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March 24, 2015
Wednesday Special Spotlight COOKIE CUTTER Jo Richardson
Is on
COOKIE CUTTER
Author – Jo Richardson
Genre – Contemporary/RomCom
Release Date: March 23, 2015
Publisher: Little Bird Publishing
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Blurb
Iris Alden and Carter Blackwood couldn’t be more different. Change-averse Iris likes her life neat and organized, while Carter’s itchy feet mean he doesn’t plan to stay in the same place for long.
When Carter moves into the house across the street from Iris, to renovate it, she fights the disruption it causes in her life. Before long, though, it’s not simply the house Carter’s rebuilding, but Iris’s heart, too.
Excerpt (Iris Alden POV):
“What are you doing here?”
It’s Carter freaking Blackwood. Of course.
He smiles that ridiculously bright, white smile of his and lets out a soft snicker. “I’m fixing a floor for a friend, what are you doing here?”
It’s completely obvious what I’m doing here, seeing as I’m carrying two huge trays of sugar cookies in my arms.
“A friend? You just moved in. How do you have friends already?” I say it a bit harsher than I probably should but honestly, how does he have friends already? James and I were here a good six months before people started really talking to me. It was a year before I could call any of them friends. The edges of Carter’s mouth turn down and his head dips to one side as his shoulders hunch then settle.
“People like me, I guess.”
The smug look on his face is enough to make me want to slap it. Or kiss it.
Wait. Not kiss it. I didn’t mean kiss it. Why am I staring at his lips?
“People who don’t want to kill me that is. Are you okay?”
I blink, and search my brain, but I’m still not quite sure what to say to him, so I extend my arms. “I brought cookies.” As soon as I say the words, I hear them. I sound ridiculous and Carter’s bright eyes crinkle with amusement.
He closes his lids and he breathes the baked goods in. Then hums. The sound of his voice sends a vibration through me and I shiver. I am eternally grateful that he doesn’t see it happen.
His eyes open slowly. When they reach mine, I’m glued to his stare like a deer in the headlights.
“Those cookies smell really fucking good, Iris.”
The bedroom eyes catch me off guard and my mouth falls open so I snap it shut. I’m a buffoon with no ability to speak.
“Can I have one?” He reaches out and I balance the platter with one hand, then slap his fingers with the other while I find words. A word that is.
“No.”
“Ow.” He pulls his hand away, like a child getting reprimanded, only when we make eye contact again, he doesn’t seem child like to me. I wouldn’t say he’s angry. He doesn’t exactly laugh, either. And his eyes gleam as he stares at me. I hate his eyes almost as much as I hate his teeth. Maybe more. Dammit, I’m staring, again.
“They’re for Ally’s class,” I tell him. “Fundraiser, I mean bake sale.” I fumble my words. He’s so frustrating.
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March 23, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday Becky Lower Historical Fiction or Historical Romance?
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Historical Fiction or Historical Romance?
March 20, 2015 by Becky Lower
As writers of historical romances, my History Imagined colleagues and I are very much aware of what’s going on in the world during whatever time period and country we choose to write in. We try to incorporate as much of what’s happening at the time as we can, using actual events as a backdrop to the story, and showing how the events going on at the time impact the lives of an everyday citizen. Does that mean we write historical fiction? Exactly where is the dividing line between historical fiction and historical romance?
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March 19, 2015
Friday Features Seduction Violetta Rand
Welcomes
Violetta Rand
Author of
Seduction
BLURB…
The night Marisela Gonzalez rides up to the Devil’s Den on her motorcycle, running from trouble and looking for her sister, she finds more than a place to hide out and work her red-hot body. She meets a guy brave enough to stand by a tough, terrified nineteen-year-old girl who’s been in the wrong place with the wrong jerk one too many times. And he’s ready to show Marisela how a real man treats the woman he desires.
