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October 20, 2015

Release Blast/Giveaway RECLAIM ME by Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers


 
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RECLAIM ME
Chasing Fire #3
Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers
Releasing October 20th, 2015
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As the heart-pounding Chasing Fire

trilogy concludes, a dangerous entanglement leaves Hudson and Allie wondering

how much they’re willing to risk for the love they can’t live without…

 
There’s

almost nothing Alessandra Sinclair wouldn’t do for Hudson Chase. He was her

first love, and she’s determined that he’ll be her last. But when the terrible

truth Hudson has been hiding comes to light, Allie finds herself caught in a

deadly game of cat and mouse with a man from her past who’s determined to use

what he knows to ruin Hudson. Now, the only way to save the man she loves may

be to lose him forever…
 
Hudson

has always known that the secrets he keeps could be his downfall, but he never

expected them to put Allie’s life in danger as well. It’s time for him to come

clean–before everything he’s ever wanted is destroyed…
 
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“Exceptional…Seriously sexy and

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Allie bent to tuck her phone into the carry-on stowed beneath the seat in front of her. A shiver of awareness swept over her skin and she stilled. Hudson. She felt his presence just as surely as if he’d touched her. But despite the brief moment she took to prepare herself, the sight of him still took her breath away. He was standing in the aisle, the muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he shrugged out of his wool coat and handed it to the flight attendant. His hair was damp, no doubt from the snow falling outside, and when he reached up to run his hand through the unruly mane, his sweater rode up, affording her a glimpse of his honed washboard abs and the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his belt.


He glanced down and caught her staring. “See something you like?”


She ignored his obvious innuendo, choosing instead to address the much bigger issue. “What are you doing here?”


“Going after what’s mine.”




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Pretty When You Cry blog tour & giveaway

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Pretty When You Cry


by Skye Warren


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GENRE: Dark Romance


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I came from a place of dirt floors and holy scriptures. They told me the world outside is full of sin, and the first night I escape, I know it’s true. Ivan saves me, but he does more than that. He takes me. He makes me his own girl.


My conditioning runs too deep. Ivan sees what I am.


That’s the thing about showing a mouse to a cat. He wants to play. And it’s terrifying, even for me. Because the only thing darker than my past is his.


 


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EXCERPT  


 


So far a city looks exactly how I thought it would—gutted buildings and dark alleys.


A den of wickedness.


This morning I woke up on my floor mat in Harmony Hills. Sunlight streamed through the window while dust rose up to meet it. The white walls somehow kept their color despite rough dirt floors.


A desperate trek through the woods and a series of bus rides later, I made it to a city. This city. Tanglewood. It could have been anywhere. They’re all the same, all sinful, all scary—and the only thing that makes this one special is that I ran out of money for bus tickets.


My shoes are made of white canvas, already fraying and black from the grime of the streets. I made these shoes by hand when I turned twelve, and the heel on the left side has never fit quite right. But the bamboo soles lasted four years in the hills. Now they’re cracking against concrete. I can feel every lump in the pavement, every loose rock, every rounded hump as the sidewalk turns to cobblestone and then back again.


That’s not the worst part.


There’s someone following me. Maybe more than one person. I try to listen for the footsteps, but it’s hard to hear over the pounding in my ears, the thud of my heart against my chest. Panic is a tangible force in my head, a gritty quicksand that threatens to pull me down.


I could end up on my knees before this night is over.


But I don’t think I’ll be saying my evening prayers.


Men are standing outside a gate that hangs open on its hinges. They fall silent as I walk close. I tighten my arms where they are folded over my chest and look down. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me. It wasn’t true when I was little, and it’s not true now.


One of them steps in front of me.


My breath catches, and I stop walking. My whole body is trembling by the time I meet his eyes, bloodshot red in a shadowed face. “What’s your name?” he asks in a gravelly voice.


I jerk my head. No.


“Now that’s not very polite, is it?” Another one steps closer, and then I smell him. They couldn’t have showered in the past day or even week.


Cleanliness is a virtue.


Being quiet and obedient and small is a virtue too. “I’m sorry. I just want to—”


I don’t know what comes next. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend the past fifteen years as a disciple of the Harmony Hills never happened. None of that is possible when I’m surrounded by men. I take a step back and bump into another man. Hands close around my arms.


