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THE HELLO DAHLING! SERIES By Kim Young

THE HELLO DAHLING! SERIESAuthor - Kim Young
Name of editor - Derek Murphy, Book Butchers
Name of cover designer - Derek Murphy, CreativindieOfficial genre of book - Non-fiction Comedy involving adult subject matterHELLO, DAHLING! I'VE GOT YOUR NUTS IN MY PURSEBOOK 1Original Release Date: August 27, 2014 A hilarious look at today's dating world seen through the eyes of this single, sassy woman and her BFFs. When mature divorced women get together at Happy Hour, the topic usually falls into one of three categories men, dating and/or sex. This dating satire features stories, illustrations, quotes, snarky editorial comments and short essays. By the end of this book, and at least one bottle of wine, you will have laughed, learned something and most importantly realized that you have to love yourself - because that, my friends is the secret ingredient in this complicated world of dating, sex and relationships in which we live. "Maybe we should go back to 'In the Beginning' but I promise no sermonizing. Sam tells me, 'It's all about the brain. Men have different values, priorities and stimulations.' Yeah right, thank goodness we only share a rib. You're probably thinking with the wrong heard, Sam. Being a homemaker didn't stimulate my brain and I was terrible at meal planning... I wasn't too good with a budget either ." AMAZON ~ GOODREADS
HELLO DAHLING! IT'S NOT A BOOTY CALL
BOOK 2
Original Release Date: October 16, 2015 A delightfully funny read with a touch of sarcasm about dating, relationships and sex in the 21st Century."I'm ready! I'm ready to do it right. I'm ready to try a real relationship. No more feeling unworthy of love; settling for a guy I know is not emotionally available. I've made the decision. I checked the stars. I told God, 'Show me, I'm ready.' But this weekend the joke was on me - my heart is saying yes, but my head is saying no, no, no. AMAZON ~ GOODREADS
Kim Young has a B.A. in Journalism from Texas Tech. She is the author of four books, she writes for various publications, is the Executive Editor for NHOME Texas Magazine and is a Realtor (broker/manager) for a large brokerage firm in San Antonio, Texas. She has four children who cringe when they find themselves the subject in one of her dating books.             
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The Power of Numerology by Stefanina

The Power of Numerology:A Guidebook to Discover the Unknown You
AUTHOR: StefaninaGENRE: New Age/Self-Help Numerology
Publishing Date: October 12, 2015
Simply defined, Numerology is using the birth date and complete name of an individual to unlock the art and control of their lives... and things unknown, such as characteristics and life events. Its roots date back thousands of years, and are found in most cultures throughout history. Unfortunately, many people dismiss it as a pseudo-science, even though it has been taught and studied by some of the most respected mathematicians throughout time. Stefanina wrote “The Power of Numerology: A Guidebook to Discover the Unknown You” because it is most likely the least understood of the metaphysical sciences. With a passion born of revival, she wants the world to embrace its resurgence in popularity – and tap into its power. Whether it is a science, an art, or simply a discipline where letters and numbers are converted and become essentially one and the same... the author brings it to life for people who want to understand and recognize concepts such as Life Paths and Master Numbers, and the manifestation of human potential – with a new perspective. She calls it a 101, a primer, if you will, to bring the first flush of understanding into the fascinating and empowering world of Numerology. Tell the readers a little about you. I am a mom, a business women, a 16 year breast cancer survivor, an intuitive numerologist and a spiritualist. What inspired you to get into Numerology? I was directed by divinity to search for answers on why if there is 1 God there are so many religions, I went to every church to learn and I was lead to the metaphysical world and spirituality.What is Numerology? Numerology is the science of numbers. Numbers as everything in our world is energy and that energy has a meaning and the meaning of numbers reveals who you are. Pythagoras a Greek Mathematician/holy man said it was through divine intervention that he received the information to reveal the meanings of the numbers. Is there anything you found particularly challenging when writing this book? My editor and publisher. My content and all I have learned was easy to put on paper. I didn’t understand the process and I didn’t like the details of putting the book together. What kind of answers can Numerology give me? Who you are. Your hearts desire, your personality, you attitude, you character, your talents, your weakness and what cycle you are in, in the current year so you know if its time to move forward, or reorganize, rest, and be patient.Is Numerology based solely on my date of birth? No your birth name as well as your current name.Can Numerology determine romantic compatibility? Absolutely I advise all my clients to get a compatibility reading before committing to the relationship. Fore warned is fore armed. If there are challenges numerology has remedies.How important is numerology in your life? Can you give us an example of numerology from your day to day living? If the day is in a down cycle and you try to force an issue it will not manifest in the manner you intended. By the same token if you are in an up cycle and you lay back and don’t pay attention to the opportunities before you, you can kinda say you missed the boat.What should people keep in mind once they start to explore numerology? The information will reveal the unknown you, it can validate what you already know or it can totally surprise you.Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. My God. Every time I tried to put my numerology in the background of my life, things for me would fall apart. This is my gift. I must honor it and share with those who are ready to hear. This is the gift God left us when we lose our way, when we are at a crossroads, or something is nudging us and we just can’t figure it out. Numerology will reveal the answers. What projects are you working on at the present? Speaking engagements, women retreats, metaphysical events, getting on TV AMAZON (KINDLE) ~ AMAZON (PAPERBACK) ~ GOODREADS I grew up knowing I was unique… I began investigating religions, belief systems, and people’s habits about God.I went to every church in sight to satisfy my continual wondering, “If there is one God, why are there so many churches that teach different things? How do you know which is the right one?Once I received my answer, I knew the way to God was through spirit centered thinking, feeling and action-not man made religion. I was blessed, as Spirit put before me metaphysical books I studied, and then shared the wisdom in my business at the time, and later with my clients – just for entertainment. The messages were well received and before I knew it my clients were coming to me and asking questions to help them make decisions in their own lives. Mostly decisions about timing… and numerology is all about timing!Something that began with my own curiosity became my passion to teach and share with others. I paid attention to my own numbers and found the direction in my life, which is leading me to a destination… my heart’s desire; my purpose in this life.            MoB Promosmagicofbookspromo@gmail.com

