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January 27, 2015
Teaser Tuesday
Author
LDR
Lorcan has been keeping secrets for far too many years. He isn’t even sure who he is anymore. He promised his father he would kill the last descendants of Eriu. He promised the last descendant of Eriu her daughter would have a future. Lorcan doesn’t break promises, and that’s a problem. Who will Lorcan betray…
His father
or
the Daughters of Eriu?
Aryssa Lyn thought she knew exactly who she was.
…She was wrong.
After taking a new position with her job in Ireland, Aryssa is immersed in a new world she never knew existed. A world she was born into and not everyone is happy about that. Kings, Queens, a handsome prince, magic, ghost, guardians, and if that isn’t enough Aryssa is on at least two peoples hit list. Will she follow the destiny she was born to fulfill? And more importantly can she survive training with the very people who want her death?
Book 1 in the Daughters & Sons of Ireland series.
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Fire Me Up Blog Tour & Giveaway by Kimberly Kincaid
Fire Me Up
Pine Mountain # 4
By: Kimberly Kincaid
Releasing January 27th 2015
Zebra/ Kensington
Blurb
IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT…
Teagan O’Malley can handle a crisis. She’s a paramedic, it’s her job. But she never expected to land in the kitchen of her father’s pub, with no notice, no cash, and no room for error. The kitchen is not her favorite place. Lucky for her, she just scraped a bad-boy chef off the pavement after a motorcycle accident—and something about him says he can turn up the heat in more ways than one.
Adrian Holt has had a rough few years, and he’s not eager to get tangled up in anything more complicated than a good risotto. But with a broken arm and a head full of bad memories, he needs a challenge to keep him sane. Teagan’s dare-me attitude and smoldering mess of a bar are just what the doctor ordered. And the two of them together might cook up some even better medicine…
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Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/112826-pine-mountain
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Author Info
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book.
Kimberly is a 2011 RWA Golden Heart® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Her digital Line series is all about the hot cops and sexy chefs of Brentsville, New York. She is also the author of the Pine Mountain series, which follows small town singles as they find big-time love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.
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Excerpt
Teagan shouldered her first-in bag and jumped out of the rig, her boots barely making contact with the pavement before one of the cops securing the scene had fallen into step beside her. “Morning, Officer. What’ve we got?”
Although her eyes were locked in on the scene about thirty yards away—which was thankfully blocked from incoming traffic by a pair of police cruisers—Teagan’s attention was just as sharply focused on the cop’s response.
“Motorcycle versus minivan. Motorcycle driver is over there, single rider, wearing a helmet. Denies losing consciousness, no visible head injury, but he’s combative and complaining of left arm pain. I’ve got an officer on him now, just to make sure he didn’t fly before you got here. He’s going to be a handful.”
“Oh goodie. I eat those for breakfast,” Teagan said, moving swiftly past the barricade. “How about vehicle two?”
The officer tipped his chin at a dark green Honda Odyssey sitting halfway on the shoulder of the road, hazard lights flashing in perfect orange rhythm. “Minivan driver has her two kids in the backseat, all parties belted in. Everyone appears stable with no visible injuries, no complaints of pain. Scene is secure. Just let us know what you need.”
“Got it, thanks.” She swung her gaze at Evan before letting it land on the Honda. “You want the minivan before the cops take her report? I’m grabbing Chris and Jeff from Seven to help nail down this single rider and make sure he’s stable for transport.”
Evan shook his head and shot her a wry grin. “I know you owe me, but I can take the cranky biker.”
As if on cue, strains of a heated altercation filtered past the scene noise, pulling a sardonic laugh from Teagan’s throat. “Call it even for the fridge. I’ve got this.”
He turned with a shrug toward the nearby minivan. “You’re a glutton for punishment, O’Malley.”
Understatement of the frickin’ year.
Teagan called for the two firefighters before turning her attention toward her patient, who stood arguing with one of Pine Mountain’s finest in the middle of the road in spite of the fact that she was certain he’d seen better days.
Holy big-man-on-a-stick, this might be more than she’d bargained for.