An ex-cop taking over as the club’s head of security, Craig Hanson can handle anything—except the urgent need he suddenly feels to hold Marisela tight. Commitment has never been his thing, but all that changes when Craig finds something too real to deny between them. Sensual and vulnerable, Marisela’s got a scary past. And when it comes knocking, Craig goes all in to protect her—because seduction is the ultimate game changer.
Teaser
I can’t believe Marisela Gonzalez is standing in my office all grown up, in skintight leathers with windblown hair. She’s something out of a fantasy. I’d kill to fist my hands in that long, silky mane. I’m sure this is payback from some higher power. She’s nervous. It concerns me. Sargent worries me even more. This girl needs to leave town by tomorrow—she’s gonna be on every Bandito’s shit list by morning. She nearly bashed his brains in—he’ll need stitches. I almost need stitches. I look at my arm, it stings. She intervened at the right moment. I owe her, but I won’t ever tell her that. Girls shouldn’t act the way she did.
I hold the office door open. She gives me a go to hell look and heads for her bike. She mounts it like a pro and revs the engine. I can’t help staring. She slides her black helmet on and slams the visor down. I circle behind her to a take a look at her perfect ass perched on the seat. Shit. My mouth waters. I have to remind myself who she is. Likely off limits. But I’ll enjoy the image of her on that bike for nights to come. She drives off the breezeway and stops. She stares at me and I point toward my Mustang.
I get in my car and rev my engine too. I turn onto South Padre Island Drive, watching for her in my rearview. She’s gone. Son of a . . . I look right. She’s next to me and flips me the bird. I punch the gas and fly by her. Her little Ducati is no match for my car—for me. We race down S.P.I.D. until I put on my directional and merge left so she’ll know to exit off Weber. She does, and I drive another mile before turning onto Robyn’s street.
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Thursday Threads C.D. Hersh Blood Brothers
C.D. Hersh
Blood Brothers
Book two The Turning Stone Chronicles
TITLE: Blood Brothers, Book two The Turning Stone Chronicles
GENRE: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
HEAT LEVEL: Sensual
InDtale Magazine, in their November 17, 2014 four and half star review, said ““The Promised One” takes paranormal and turns it on its ear, taking shape-shifting to a whole other level.” The unique shape shifting found in the first book of The Turning Stone Series gets even more surprising as Promised One Rhys Temple discovers his abilities surpass those of any other Turning Stone Member. Take a peek at the excerpt from book two Blood Brothers and discover what Rhys can do.
BLURB:
When Delaney Ramsey is enlisted to help train two of the most powerful shape shifters the Turning Stone Society has seen in thousands of years, she suspects one of them is responsible for the disappearance of her daughter. To complicate matters, the man has a secret that could destroy them all. Bound by honor to protect the suspect, Delaney must prove his guilt without losing her life to his terrible powers or revealing to the police captain she’s falling for that she’s a shape shifter with more than one agenda.
The minute Captain Williams lays eyes on Delaney Ramsey, he knows she’s trouble. Uncooperative, secretive, and sexy, he can’t get her out of his mind. When he discovers she has a personal agenda for sifting through all the criminal records in his precinct, and secretly investigating his best detective, he can’t let her out of his sight. He must find out what she’s looking for before she does something illegal. If she steps over the line, he’s not certain he can look the other way for the sake of love.
EXCERPT:
Excerpt from book two of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “Blood Brothers”currently available in eBook on Amazon at: http://www.amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W
Grumbling, Rhys unlocked the door to Alexi’s house and ushered in Eli. “Don’t know why I couldn’t have stayed with Alexi in the hospital.”
“I told ye, laddie, we havetae prepare for the council meeting. They’re going tae want tae know what ye can do.”
Rhys glanced at his watch. “In four hours? It took Alexi years.”
“She hasnae the innate skill ye do. Tae draw power from the rings o’ other shifter hasnae been done in thousands o’ centuries and ye did it. Twice.”
Had his hasty decision to join the Turning Stone Society been a bad idea? But it tied him to Alexi, in multiple ways. He didn’t regret that. Rhys hung his Stetson on the hall rack and then shrugged out of his coat. “Where do we start?”
