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Book Crazy Friends: Cheerleaders In Heat: Cheerleaders in Heat byMuffy Wilson   and   Chrissy Laurence@SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy   ...

Malibu Angel: Guardian Angel Series by Mia Fox @MiaFoxBooks ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Malibu Angel SERIES – Guardian Angel AUTHOR – Mia Fox GENRE – paranormal/contemporary romance PUBLICATION DATE – June 27, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 212 pages PUBLISHER – Evatopia Press COVER ARTIST – Evatopia Media  BOOK SYNOPSIS All Sam wants is to serve out his time as a guardian angel so that he can return as a human. But his sentence becomes more complicated when he finds himself falling in love with Angeline, his current assignment.The rules of angels specify that he may not interfere with the course of her life, which naturally includes her dating choices. When Angeline begins surf lessons at the same beach where Sam is assigned to work as a lifeguard, a connection forms between them and the rules of angels collide with the laws of attraction. Sam finds it even harder to keep his distance when he discovers Angeline’s surf instructor hides a dangerous secret.With Angeline’s life in jeopardy, the lines between his role as a lifeguard and that of guardian angel become blurred. Sam’s choices will redefine his role as a guardian angel to Angeline and force him to contemplate what will become of their love if he is sent away. Whether they find their way back to each other is a question written in the heavens.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK AMAZON PAPERBACK BARNES & NOBLES NOOK BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK SMASHWORDS ITUNES GOODREADS EXCERPT

Angeline gave a noticeable pout. “I’ve been riding the kiddie waves all week. I was really hoping to test out what I’ve learned...but as I said, my instructor seems to be AWOL. Hey, do you think you could take me?”

Sam looked up to the tower at Evan, unsure how to proceed. He would have done anything to say yes right on the spot, but that would certainly get him into trouble. Then again, to send her out alone was irresponsible and could endanger her safety. Knowing exactly how Sam’s mind was playing a game of angel versus devil, Evan shook his head slightly to which Sam rolled his eyes at his new friend, but nodded recognition nonetheless.

“I’d love to, really I would. But, I’m on duty.”

“Oh, of course. That was silly of me. Hey, I’m sorry I bothered you,” Angeline said as she started to turn away from the tower.

“You’re not a bother. Come by anytime. I’ve got sandwiches!” he called out as she headed back down the beach.

Evan smirked at him. “I’ve got sandwiches? Now that’s an original pick-up line.”

Sam ran a hand through his golden hair. “Tell me I didn’t I really say that.”

“Just wondering...did that kind of line work when you were alive?”

Sam smiled in spite of his embarrassment. “Actually, girls found me to be quite cute and charming.”

As if validating his point, Angeline looked over her shoulder at Sam, but seeing him still watching her, she immediately turned back and continued walking to her spot on the beach.

Evan raised his eyes skyward. “Trouble. That’s all I’m gonna say.”

Placing his arms behind his head and leaning back against the lifeguard tower, Sam surveyed his domain over the pristine Malibu beach, taking in the sun, surf, and the beautiful swaying of Angeline’s hips. “That’s the type of trouble that makes life...and the afterlife...worth living.”

AUTHOR BIOMia Fox is a Los Angeles-based novelist who writes across varied genres including Contemporary and Paranormal Romance, Chick Lit, and Satire. She received her Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from U.S.C.Before writing full time, she worked as an entertainment publicist, a career she chronicles in her novel, “Alert the Media.” However, she is happy to leave that world behind her, preferring that any drama in her life is only that which she creates for her characters.She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three children, Casey, the Wonder Westie, and Bean, his brother.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE      WEBSITE / BLOG      FACEBOOK      TWITTER      GOOGLE+      PINTEREST      TUMBLR      GOODREADS      SHELFARI      WATTPAD      BOOKTROPOLOUS SOCIAL

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God's Kisses by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ Flash Fiction Friday

Oh, I love this photo. It is such a great subject photo for today's 100 word Flash Fiction challenge. Living in Florida, we see a lot of of rain, but perhaps not such yummy, steamy rain. Be sure to visit all the other authors and see what this photo inspired in them to write. You can find them on our group page here , or listed below like raindrops, every precious one of them.