A sound escapes me—fear and protest. It’s more than I would have done this morning, that sound.


I’m turned to face the man behind me. He smiles a broken-toothed smile. “Doesn’t matter what you want, darling.”


My mouth opens, but I can’t scream. I can’t scream because I’ve been taught not to. Because I know no one will come. Because the consequences of crying are worse than what will happen next.


Then the man’s eyes widen in something like fear. It’s a foreign expression on his face. It doesn’t belong. I wouldn’t even believe it except he takes a step back.


My chest squeezes tight. What’s behind me? Who is behind me that could have inspired that kind of fear? The men surrounding me are monsters, but they’re backing off now, stepping away, hands up in surrender. No harm done, that’s what they’re saying without words.


I whirl and almost slip on a loose cobblestone.


The man standing in front of me is completely still. That’s the first thing I notice about him—before I see the fine cut of his black suit or the glint of a silver watch under his cuff. Before I see the expression on his face, devoid of compassion or emotion. Devoid of humanity.


“We didn’t know she worked for you,” one of the men mumbles.


They’re still backing up, forming a circle around us, growing wider. I’m in the middle. I’m the drop, and the men around me form a ripple. Then they fade into the blackness and are gone.


It’s just me and the man in the suit.


He hasn’t spoken. I’m not sure he’s going to. I half expect him to pull out a gun from somewhere underneath that smooth black fabric and shoot me. That’s what happens in the city, isn’t it? That’s what everyone told me about the outside world, how dangerous it is. And even while some part of me had nodded along, had believed them, another part of me had refused.


There had to be beauty outside the white stucco walls. Beauty that wasn’t contained and controlled. Beauty with color. Only apparently I was wrong. I haven’t seen anything beautiful—except him.


He’s beautiful in a strange and sinful way, one that makes me more afraid. Not colorful exactly. His eyes are a gray color I’ve never seen before, both deep and opaque at the same time.


He steps closer, the light from a marquee sign illuminating his face, making him look even more sinister. “What’s your name?”


I couldn’t answer those other men, but I find something inside for him. I find truth. “I’m not allowed to say my name to someone else.”


He studies me for a long moment, taking in my tangled hair and my white dress. “Why not?”


Because God will punish me. “Because I’m running away.”


He nods like this is what he expected. “Do you have money?”


I have fifteen dollars left after bus fare. “Some.”


His lips twist, and I wonder if that’s what a smile looks like on him. It’s terrifying. “No, you don’t,” he says. “The question is, what would you do to earn some?”


Anything.


My voice is just a whisper. “I’m a good girl.”


He laughs, and I see that I was wrong before. That wasn’t a smile. It was a taunt. A challenge. This is a real smile, one with teeth. The sound rolls through me like a coming storm, deep and foreboding.


“I know,” he says gently. “What’s your name?”


“Candace.”


He studies me. “Pretty name.”


His voice is deep with promise and something else I can’t decipher. All I know is he isn’t really talking about my name. And I know it isn’t really a compliment. “Thank you.”


“Now come inside, Candace.”


He turns and walks away before I can answer. I can feel the night closing in on me, the sharks in the water waiting to strike. It’s not really a choice. I think the man knows that. He’s counting on it. Whatever is going to happen inside will be bad, and the only thing worse is what would have happened outside.


I hurry to catch up with him, almost running across the crumbled driveway, under the marquee sign for the Grand, desperate for the dubious safety of the man who could hold the darkness at bay. It’s the same thing that kept me in Harmony Hills for so long—fear and twisted gratitude.


 


 


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October 19, 2015

Blog Tour ~ The Nine Month Plan by Wendy Markham & Giveaway

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Nina

Chickalini has been waiting all her life to get out of Queens, but something

always holds her back. If it isn’t the four siblings she raised almost

single-handedly, it’s the neighborhood pizzeria she’s running so Pop can take

it easy. At last, she’s counting down mere months, instead of years, until

she’ll be free to embark on her grand adventure.
 
Leave it to

her best friend, good old reliable Joe Materi, to wait until now to make an

incredible request.
 