An Impossible Rescue by Annamaria Bazzi

AN IMPOSSIBLE RESCUEAuthor: Annamaria BazziCover designer: Ada FrostEditor: Laura Garland and Kate RichardsGenre: sweet romance/contemporaryPublished: November 16, 2015 Christmas is no joy for Julia whose husband, a high-risk investor, comes around only to ask for money. When a handsome stranger and his cute Pomeranian puppy move in next-door, Julia feels guilty for their mutual attraction. Michael's not the rescuing type, but when he spies Julia's husband haranguing her for holiday cash, anger flares and he is determined to rescue Julia from another miserable Christmas.
Why hasn’t he signed the divorce papers? Money, that’s why. The no good lowlife always wants money from me.Just three months after the wedding, she’d realized he’d married her for her wealth. Thank God her father was still alive and owned the business her mother had created and turned into a multimillion-dollar company. Dad had supported Mother and had taken care of all the accounting for the business.Rising, Julia sauntered to the kitchen. She glanced around the open architecture, which had made her fall in love with the house to begin with. Dad always wanted to see her happy, so he’d bought her the five thousand square foot home as a wedding present, with just one catch—the house would remain in his name.“Why would you do such a thing?” Her voice rose.“Calm down. You’re a woman in love and don’t see what I see. One day, you’ll thank me.”Those words kept coming back, and she praised God for her father’s wisdom. Every time Damien ran dry, he came back and asked her for money then disappeared for weeks at a time, sometimes months. Another conversation came to the forefront, and she leaned on the island, playing it through her mind.“Why are you doing this? We love each other.”“Your business is not profitable yet, but one day it will be,” her dad said. “You’re too much like your mother, God rest her soul, and your business will bring in millions. I don’t want him to walk away with the sweat of your brow.”She waved the papers she held at him. “This is a prenuptial agreement, are you serious?”“I’m dead serious. Mark my words, the day will come when you’ll thank me.”Julia sighed. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Mom, you married a wise man. Not like me, who married a complete jerk.”She opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of white wine she’d opened a few nights ago, pouring some in a Waterford wineglass. After corking the bottle and placing it back in the fridge, she curled up on the sofa. Staring into the shadows of evening, she beat herself for having been so blind with respect to Damien. “Love is blind” turned out to be so true. Damn! Could I have been more stupid?Disgusted with herself to the point she couldn’t enjoy the book, she placed the paperback back on the bookshelf and went up to the master suite to enjoy a hot bath. Julia lit all the aromatic candles and filled the tub. While the water poured into it, she ran downstairs to pick up the wineglass she’d forgotten in the gathering room.Almost asleep in the jetted tub and with steam filling the large room, it took a while before she heard her cell buzzing. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? She tightened her lips,and scrunched her brow. She stood and wrapped her body in a plush white towel. This was supposed to be her time to relax. Anger and anxiety rushed through her.“Hello?” she said with a bit more force than she wanted.“Hey, babe, I’ll be home for Christmas.”“Damien, where are you?”“I’m in the middle of an investment deal in Qatar.”Had she heard right? “Where?”“Qatar, baby. You know, the Middle East.”Not in the mood to hear about his new gamble in whatever kind of  business venture he’d embroiled himself in, she hung up and shut off her iPhone, returning to the tub of lukewarm water. Letting some of it out, she refilled the tub with steaming water then sank down to her chin and closed her eyes. If anyone needed her, they could just show up at the house.When her bath cooled again, she slipped into her robe, tied it at her waist, and stretched out on the bed.Cold crept into her bones, and she shivered. Darkness surrounded her. How long had she slept? Sitting up, she grabbed her cell phone and turned it back on. Goodness, it was 8:15 p.m.Pangs of hunger burned her stomach, but she didn’t feel like cooking at such a late hour. She dialed for delivery.