shifting world and D.R. points out how we can relate to the characters problem. Take it away D.R.

Thank you.

Many of us have encountered that heart-dropping situation where we attend a function, stand with a group of like-minded people, and realize we don’t belong. It’s an uncomfortable, sometimes antagonistic place, to be present, yet not accepted. Not fitting in is one of the most uncomfortable social situations to face.

But, what if this terrible dilemma has shaped your entire life? For Dr. Keely Bennett, this is her reality. She is supposedly a part of the Bennett family, but not really, because Keely has never shifted into a wolf. Therefore, she has never felt like a true member of her own family. In her mind, she’s always been lacking.

Her new mate, a wolf, and his pack only exacerbate this difference. Can she overcome her fears and faults to be the woman Hugh Blackwolfe needs? Or will she allow this inability to govern her life?

D.R. that makes for an interesting point of view. Now here is a bit about the book and an excerpt.

Blurb:

Dr. Keely Bennett, a healer at Paranym University, can’t shift.

Her mate, Hugh Blackwolfe doesn’t mind—but his pack sure does. Hugh is the strongest alpha on the east coast and the pack’s single females challenge Keely, forcing her to find a shifter willing to meet and win this challenge for her, so that she and Hugh can mate.

Keely’s dragon best friend, Lindy, with her controller and mate, Alex, also struggle with shifting. They must learn the nuances of how Lindy shifts, and soon.

After several random attacks, and with an unknown enemy gunning for all of them, time may be running out. As if Keely doesn’t already feel unworthy, the dragon appears to be calling everyone but her to her team of allies.

Excerpt:

A vehicle careened into the compound. It scattered wolves as it barreled into the circle, and with a screeching of brakes that nearly burst his eardrums, halted right in front of him.

The crazy driver spilled from the vehicle and the fresh scent of his mate soothed the fire. Keely.

He took a deeper breath, pulling her inside so it didn’t hurt as bad.

Cool fingers brushed over his face. Keely’s scent washed over him, stronger than before. “Hugh, stay with me.” Her voice was like salve to his throbbing ears.

“You need to get your brakes fixed.”

A startled laugh burst from her and still those cool fingers. Something tugged at his shirt. When had he shifted back to his human form?

He stilled and reached out to grasp Keely’s wrist. “You can’t be here.”

“Nonsense. I’m a healer. You’re my mate.” Cool morning air danced over his side where the rabid wolf had slashed him. It felt good.

Until Keely applied something that stung like fire antag poison. He jackknifed, clamping a hand over his fiery side and gaped at her. His heart leaped in his chest. She was fresh and dewy as the morning, her soothing scent surrounding him. Yet the worry in her eyes and the grim lines around her mouth stole from the picture.

“Okay, into the truck with you.” She hunkered to help him gain his feet.

“Um, Keely.” Jason stepped forward. His eyebrows touched over his nose.

“Help me get him into my vehicle.”

The command in her voice sent Jason into motion. He gestured to another man, a beta named Brian. Both men shouldered his weight as Keely yanked open the passenger door. She directed them to fasten Hugh in the passenger seat. Then she turned to his betas.

“Destroy this wolf.” She pointed to the dead brown wolf. “Make certain you cleanse the earth far below and surrounding it.”

Jason nodded. “We will.”

“Keep all the young close. Do not allow them out alone. And none of you should wander off into the woods alone either.” Keely glanced around the circle. “You also need to start arming yourselves. Shoot anything rabid on sight.”

She rounded the front of the vehicle. It took her mere seconds to turn the engine and roar out of the compound.

“Keely,” he stated, but the inferno flashed through him, turning his insides to liquid. Hugh clamped his teeth instead.

“Just stay quiet.”

“What did you do?”

“I applied something to thwart the rabies, at least slow it down. I’ve never used it on a powerful alpha before though.”

“It slows the process?”

“Yes, usually.” Her mouth tightened.

“But?”

“But again, you’re a powerful alpha. I don’t know if it will work on you.”