Have his

baby? The last thing Nina needs is another reason to feel tied down. But how

can she refuse the man who’s always been there for her? Getting in the family

way turns out to be easy, and suddenly she’s seeing her old pal in a whole new

light.
 
The clock is

ticking, her bags are packed, and Joe—muscular arms cradling a baby, sexy voice

crooning a lullaby—isn’t part of the plan. So why does Nina feel as though

she’s already embarked on the adventure of a lifetime?
 
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Prologue:


 


Nina Chickalini is no stranger to the tiny, windowless room just off the rectory of Most Precious Mother church on Ditmars Boulevard in Queens.


It was here that she made her first—and last—confession to Father Hugh. Make that, the late Father Hugh. But that part—the late part—wasn’t her fault, no matter what Joey Materi said then . . . and continues to say.


Until that May weekday afternoon a decade ago, the parishioners of Most Precious Mother made their confessions in the blessed anonymity of the closest-like confessionals in the main church. But apparently, face-to-face confessions in a casual setting had become all the diocesan rage, and Nina’s pre-confirmation class was to be initiated into confessing their sins in the new-fangled way.


Ordinarily, Danny Andonelli would have gone first. But he had caught a nasty throwing-up kind of flu from his little brother—or so he said. Nina suspected he was loathe to confess his failure to Keep Holy the Sabbath Day—he’d been caught throwing water balloons at passing subway trains the previous Sunday afternoon.


Anyway, Danny was absent that day, leaving Nina alphabetically next in line to make her first confession.


She sat on the folding wooden chair opposite the kindly old priest, took a deep breath and forced herself to look him in the eye.


“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began, as Sister Mary Agnes had taught them to do in CCD.


He nodded encouragingly.


But Nina noticed that he seemed a bit pale and distracted as she launched into a detailed account of her sins: cheating on a social studies test (but not really, because she had glimpsed Andy O’Hara’s paper merely by accident); taking the name of the Lord in vain (which she couldn’t really help doing because she had dropped Grandma Valerio’s massive hardcover bible on her fragile pinky toe); covering her friend Minnie Scaturro’s brand-new canopy bed—


Suddenly, the priest keeled over, clutching his chest.


“Father Hugh?”


He writhed on the floor, gasping.


For a moment, Nina thought he was kidding. After all, he had a pretty decent sense of humor for someone who wore somber black from head to toe every day of his life.


It turned out Father Hugh wasn’t kidding.


Nina ran shrieking out into the rectory, where her pre-confirmation classmates were waiting to make their first confessions.


As Sister Agnes rushed to call 911, Joey Materi said,


“Holy shit, Nina, you must’ve confessed one hell of a sin!”


That remark was miraculously overheard by the distracted and nearly-deaf Sister Agnes, resulting in an unpleasant penance for Joey, who had his mouth washed out with soap.


Nina never did receive any penance for her curtailed first confession.


And Most Precious Mother promptly went back to using the confessionals—which is why Nina hasn’t set foot in this tiny room since.


Now, on a rainy Saturday June afternoon, the first thing she notices is that it looks exactly the same—pea-green indoor-outdoor carpeting, beige-painted cinderblock walls, a couple of wooden folding chairs, and a giant wooden crucifix as the only decor.


It smells the same, too—of incense and mildew, mothballs and musty hymnals.


The next thing she notices is that unlike the room, Joey Materi—whom she has seen practically every day of her life—looks startlingly different.


It isn’t just that his dark hair is slicked back from his handsome face, or that he’s wearing a black tuxedo instead of his usual jeans and flannel shirt.


The thing is, he suddenly looks like . . . well, like a man. The tux makes his shoulders appear broader than usual, his lean frame taller than usual. His dark eyes bear an uncharacteristically solemn expression as he stares off into space, and his full lower lip is pensively caught beneath a top row of even white teeth. The devilish, jocular Joey Nina has known all her life is gone, replaced by this—this man. This . . . Joe.


Nina takes a step closer to him, her periwinkle taffeta skirt rustling around her dyed-to-match satin pumps. She can hear faint organ music coming from the adjacent church, which is packed with expectant friends and family. You’d think someone would have instructed Millicent Milagros to stop playing “The Wedding March,” but she’s just launched into yet another round.


Nina closes the door behind her, shutting out the music and instantly becoming aware that Joey doesn’t just look different—he smells different, too.