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God's Kisses
He closed his eyes and the image that rose in his mind was her in the rain: her joy, her aroma. She loved the rain, God’s Kisses. She always played in the rain as a little girl, she often  recalled. 
She was a Child of Spring.
It was then, his eyes closed and his tightened grip on her hips holding her, that the image of her rose. He covered her with his lips, inhaling the woodsy, musky aroma of her hungry sex wet from desire—God’s rain.
He buried his eager tongue inside her with his kiss while she moaned.
“Oh, God…”Muffy Wilson

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Turkish Delight by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ It Ain't Chocolate, Baby: Release Blitz

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‘One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night everything changed.’

Thanks to a rough break-up, computer programmer Leonard’s been miserable for months. He’s the first to admit, he picks partners based on what he sees. Which, according to his brother Nate is his biggest downfall. To prove a point, Nate forces him to attend a night of blindfold speed dating. The men are plentiful, but making a choice goes against his superficial nature. As the evening draws to a close, he meets a man who breaks all the rules. He gives Leonard a kiss and only one solid clue to his identity before disappearing. Days after, and Leonard still can’t get that kiss out of his mind. But without a name or face, he holds little hope of ever finding the man.

The Jeep hit the curb with a jolt. He shut the engine down and I got out. Head back, I stared at the night sky, snow wafting through the air, landing on my face and terra firma, the cold biting at my cheeks and nose. The whole area, a city block, was desolate and had an eerie silence about it.“Well, we’re here.”“And what is here?” I stood beside him, exhaling white puffs, my hands sunk deep in my pockets.“Your Christmas present.” He gave a nod towards the commercial building in front of us. A large red sign with white letters graced the front of it.“Blindfold Speed Dating! What the—”“You don’t know until you try.”“This is where you brought me? Seriously? The gay end of Vancouver for an evening of speed dating?”“Yep, that’s what an older brother is for. Merry frigging ho-ho!” Nathan tugged down on my shirt, straightening it like our mother used to do when I was a child. Then he adjusted my tie and jacket, smoothing and pulling here and there. “You’ve got a stain on your shirt,” he griped, trying to tuck the hem in under my waistline.“Come on, I’m not a kid!” I grabbed his arm and removed it from my slacks.“You look like you rolled out of a dumpster.”“I like dumpster diving!”“Grow up.”“I’ve never done anything like this,” I whined.He grabbed my wrist, turned my forearm underside up, and slapped a glossy piece of paper the size of a bookmark on my palm. “Cheer the fuck up and live a little.”“But speed dating with a blindfold? Sounds a little too noir for my taste.”He sighed, spun me around with more force than necessary, and pushed me in the direction of the entrance. “I’ll be back to get you at eleven.”I dug my heels in, he bumped into me, and we slid across the sidewalk. “Nate, you know I’m not good at anything social.”He barked like our dad, “Move! And don’t you dare skip out. Because I’ll know.” He made the I’m watching you two-fingered gesture several times.I shook my head, shoving him away. “You’re such a jerk.”“Anne and I bought you the ticket because we didn’t want to see you alone. No one should be alone at Christmas,” he said with finality as if it was the last time we’d see each other.Scrunching the ticket, I glared at him, wondering where the hell he’d gotten the audacity to play Cupid. “Great. Got it.”He got in the Jeep and waved before accelerating away.Teetering on the edge of the sidewalk, I shook a fist. “Asshole!”When I stopped my verbal assault, I realized how quiet it was. The snow had deadened the landscape like an invisible force field keeping the rest of the city at bay. Vancouver Village was a long way from home, especially when I didn’t have my car. Light shone through the large windows, glistening on the freshly fallen snow. White settled in a lacy pattern on my clothes. I opened the door to the low decibel of male voices and a man wearing a badge that said, Gary–Coordinator.  
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The generic biography....
Blak Rayne is a published author of gay erotic and yaoi style fictional romance. She loves to write and believes it's one of the greatest forms of self-expression. What better way to see inside the human soul? Blak resides North of Sixty, and yes, she is a woman, wife and mother. She’s been writing and drawing since elementary school, and she loves anything that involves the arts. As for family, her daughter is her toughest critic and greatest support!
Now, for the real biography....
A good friend, who is an aspiring author, happened to mention that she likes to read author bios, and when she checked mine, sadly, she was disappointed. The bio I use is generic, blah, and it doesn't tell her anything personal about Blak Rayne. Her suggestion. Change it! What she really meant to say: "I want to read the juicy bits, lady!"Okay, the truth. My life is crazy hectic most days as I divide my time between family and friends, writing and marketing, running our businesses and household. I spend an average of eight to twelve hours a day on the computer. My favourite drink while writing is a homemade chai latte. Well, tea period. Must be the Brit coming out in me. When I relax or we have company over, I usually indulge with a glass of Japanese plum wine on ice, of course.​ My entire office is purple, even the carpet. I find the colour calming, and it gets my creative juices flowing. Love it!Currently, I reside in British Columbia, Canada with my husband, our daughter and son. Our eldest son passed away; he's not with us physically, but he is in spirit. My daughter owns a cat that is the moodiest creature you'll ever meet. Seriously, the foul little beast still swats at my legs when I don't pay him enough attention.What else can I tell you? Lots of things, but the most important tidbit, I'm passionate about my writing and plan to continue publishing. How many novels? Who knows, I guess until the ideas run dry, or I die.