Even though his back was half-turned and she was a good ten paces away, the guy was obviously huge, and from the sound of it, he was no stranger to being righteously pissed off. Still, the unmistakable edge of pain bled through his tone as clear as sunrise over Big Gap Lake, and the way he clutched his left arm at such an awkward angle against his body told her all she needed to know. Pissed off or not, she was getting her hands on him, pronto.
“Hey, Chris, run and grab the backboard from the rig and roll the cot over here, yeah? Jeff, you’re with me for trauma assessment. I get the feeling it’s going to be an adventure.” She lasered her focus from her crew to the injured man without breaking stride or waiting for answers.
Time to get to work.
“Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but I heard this is where the party is.” Without a second thought, Teagan slipped into the hairbreadth of space between the cop and her irritated patient, assessing the latter with a critical eye. Her subconscious gave a whisper of recognition as she looked at his rugged, stubbled face, but the tickle of familiarity took a backseat to the visual assessment she needed to do in order to gauge his injuries.
The guy had nearly a foot on her, which was pretty freaking impressive considering she measured in at five foot- seven. The physique that went with his height left impressive in the dust, though, especially since his chest was as thick as a double-wide trailer and every ounce of it appeared to be muscle.
Make that leather-clad muscle, which had probably saved his ass, quite literally. As best she could tell, thanks to his now-banged-up jacket, the guy’s road rash appeared shockingly minimal, although she’d have to get the garment off to be sure.
Too bad the rest of his injuries didn’t match, namely that arm he was cradling like a helpless newborn. She didn’t even want to get started on the laundry list of other injuries that could be lurking beneath the dirt-streaked denim and leather.
She passed the first-in bag to Jeff, who caught it without looking while the police officer stepped to the background to give them a wide berth.
“My name is Teagan O’Malley, and I’m a paramedic with Pine Mountain Fire and Rescue,” she said, her hands a flurry of movement as she geared up to do a rapid trauma assessment. “Can you tell me your name?”
The guy lifted a pierced eyebrow toward his spiky platinum hairline and speared her with a stare caught somewhere between hazel and cold gray. God, how did she know him?
“I’m fine,” he ground out, his voice pure gravel and aggravation. “Which I already told that fucking jarhead, but he wouldn’t let me leave.”
Yeah. It was going to take a little more than a bad attitude and some uncut testosterone to get her to back down. “That fucking jarhead, as you so eloquently put it, might’ve saved your life by keeping you here until you can be medically cleared. While I doubt there’s a gift registry for that kind of thing, a simple thank you might be nice. Just to be on the safe side.”
Her would-be patient took a step back, his stare going from cutting to calculating in the span of a breath. “I don’t need to be medically cleared,” he said, although it didn’t escape her notice that he caught the cop’s attention to toss him a tight nod.
Teagan bit back the temptation to point out that, from the looks of things, he was a walking, talking version of the game Operation with that arm bent up like it was. “Okay. Why don’t you let me give you a quick once-over to be sure?”
“No.” The word fell between them without subtlety, and she drew back with a frown. The tough guy routine was cute really, but nobody was indestructible.
“Look, I know this isn’t fun, but it’s necessary, so—”
“If you think I’m getting in that ambulance, then you don’t know shit.”
Jeff locked eyes on her in a nonverbal communication of say the word, but Teagan gave a quick shake of her head. She’d handled enough tough guys to fill a stadium, and this one was no different.
She craned her neck and stepped close enough to see the numerous abrasions peppered in with the guy’s dark stubble, meeting his stare head-on even though it sent an involuntary shiver down the plumb line of her spine.
“Let me tell you what I do know.” She dropped her voice to just a notch above a whisper and threw on a smile as thick and sweet as store-bought frosting. “I know your arm is broken, and I think you know it, too. I know you don’t want me to look at it even though it hurts like a bitch. And I also know that’s not an option, because it’s possible that broken arm is the least of your worries. So here it is. You can either cooperate with me and we’ll do this the easy way, or I can sedate you and work you over so thoroughly, I’ll be on a first-name basis with every last part of you. Are we clear?”
A muscle tightened in the hard line of his jaw, drawing out the silence for a beat, then two before he turned toward her ever so slightly, as if waiting for her to get on with it.