“With something ye’ve already done. Ye can try tae pull oot my life force.”
Rhys backed away, hands in the air. “No way. I’m not fond of you, but I don’t want to kill you, old man.”
“Ye’ll nae harm me. I’ll control the contact. Ye need tae do whatever ’twas ye did the first time.”
“Don’t know what I did.”
Eli stroked his beard. “Then we’ll wing it.” He held his hands out to Rhys. “Take both o’ my hands. ’Twas closed contact the first time.”
“Alexi was here. Don’t we need three?”
“Mayhaps not. Since ye have yer own ring, ye’ll have more power.” Eli waggled his hand at Rhys. “Come on, laddie.”
He slowly grasped Eli’s gnarled hands, keeping a loose grip the old man could easily break. Nothing happened. “Now what?”
“Think about my hirt pumping and see if you can will it tae slow, or race.”
Concentrating, Rhys stared into Eli’s eyes. Then he remembered the visions of the future Eli had given him in the ER while Alexi was still unconscious. He’d no desire to see terrible omens again. Quickly, he unfocused his gaze to see all of Eli’s face. The old man’s features doubled and softened.
Rhys slowed his breathing, like he had when he’d prepared to take a marksman shot on the Iraqi battlefront. The measured beat of his heart, slow and steady, thrummed in his ears. He thought about Eli, pictured his blood racing through his veins. The rhythm of Rhys’ blood pounding in his ears hiccupped, a second beat joining in. Startled, he moved his focus off Eli. The air surrounding them shimmered.
“Yer doing it, laddie,” Eli whispered in a strained voice.
The tone caused Rhys to return his gaze to Eli’s face. Gray. Like his buddies in Iraq before they died. “You okay?”
“Aye. Keep going.”
Tapping into the double heartbeats, Rhys let the rhythm drop into a muted background noise, keeping a steady focus on Eli’s face. His features doubled and then wavered. Rhys blinked, and a woman’s face appeared, partially transposed over Eli’s. Startled, Rhys tried to drop Eli’s hands but the old man gripped tighter.
“Dinna stop,” he commanded. “Concentrate.”
Rhys focused. The woman’s features shifted, and Eli disappeared completely. His grip changed, his hands becoming smaller and softer. Rhys yanked away and stumbled backward.
A woman stood where Eli had been, staring at him with a startled expression that matched Rhys’ confusion.
“By the Druid’s beard,” she said. “What did ye do?”
“Where’s Eli?”
The woman’s form wavered for a second, and Eli appeared in her place. He staggered forward and grabbed Rhys’ shoulder, steadying himself. “Isnae there anything ye canna do, laddie?”
“What just happened?”
“Ye pulled oot my alter ego.” His knees dipped, and Rhys grabbed his elbow. “And I think a bit o’ my life force.”
“Let’s get you seated.” Rhys led Eli to the kitchen and lowered him onto a chair. “Your alter ego is a woman?”
“Aye. And sae will yours be. All the men have female alter egos.”
“And the women have men?” That would explain the man he’d seen Alexi change from the night he discovered she was a shape shifter.
“How did ye do that?” Eli said.
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Nay. I’m hoping ye can describe it, for I’ll be wanting ye tae do it agin, but without the life force pulling part. While I can withstand it, I doubt the other council members could. We’ll not be wanting tae kill one o’ them tae prove yer a true Promised One.”
Book one of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “ The Promised One ” currently available in eBook and paperback on Amazon at: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI
Book two of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “Blood Brothers” currently available in eBook on Amazon at: http://www.amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W
Book three of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “Son of the Moonless Night” is scheduled for release early summer 2015 from Soul Mate Publishing.
Book four of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “The Mercenary and the Shifters” coming in 2016 from Soul Mate Publishing.
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March 17, 2015
Wednesday Special Spotlight Expressly Yours, Samantha Becky Lower
Focuses On
Expressly Yours, Samantha
By
Becky Lower
Expressly Yours is book seven of the Cotillion Ball Series
Blurb:
Samantha Hughes has one day to escape from her wicked uncle, and a sign in the post office is her answer. She’ll cut her hair to pose as a man and become Sam Hughes, a Pony Express rider.