Not that she is prone to sniffing Joey Materi. But she senses that if she were, he wouldn’t normally smell so . . . yummy. She can smell the white carnation that’s pinned to his lapel, a scent that reminds her of the Easter Sunday corsages her father used to buy for her. She can also smell a tantalizingly musky, citrus scent.


“Are you wearing aftershave or something?” she asks incredulously.


Joey looks up, startled, as if he’s just noticed her. “What the heck are you doing back here, Nina?”


Oh. That.


She takes a deep breath, forgetting all about the cologne.


“I have something to tell you,” she says, trying not to sound overly ominous.


“Who’s dead?”


Okay, so she needs to work on the ominous thing. Then again, why beat around the bush?


“Nobody’s dead, Joey . . .


“Thank God.”


“It’s worse.”


“Worse than dead? What can be worse than dead? And why are you telling me this now? I’m getting married any second.” He checks the gold wristwatch he borrowed from his older brother, Phil.


Phil, who is currently shirking his best manly duties, the lousy coward. In Nina’s opinion, Phil’s the one who should be doing this. Not her. The maid of honor is supposed to tend to the bride, not the groom.


Then again, the bride must be halfway to the Port Authority right about now.


Meanwhile, Phil is suddenly nowhere to be found, the other groomsmen are useless in the wake of last night’s rousing bachelor party, and the stricken bridesmaids are dabbing mascara-tinted tears from their cheeks in the ladies’ room.


Which leaves only Nina to break the bad news to Minnie’s would-be groom.


She puts a hand on his arm.


“Joey . . . you’d better sit down.”


“Nina, what the he—” He glances at the crucifix—“heck is going on?”


“Shit!” She gives him a little shove toward the folding chair.


He sits.


“Nina, why are you—” He breaks off, and then an uh-oh expression dawns. “Where’s Minnie?”


“She’s . . . gone.”


Joe gasps—a sound not unlike Father Hugh’s last tortured breath.


“I’m sorry, Joey,” Nina says, swallowing hard over a lump in her throat.


“What do you mean, ‘gone’?”


“She’s left town.”


The look on his face tells her he doesn’t get it. She’d better be more specific.


“She’s left . . . um, you.”


“She’s left me? But—”


“I’m so sorry.”


“This can’t be happening. She can’t leave me.”


“I’m sorry, Joey,” she says again, patting his muscular arm.


She can’t leave me. . .


The same haunting words were spoken by Nina’s father just last summer, about her mother Rosemarie.


She can’t leave me. . .


But Mommy is gone, too. Just like Minnie Scaturro. And Nina is left behind once again to pick up the pieces.


“Where did she go?” Joey asks miserably. Nina sighs, forcing away the image of her mother lying eerily still in that hospital bed. “Minnie said she wants to find—”


“Wait, let me guess. To find herself? Isn’t that why people get jilted? Because the other person wants to find herself?”


“I don’t think it’s herself that Minnie’s going to find, Joey.”


“Then who is she going to find?”


“God,” Nina says flatly. “She said she’s going to find God.”


Joey looks at her in disbelief. “God’s right here,” he says, gesturing at the crucifix. “I mean, this is a church, for Christ’s sake. Where does she think—”


“She said she got the calling, Joey,” Nina blurts.


“The calling?”


“The calling.”


“She got the calling now?”


“No. Last night.”


“Last night,” he repeated. “Last night, while I was out turning down lap dances and watching Danny puke all over the limo because he drank too many Jell-O shots, Minnie was getting the calling? Is that what you’re telling me?”


Nina nods sympathetically. “I’m so—”


“Sorry?” he cuts in. “You said that, Neens. A few times.”


“I don’t know what else to say.”


“I don’t, either.” He shakes his head, tears in his eyes. “I love her, Nina. You know that? I’ve loved her since eighth grade. Every plan I’ve ever made was built around marrying her.”


“I know, Joey. I know.”


She holds him close while his heart shatters into a million pieces, wishing she were anywhere but here. Wishing she were the one on the number seven train heading for a whole new life.


For the first time since the canopy bed, Nina finds herself envying Minnie Scaturro, who, instead of settling for a boring life as boring Joey’s boring wife, gets to leave Queens behind at last.