Good enough, she thought as she lifted her hands to start checking him out.
But before Teagan could even start on his pulse, the guy’s free hand had turned to form an ironclad circle around her wrist.
Heat shot all the way up Teagan’s arm and her heart whacked against her ribs like a hockey puck dropping at center ice . . . right up until she realized the guy had simply reached out to get her attention.
“Adrian.” The word, little more than a harsh affirmation, pushed past his lips quietly, and it snapped her focus back into place.
“Excuse me?”
As fast as he’d touched her, he loosened his fingers, as if the movement of getting her attention in the first place had drained his strength to fumes. “My name is Adrian. And yeah. My arm hurts like hell.”
And just like that, she was moving again, even though her skin still prickled with strange and residual warmth.
“Can you rate the pain on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst pain you’ve ever felt?”
Something Teagan couldn’t get a gauge on flickered across his expression, darkening his eyes to a steely green gray, but he snuffed it out with an audible exhale. “If I don’t move it, it’s fine.”
“And if you do?”
Adrian paused. “Six.”
Damn. She’d hate to know what had given him his ten. “Okay, Adrian, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to have you sit on this cot.” Teagan stopped to acknowledge Chris’s impeccable timing as he rolled the thing over, and she reached for the trauma shears Jeff had wordlessly taken from the bag before she continued. “And I’m going to ask you a couple of questions while I check you out. You okay with that?”
He dropped his chin a fraction, and the wince it produced wasn’t lost on her. “What’re those for?” Adrian asked, gaze firm on the shears in her grip.
“I’m sorry, but in order to get a good look at you, that jacket’s got to go.”
The feral expression she’d just lulled off Adrian’s face made a vengeful comeback. “You’re not cutting my jacket.”
Oh, come on. She was a paramedic, not a magician, and that arm probably resembled a jigsaw puzzle right out of the box. “You got any better ideas on how to get it off over a broken limb, Einstein?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
In the time it took her to blink, he had the jacket halfway off his shoulders even though the move had to hurt like nothing else, and Teagan’s gut gave an uncharacteristic yank.
“Wait—stop!”
But before her words could make it all the way out, the deed was done. “There . . . you go,” Adrian grated, his face roughly the color of the sheet on the cot as he gripped the jacket in his free hand. “Problem solved.”
“Are you out of your mind? I can’t help you if you’re only going to make things worse!” Christ. If there were broken ribs in that granite wall of a chest of his, he could’ve single-handedly punctured a lung with that little stunt.
His voice only held the slightest hitch as he fixed her with a stoic glance. “You said you needed it off to get a good look, right? Now you’re free and clear, Red.”
Jeff reclaimed the trauma shears and put them in the bag with a sheepish grin. “Hate to admit it, O’Malley, but he’s kind of right. What do you need first?”
Teagan sucked down a deep breath and shot Jeff the mother of all death glares. “I’ve got the RTA. You work on getting the stuff together to splint that arm.” She turned her glare on Adrian as Jeff began to rummage for what he needed. “Park it,” she said, jutting her chin at the cot.
Miraculously, he settled against the reclined back of the rolling bed and let her take his vitals without argument. The numbers were startlingly good for someone who’d just turned his motorcycle into spare parts in the middle of the road, but she’d seen vitals nosedive without warning too often for that to mean he was in the clear.
No better way to assess an injury than to let your fingers do the walking. Starting at the top of Adrian’s platinum blond head, she skimmed her hands over him, missing nothing as she worked her way down the corded muscles in his neck and chest. The injury to his forearm indicated an obvious break, but since the skin was intact, she placed the limb carefully at his side to await a splint before sliding her hands to his abdomen.
“Careful. Any more personal and you’re going to have to take me to dinner first.”
The comment, and the hint of dark humor that came with it, caught Teagan totally off guard under the circumstances, and her fingers stuttered over the left side of his rib cage. She’d done thousands of assessments, and never once had they been anything other than a hundred percent perfunctory.
But right now, with her hands about an inch above the low-slung waistband of Adrian’s jeans, her brain heaved forward into forbidden territory, and her girly parts were all too happy to shake off the dust and go along for the unexpected joyride.