“Hello, I’d like to order veal Parmesan….”With the order on the way, she slipped into silky pajamas, French braided her milk-chocolate brown hair, and went downstairs to wait for the food to arrive.The gourmet kitchen surrounding her had been a joy to create with the help of Marcello DiStoia, a wonderful designer of kitchens and baths. A place where she’d dreamed of cooking with her newlywed husband. He did help for the first few months of marriage, but then all his failed ventures took him to different corners of the earth as he looked to gamble in varied “business opportunities” as he called them. Apparently, now he was in Qatar, of all places. She rolled her eyes and closed her hands in tight fists. A few deep breaths and she let it all go, reminding herself Damien was not worth a single thought.A sigh of relief escaped her when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the food.“Thank you.” She took the package from the older man, giving him a twenty-dollar tip.“Have a good evening.”Before closing the door, she stuck her head out to admire a few flurries. Only the beginning of October, it seemed too early for snow. In Virginia, it almost never snowed until after Christmas. Back at the counter, she laid out one place setting and sat on one of the high chairs. As she shoved the first bite in her mouth, the cell rang. Huffing, she reached for it to see who called.“Hello, Dad. What’s up?”“You were supposed to call to let me know if you want to go out Saturday night to grab some dinner and a movie with your old dad.”“Oh my God!” She raised her hand to her chest. “So sorry, I forgot all about calling. Yes, I want to go out with you on Saturday. What movie did you want to see?”“I thought we could just see whatever is playing at the Bird Theater, since you enjoy eating at Can Can.”“Sounds perfect! I love going to Can Can.”“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.” The higher pitch in his voice let her know how happy and excited he felt about the date.The phone disconnected.Ever since a little girl, she’d loved her special moments alone with her father. He’d involved himself raising his only child and sharing the duties of a soccer mom. Julia had loved that about her father, and she’d grown close to him, developing a unique and open relationship.After clearing the counter and throwing the boxes away, Julia went back to her room to brush her teeth and slip between the covers. Exhaustion took over, and when she rested her head on the pillow she fell asleep. Amazon US ~ Goodreads An Impossible Rescue can be found as part of the Christmas Pets & Kisses
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the States, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.         MoB Promosmagicofbookspromo@gmail.com

Take Me Home by Stephanie Summers

TAKE ME HOME Book 2 of the Take Me Duet Name of cover designer – S. SummersOfficial genre of book - Contemporary RomanceContent warning - Sex, some violence, and some drug use
A romance with a rock star, not a rock star romance...Ash London, front man for uber-successful rock band Ferrum, is happily living the life he always dreamed he could have with Lila Stephens. After working through Lila's traumatic past and Ash's trust issues, they've finally connected and life is good. One phone call changes everything though when Ash finds out the time off he was promised is being cut short. The stress of being on the road and away from Lila gets to Ash, and when a face from his past shows up, it turns his world upside down, dragging up past demons that he's chosen to keep from Lila. Would she look at him differently if she knew the truth? Will her love be enough to save him from himself? Amazon US ~ Amazon CA ~ Amazon UK ~ Goodreads
Stephanie Summers is a paranormal and contemporary romance author. She graduated from West Virginia University with a degree in accounting, though writing is her true passion. Stephanie seemed to always have a story or two or ten running around in her mind. At the ripe old age of 30, she finally decided it was time to put aside the thought that she didn't have what it took to write a novel and began writing her first story. She has since written her first paranormal series, The Willow Creek Vampires Series, with Craving (Book #1), Haunting (Book #2), Awakening (Book #3), and the short companion story, The Bludworth Chronicles: Origin, available now. Her short story, Love Forgotten, was chosen to be published in Stardust: A Futuristic Romance Collection, and another short story, Saved by the Bear, is available now. Her contemporary rock star romance, Take Me On, was released summer of 2015, with the sequel, Take Me Home, due out soon.             magicofbookspromo@gmail.com