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Sons of the Sphinx by Cheryl Carpinello @ccarpinello ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Sons of the Sphinx SERIES – The Quest Books AUTHOR – Cheryl Carpinello GENRE – YA Historical Time Travel PUBLICATION DATE – October 10, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 192/36,000 PUBLISHER – Beyond Today Educator COVER ARTIST – Bernistevens Design  BOOK SYNOPSISTwo soulsSeparated by three millenniumOne with a gift that is more like a curseOne on an almost impossible questDestinies entwined; one seeks to find herself while the other seeks his lost queen. To succeed, the pair must right the injustices 3,000 years in the past.Only together can they fulfill The Prophecy, but in the process they must defeat the Pharaoh Horemheb.Dishonor and death are the fate of the defeated.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK – AMAZON PAPERBACK – BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK – GOODREADS – SHELFARI CHARACTER BIOSRosa: Hi! I’m Rosa. I’m 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. I’m your typical teenager—well, almost. I don’t have many friends anymore, but it’s hard to blame the other kids. If I was them, I’d probably steer clear of me too, at least most of the time. No one is ever mean to me; I’ve grown up with most of them, and on my bad days, they try to ignore me. Wish I could do the same to those who talk to me. Mostly I just shake my head and carry on. It helps that I have a sarcastic sense of humor.My daily life consists of trying to pass all my classes, getting a date for school dances, and dealing with Nana’s gift nearly every day while I try not to lose my mind.Tut: My name is Nebkheperure Tutanhkame. I ascended the throne of Egypt upon the death of my father, Pharaoh Akhenaten. There has been much speculation in modern day on my death. My concern is finding the final resting place of my beloved queen, Ankhesenamun and making right that which was wronged centuries ago.EXCERPT

Before us, nearly filling up the room and taller than either of us, stands the golden shrine of Tutankhamun. I remembered what else lay in that room. Inside that shrine are three more, each a bit smaller than the outside one. All tucked inside each other like those nesting dolls from my grandmother’s childhood. Inside the last shrine were the four sarcophagi of Tut, each displaying him in golden and jeweled splendor.

The last one holds the famed mask of the golden boy. And beneath that, the body of the young pharaoh who now stands here before me. Beyond my understanding, he has been given back his human form, allowed to return one last time to restore honor to his family, one last time to find his true love. And here I am, trying to help, trying to understand, trying to stay alive. Will I ever be able to go home again? Or will I become as lost as Hesena?