Teagan cleared her throat. Twice. “I’m, ah, just making sure nothing else feels broken. Did you lose consciousness at any time? Any dizziness, nausea, trouble breathing? Anything like that?” She reset her hands and forced herself to concentrate as she moved them over the rest of his upper body.
Wow. He really was . . . wow.
And she really needed to knock it off.
“No, and no. Like I told the cops, I’m not an idiot. I don’t ride without a helmet.”
She worked her way down the lower half of his body, satisfied that everything was in working order before returning her attention to his face. “Good intentions aren’t always enough to save people, you know.”
His pupils looked round, reactive, and a lot less pissed than before, and his gravelly voice held a hint of amusement as he said, “Spare me the lecture, Red. I’m a big boy.”
Teagan fought both the urge to agree with him and the burning desire to roll her eyes. “Gee, I’ve never heard that nickname for a redhead before.”
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Sweet Surprise by Candis Terry & Giveaway
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Playing naughty or nice . . .
Fiona Wilder knows all about falling in lust. Love? That’s another story. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, the single mom and cupcake shop owner is focused on walking the straight and narrow. But trouble has a way of finding her. And this time it comes in the form of a smoking hot firefighter who knows all the delicious ways to ignite her bad-girl fuse. Can lead to heartbreak . . .
Firefighter Mike Halsey learned long ago that playing with fire just gets you burned. He’s put his demons behind him, and if there’s one line he won’t cross, it’s getting involved with his best friend’s ex. But when fate throws him in the path of the beautiful, strong, and off-limits Fiona, will he be able to fight their attraction? Or will he willingly go down in flames? Or a sweet surprise!
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Candis Terry was born and raised near the sunny beaches of
Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced
life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing
down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for
writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love,
and the security one finds in their own happily ever after.
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Bridges Burned by Chris Cannon RDB
Bridges Burned
By Chris Cannon
January 27, 2015
Don’t just fight the
system…burn it.
Since discovering she
is a shape-shifting, fire-breathing dragon on her sixteenth birthday
(surprise!), Bryn McKenna’s world has been thrown into chaos. Being a
“crossbreed”—part Red dragon and part Blue—means Bryn will never fit in. Not
with dragon society. Not with the archaic and controlling Directorate. And
definitely not when she has striped hair and a not-so-popular affection for
rule-breaking…
But sneaking around
with her secret boyfriend, Zavien, gets a whole lot harder when he’s betrothed
to someone else. Someone who isn’t a mixed breed and totally forbidden. And for
an added complication, it turns out Bryn’s former archnemesis Jaxon Westgate
isn’t quite the evil asshat she thought. Now she’s caught between her desire to
fit in and a need to set things on fire. Literally.
Because if Bryn can’t
adapt to the status quo…well, then maybe it’s time for her to change it.
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~*~ABOUT CHRIS CANNON~*~
Chris Cannon lives in
Southern Illinois with her husband and her three dogs, Pete the shih tzu who
sleeps on her desk while she writes, Molly the ever-shedding yellow lab, and
Tyson the sandwich-stealing German Shepherd Beagle. She believes coffee is the
Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down
caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures. Going Down In Flames
is the first book in Chris Cannon’s shape-shifting dragon series.
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January 26, 2015
Gwyn Cready JUST IN TIME FOR A HIGHLANDER Spotlight + Giveaway
Title: Just in Time for a Highlander
Series: Sirens of the Scottish
Author: Gwyn Cready
ISBN: 9781492601937
Pubdate: February 3rd, 2015
From RITA winner Gwyn Cready comes a Scottish borderlands time travel romance perfect for fans of Outlander
For Duncan MacHarg, things just got real…
Battle reenactor and financier Duncan MacHarg thinks he has it made—until he lands in the middle of a real Clan Kerr battle and comes face to face with their beautiful, spirited leader. Out of time and out of place, Duncan must use every skill he can muster to earn his position among the clansmen and in the heart of the devastatingly intriguing woman to whom he must pledge his oath.