Valerian Fitzpatrick doesn’t want the weight of responsibility that his brothers have in the family business. Fortunately, the Pony Express offers a chance to make his own way in the world.
He assumes his new buddy, Sam, is on the run from the law, until she’s hit by a stray gunshot and he has to undress her to staunch the wound. Friendship quickly turns to attraction—and more—but when Sam’s uncle tracks her down, she is forced to run yet again.
Val’s determined to find her, but will a future with Sam mean giving up the freedom he’s always craved?
Excerpt:
Samantha stood in line with nearly fifty men in front of the Pony Express stables in St. Joseph, waiting for the chance to interview for a position as a rider. At least she thought they were all men. Perhaps there was more than one trying to impersonate a man, such as she was doing. She had no idea there would be so many wanting the same chance she did. She guessed none wanted it more than she, though. None were as desperate.
A young man walked past leading two horses. A stray dog ran into the dirt road in front of the horses, startling them, and when one reared up, the bridle ripped from the man’s hand. Without thinking, Samantha reached for the horse’s bridle and brought him under control. The man held onto the other one, and nodded his head toward Samantha.
“Thanks, man. If that horse had broken free, he could have mowed down this entire line as if they were fence posts.” He stuck his hand out to her.
Be forceful, Samantha, not ladylike. She grabbed his hand and shook it. While she’d been on the road, she thought she’d perfected her walk. Now she had to remember everything else. There would be no second chances.
Deepen your voice before you answer. “I’m, uh, Sam. Sam Hughes. Nice horse flesh you’ve got here.” She ran her hand down the horse’s flank and turned her gaze to the man standing in front of her. He was short for a man, but still taller than she was. Yet even for someone on the small side, he was nicely muscled, with sandy-colored hair and piercing brown eyes. When she took his outstretched hand, she registered its strength and hoped her own return grip matched.
“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Valerian Fitzpatrick. You can call me Val. Maybe we’ll meet up on the Express road. I’ve already been hired by William Russell and will work the relay from Seneca to Marysville, at least to start. But I’ve got a feeling we’ll be moving all over the place, wherever we’re needed.”
“I’m hoping to be positioned even farther west of here.”
“Do you know the area?”
“I grew up in the part of Kansas the Express route will use, so I think I could do the run.”
“Well, good luck.” He took the reins back from Samantha and moved on. Samantha—Sam, she reminded herself—had passed her first test. Val Fitzpatrick, with his magnificent horses, hadn’t questioned if she was a man. He’d accepted her as Sam Hughes. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The line slowly inched forward, their movement so slow they didn’t even kick up any dust. There was dust aplenty, though, as riders trotted by on the busy dirt road, the stagecoach lumbered out on its way west from the hotel, and covered wagons drove by, searching for the next wagon train out of town. By noon, it was finally her turn. She swallowed the dust that had made its way into her throat and stood in front of the man who’d concocted the idea of the Pony Express. He had already closed his book.
“Sorry. We filled the last position a few minutes ago. We’ve got the eighty riders we need for this part of the route. We’ll probably be hiring more later on if you want to check back in a couple months.”
Samantha couldn’t speak. She blinked, nodded at Mr. Russell, and moved away from the table so he could tell the next man the same news. What could she do now? She couldn’t hang around St. Joe for a few months. She needed to get as far away from here as she could. Fighting against the panic threatening to overwhelm her again, she walked outside the big Patee House where the Pony Express had its offices, and stood in the cold, March air, her eyes on the ground.
“So, are you now an Express rider?”
Sam’s eyes came up. It was the same man she’d met earlier. Valerian. Val. He had another pair of horses, which he was leading to the corral.
“No, they have enough riders for now.”
“So what will you do?”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought beyond joining the Express.”
Val stared at her for a long minute, his glance moving from her head to her toes.