Any day now, I’ll be outta here, too, Nina consoles herself as Joey’s tears soak her taffeta-covered shoulder. Any day now. . .






Author

Bio:

New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub

(aka Wendy Markham) is the award-winning author of more than eighty novels.

Wendy now lives in the New York City suburbs with her husband and their two

sons. Learn more about Wendy at www.wendycorsistaub.com

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October 17, 2015

THE COLOR OF CLOUDS by J.C. Whyte, Giveaway and Excerpt

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The Color of Clouds

by J.C. Whyte

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Genre – Supernatural Mystery

Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing (March 31, 2015)

Publication Date: March 31, 2015

File Size: 3634 KB

Print Length: 313 pages

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Synopsis

Pedro’s on a mission. But not your everyday, run-of-the-mill type mission. Because Pedro is dead.


That’s right. Dead.


Spirit guide Pedro normally busies himself with conveying messages from departed loved ones through a psychic named Gwen. But when he encounters a recently deceased teenager, the boy’s anguish just about breaks Pedro’s heart. So the spirit guide decides to try and help this boy. Yet meddling in the affairs of the living is a troublesome business, as Pedro soon discovers.


Nevertheless, he convinces Gwen to take an ocean voyage, and that’s when the trouble begins. Within days of leaving port, two passengers on the cruise ship fall into a mysterious coma. Gwen seeks Pedro’s help to restore these passengers, but natural as well as unnatural obstacles keep getting in the way. And by the time the ship docks in Honolulu, the still-living are flat out scrambling for their lives!


A playful blend of science fiction and the paranormal, The Color of Clouds offers a glimpse into the unseen world while taking the reader on an extraordinary ride. The adventure includes danger, mystery, humor, sweet romance and even a dash of thriller.


But the clouds are not what you think.


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About The Author – 


J.C. Whyte discovered her love for writing while still in elementary school, creating children’s stories. But as an adult, J.C. had to face the harsh reality that such writing seldom pays the bills. So she earned degrees in both Journalism and Communications, and then turned to Public Relations, where for ten years she focused her creative energies into feature writing.


After marriage, kids, several more degrees and occupations (including stints as a travel agent and paralegal), J. C. entered law school. While there, she became a columnist for the school newsletter and later, one of her humorous articles was even published in The National Jurist.


Graduating and passing the Bar, J.C. realized within a few short years that creative writing was still what made her heart sing. So now, as a grandma, she has returned to where her life’s calling began, beginning in 2013 with publication of her children’s book Karmack and now in 2015 with her first novel for adults, The Color of Clouds.


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There was an element of danger in these dives, especially because of the predatory sharks in the area. Yet it was unlikely a shark would attack the divers. Tiger and Galapagos sharks were the most aggressive, but even they preferred fish, turtles, and seals to humans. So although he felt pretty confident, Drew still kept one eye on Carly.


But as the six divers began their survey, a strange light lit up one end of the reef, diffusing illumination as if a floodlight were shining upon it. This light was also inching closer and closer to the divers. When it was near enough to touch, Drew stuck his arm into the light and instantly the arm disappeared inside it. Frightened, he quickly withdrew his limb. Yet now the arm felt dead as it dangled at his side, refusing to respond to commands.


Carly was too busy taking measurements to notice. But the light kept moving. And before Drew could act, it fully engulfed his wife. She instantly collapsed, dropped from the reef and started to drift into deeper water. He charged after her, kicking harder than he knew he could. But with dogged determination and a single full-functioning arm, he managed to bring Carly’s limp body to the water’s surface.


Drew was now in a full-blown panic. Reaching the boat, he shouted for help; the others quickly pulled Carly on board.


“What happened?” asked one of the crewmen.


“I…I don’t know. Some mysterious light…” Drew coughed and gulped some air. “It passed over her, and she…” He shook his head in disbelief.


“Still breathing,” noted another crewman as he removed her mouthpiece from around her neck and pulled off her oxygen tank.


When Drew lifted Carly’s mask with his good hand, he was stunned to see her blank-looking eyes staring wide open at him.