Abby needs a hero and she needs him now
When Abigail Ailich Kerr sees a handsome, mysterious stranger materialize in the midst of her clan’s skirmish with the English, she’s stunned to discover he’s the strong arm she’s been praying for. Instead of a tested fighter, the fierce young chieftess has been given a man with no measurable battle skills and a damnably distracting smile. And the only way to get rid of him is to turn him into a Scots warrior herself—one demanding and intimate lesson at a time.
Excerpt:
“Undine, do you see what your magic has wrought?” Abby stabbed a finger in Duncan’s direction.
The woman gave him a full look and her eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, dear.”
“What magic?” Duncan demanded.
Undine regarded him thoughtfully. “He’s handsome, at least. And tall. That could be useful. But that hair…”
“If I wanted handsome, Rosston would certainly do. He at least wields a real sword.” She took Undine by the elbow and turned her away from Duncan. “The poor man appears to have no skills beyond his fists,” she said in a lowered voice. “And I think he’s addled in his head—like Hal the sheep shearer.”
“What were you thinking?” Undine demanded.
“What was I thinking?! ’Twas your herbs.”
“I mean when you opened the paper.”
“I didn’t open the paper. It was shot out of my hand.”
“All of it?!” Undine paled.
“Except for the part that flew in my mouth.” Abby wiped the back of her hand across her tongue and made a sharp sound of disgust. “It tasted like burnt groats.”
Duncan had had enough of being ignored. “What herbs? What magic? What are you talking about? Did you bring me here?”
Undine considered. “You could try to make do with him.”
“Make do?!” Abby cried. “You make do with him! Can’t you see this is the last thing I need with the clans right now?” She pulled herself onto the horse. “You need to get rid of him.”
The “get rid of him” made Duncan’s stomach tighten. “No. Wait—”
“Abby?” a voice called from beyond the trees. “Abby, are you there?”
“Oh, God help us, it’s Rosston.” Abby gave Duncan a warning look. “Don’t say another word.”
“No!” Duncan grabbed her pommel. “I want to go home! Send me home! I don’t know what you two witches have done.”
“Silence, you fool.” She jerked the reins in an effort to keep the beast from lurching. The arrow fell from her bow.
A kilted clansman crested the rise.
“You, there!” Duncan called to the man. “Help me. These women have—”
Duncan felt a thwack on the head, and the world went dark.
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January 25, 2015
MURDER, MAYHEM & BLISS Tour & Giveaway
Guest Post:
I’m so happy to be here on Babs Book Bistro and would like to thank Babs for having me. I also want to remind everyone to sign up for the week long Rafflecopter Giveaway—a gift box including a chocolate-cherry cake recipe for Valentine’s Day, plus an autographed book, crystal wineglasses and a vintage, etched glass cake plate.
Today, I’m sitting here writing this on an amazing day in mid-January with sunshine and temperatures in the 60’s. In general, I find this alarming and worry about the bulbs and trees that might get confused and spring to life prematurely. But on a purely personal level, it’s a wonderful afternoon.
Sitting in my garden in the shade I’m watching about a dozen bright red Cardinal males descend on the birdseed I just put out. Slowly, the females are starting to join them, plus chickadees, titmice, sparrows, juncos and goldfinches, all flying by over my head with a great deal of wing fluttering and chirping.
In case you can’t tell by now, I’m a gardener, and a birder. Summer and winter, they are both joys in my life, and a few years ago, the garden and the birds taught me a valuable lesson in patience and learning to just let some things be. Allowing nature to take its course in the landscape can be the wisest choice some times. Not a hundred percent, of course, but a lot more than most of us seem to want to do.
A few years ago, after spending years doing my gardening on what had been open pasture to start with, I relocated and started over again on a virgin plot of land that had never been developed or shaped by the hand of man. A small chunk of what was destined to become a backyard was old growth in the form of a stand of towering cottonwoods with a tangle of vines wrapped around their trunks and reaching fifty to sixty feet in the air.
The first winter, as I studied the landscape, I saw these vines as nothing more than an eyesore and decided that they would be one of the first things to go when we got around to taming the dense patch of wilderness. But I also realized there was no real hurry, and during that next summer I noticed that one of the vines entangling the cottonwood trunks was a trumpet vine. Which was a good thing. As I sat where I’m sitting now, I could even see tiny hummingbirds high in the air stopping at each of the bright orange flowers.