Samantha tried her best not to flinch at his gaze. Had he figured out already she was a girl? Broken through her disguise?
“Come with me.” He tied his horses to the hitching post and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back into the Patee House.
And because she had nothing better to do, she followed. Right back to the table where Mr. Russell still sat.
“Mr. Russell, this young fella is great with horses. Don’t you need some hands at the Seneca station to take care of the stock?”
William Russell showed Samantha the same kind of appraisal Val had. She stood her ground but gritted her teeth. The man held her future in his hands.
“I’ll tell you what. If you can get yourself to Seneca before they hire all the workers they need, you can be hired on there.”
Sam let out the breath she’d been holding. “Thank you, Mr. Russell. You won’t regret it.” She stuck out her hand to him, and was relieved when his big hand enveloped hers.
“You know the pay for a stable boy isn’t as much as for a rider, don’t you? You’ll only be making fifty dollars a month.”
“That’s all right. In fact, it’s fine.”
“So, get out of here and get yourself to Seneca.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Sam and Val left the office. Once they got outside, Val let out a whoop and flung his hat in the air. Sam didn’t follow his actions, but stared at the ground again. How could she ever get to Seneca before someone else claimed her job?
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March 16, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday Writing With Integrity: Why Everyone SHOULDN’T Like You
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Writing With Integrity: Why Everyone
SHOULDN’T Like You
By Holly Lisle
I’d like to discuss writing with integrity.
Because you may not hear this today. You may not hear this in the next year. But sooner or later an editor or an agent or your mother or some dude at the supermarket checkout is going to tell you, “You need to change what you’re writing to appeal to a broader audience.”
You’ll hear it from someone who wants to see you do well, who wants your numbers to go up (for her benefit as well as yours), or who thinks you could be doing better if you were writing work “like that vampire girl,” Or, sadly, who doesn’t respect what you write and wants to change you for your own good (as defined by him or her).
And depending on how much credence you give to the person saying this, you may be tempted to listen.
Be very, very careful. Before …
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March 12, 2015
Friday Feature Coming Home To Love by Katie O’Boyle
Welcomes
Coming Home To Love
By
Katie O’Boyle
Katie has provided a guest blog post today to share with our readers. She is asking the question:
Do your stories come from Real Life or from Imagination?
Although I do most of my writing in the quiet of my home office, many of my ideas flow from chance encounters in the course of a day. Just this morning, when I rushed into our fabulous local grocery store for a cup of coffee, I was greeted with a sight that slowed my steps and put a big smile on my face.
At the register stood a tall, slender young man, juggling his purchases as he tried to reach for his wallet. In one hand he held a sweet bouquet of yellow lilies, babies breath, and ferns; in the other, three individual red roses.
My imagination took off! Who were the flowers for? What was the occasion? …and what a great catch this earnest young man would be!
When people ask where I get my story ideas, that’s one example. Wouldn’t that scene make a great opening for a romance story or a chapter in a novel? For this writer, those moments of connection and inspiration in the course of an ordinary, busy day can spark a story or put zing to a scene that “just needs something.”
Another example: one morning in June, over a leisurely cup of coffee in a café, I jotted notes about the heroine of my next novel. A conversation behind me caught my attention, and I turned my head to see two women enjoying breakfast as they talked about some shared interest.
One of the women wore a long cotton skirt with a ruffle at the bottom, paired with an immaculate white T-shirt. Her cotton sandals had a striped, grosgrain ribbon that wrapped around her ankles. Out of nowhere, the voice of my heroine-to-be informed me, “That’s the outfit I’m wearing in my opening scene. Got it?”
Some of you may recognize that outfit from Scene Two of Coming Home To Love, as Gianessa throws together an outfit for work when she’s called in unexpectedly and her uniform is in the hamper.
Another day, I enjoyed a quiet dinner on the patio of an inn and had an internal conversation with the hero-to-be of the same book. My eyes strayed to the fountain in the center of the courtyard, which featured the statue of a beautiful maiden braiding her hair as she rose from the water. My character, Justin Cushman, broke into my thoughts and blustered, “She has no business braiding that glorious hair!”