“You can at least slow it down?” Maybe he could set his affairs and pack in order before he died.

“Yes. This way we can figure out a cure.”

His exclamation strangled as more intense heat melted his internal organs. “Baby, there is no cure for this. I’m dying.”

Her glare further scalded him. “I’m a healer.” Keely’s sniff even stopped some of the flashfire as it spread, igniting everything inside him.

Nausea churned his stomach. “I really wanted to mate with you.” Clammy sweat coated his body.

“If you give up on me, Hugh Blackwolfe . . .” Her jaw hardened.

His lips curled for a moment, before he snarled through the pain. “I love you too.”

 

If this has your interest you can get the book here

 

Now for a little bit about the author and where to find her:

D.R. Grady lives with her husband near Hershey, PA. She adores chocolate, laughing, collecting bags, books, and shoes, and writing stories that resonate with others.

 

Website

Twitter

Amazon Author page

Facebook Page

Google+

 

Wednesday Special Spotlight Prophecy Lea Kirk

Wednesday Special Spotlight
Shines on
Prophecy
Book One of the Prophecy Series
Blurb:

A nightmare of galactic proportions…

One normal day turns into horror when Earth is attacked. Now ER nurse Alexandra Bock is imprisoned aboard an alien slave ship with no way out. She deems all aliens untrustworthy, including the handsome blue-skinned Matiran captain who shares her cell.

A betrayal from within…

One night of treachery leaves Senior Captain Gryf Helyg a prisoner of his enemies. Because of him, Earth’s inhabitants face extinction and his home world is threatened. But his plans for escape are complicated by his inexplicable draw to the Earth woman imprisoned with him.

A chance to save both their peoples…

One ancient prophecy holds the key to free Alexandra and Gryf’s war-ravaged worlds. Can two wounded souls who have lost everything learn to trust and forgive in order to fulfill the prophecy, and find a love that will last for eternity?

Excerpt:

“May I sit with you?”

Alex startled then lifted her head and looked up at Gryf. As impossible as the situation seemed, his presence made it better.

She gave herself a mental shake. What was she thinking? Nothing could make it better, not even this man. She shrugged one shoulder. “Sure. Go ahead.”

He sank to the floor to sit cross-legged in front of her. “You did not sleep.”

It was a statement, not a question, but she shook her head anyway. “Not well.”

“It is understandable.”

“You haven’t either, have you?”

“Dante makes sure I am rested, but no…I have not slept well on my own since the fall of the Guardians.”

That wasn’t healthy. “You mean that Dante uses his Gift to help you sleep?”

“Yes. It is called dormio, the healing sleep.”

She shifted her gaze to the toes of her nursing shoes. They’d once been clean and white. What an odd thought. Did it matter how clean or white they’d been? Or that her rose-pink scrubs were now covered in dirt and grass stains—and torn in several places? She slid a finger into the ripped fabric at her knee.

Gryf’s hand moved as though to touch her, then he stopped and placed it back on his leg. A warm flush rushed to her cheeks and she frowned.

“I don’t need your pity, you know.” She wiggled her finger in the rip. “It’s enough that I’m feeling sorry for myself, so just say whatever it is you want to say.”

“I do not pity you, Alexandra,” he replied softly. “I feel empathy for your losses, but I would never pity you. You are a strong soul, and deserve more respect than that from me, or anyone.”

Purchase Links:

US links

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFRAmazon

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFRiTunes

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFRB-N

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFRKobo

International Amazon links

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFR-AU

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFR-CA

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFR-JP

http://tinyurl.com/ProphecySFRKobo

Author Bio:

Lea Kirk loves to transport her readers to other worlds with her romances of science fiction and time travel. Her fascination with science fiction began at six years old when her dad introduced her to the original Star Trek TV series. She fell in love with the show, and was even known to run through her parents’ house wearing the tunic top of her red knit pantsuit and her white go-go boots pretending to be Lieutenant Uhura. By nine years old she knew she wanted to be a writer, and in her teens she read her first romance and was hooked.