Forgive Me By Kaithlin Shepherd

Sometimes your first love is also your lastTitle:  Forgive MeAuthor:  Kaithlin ShepherdRelease Date:  December 11, 2015Genre: Contemporary Romance with a hint of cowboySeries:  Callaway Series, book 2
Cover Designer:  Claire Smith Publisher:  Hot Tree Publishing
Andrew Callaway doesn't do love — not since Amanda broke his heart and left him in a cloud of dust. Devoting himself to the family ranch, he’s determined to be the man his dad would be proud of, minus the one-night stands and stream of mistakes. Five years after watching her drive away, his first love is back. Andrew finds himself wanting more than meaningless easy conquests, a lot more.

Following her dream of becoming a chef, Amanda Watkins left Montana with a beat-up pickup truck and a broken heart. Five years after watching Andrew fade away in her rear-view mirror, she's back and is dead set on avoiding the man she still dreams about. When she's hired to cater for a Callaway celebration, sparks fly and old emotions run hot. If she thought the boy she knew was dangerous, she's about to find out that the man he became is lethal. 

Blame is a dangerous game to play, but forgiveness takes courage that may just prove too difficult to reach.

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     She'd looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. In that moment, he'd promised himself to do whatever it took to make her smile like that every day for the rest of their lives. "I'm perfect. You?"
     He laughed at her question because he couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been happier than right there and then. "I spent the whole night making love to the woman I love. I woke up with her pressed against me, and now, I'm about to start my morning showing her much I love her sassy ass, so I'd say I'm better than perfect." He'd flipped her on her back, positioning himself between her spread thighs, his body weighing down on top of her. His woman loved him on top, one of the many things he'd learned the night before which he planned on using to his advantage, every chance he got.
     "She's a lucky lady then." She'd ran her hands down his back, down to his ass, squeezing him lightly.
     "Nah, I'm the lucky one." And he had meant that with every fiber in his body. He'd kissed her passionately and urgently until he had her squirming under him, begging for more, and God, had he given her more. One of the best things about Amanda was that no matter how much he gave, she was right there with him, letting her body take over, meeting him thrust for thrust. They'd spent the rest of the morning in bed, making love and ordering room service until it was time for them to leave. 

Book 1 in the Callaway Series
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All buy links HERE Facebook I Twitter I Website I PublisherKaithlin Shepherd was born and raised in Canada where she learned to figure skate and crafted a love affair with coffee. Growing up in a household filled by strong-headed women, she learned early on that life is what you make it. You’ve probably never met a bigger country music fan and in the words of Brooks and Dunn, she’s a die-hard ‘George Strait junkie.’ Constructing a world away from her real life, Kaithlin loves the feeling of creating a universe where her fans can forget about everything in their life. She loves writing about hot alphas and doesn’t shy away from turning up the heat with scorching hot sex scenes. a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Lost & Found By Teri McGill

Is it possible for a heart to be … Lost and Found?Title: Lost & Found
Author: Teri McGillSeries: My Heart is Yours, book 3 (Standalone)
Genre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: February 13, 2016Cover Designer: Lousia at LM CreationsEditor: Hot Tree Editing
              For over a decade, Tag Coleman has been struggling to exorcise his demons.               Constantly haunted by his first love’s death, he aches for a second chance at happiness, but guilt screams one undeniable fact: he does not deserve it. Can Tag’s shattered soul ever find forgiveness and allow him to love again?               EmeryLawson’s one and only goal is to uncover the truth surrounding a tragic accident that took her cousin’s life. She embarks on a journey to find the one person who could be responsible, with unexpected, life-altering results.              When your soulmate — the love of your life — is lost, what are the chances of ever finding another? Is it possible for a heart to be … Lost and Found?
“Tyler, did you tell anyone about my past, all that shit I told you months ago? I’m not fuckin’ around here,” Tag seethed.              “No. Not a damn word to anybody. Why?”               “That girl reminded me of my Randi. It freaked me out.”“Don’t over-analyze, Tag. Just go with it. You’re obviously attracted to her, and she seems like a nice, normal girl.”“What the fuck are you babbling about? You trying to set me up with her?” Exasperated, Tag shook his head at Tyler.               “What the hell’s wrong with her, Tag? She’s real sweet.”               A sarcastic snigger escaped Tag’s grim lips. “T-man, do you fuckin’ know me at all? I don’t do sweet, nice, or normal. I prefer slutty, crazy, and disposable. If I’m goin’ straight to Hell, might as well take the scenic route in the HOV lane.”“Tag, enough!” Tyler sneered. “I know all about your love life, or should I say loveless life, because that used to be me. Slutty, crazy, disposable — lather, rinse, repeat. You are the Goddamn hat trick of heartbreak, buddy. Been there. Fuck. That. Your life is circling the drain; thirty-two and going on dead. Wake the fuck up! It’s time for a change, buddy. I wasted more years than you have been alive, but look at me now. I’m living proof it’s never too late.”
Catch up with the My Heart is Yours seriesSigns of a Quiet Heart(Book 1) Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU    Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU Facebook I Amazon I Goodreads Teri McGill grew up in Queens, New York and moved to warm and sunny Los Angeles in 1994, immediately following the Northridge earthquake. She taught Mathematics to deaf high school students for thirty years, which explains some of the recurring themes in her stories. When she is not at the computer, either writing or beta reading/proofreading, she enjoys working out, golf, mosaics, Math tutoring, and watching sports. a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Apocalypta Z by Maer Wilson