Justin shares that opinion—silently, with the reader—in Scene Three of Coming Home To Love, when he and Gianessa meet for the first time. He later confesses it to Gianessa, and the words that follow show that their relationship has gone far beyond “just friends who cook together.”
There’s no question that my Lakeside Porches books are works of fiction. However, my everyday interactions with people, places, and things provide details—and sometimes inspiration—for my stories. Is that true for you, as well?
Featured is book two: Coming Home To Love by Katie O’Boyle
Buy Link: http://tinyurl.com/ogxm2z8
Blurb:
With his health deteriorating and his spirit dying, Justin Cushman has come home to the Finger Lakes to assist his injured nephew Joel. Sick of accumulating wealth for its own sake, Justin knows that his life is meaningless without a loving relationship and a purpose for his billions. On a whim, he visits Joel’s spa, looking for a massage to relieve his pain. Gianessa Dupioni is a gifted masseuse who starts the boss’s irritable uncle on a journey of health and happiness. Too bad for Justin that Gianessa is devastated by personal losses and strictly focused on rebuilding her career. Justin may be a master strategist in the financial world, but can he persuade Gianessa to let love in?
Excerpt:
“You know,” Gianessa said, as she stroked his palm with her thumb, “I was prepared not to like you. Look how that turned out.”
He blustered. “Not like me?” He winked.
“The first time I saw you, you were badgering Grace.” She leaned forward, leading with her breasts. “That ticked me off.”
“And you wore your hair in that French braid, which ticked me off.”
She gathered her long, toffee tresses behind her shoulders. “You never said you didn’t like my braid.”
“I wanted from that first moment to get my hands in your hair. I plotted six ways to Sunday to get rid of the braid.”
“My braid is perfect for work. It feels elegant and simple, and it makes me feel put together and focused.”
He caressed her cheek and jaw and neck with eager fingers. “But you’re elegant and complex, and I prefer you undone.”
Author Bio and contact links:
Born in the upstate-New York village known as the Birthplace of Women’s Rights, Katie O’Boyle loves the Finger Lakes in every season. She enjoys lunch with friends at lakeside inns, and she cherishes the lakeside porch as a place for intimate sharing, laughter, and inspiration. To the outside world, she is a tech-savvy college professor. In her soul, she is a passionate author of warm-hearted romance. She has just finished writing book four of the Lakeside Porches romance books and novellas.
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Thursday Threads Dreams Do Come True
Welcomes
Dreams Do Come True
Book 2 in the Dream Trilogy
Blurb:
The vicious slaughter of cattle brings Lynzi Lancaster and her fiancé Layne Brady, a Fae raised in the human world, to the aid of his human parents. A neighbor with a grudge has returned to the area to settle a score.
Lynzi is only mildly shocked to find the tall tales her granddaddy told so many years ago about black panthers roaming the woods near their home were not only true but also had a twist, those panthers were two natured . . . werepanthers.
The renegade panther believes Lynzi is a witch and threatens her life when Fae magic is performed near by. Now, it’s up to Lynzi and Layne to bring down the big cats and keep her alive.
Excerpt:
I drew the truck door as close to me as I could get it and waited for the perfect moment. I shoved it open with all the force I had to meet my attacker head on. With a loud thud, she bounced back, and fell hard on her rump.
Thinking that reality check would take some of the fight out of her, I stepped from behind the door. It was only hopeful thinking though since she scrambled to her feet and came at me a second time. She made contact this time by clinching both hands around my neck all the while chanting some strange words. Gasping for air, I grabbed hold of her wrists and broke the hold as I spotted Boone tearing out the back door toward us. She swung a fist, and I reached up with my forearm to block the blow.
A familiar hand latched onto my waist and tugged me out of the reach of the crazed woman. The loud smack I heard but did not see delivered caused her to fly backward and land on her backside again. I straightened myself, my hands clinched into tight fists. She had to believe I had delivered the blow. Layne’s identity could never be discovered.