Wondering if there was a way to separate the trumpet vine from the rest, I continued to hold back on my plans to do away with the vines. Then the next summer I saw that there was also honeysuckle, and again there were hummingbirds plus bees and butterflies hovering around the tree when the honeysuckle was in bloom. Four months later I watched while Cardinals plucked off the small, black berries that followed the honeysuckle’s blossoms.
That same fall, I also recognized what was a wild grape interwoven with the trumpet and honeysuckle vines. That winter I watched from my living room window as birds gathered the small grapes from the grapevine while a squirrel ran up and down the tree chewing off the tips of the vines and carrying them up to pad the nest he was rebuilding for the winter.
As I began to put out feed for the birds and more and more of them gathered in the backyard in the wintertime, I noticed that they used the vines as a place to shelter. Tucked deep in the tangle against the trunk of the tree, they clustered by the dozens, protected from predators and the worst of the wind, bathing in the sun’s rays, a feathered brotherhood.
Watching them from my window I realized that what had seemed senseless and unattractive when I had seen it that first winter was, in fact, food and shelter to countless creatures who lived on that land. Beautiful in the summertime and harmless to the tree they used for support, the vines served a purpose that nothing else could replace. To have torn them out would have been a huge mistake.
Summer and winter now, I watch the birds and the squirrels make their way up and down and in and out of the vines, and I am so glad that I decided to wait. Sometimes the best decision is simple patience.
Murder, Mayhem & Bliss
by Loulou Harrington
Murder, Mayhem and Bliss (Myrtle Grove Garden Club Mystery Book 1)
Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Deadly Niche Press (November 26, 2014)
ISBN-13: 978-1620161418
E-Book File Size: 461 KB
ASIN: B00PFAP65E
Synopsis:
Nothing much happens in Myrtle Grove, Oklahoma. So when prominent businessman Harry Kerr is discovered face down in his pool shortly after dawn, the breakfast crowd in Jesse Camden’s tea room is buzzing. Recognizing the name, Jesse hurries to her friend Vivian Windsor, Myrtle Grove’s resident oil heiress and great-aunt to Bliss Kerr, widow of the deceased and soon-to-be prime suspect in his suspicious death.
Clearing Bliss and finding the real murderer isn’t what Jesse meant when she offered her assistance. And wrangling an eager band of helpers while chasing a tangle of leads across the countryside, tripping over deputies and evidence along the way, isn’t her first choice for her weekend. But here she is, and here she will be, hearing secrets no one should know, and discovering betrayals no one could live with, until Jesse finds her way through the maze of deceit to uncover the real killer.
About This Author:
A lifelong fan of mysteries and the cozy genre, in particular, Loulou Harrington began her published career in romances and is now happy to be writing what she has always loved to read—a good, old-fashioned mystery. Even better, she has the chance to incorporate her personal love of gardening, cooking, exploring quaint villages and wandering through the great outdoors in her new Myrtle Grove Garden Club mystery series. She sincerely hopes you will enjoy sharing this special world with her.
Loulou Harrington, Author
Myrtle Grove Garden Club mysteries
MURDER, MAYHEM AND BLISS, Book 1
http://www.loulouharrington.com/
Author Links
Blog: http://myrtlegrovemornings.wordpress.com/
or: http://loulouwritescozy.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/loulou.harrington
Twitter: https://twitter.com/loulouwrites1
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Tour Participants
January 25 – Babs Book Bistro – Guest Post, Giveaway
January 26 – Back Porchervations – Review
January 27 – Cozy Up With Kathy – Interview
January 28 – 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too! – Guest Post
January 29 – Queen of All She Reads – Review
January 30 – Shelley’s Book Case – Review, Guest Post, Giveaway
January 31 – deal sharing aunt – Interview
February 1 - LibriAmoriMiei – Review, Giveaway (e-book)
February 1 – Melina’s Book Blog – Review, Guest Post, Giveaway
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January 24, 2015
National Readathon Day & Casper Mattresses
Have you heard of Casper? When you are reading in bed you want a nice comfy bed to read in. Makes the whole expericence even better. They have created an outrageously comfortable mattress that ships right to your door in a box the size of a mini fridge. A bed that loves you back. How can you not give it a try.