Apocalypta Z by Maer Wilson Genre: Sci Fi / Post Apocalyptic / Zombie
Cover Designer:  M. Joseph MurphyRelease Date: October 8, 2015

First - meteors. Now - zombies. Ninety-nine percent of humans and animals have become zombified, leaving the rest scrambling to survive. Maddie Worthing and Nick Stanton are among the few not infected. They’re gathering survivors and doing what they can to preserve life in their isolated desert town. Joined by the remaining townspeople and a few scientists, they search for a way to make it through the apocalypse.

The key to humanity’s continued existence may lie within the mystery surrounding Maddie’s puppy. But they need to survive the roving gangs, crazy scientists and troublemakers within their own ranks in order to discover it. "Not since World War Z have zombies been presented in such a unique light. Give Wilson some props, and her little dog too." Danielle DeVor, Author of Sorrow’s Point



An eerie keening shattered the morning air: the apocalypse had begun.Of course Maddie Worthing didn’t know that. She just thought her dogs had to pee.She slowed the car and darted glances at the empty desert to see what else could have set her dogs off. She saw exactly what she’d seen for the last two hours along the two-lane highway – nothing. She didn’t see the white raven fly ahead of her to the east.“Damn it girls, settle down,” she yelled over their ear-splitting howls. “You scared the hell out of me. Inside voices!” She rolled the windows down a little, hoping the wind would settle them.They were ten miles from the rest stop. She hated stopping only thirty minutes from home, but the dogs continued to whine, although much softer than before.Minutes later, Maddie pulled into the rest stop. She flexed her fingers as she released them from the wheel. The arthritis and long drive were making them uncooperative. One car was parked nearby, but no one was around. Holding Cienna’s leash, she unfastened the small poodle from her car seat and crawled into the back to do the same for Chloe.But Cienna pulled her leash from Maddie’s cramped fingers and shot out of the car.Maddie moved fast, shutting the car door with Chloe inside. She ran after the puppy as fast as being slightly overweight and no longer young would allow. The fear for Cienna triggered adrenalin which helped.Exasperated with Cienna for running off and with herself for her hands that didn’t work as well as when she was younger, she called Cienna as she headed toward the bushes behind the restrooms. There was an odd smell in the air, but Maddie wrote it off; it was a rest stop after all.“Cienna, you better get your butt back here right now or you will live in the corner for the next year!” Maddie’s voice reflected her fear that the puppy would run toward the highway. She continued toward the bushes where the puppy had disappeared. Finding a long stick, she used it to prod into the underbrush, calling for Cienna all the while.The pup had a habit of running under bushes. She’d done the same thing at home on their large lot. So Cienna went into in a pen when she was outside. That stopped the dog from disappearing into the low hanging branches of the mesquite trees for hours. Cienna had not mastered “Come here” very well.Maddie heard a sound behind her and turned to see three figures lurching from the restroom. She peered over her sunglasses in disbelief. They were dressed nicely enough, but their clothes had been ripped as if they had been in a horrible accident. One had blood dripping down the side of her face. Another had his head caved in on one side with strange growths, almost like small antlers, on the other. Maddie looked around for cameras. Had she stumbled onto one of those prank shows, maybe? Or a zombie movie set?If so, it must have been a B movie. The makeup on these people was not very realistic. The blood looked rather thin as it trickled down their faces, but there was certainly enough gore. A man appeared to drag his intestines behind him. Maddie shook her head as she looked around again, forgetting to call for Cienna for a few seconds.“Sorry if I stumbled onto your set,” she called to the figures approaching her. “I didn’t see any signs or anything.”There was no answer as the figures came closer. Once they were only yards away, Maddie’s heart dropped into her stomach. That wasn’t makeup. Makeup didn’t have that god-awful smell. She made a few strangled mewling sounds before letting loose with a long scream. She threw the stick at the nearest figure and ran for the car, screaming for Cienna.




