Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Wicked Desire by Kiersten Fay - Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Kiersten will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Having survived her terrible captivity by a sadistic doctor deep within an ancient mine, Cora returns home ready to move on with her life, but when Mason’s mysterious condition quickly deteriorates, Cora must embark on a quest for the one thing that could save his life.

When she is told Knox will accompany her, she fears she will not return alive. If Knox cannot control her, he might prefer her dead. Trusting him is a gamble she may never win…unless she can find other ways to tame the wild vampire.

Enjoy an excerpt:

She debated what to do. Knox was determined to have his way. She was determined not to let him. Dressing up for him would not help her cause, but she couldn’t very well wander the ship in sweat pants the whole trip…could she? She would definitely attract undue attention, especially if people saw such an obvious commoner exit The Grand Wescott Stateroom. Wealthy people were unbelievably nosy when it came to things like that. People would gossip, start to ask questions she didn’t really feel like answering.

Decided, she shrugged out of her baggy clothes and slipped the first dress over her head. If she thought it would be more modest she was only a little right. The front slashed across her collarbone, fully covering her neck and chest and then draped over her shoulders like a long scarf that trailed behind her, but the deep V in the back stopped just above where her spine curved toward her backside. Moreover, the long slit in the front of the skirt flared as she walked, showing a good deal of leg. She checked herself in the mirror, turning, surprised by how elegant the gown made her look. What would Knox say? She got the impression he expected to hate it. Well, he was about to be surprised.

Wait, why did she care?

Steeling herself, she stepped out onto the balcony.

Knox was casually touching the collar of another sports coat, but when he glanced up, he did a double take. She swallowed, her heart giving an unwanted kick. Goddess of light and dark! Did she actually want him to like how she looked?

Heat threaded his gaze, and even though he hadn’t yet seen the back, she could almost feel his touch along her spine. His grin was devilish.

She shivered, and broke eye contact. If this was how her body reacted to a simple hungry gaze, how was she going to hold out for the entire trip?

About the Author:
Kiersten Fay is the award-winning author of the steamy Shadow Quest series. She writes epic paranormal and sci-fi romance novels which incorporate elements of mythology and Lore. In 2012, Demon Retribution won Favorite Story of the Month via Gravetells, and received a nomination for favorite author in that same year. In 2013, her short story, Racing Hearts, was published in the anthology The Mammoth Book of Futuristic Romance. Her latest series, Creatures of Darkness, is a dark, yet steamy romance set in a future where vampires openly mingle with humans. Before becoming an author, Kiersten worked as graphic designer and now enjoys creating her own book covers.

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Check out Kiersten's other books:

• Demon Possession (Shadow Quest 1)
• Demon Slave (Shadow Quest 2)
• Demon Retribution (Shadow Quest 3)
• Demon Untamed (Shadow Quest 4)
• Racing Hearts (Shadow Quest 4.5)
• A Wicked Hunger (Creatures of Darkness 1)
• A Wicked Night (Creatures of Darkness 2)
• A Wicked Desire (Creatures of Darkness 3)

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Nobody's Princess by Sarah Hegger - Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be giving away several copies of the book as well as six gift cards (1 $50, 2 $20, and 3 $10 Amazon Gift cards) via the Rafflecopter at the end of the post. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Tiffany Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all its complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him--including Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's brawny friend, who won't take "no road trip" for an answer--and who won't stop showing up in her daydreams…

Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…

Enjoy an excerpt:

Blondie stood there giving the other models a thorough eye scan. Gay. What a shame.

She shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was practically an engaged woman.

Blondie hovered at her side.

Clichés sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath all that brawn. Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged. “You have to take this off for makeup.”

“Are you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge paws around hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate laced with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.

She hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”

He looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but right at her as if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.

“Strip?” Up went one eyebrow.

Something she didn’t want to name crackled through the space between them. Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path trail of hair disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans. That would have to go. Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel and focused on the writing on the front of his T-shirt: Never trust an atom—they make up everything.

Cool shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two people in the world who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”

She pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers. Tiffany glared up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty? Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long johns? “You have to take it all off.”