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Admission, Book 1 in Kaithlin Shepherd’s Brass Series review



DANGER DOESN’T WAIT FOR LOVE

 Title:  Admission



Author:  Kaithlin Shepherd
Release Date:  October 6, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Series:  Brass Series, Book 1

Cover Designer:  Claire Smith
Publisher:  Hot Tree Publishing







As one of the top Assistant US Attorneys in the country, Savannah Walker is smart, ambitious, and she doesn’t back down from a challenge, unless it comes in the form of Noah Johnson. Savannah’s been in love with her best friend’s brother longer than she cares to admit, but risking their friendship isn’t on her to-do list. When building a case against a drug trafficker, she’s assigned to a DEA task force led by the one man she can’t shake. She has no idea if this case will bring them together or tear them apart.

DEA, Noah Johnson, risks his life every day. With a world filled with blood and bullets, he’s unwilling to chance Savannah’s life. Keeping her at bay for years, Noah has forced himself to never cross that line, but lately, he can’t get her out of his head. When an investigation into a drug trafficker reveals a mole in Savannah’s office, Noah will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.


When danger lurks around every corner and passions are riding high, not even Savannah or Noah know if they’re ready for admission.




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My thoughts: Noah is the DEA and Savannah’s best friend and also her best friends brother.  Savannah is an assistant us attorney. They are fighting a drug cartel and their feelings for each other. I warn you this book is going to be hard to put down and talk about a great story.  You will not be disappointed in this read.











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Kaithlin 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.










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October 16, 2015

Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction by Amy Metz Review and Giveaway

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Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction

by Amy Metz

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Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction

Genre – Cozy Mystery

File Size: 2120 KB

Print Length: 127 pages

Publisher: Southern Ink Press

An imprint of Blue Publications

Publication Date: September 4, 2015

ASIN: B014XIMXOK

Synopsis:


This is not your average Southern town. With a hint of mystery, a lot of laughs, and unique charm, you’ll catch a glimpse of everyday life in Goose Pimple Junction in this short story compilation. Short & Tall Tales occurs chronologically between Murder & Mayhem, book 1, and 

Heroes & Hooligans
, book 2, in the Goose Pimple Junction mystery series. Book 1.5 is a fun escape that will answer questions readers may have about the residents of this quirky small town.


How did Johnny Butterfield become police chief?

How did Tess and Jack get engaged?

How did Ima Jean come to live with Louetta?

How do you celebrate an Apple Day?


These questions and more are answered in Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction. Five short stories, one novella, and three recipes will give you more of life in Goose Pimple Junction, make you laugh, and have your mouth watering. If you want a feel-good read, you’ve come to the right place. Grab some sweet tea and escape to Goose Pimple Junction.


 


My thoughts:


This author is brand new to me.  I know a travesty in Cozy Mysteries.  The good news I am now hooked on Amy Metz’s books.  Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction is the third book in Metz’s Goose Pimple Junction series.


All the characters in the book are from Goose Pimple Junction and they are great with southern charm most people like to see or hear about. The names alone make you want to get the book and see what the hub bub is all about.  I did not want to put this book down.  I already went back and grabbed book one to get in the swing of things.


The author knows how to make a reader sit and read from page to page to the very end with out leaving your comfortable chair.   I highly recommend this book.


Giveaway:


1 e-book copy of Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction  just leave a comment for the author.


AmyMetz


 


About This Author


 


Amy Metz is the author of the Goose Pimple Junction mystery series. She is a former first grade teacher and the mother of two sons. When not actively engaged in writing, enjoying her family, or surfing Facebook or Pinterest, Amy can usually be found with a mixing spoon, camera, or book in one hand and a glass of sweet tea in the other. Amy lives in Louisville, Kentucky.


Author Links


Website: http://amymetz.com

Blog: http://abluemillionbooks.blogspot.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmyMetz

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authoramymetz

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6436458.Amy_Metz

Purchase Link:

Amazon



 


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October 16 – Babs Book Bistro – Review, Giveaway 


October 17 – Christa Reads and Writes – Review


October 18 – Laura’s Interests – Review, Giveaway 


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October 15, 2015

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October 14, 2015

STRANDED WITH MY STEPBROTHER by Madison Collins release blast & Giveaway



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STRANDED WITH MY STEPBROTHER

 




STRANDED WITH MY STEPBROTHER
Madison Collins
Self Published



A standalone taboo romance. No cliffhanger. 18+






On the way to our parents wedding in the mountains, the mother of all snow storms attacks, leaving me stranded in a remote cabin with my new stepbrother.