AUTHOR BIO  I am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – WEBSITE – Main – WEBSITE – Shared BLOG – FACEBOOK – TWITTER – GOOGLE+ – PINTEREST – GOODREADS – SHELFARI

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Thursday Tasters: Cheerleaders in Heat by @SexyMuffyWilson and @LaurenceChrissy ~ Tasty Excerpt

It is A Taste of Thursday and so with that, here is a little taste of Cheerleaders in Heat. Be sure to visit all the authors today . xo
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As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry MediaThere was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time. She is reading for pointers from The GirlsShe moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully
He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stopfitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend by Cheryl Carpinello @ccarpinello ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend SERIES – Book I of Guinevere trilogy-A Quest Book AUTHOR – Cheryl Carpinello GENRE – Middle Grade Arthurian Legend PUBLICATION DATE – April 2009 LENGTH - 122 Pages PUBLISHER – Beyond Today Educator COVER ARTIST – Kaytalin Platt; Rita Toews
Book SynopsisFinalist Pre-Teen Literature: Dan Poynter's 2011 Global Ebook Awards.At the dawn of Camelot, one young girl is about to take her place beside the greatest king in England's history.She is a mere child of twelve. But in these medieval days, this is the age when childish things must be put away and greater responsibilities accepted--all in preparation for a betrothal of marriage. For young Lady Guinevere, on the advent of her thirteenth Birth Day, the whole idea is quite unbearable. After all, what could be better than spending her youth playing with her best friend Cedwyn, roaming the grounds around the castle looking for mythical creatures or hunting rabbits? However, the wizard Merlyn--her teacher and friend--knows that destiny has a way of catching up with a person. His arrival sets in motion a series of events that will lead Guinevere to her destiny whether she is ready for it or not.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CAAMAZON KINDLE UKAMAZON PAPERBACKBARNES & NOBLESSMASHWORDSITUNESGOODREADSSHELFARIEXCERPT“Why have we run away from home?” “My Father the King and apparently Merlyn have decided that I am to marry King Arthur in two years and become his Queen. I’ll have to leave the castle, my home, you, and everything I’ve grown up with,” she added, not realizing that Cedwyn was staring at her with his mouth wide open. “He even promised Grandfather’s round table to King Arthur. All without asking!” She finished, sure that she had stated her point clearly. Her eyes strayed to the hand that Arthur had kissed. Quickly she averted them. “Are you sure they said King Arthur?” “Oh yes! I’m sure.” “That’s fantastic! He’s gonna be a great king! He’s gonna bring all of England together. I heard some of the knights talking about him last night. They said that he is the bravest and best warrior they have ever seen. And the smartest!” He looked at Guinevere and shook his head. “And you are gonna be his Queen!” Disbelief washed over him. “I wish someone would make a decision like that for me!” “Really? Then you can marry King Arthur!” she said, standing up and stamping her foot. Then she turned and stomped up the rise.
AUTHOR BIOI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGEWEBSITEADVENTURE QUEST WEBSITEBLOGFACEBOOKFACEBOOK PAGETWITTERGOOGLE+PINTERESTGOODREADSSHELFARILINKEDINFREADOBUBLISH This Event Was Organized & Hosted By:
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Fading Memories by A.M. Willard @AMWillard1 ~ Author Interview & Contemporary Romance Release Blitz

Fading Memories by A.M. WillardBlog TourContemporary Inspirational Romance

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Synopsis
Isabel Nichols’s life changed in more ways than one through the years. As a young child, she experienced a loss that devastated her. It wasn’t until she was an adult that the universe around her shattered. In a twenty-four-hour time frame, she lost what she’d thought was her world. What followed was a year of mourning, a year of grieving, a year of darkness. Now, there’s one man who can show her the light.
Dakota Jackson left his life behind on a whim, moving to a beach cottage away from the big city where he grew up. He sees through Izzie’s clouds as he gets to know her, with the drive to be everything that she’s ever needed. The only problem is, Dakota holds the key to a secret that could ruin both of their hopes and dreams.
Passion isn’t always enough to heal a broken heart; love isn’t always enough to guide you through the darkness.
This is about two souls that were meant to be together from the day they were born. Two people who have to figure out a way to look past the memories. It’s the now; it’s living your life as you’re meant to, loving the one your heart craves. It’s about letting go of the grieving, learning to be who you are, and accepting life for what it is.
Can love cure all things despite its hardships?