Ms. Kirk lives in Northern California with her wonderful hubby of twenty-five years and their five kids (aka, the nerd herd). She’s also proud of her seven times great-grandson. Apparently her stories will inspire James T. to join Star Fleet Academy. She learned this in the 1980’s when James sought out her counsel on where to find a pair of humpback whales.

Contact Links:

Website: http://www.leakirk.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14584538.Lea_Kirk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LeaKirkAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LeaKirkWrites

 

 

Tell Again Tuesday Accounting 101 for Authors Series

Tell Again Tuesday
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.

Here is one about writing and an upcoming series you should go follow before tax season really gets you bogged down.

Accounting 101 for Authors Series

What exactly is “accounting”?

Accounting is the systematic recording, reporting, and analysis of financial transactions of a business.

Are my novels and is my writing a business?

Yes. Definitely, yes.

And, because it’s a business, you should treat it as such. Just how much and how little is up to you; however, any business proprietor should be as responsible as they can when it comes to their business finances, and more importantly, both the Federal and State taxes for the business.

With over sixteen years of experience as a Financial Controller, my Accounting 101 for Authors series is a complete overview on all the aspects of business accounting, what to do, and more importantly, what not to do, as well as Federal tax help for your budding author business.

When is the series going to begin?

For the rest of the blog go to:

http://longvalleypress.com/2016/01/06/accounting-101-for-authors-series/

Friday Feature J. Paulette Forshey THE TARCZAL ALLIANCE

Friday Feature
Author
Paulette Forshey’s
Book
THE TARCZAL ALLIANCE

 

Bio:

Paulette Forshey is an award winning, internationally read author. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two dogs, a Basset Hound and a Papillon. She writes romance in the sub-genres of paranormal, contemporary, thriller, fantasy, and erotica. Learn more about her at http://www.jpauletteforshey.com/

Blurb:

THE TARCZAL ALLIANCE: A woman with a legendary past. A vampire with a broken heart. Their love could change the world.

Excerpt:

The profile on her stated she was in her early thirties, and hmm, those years fit her like a thong on one of Hef’s bunnies. Logan Kincaid relaxed against the old oak, letting a wide grin slide into place. He watched the woman cross the street. Pretty didn’t describe her; knock-out did. He’d recognized her from the scholarship file picture when she arrived at the outdoor market. Long blonde hair, longer legs, and intelligent green eyes, all his weaknesses rolled into one.

* * * * *

Chin high, shoulders squared, Allyson Weston exited her car and walked to the courthouse patio. A cloud passed over the warm, noonday sun giving her a sudden chill. The previous night’s dreams and the past tugged at her memory. But, the harder she tried to draw those thoughts to the surface, the more they eluded her. A shiver rocked across her stiff shoulders from the emptiness of the elusive dreams. Her hand fisted at her side. No, I won’t give in to self-doubt. This is my time. My chance to live my life, not the life someone else wants me to live.

She shook her feelings off and crossed the street, stepping up her pace. At her wrists, wide bracelets, almost medieval in their simplicity, of silver and hammered copper glinted in the sun. Her hands bore rings on every finger, slender whispers of silver, some resembling twisted vines, roses, and a couple with polished earthy stones. Her earrings of metal and stone flashed color, brilliance, tinkling with each movement. The light brush of metal against her neck shored her resolve. Her uptight, control-freak, estranged husband would’ve hated the flashy earrings which only made her love them more. The divorce couldn’t be finalized soon enough for her.

Contacts:

http://www.jpauletteforshey.com/

email: lvkkincaid7@yahoo.com

FaceBook: paulette.forshey@facebook.com

Twitter: @ForsheyJ

Linked In: https://www.linkedin.com/pub/jpaulette-forshey/3b/567/b76

Amazon.com (print version) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0986196304?