National Readathon Day is today the 24th. What do you have sitting on your night stand to read? For myself I have a huge list of book in my to be read ( TBR ) file. You can find on my night stand a copy of the following books.
Cowboy Heaven by Cheryl Brooks
Nordic Heat by Lizzie T. Leaf
Runaway Cowboy by T.J. Klin
When it’s Right by Jennifer Ryan
Frosted Shadow by Nancy Warren
Mayhem In Christmas River by Meg Muldoon
Train Station Bride by Holly Bush
What’s on your list?
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DEVIL IN THE DEADLINE by LynDee Walker & Giveaway
Devil in the Deadline
by LynDee Walker
Giveaway at bottom of post.
Devil in the Deadline
(A Nichelle Clarke Headlines in Heels Mystery #4)
Paperback: 268 pages
Publisher: Henery Press (January 6, 2015)
ISBN-13: 978-1940976617
Synopsis
When the Richmond police offer an exclusive in exchange for help with a case, nothing—not even a costume party—stops crime reporter Nichelle Clarke from making Manolo tracks to the crime scene. The hunt leads her to a televangelist’s compound in the Virginia countryside where the Reverend may be more interested in fat stacks of cash than he is saving wayward souls.
With two sexy guys tangled up in Nichelle’s story—and in her heart—work and love are on a crash course for disaster. Pressure pours in from every corner, including a faceless new competitor that means the deadline is always five minutes ago. As secrets threaten and the truth becomes her lifeline, Nichelle must unmask the killer and nail down the story before she’s snared in the carefully-constructed web.
About This Author
LynDee Walker’s award-winning journalistic work has appeared in newspapers and magazines across the nation.
Her debut novel, FRONT PAGE FATALITY, is an amazon and Barnes & Noble #1 bestseller, and was nominated for the Agatha Award for Best First Novel. DEVIL IN THE DEADLINE is the fourth in LynDee’s Headlines in High Heels mystery series. The fifth arrives October 2015.
LynDee adores her family, her readers, and enchiladas. She often works out tricky plot points while walking off the enchiladas. She lives in Richmond, Virginia, where she is either playing with her children, working on her next novel, or admiring beautiful shoes she can’t wear.
Interview
Babs….When did you know you wanted to write?
LynDee: Gosh, since forever. I loved books and loved to read from before I could talk, my mom always said. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be Lois Lane. But I never knew I wanted to be an author until Nichelle popped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. By the time I’d finished writing Front Page Fatality(that was in 2009), I had a whole new writing dream.
Babs…..What would you like your readers to get out of Devil in the Deadline?
LynDee: I always want the readers, above everything, to have fun. I want them to get lost in the characters and the mystery. To like Nichelle and her friends enough to imagine tagging along to happy hour after a long day at the Telegraph.
From Devil, I’d like folks to learn that things aren’t always what they seem. This is the first of my books where the central mystery is based (in part) on a story I covered as a working reporter. Pretty facades and faithful words don’t always tell the truth.
Babs…..Do you have a current project in the works?
LynDee: Always! I’m currently playing beat the deadline with the fifth (FIFTH!) Headlines in High Heels novel, tentatively titled COVER SHOT and due out in October. Nichelle and the gang are as much fun as ever, and this story is about as complicated as they come. I’m having a blast.
Babs…..Do you have a ritual when you are writing? ie coffee, music, food etc
LynDee: I have three small children, so it’s pretty much every word for itself, but ideally, I like to have coffee (in the morning or evening, icewater with lime in the afternoon) and the 90s station on the radio.
Babs…..Hobbies outside of writing?
LynDee: My family is my life. We’re always on the go, and generally up for trying anything at least once. Among our favorite things to do: bike rides, rock climbing, cooking, and anything to do with Disney World or the beach.
Babs….What book or books are you currently reading?
LynDee: I just finished reading an advance copy of Craig Lancaster’s forthcoming THIS IS WHAT I WANT. It. Is. Phenomenal. I’m honored to be offering a cover blurb for it, as soon as I figure out what to say besides “Wow.” It’s due out in July.