After a successful career being other people, and later teaching others the many tricks of that trade, Maer Wilson has decided to be herself for a while. Turns out she's a writer. She's always loved stories, especially fantasy, mystery and sci fi. Maer was born in the Year of the Dragon and has a dragon-themed room in her home, but sadly no dragons in the back yard. When she's not writing, Maer plays online video games, teaches college and reads. Maer is a partner in Ellysian Press, a small publishing house. She also co-hosts the literary podcast MythBehaving. Maer lives in the high desert of Southern Nevada with her three dogs, a chihuahua and two poodles.

Her books include Apocalypta Z and Relics, Portals, and Magics in the Modern Magics series. There are four prequel novelettes in the series - “Ghost Memory,” “Unwanted Ghost,”  “Ghost Dancer” and “Wedding Ghost.” A recently released box set includes all the novelettes plus a new story, “Lost Ghost.” You can find all Maer’s books and novelettes at Amazon and other online retailers.

For more info, you can visit Maer’s website at http://maerwilson.com/.




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The Regency Risks by Natasha Blackthorne

  
Erotic Romance ~ BDSM and D/s Elements ~ Rubenesque ~ Regency Historical ~ Character Driven ~ Drama ~ Angst ~ Shy Heroine ~ Three Novel Length Stories
He is her most dangerous temptation and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?Book one in the Regency Risks SeriesEmotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband's life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. She longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.And now she's willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her.When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approached him, Ruel instantly sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her submission and obedience.But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She's learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through her self-protective defences and show her how to love when he has spent his lifetime avoiding that tender trap?
Trust Me is the sequel to A Measured Risk
Erotic Romance, Regency Historical, Light BDSM and D/s Elements, Rubenesque / BBW, Character-driven Story, Shy Heroine, Angst, Drama, Novel Length
Anne and Jon's love was born in isolation. Now necessity has thrust them back into Society. Will their fragile bond survive the strain of slander and scandal?All of Mayfair is staring at her and wondering if she is insane.Anne Lloyd, the new Countess of Ruel, thought she'd finally begun to heal from having witnessed the terrible death of her first husband. But, from her new husband's grandmother to his ex-mistresses, it is all that is on everyone's lips. What scares her more than the potential social ruin is that even she isn't sure they aren't right.There are times when it seems that the bloody battlefields of Europe were easier to navigate than the so-called civilized graces of Society.Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, has commanded men on the battlefield and women in the ballrooms and bedchambers with his dominant personality. It tears him apart that he can't command his wife's terrors to go away. To top it off, he has to battle his grandmother, for Anne's acceptance as the new Countess.There are those who will stop at nothing to tear apart the fragile bond between the newlyweds.As external foes close ranks, Anne is pushed to the wall and forced to face the enemy within and to learn to have faith in herself before she can give herself fully. And Jon must come to grips with what it means to be truly vulnerable in love.
Can Lady and Lord Ruel learn to trust other each enough to keep their love, and her sanity, intact?Erotic Romance ~ Regency Historical ~ Light BDSM and D/s Elements ~ Older Woman, Younger Man ~ Former Courtesan Kept Woman ~ Novel Length ~ Part of a series but may be read as standalone.Rebecca is in grave danger. Accused of murder and blackmailed by a vicious, powerful aristocrat who demands she help ruin the noble protector she once loved, common-born, gentle-natured Rebecca is in desperate need of help. From the shadows steps forth a man offering her aid--a man she rejected years ago when he was but a youth. Now he appears before her utterly changed, no longer a boy but a man with a dark, mysterious past. How can she trust him? Yet with her time and options running out, how can she not trust him?Stephen Drake lost Rebecca long ago. Back then, he was too young to keep a woman like
her. Now a spy for the Crown, he has power, funds, a title...and he's been assigned to follow Rebecca. But thoughts of his mission fade to the background as his old passion for her flares and his darkly erotic side--one he's fought to keep hidden for many years--awakens with a vengeance. This time, he is determined to possess her forever.But as danger surrounds them, the two lovers must face secrets that could destroy them and the fragile trust they've built.  Amazon US I Amazon UK I Amazon CA I Amazon AU
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Unwrapping Noel by Jennifer Theriot