Boone took his protective stance in front of me. “Mena, what are you doing here? Ms. Lynzi didn’t kill Del. He was executed by panther law for everything he did to me and Jesse and Mama.”
The crazy witch resembled a human crab scooting backward on her hands and feet, trying to stand, and regain her senses. I could almost see the steam coming from her ears she was so mad.
“You didn’t lift a finger to help poor Del and now you’ve thrown in with this witch. You will pay for what you did, Boone Weaver.” She raised her hand and started to speak in riddles again as if to cast another spell of some sort on Boone.
I moved around Boone with my shadow still covering my back. “This is your only warning, Mena. Leave this place and leave us in peace. Keep messing with me and my family and I will come after you.” I raised my arm with my fist still clinched to emphasize my point. Layne accentuated my declaration with a gust of wind powerful enough to knock her on her butt, yet again.
“I’ll get you. I don’t know what kind of witch you are but I’ll get you. And Boone, you only tasted the beginning. You’ll wish you were dead before I’m done with you. Careful what you dream, it might come true.” She scrambled to her feet and ran around the corner of the house and to the car she had left parked out on the side of the road.
“Lynzi. Are you hurt?” Layne was hovering again. “Ms. Lynzi, did she hurt you?” Boone, too. I blew out a breath. “Whew. You both worry too much.
I’m fine. Not a hair out of place.” I shook my ponytail. “Which is more than I can say for Mena.” A confident grin spread across my face as I raised my left fist and revealed my prize. Several dozen strands of frizzy, bleached blond hair had been captured in my scuffle with the witch. “Ooo, she’s in bad need of a touch up, too. Gray roots.” I made a face as I examined my reward and wondered if we now had everything we needed to do the job of eliminating Mena from our lives.
Layne’s hands clasped onto my waist, he lifted, and spun me around in mid air. After my feet were back on the ground, I propped my hands on my hips. “Layne Brady, what if someone saw that? People don’t just fly around their backyards on their own. At least not here.”
“Hey, you already got the reputation as a scary ol’ witch, so why not?” He chuckled as he took my hand and led me into the house.
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Boone chimed in.
“You two best be careful with those smart mouths. I’ll take my broomstick to the both of you.”
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Dreams-Come-True-Larynn-Ford-ebook/dp/B00NULPUHO
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March 10, 2015
Wednesday Special Spotlight 99 cent books
Shines on some
99 cent books
Here are the blurbs from these great books currently on sale until March 13th. Don’t overlook your chance for some great reading.
A Pretty Penny by Neva Brown
Wealthy, arrogant Clayton Brandt knows well the costs of a woman. Not until Penelope (Penny) Jones comes into his life does he know the value of a woman.
Anger at Clayton, her new boss, causes Penny to snap out of the lethargy she’s experienced after seeing her husband killed. She puts to use all her innate abilities, learned skills, and intuitiveness to cope with the overbearing Clayton and the women in his life. Penny, in time, knows she loves him, but she will not become one of his women—not on his terms.
On her terms, they marry, only to be parted by federal agents before they leave their wedding reception. The ensuing intrigue, danger, and antics of Clayton’s ex-wife and her cohorts play a part in Penny being in imminent peril. Their love for one another is once again threatened by a letter from a vindictive woman who is dead.
How Clayton and Penny find their happy-ever-after is both a breath-holding adventure and a breathtaking love story.
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00NMY1BJK
The Promised One by C.D. Hersh
In the wrong hands, the Turning Stone ring is a powerful weapon for evil. So, when homicide detective Alexi Jordan discovers her secret society mentor has been murdered and his magic ring stolen, she is forced to use her shape-shifting powers to catch the killer. By doing so, she risks the two most important things in her life—her badge and the man she loves.
Rhys Temple always knew his fiery cop partner and would-be-girlfriend, Alexi Jordan, had a few secrets. He considers that part of her charm. But when she changes into a man, he doesn’t find that as charming. He’ll keep her secret to keep her safe, but he’s not certain he can keep up a relationship—professional or personal.