Amazon.com (ebook version) http://amzn.com/B00YFUHV12

Barnes&Noble (print version) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-tarczal-alliance-j-paulette-forshey/1105958800?ean=9780986196300

 

Wednesday Special Spotlight Untouchable Lover

Wednesday Special Spotlight
Focuses on
Untouchable Lover

 

Blurb:

A devastating war…

Across the globe, shape-shifting Lemurian warriors battle against a deadly enemy in the dark of night. The prize—Earth’s most precious resource—water, and the fate of humankind. To unite the soldiers, Lemurian gods send the diverse species to the underground Keep to join forces with their brethren and contend against their adversary.

An illicit allure…

While searching for his missing healer, King Noeh didn’t expect to find an unusual, green-eyed female chained to the wall in an abandoned asylum deep in the woods, evidence of her torment in the branding iron at her feet. Captivated, he rescues the petite female and brings her to his underground home. Despite the requirement to select a queen of his species by the next new moon or lose his crown, a forbidden attraction blooms.

A tormented soul…

Haunted by the memory of her dead mate and child, Melissa can’t escape her past or her future. On the run from her controlling master, she didn’t intend to get captured by the enemy, or be rescued by a brooding, handsome king. When she succumbs to her need for a male’s blood and drinks from the honorable king, she can’t ignore the compelling desire he ignites in her soul.

Excerpt:

“You escaped. Perhaps I should put you in the dungeon.” Noeh’s voice was low and threatening. The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear.

She wanted to pound her fists against his body. “I’ll just pick my way out of there, too.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

He stood. Against her will, her body responded to his intense stare. He headed straight for her, a wall of pure, masculine strength.

She stilled as he approached. Without thought, she squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the center.

He placed his palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and personal, he invaded her space as if he had every right.

“I don’t usually have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold flecks mixing with the blue.

She met his glance and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”

The skin around his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be right about that.”

His actions were contradictory to who he was. As king, he needed to find himself a queen, a Stiyaha queen. Yet, here he was, alone with her.

He walked around the exam table and approached her from behind, closing the distance between them. “Nice, very nice.”

As she continued to scrub the table, his warm breath tickled her nape, sending shivers of desire down her spine. He placed his palm over the back of her hand. His large hand dwarfed hers, but his touch was gentle. Her skin lit up at the contact, and she gasped.

He chuckled. The sound reverberated through his chest and flowed deep into her heart. He moved their hands together over the surface of the wood, and they polished the table together.

“Like this?” he asked as he leaned over her back. The brush of their bodies burned like fire.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Buy links:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123057770?ean=2940152720044

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/untouchable-lover

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1064134542

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019ZVIC8G?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 –

Author bio:

After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She writes Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance inspired by classics from the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres layered with a good, hot dose of romance.

Her debut novel, Untouchable Lover, won or was a finalist in several contests sponsored by local chapters of Romance Writers of America.

She lives in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing. When not at her computer, you can find her at Jazzercise, waterfall collecting in the Pacific Northwest, or relaxing with her husband and their pesky cat, Snookums.

Author social media links:

Facebook author: https://www.facebook.com/rosaliereddauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RosalieRedd

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/34148783-rosalie-redd

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/rosalieredd/

Website: http://www.rosalieredd.com/

 

Tell Again Tuesday How to Increase Sales at Apple iBooks

Tell Again Tuesday
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.

A plan to increase sales. Sounds like a good idea for the new year. Read on.

How to Increase Sales at Apple iBooks

Posted by Lindsay | Posted in Book Marketing, Tips and Tricks | Posted on 11-12-2015

Before I jump into this post, I have to disclose that Apple is my #4 earner and that while I always sell books there, I’m not a rock star by any means. (For me, sales at Amazon, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble always come out ahead.) Buuut, I’ve started to upload directly to Apple, and I plan to put more effort into getting on the radar with iBooks readers in 2016. I chatted with a rep from Apple and . . .

For the rest of the blog go to:

http://www.lindsayburoker.com/book-marketing/how-to-increase-sales-at-apple-ibooks/