UNWRAPPING NOEL
AUTHOR: Jennifer TheriotGENRE: Women's Contemporary RomanceCOVER DESIGINER:  The Graphics Shed
EDITOR: RE Hargrave Noel Calabrese hates Christmas as much as she hates her life. While in the Napa Valley on a business trip, she meets Leon Hallas. Could this sexy, silver fox be her ticket to happiness? Will she learn to trust again? Noel Calabrese, PR Public Relations or Pathetic Relationship?Gaww! I absolutely hate this day—December eighth, Catholic holy day, feast of The Immaculate Conception, and my sister, Holly’s, birthday. Did I fulfill my holy obligation today and go to mass? No, I did not. I’m a faltering excuse for a Catholic. Did I call Holly this morning and wish her happy birthday? Did I send her a card? No, to both of those. My parents are probably cursing me from their graves for the way I’ve turned out, not to mention the deity above.It’s freezing cold. Drizzling rain and the bad weather make for a horrible commute home on the freeway. The approaching holidays make it even worse, so I shake my head and spew out a few, choice, cuss words. I flip my middle finger at the plethora of stupid drivers who believe it is their right to drive like idiots.Tapping impatiently on my steering wheel, I look at the mall parking lot and wonder how people actually find joy in buying shit, just to be giving it away. Half the time, what you give gets returned anyway. I sound jaded, but it’s the truth. Think about it. You spend countless hours wandering around the stores, buy a gift you think someone will like, for the sake of giving, spend time wrapping it, and then the day after Christmas, everyone is clamoring to get to the mall to return their presents. A futile waste of time. Stores are open on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. The whole world is after the almighty dollar instead of focusing on the reason for the season. Growing up, my sister and I were lucky to get a doll from Santa. These days, I think people just buy gifts to be buying them. The whole meaning of Christmas is pissed away by greed and material things. Isn’t Christmas supposed to be about celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ? It’s His birthday after all. Why do we need gifts? I swear, this gets worse every year, and I keep telling myself that I’m not buying any more presents for anyone. I’ll just give them a card that explains the true meaning of the season and be done with it.The red brake lights of cars, and the annoying sounds of horns honking, coupled with the blaring of an ambulance trying to meander its way through the congested traffic, have me wanting to scream. I pull into the right lane, letting the ambulance pass, and make the sign of the cross, hoping the person in the ambulance is safe.On the other hand, I’m angry, and I’m tired. I’m stressed out, and I just want to get home, peel off my clothes, grab a glass of wine, and unwind. Pounding my fists on the steering wheel does nothing to expedite the process, so I talk myself into taking a deep breath, turn on some classical music, and deal with the anxiety.Traffic opens up, and I push my foot on the pedal—bumping me ten miles over the speed limit to get to my safe haven. Finally, I pull onto my street, stop my car in front of the mailbox, and reach in to grab the day’s stack. I see Dave’s Mercedes parked in the driveway, but the damn front lights to the house aren’t on. So typical! It’s dark, and the floodlight on the driveway must be out as well. I get out of my car, grab the shitload of work files out of the back seat, and proceed to slip on the wet, slick driveway, falling forward. AMAZON US ~ AMAZON CA ~ GOODREADS USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot hails from the Great State of Texas. She is a career woman, working as CFO of a Texas based real estate investment firm by day and does her writing at nights and on weekends. In her limited spare time, Jennifer enjoys being outdoors; preferably somewhere on a beach curled up with a good book. Spending time with family and friends, listening to music, watching a baseball game and enjoying a good bottle of wine are usually on her to-do lists. She’s mom to three grown children and ‘MiMi’ to three (soon to be four) grandkids – all of whom she adores!               Kindle Firea Rafflecopter giveaway MoB Promosmagicofbookspromo@gmail.com