My hot as hell, I-need-to-change-my-panties because-they’re-soaked, cocky asshole of a stepbrother, Bentley McAllister.


The kicker of it all?


The only items he’s packed are liquor and condoms, and he’s looking at me like he wants to put both to good use.


My name is Sierra, and my libido can only take so much.


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“Listen, princess.” I lift her chin toward mine, meeting this gorgeous big blue eyes.  “I’m not sure if you noticed, but we’re stranded together in the middle of fucking nowhere, with only each other to count on.  You can fight me all you want, but there’s one thing you need to understand.  I’m going to protect you.  I’m going to take care of you.  And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m six-foot-four, and probably have a hundred pounds on you.  My body is going to produce a lot more heat than yours.  Now calm the fuck down, and let me get you warm.  Got it, sweetheart?”  Her fighting stops immediately.


She nods, coyly, blinking those baby blues at me, all of her fight disappearing.  “Got it.” Her voice is small, and I suddenly feel like a dick.


“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.” I tug her body closer so we’re pressed tightly together, and I hold her to my chest, wrapping her in my arms. A contented little sigh escapes her lips. The top of her head doesn’t even reach my chin. She packs a lot of sass for such a small thing.  I inhale, and breathe in the scent of her shampoo. The smell of vanilla and lavender fill my nose.  Damn, who knew that combination could be so perfect?  It’s intoxicating and I can feel my body slowly start to react to the smell and the images my mind starts to produce.  The way her slight curves mold to my body serves to warm me up pretty damn quick.






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Madison Collins is

the author of romantic short stories such as Caged, Stranded with My

Stepbrother and the upcoming Monster Prick. She enjoys the occasional stiff

cocktail, and watching romantic comedies. Most days you can find her curled up

with a good book. She currently resides in New Jersey.
 
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October 13, 2015

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Published on October 13, 2015 20:55

SA Laybourn’s A Kestrel Rising Blog Tour

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It’s All About The Planes


SA Laybourn


One of the reasons I loved writing A Kestrel Rising was being able to indulge my passion for planes—most notably Spitfires. I’m not a person who gets excited about mechanical things, although if someone was to give me a pit lane pass for the British Grand Prix I might just hyperventilate a little. But there’s something more than a little special about the Supermarine Spitfire. It’s a heady combination of elegant design and the chill-inducing roar of the Rolls-Royce Merlin engine. I never tire of watching them, whether it’s flying in sedate formation or engaged in a breath-taking aerobatic display. They’re incredibly graceful and it’s hard to believe that they’re not living things. I know that’s a bit fanciful but I’d be willing to bet I’m not the only one who feels this way.


Although the Hawker Hurricane outnumbered Spitfires during the Battle of Britain, it is the Spitfire that people associate most with that crucial air war. Spitfire squadrons certainly flew more sorties and, after that battle the plane became the main fighter for the RAF. It’s a small nimble plane and one former pilot I met years ago told me that, because of his lofty height, he didn’t so much fly a Spitfire as wear it. If you ever get a chance to sneak a peek at the plane’s cockpit, you’ll understand why. It is a plane remembered with fondness.


Not every squadron got to keep the same planes through the war. In ‘A Kestrel Rising’, Francis is eventually transferred from a regular fighter squadron to one of the Eagle Squadrons which comprised American pilots. Initially, the Eagle Squadrons used Spitfires. It was a sad day when, after a briefing at the squadrons’ base at RAF Debden from the ‘top brass’ the pilots were introduced to their new plane—the P47 Thunderbolt, aka the ‘Jug’. It was parked next to one of the Spitfire and dwarfed it. One wag, after observing the roomy cockpit of the replacement plane remarked that at least, if the plane was under enemy fire, the pilot could run around the cockpit to dodge the bullets. It was a big, ugly bugger of a plane


Eventually, the USAAF replaced the Jug with the vastly superior P-51 Mustang. Again, the skies above Debden would’ve echoed to the roar of Merlin engines, this time housed in a plane designed for long-range escort missions. It had a longer range than the Spitfire and, arguably, is the fighter that won the war for the Allies. German Reichmarshal Herman Goering famously said, “When I saw Mustangs flying over Berlin, I knew the jig was up.” I was once lucky enough to see one of the surviving Mustangs up close, shortly after finishing the first draft of Kestrel. To touch the wing, to hear the engine, to watch it fly, was a great thrill but like an unnamed American pilot quoted below, my heart will always remain with the graceful little Spitfire.