Endorsement"Lives entwined as intricately as a lovers' knot, Dakota balances his need to get closer to Izzie with her need for distance in a battle of wills where love and acceptance is the ultimate prize." Author Libby Austin.
Excerpt
The glass shatters around my feet and a few pieces actually cut my skin. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” I yell.“Don’t move; you’ll cut yourself even more.”In a flash, I’m lifted from the floor and placed onto the counter. Dakota raised me like it was nothing, and is now looking around for the broom and dustpan. “Pantry,” I say and point to the door. “I’m sorry for startling you; I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you always this jumpy?” he asks as he stops what he’s doing to glance at me. “Yes, when I have a strange man in my kitchen that I don’t know is behind me, I tend to be a little jumpy,” I say with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m not a stranger, you know. Just a guy that moved in next door and is trying to get to know the neighbor.” “Are you done yet? I’ve got work to do.”“Almost, but you need to let me clean the cuts on your foot first, then you can go back to work.” “I’ll clean them. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Got it?”“Oh, I’m sure you can take care of yourself, but I think you should let me take care of you. You know, it’s not a bad thing to let people in.” God, that smirk he always gives me … it’s about to drive me nuts. Jumping down from the counter, I decide to do this myself. This is a conversation that needs to be avoided. In the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and locate the peroxide and a bandage. I hike my foot up on the side of the tub and dab the cotton ball onto the small cut. My breath hitches from the sting. Satisfied that they’re clean enough, everything goes back up and I head back out.
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Author Interview
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 
In Fading Memories the message is that one can recover from grief, and a broken heart. This can be a struggle for some people, and I hope that they can take away a portion of this book and enter it into their lives. Our hearts will be broken, and in time they can me mended. It only takes that one person to bring you back from the darkness.

What are your current projects? 
I’m currently finishing up a new series called A Taste of Love, the first book that will release late November early December is Frosted Sweets then I’m back to finishing up Seth’s story from The Chances Series.

Do you see writing as a career? 
I just left my full-time job over the summer to focus on my writing career more. The hope is that I can continue to build relationships with readers, and bloggers as I write, write, write.

If you could say anything to your readers what would it be? 
Thank you. The support that I receive from them is amazing and if it wasn’t for them, I would never have continued down this path.

Do you prefer to write alone or do you like to collaborate with other authors? Currently I have only written alone, but I do hope to collaborate with other authors soon. I would love to see how this process works.

When you are reading a book, who is your favorite author? 
Colleen Hoover

Do you come up with the cover or does someone else do it? 
Oh my … Covers have always been a fun aspect of writing for me, as they have just happened with ease. Fading Memories was the hardest cover to design. I had a vision of this one years ago, then as the story changed the vision changed. I was lucky that a friend helped me find the perfect image and the designer was able to portray what I wanted.

What book if any would you want to be made into a movie? 
Oh this one is hard. I would have to say either the Chances Series or Fading Memories.

Everyone uses computers, tablets, phones and no one uses handwritten form or typewriters, what do you prefer to use? 
I write notes and build the storyline in an old fashioned spiral notebook, when out and about I will write notes on my phone. Then I transfer them all into Word, I only write the story on the laptop and then save save save.

Is there a ritual you do everything before you begin your book? 
I have to make sure my music is ready, I either have a huge cup of coffee or drink. Slather my lips with Chap-stick and the type away. Oh and I have to have Twizzlers.