Danny Shaw needs cash for the elaborate wedding his fiancée has planned, so he goes on a mugging spree. But when he kills a member of the secret society of Turning Stones, and steals a magic ring that gives him the power to shape shift, Shaw gets more than he bargained for.
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI
Aquarius Addiction by Trish Jackson
Why did hunky Andre Rossouw come into Arlette’s life on the same day her doctor told her she was about to die?
Attractive FBI Psychic Arlette Xylander displays all the character traits of her star sign, Aquarius, being feisty, eccentric, freedom-loving, flirtatious, rebellious and unpredictable. She may be only five feet tall, but she epitomizes the old adage that dynamite comes in small packages.
Her emotions rage between denial, anger and tears when her doctor tells her she is suffering from a rare terminal disease. When hunky Andre Rossouw asks her to help find his sister who has been missing for four years, Arlette makes two decisions. To beat the disease and find a cure, and to have wild and passionate sex with him.
Then she finds out he has a fiancée.
Arlette’s country home on the banks of Bayou LeGue was left to her by her mysterious aunt Lucie, whom she never met, and whom her dysfunctional parents have never been willing to discuss. She often wakes in the dark hours of the night to hear ghostly voices downstairs, and wishes she could find out who they are and what they want.
A mysterious letter arrives from her aunt, hinting at a secret in the house, and her friend Reay agrees to research her home’s recorded archives, while Arlette plans to dig into her family history. She starts by visiting her aunt’s grave, where she finds a mysterious woman wearing a hooded cloak, who leaves in a hurry. Arlette’s instincts tell her the woman holds the answers to all her questions, but how can she find her?
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00SW7KZDK
A Mighty Good Man by Rebecca E. Neely
Her personal and professional life on the skids, a family emergency forces writer ‘Hank’ Jerry to return to the small town she left behind. There, she’ll mind her aunt’s diner, Mighty Ricky’s, but only as long as she has to, then it’s back to New York for damage control.
Fresh out of prison, Jack ‘Gent’ Darcy is bent on cutting ties with the Creds, but when you’re a war counselor in a national gang, they don’t let you just walk away.
Injured and on the run, Jack lands on Hank’s doorstep, and makes her a proposition she can’t refuse: write his story about life inside one of the most powerful gangs in the country. As barter, he’ll cook at Mighty Ricky’s. It’s simple–she’ll get her career groove back, and he’ll bury the gang, then disappear–his version of freedom.
Only problem is, they can’t help falling for each other, and they’ve both got something to hide that could blow up in their faces. With time running out and gang enforcers closing in, will the trust they’ve forged survive the ultimate test?
A MIGHTY GOOD MAN is a fast, punchy read that puts a new spin on family, second chances, and the power of love.
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00PHZ3RLC
An Enduring Love by Wareeze Woodson
Born and raised in Latvia, Rebecca Balodis marries Rhys Sudduth, an English diplomat. Shortly thereafter, he is summoned home to attend his father’s deathbed. Rebecca cannot accompany him at the time and becomes trapped in the turmoil plaguing her country. He is informed she died in the upheaval. Nearly four years later, Rebecca escapes and arrives in London with their son in tow. Arriving in the middle of his sister’s ball proves awkward, especially since Rhys plans to announce his betrothal to a young debutante later in the evening. Can this pair ever find or even recognize an enduring love?
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00J911L1I
March 9, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday Thomas Jefferson My Hero Becky Lower
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.
Some history about Donald’s favorite president written by one of our favorite authors Becky Lower.
Thomas Jefferson, My Hero
February 27, 2015 by Becky Lower
Ever since the Government, in its infinite wisdom, decided to cut down on Federal holidays and combine the birthdays of two of our most honored presidents–Lincoln and Washington–who just so happened to be born in the same month, the individual celebrations have been set aside in honor of “Presidents’ Day.”
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https://historyimagined.wordpress.com/2015/02/27/thomas-jefferson-my-hero/