Babs….If you could be one character from one of your books who would it be?
LynDee: Ooooh, there’s one I haven’t been asked! I don’t know. I would love to be Nichelle, of course, for the adventure and the shoes—but I don’t think I’d care for all the turmoil of her personal life. I’m a one guy kind of girl, and my guy is pretty amazing. I love my little monkeys, too, and Nichelle wouldn’t know what to do with a diaper if her Louboutins depended on it.
I think I’d choose Melanie. She’s the City Hall reporter at the Telegraph, and she helps Nichelle out, but no one shoots at her. Plus, she has a pretty great guy who thinks she hung the moon.
Babs…Favorite drink?
LynDee: The Midori sour. There is a little of me in Nichelle.
Babs…..What is your favorite ice cream?
LynDee: Blue Bell Birthday Cake. All the other ice cream companies do that flavor wrong, but Blue Bell’s is off the charts amazing. Worth every mile it takes to burn off.
Babs….What is your favorite food?
LynDee: So many of them! If I had to pick only one favorite, I’d say really good cheese enchiladas, made with queso blanco and carne sauce.
Babs…Anything else you would like to add? ( links to any blogs/sites to follow etc)
LynDee: Thanks so much for having me today! What fun questions. Readers can find me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/lyndeewalkerbooks, on twitter @LynDeeWalker, and online at www.lyndeewalker.com.
Thank you for taking the time to answer these questions and being a guest on the blog.
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January 23, 2015
Premium Delicates Laundry Bags, Set of 4 Review
My thoughts:
These bags are very durable. I love I can wash my delicates in the washer with out them getting destroyed. I have not used any bags like this before and now wish I have done this in the past. They bags hold up well. I love the easy zipper on all the bags and how well they handle in the washer and dryer. Bra’s, socks, hosiery there is no ending to what you can put in these bags that will not be destroyed. I also like we got a dark color bag so you can separate your clothes etc. A nice things to have and so glad I have them to use.
Product info:
Your Laundry. Done Smarter.
1) Delicates Laundry Bag Perfection.
If you’ve tried any ordinary laundry wash bags, you’ll notice the InsideSmarts difference in no time. These #1 Rated Wash Bags are made of premium-grade mesh that makes them as strong & durable as they are luxurious & smooth.
2) Everything in its Place.
This popular lingerie wash bag set ships to you with 4 Luxury Wash Bags (2 medium, 2 large). Keep like-colors separated using the 3 white wash bags for light-colored loads, and the 1 large black bag for dark-colored items.
3) Every Wash: Quiet & Safe.
Zippered mesh laundry bags can be noisy, but not this new, 2015 Delicates Wash Bag design. Slip the rustproof zipper under the smart zipper guard to protect & ensure a quiet, snag-free wash.
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3 Microbiome Plus+ GI Probiotic Review + Giveaway
My thoughts: I will be honest I have not thought much about gastrointestinal health until recently. I have been having some issues and went to the doctor after I came home I saw this product on Tomoson and thought why not give this a try. I have been using for a couple of weeks now. I was surprised how well it is working. I feel better and not so many tummy issues. It has been a nice relief and happy it works so well. The nice part is I can do a giveaway for one lucky person.
All you have to do is comment and one lucky winner will get a month’s worth to try. What are you waiting for?
Product Info:
Microbiome Plus+ Gastrointestinal probiotic is a more complete gastrointestinal health dietary supplement that provides natural prebiotic fiber (scFOS) and the probiotic L. reuteri NCIMB 30242 which work together to maintain the balance of healthy bacteria in your gut and support normal digestive function.* The probiotic in Microbiome Plus+ Gastrointestinal has been shown in clinical trials to help support normal inflammatory response in addition to supporting digestive health.* scFOS is a natural prebiotic fiber that supports a healthy gastrointestinal tract by promoting digestive function, immune health, the growth of healthy bacteria, natural intestinal mechanical barriers, and gut integrity.* Microbiome Plus+ Gastrointestinal combines these two ingredients to provide more complete gastrointestinal health support.* Not only does scFOS support digestive function but as a prebiotic helps L. reuteri NCIMB 30242 to support normal gastrointestinal function.
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