Voices by Clarissa Johal

"Sometimes the ghosts from your past…are real." Title: Voices Author: Clarissa Johal Genre: Paranormal Psychological Suspense Release Date: May 19, 2015 Tour Host: DRC Promotions Synopsis:Sometimes the ghosts from your past…are real. Moira Flynn is arrested for attacking a door-to-door solicitor with a knife. She claims a voice told her the man was intent on assaulting her. The trouble is, she was the only one that heard that voice. Moira strikes a plea bargain and is sent to a psychiatric hospital for voluntary treatment. Dr. Richard Cassano is hesitant to treat her as schizophrenic, as she does not show the standard symptoms. As their sessions progress, Moira confesses there are two voices—and they aren’t voices in her head, but the voices of ghosts. Are they imaginary? Or are they actual spirits, attached to her for reasons of their own? As Moira’s doctor uncovers more of her past, he begins to realize that her ghosts are real. And one of them is determined to drag Moira into the afterlife with him.  
Buy Voices:Amazon - BN - Kobo - Smashwords - iBooksExcerpt:They got their food and sat at one of the dining room tables in the corner. Moira pretended not to notice a couple of raised eyebrows from the other patients. “How long have you been able to see them?” “Who?” “Your ghosts.” “For a while,” Moira replied vaguely. Adam picked up his dinner roll and took a large bite. “My guess is longer than just ‘a while.’” Moira’s attention was captured again by his green eye, so sharply contrasting his brown one. He was almost too intense to look at. Almost. “How did you get the scratches?” His gaze settled on her cheek. “One of the other patients started a fight,” she said, covering her cheek with her hand. “I guess she doesn’t like me.” “What’s not to like? You seem okay to me.” Oddly, his statement made her stomach do a flip-flop. “Thanks.” “You know how some people are, quick to judge.” He dropped his fork and bent to retrieve it. Moira pictured herself reaching over and brushing back the lock of dark hair that fell across his forehead. She glanced nervously over her shoulder. Jack and Isabella were strangely silent. Isabella was probably just trying to figure out what childish thing she could say, but Jack…she knew that Jack was sizing Adam up; he did it with every man she came into contact with. And she knew he wouldn’t appreciate her noticing how handsome Adam was either. “I’m sure they upped her meds,” Adam said as he tossed the fork onto the table again. “This place sucks. It won’t do a damn thing but make you spill your guts, drive you crazy or turn you into a zombie. Last pills they sent me home with made me feel like my skull was being split with a meat cleaver.” “So you stopped taking them?” “Yep.” “How did you end up back here?” “My brother called the cops. Lying asshole, I should be used to it by now,” Adam muttered. “I was staying with him until I got my shit together, but he walked in on me as I was flushing my pill down the toilet and freaked out.” A look of distress crossed his face. “Whatever, I’ll be out soon enough.” He finished his roll and started on an apple. “What did your doctor put you on? Who is your doctor anyways?” “Um, he hasn’t put me on anything yet. I see Dr. Cassano.” “Ahh, Dr. Cassano.” He raised an eyebrow. “I hear the nurses talking about him all the time.” “He’s nice enough.” “I see Dr. Leo. He’s an asshole.” He spit out the bite of his apple and without getting up, tossed the rest of it into the garbage, basketball style. “Have you spoken to your ghosts about leaving?” “I’ve …tried.” “They won’t?” “No.” “You want me to ask them for you?” “Seriously?” She stayed an initial surge of hopefulness and reminded herself that Adam was in here because he was crazy. Not like her at all. “I can try.” He settled back and stared right at Isabella. That’s a fluke, she thought. He just picked an empty spot next to me. “You need to go,” Adam said simply. “Moira doesn’t want you around her.” He waited a beat. “Wow, she’s hostel. Kids can be such brats. I’ll try your other one.” He looked right at where Jack stood. The other empty spot next to me, she reminded herself. “Leave. Your time is done, tall guy. You have no business being here anymore.” She felt Jack’s presence crackle with anger. “He’s even more hostel than she is,” Adam said. “Sucks for you.” Moira felt her hopes deflate. Well, it’s not as if he can really see them, she thought. “Thanks anyways.” He aimed his plastic cup towards the trash and tossed it. It missed and rolled towards the kitchen door. “Damn. No points for me.” The cook leaned out the kitchen door and waved his ladle at them. “Stop tossing your garbage everywhere, you’re getting milk on the floor. Somebody’s got to mop that up.” “I hate that a culinary genius like you has to do that,” Adam called back with a straight face. “Smart ass,” the cook replied. “You lucky I don’t spit in your food.” Adam held his hands up in mock surrender. “I know you say that with love, Nathan.” He picked up his tray. “See you around.” Moira watched him swagger away. It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t mentioned Isabella was a child or said anything about Jack. Lucky guess.  
About The Author: Clarissa Johal is the author of paranormal novels, THE ISLAND, VOICES, STRUCK, and BETWEEN. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing, taking pictures of gargoyles, or swinging from a trapeze. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters, and every stray animal that darkens their doorstep. *Member of the Horror Writers Association    
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