The change to the Thunderbolt might have been necessary militarily, but my heart remained with the Spitfire. Even now, thirty years after I flew them on operations, the mere sound or sight of a Spitfire brings me a deep feeling of nostalgia and many pleasant memories. She was such a gentle little airplane, without a trace of viciousness. She was a dream to handle in the air. I feel genuinely sorry for the modern fighter pilot who has never had the chance to get his hands on a Spitfire—he will never know what real flying was like.”


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Blurb for A Kestrel Rising :


War puts courage and love to the test.


It’s 1939, a lone Spitfire roars over her family home, and Ilona Lowe, entranced by its grace and power, finally knows her place in the fight against Hitler. She joins the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force, is stationed at RAF Catterick and embarks on an all-too-brief love affair with a Bleinheim bomber pilot who is killed during the Battle of Britain.


Heartbroken, but determined to carry on, Ilona returns to active duty where she encounters Francis Robson. He’s arrogant—some would even say reckless—and another pilot. Yet he’s worth the risk.


Their love isn’t easy. Francis harbors jealousy about her former lover while Ilona’s posting at an RAF bomber base feeds her nightmares about Francis’ safety. She can see the escalation of stakes as his missions grow ever more dangerous, the enemy more desperate. Ilona must put her courage to the test because she knows that loving Francis means letting him let him fight on, regardless of the terrible price they both may pay.


General Release Date: 13th October 2015


 


Excerpt from A Kestrel Rising :


Dear Ilke,


It’s been a rough couple of weeks, coming to grips with ‘The Jug’. The RAF chaps have been having a laugh at our expense, saying that, at least if we were attacked by Germans, we could unstrap ourselves from the seat and run around the fuselage dodging their bullets. That’s one of the lighter moments. We’ve been having mock dogfights and have discovered, the hard way, the shortcomings of our new plane. We’ve lost four pilots in the fourth group because the Jug is just not all that nimble below eight thousand feet. It just can’t match the Spitfire when it comes to turns. HQ finally banned mock dogfights below that altitude, thank God. I couldn’t help but envy those guys in the Spitfires. I’m sorry to sound so unpatriotic about an American-made plane, but the Spitfire will always be my first love. I can still remember that day at your house when that plane flew over. I wanted to be that pilot. I wanted that plane and I guess I’m very lucky that I got to fly them for as long as I did. I think I will always pine for them. The Jug is a bugger when taxiing too. It’s difficult to see over the nose. I had to have a member of the ground crew sit on one of the wings and give me hand signals to let me know if I was heading the right way up the runway or not—or even if I was on the runway. That’s another shortcoming. The plane is heavy and we need a long run at take-off. Mind you, it’s heavy for a good reason. It has a larger fuel load, so should go farther than just across the channel for a couple of spats with the krauts, and it’s well armored, so hopefully, none of us will end up like Swiss cheese. Still, yours truly has finally figured it out and found the good things about flying them, such that they are. It’s very fast in the dive, so they reckon, the best thing, in a fight, would be to pounce on them from above, make one quick pass and climb like buggery. That should work pretty well, so my bosses are pleased with my progress and, I’m happy to say, that I will get my leave before we go fully operational with this beast. I will come and collect you on Saturday the twentieth. I should be there for 10.00 and we have the cottage until Wednesday. Don’t worry about food. I’ll take care of that. Just bring yourself.


I hope can concentrate on my flying in the meantime.


Regards, etc.


Francis


 


Buy link for A Kestrel Rising: https://www.totallybound.com/book/a-kestrel-rising


 


About SA Laybourn :


S A Laybourn lives in Wiltshire and loves it. She’s partial to gin and tonic, loves to cook and watches cookery programmes when she’s not working, writing or reading. She writes m/m erotic romance as S A Meade.


 


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Published on October 13, 2015 04:45