What do you do when you finish your book and turn it in to the editor? 
I will read it over, send to betas, make corrections and then close my eyes as I send to my editor. I’m always worried that everyone will hate what I wrote, and freak out until I hear back.
Author Bio


A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life. A.M.’s passion for writing started at a young age, but with the love and support from her husband of eighteen years pushed her to follow her dreams. Once she hit that first publish button, she hasn’t looked back.
Publications available from A.M. Willard include the Chances Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone’s favorite, the One Night Series. She’s also had an article published in the Writer’s Monthly Review Magazine and was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015.
A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of Florida, but resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten dog, and her six chickens. Yes, we said chickens…
You can connect with A.M. Willard on her website at www.amwillard.com or subscribe to her newsletter for the latest releases, teasers, and sale alerts: http://eepurl.com/bb-Cd1


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The Second Wife by Author: Kishan Paul @kishan_paul ~ Cover Reveal and #FREE Rafflecopter

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE -  The Second Wife AUTHOR - Kishan Paul RELEASE DATE -  October 14, 2015 GENRE -  Suspense/Thriller LENGTH - 80,000 words COVER ARTIST -  Syneca Fetherstone
BOOK SYNOPSISIf you want to live, you must let go of the past...
Twenty-eight-year-old Psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Alicia must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved – a man she believes no longer loves her.Thirty-two-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then that he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that his wife is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a Delta Force Operative. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time and if he does, will she still want him?BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US: PRE-ORDERGOODREADS
AUTHOR BIOFrom daring escapes by tough women to chivalrous men swooping in to save the day, the creativity switch to Kishan Paul’s brain is always in the “on” position. If daydreaming stories were a college course, Kish would have graduated with honors.Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend for over seventeen years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without sinking into insanity.Her novel, Blind Love, is currently available through most major ebook sites and through Samhain Publications.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSWEBSITE      FACEBOOK      TWITTER      TSU      PINTEREST  
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The Separation of Truth by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ A Tantalyzing Tuesday 200 Word Piece

Today is Tantalyzing Tuesday and a small group of my prurient partner authors wax romantic about an inspirational photo of their own choice in 200 words or less. And today I am sad. All too often we let people slip from our lives. It isn't always by choice, more often than not, it is not by our own choice. But, things: people, places, illness.......time, space and reality.......change. It is for that I grieve, such crushing loss. I can visualize the touch of fingertips slipping; I can feel them stretching to remain together, aching to remain clenched, but nonetheless.......slipping.

And, it is always in the spoken truth, wrapped in words like an unexpected package, that the separation of lives, loves and dreams unfold. We feel it coming; we know it's presence. Destiny is cruel. Our dreams drift and slip away in the arms of the evening breeze, out of reach...drifting away.

It is unavoidable.  It is The Separation of Truth .......
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The Separation of Truth
I will miss you.  In the truth of separation, it is not your kiss that brings me alive.  It is not your breath of passion on my neck that heats me.  Your lips on my flesh do not ignite my fervor.  Nor does the magnetic rhapsody of your gaze draw me into your love.
I will miss you.  The tender touch of your hand is not the key to my ecstasy.  Your insistent but gentle embrace holds not the fire of my ardor.  The raw and yearning aroma of your eagerness seduces but cannot unlock my heart.
I will miss you.  It is the soft whisper of your love in my ear, the gentle wave of your excitement, the murmur of your desires in the folds of my trembling flesh that unleash the throes of my passion.
I will miss your words.  The words of your world touch me.  When you speak, you kiss my heart and ignite my soul.  You write of passion that releases our spirit giving flight to our essence.  It is that essence that brings us joy; it is in that aerial core we share a private journey.
I will miss our us, our oneness, the embrace of our love, our words.  The long cavernous expanse is at once not distance, nor love, but the separation of truth:Our truth.
Participating Authors

Please indulge yourself in the musings and inspirational photo selections of the authors participating in this week's challenge.  You can visit them from the list below, or go to our blog page, TantalizingTuesday, and see the list to click on each.  Enjoy:) xo

J S Morbius
Doris O'Connor

Ray Sostre



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