“Normally I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at her, inviting her to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.

“Tiffany, sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not your model.”

“What?” Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her model, because otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her throat.

He looked back at her.

Tyrone took her by the shoulders and spun her around. “That’s your model.”

He pointed to a beautiful Rocky (as in the Picture Show, not Sly) look-alike talking earnestly to Piers. Piers lapped it up, waving one hand through the air and patting the pretty blond boy on the arm.

“I . . .” Tiffany peered over her shoulder. Please let the last two minutes be a figment of her imagination. Her figment grinned at her and tucked his hands into his back pockets.

About the Author: Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.

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Monday, February 22, 2016

His Master's Bride by Claudia Herring - Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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A troubled djinni seduces his master’s young wife, forcing her to make a fateful choice.

The djinni Yasir, imprisoned in an urn by a jealous magician, searches the centuries for his lost love. He finds Lavinia reborn in 1811 England, only to discover she’s his new master’s bride.

Desperate to have her, Yasir spell-casts Lavinia’s husband to forget he is master and give her the urn. When she opens the ancient vessel, Yasir emerges, terrifying in his magnificence yet somehow familiar, but she fails to recognize him. She distrusts this djinni even though his very presence enchants her.

Yasir’s spell is fading. Lavinia’s husband has changed. Now he’s violent as he struggles with returning memories of when he possessed the urn. Lavinia strives to keep the two from encountering one another, while torn between fidelity for her husband and her increasing attraction to the djinni.

Impatient to win Lavinia’s confidence, Yasir must convince her of her true identity so they can reclaim their life together. He dare not reveal a deeper reason: Only with Lavinia can he regain his freedom and exact revenge on the magician who confined him to the urn—

If she does not go mad from the spell to awaken her memories.
If her husband does not escape the djinni’s magic and discover her secret.
If the magician does not find them first.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt:

With a piercing cry, green eyes unblinking, the black cat crept from the shadows and spiraled around Saddani’s legs. He followed the animal into the arbor. As he ducked under the arch of tangled vines, he nodded, “Xiphilinos.”

The cat’s green eyes shone in the gloom of the dense ivy and vanished, to reappear a good five feet higher, accompanied by a wide grin. “Greetings to you, Eustathios.” The man, his complexion so dark as to almost vanish in the deep shade, rounded his slanted eyes. “Or should I speak greetings to Hafique Al Saddani, or perhaps the Egyptian Bedouin, or the lovely succuba’s pimp?” He laughed, a low vibration ending in a strangled snarl.

“Saddani, yes.” Saddani looked Xiphilinos up and down and scowled. “Clothe yourself, fool. You have no fur now.”

“What do you care?” A glossy black tunic and leggings obscured his flesh and Xiphilinos adjusted his arms into the tight sleeves.

Saddani inhaled sharply and shot him a withering look. “I am rather pleased you have followed my long mission to keep the djinni under my watch. But we are all Rakhshan’s emissaries, even such a lowly creature as you. And know this. Our mission should end soon.”

He held up his hand and Xiphilinos drew back at a flare of red from the small black talisman that glinted in Saddani’s fingers.

“Lord Bramley has an extensive gun collection, yes?”

The man blinked, his green eyes narrowed with suspicion, then gave a slow nod.

“This lethal charm is for a pistol I will buy. A pistol that will be used soon.” Saddani gazed at him with hooded eyes and sat on the cold iron bench. “I need what more you found about Lord Peter Bramley, his wife, and most of all, the djinni.”

Xiphilinos stretched and folded his body onto the bench next to Saddani. “Ahhhh, what I know.” He held his palm up to his face, thin fingers stretched out wide, lustrous black sleeves creeping over his wrists.

“None of your feline dawdling, Xiphilinos. I had to deal with that conniving peasant Ne’bi. Do not try my patience.” Saddani narrowed his reptilian eyes and Xiphilinos hunched his back, exhaling a hiss. “I have an appointment with Lord Bramley soon and must make a grand entrance in my carriage.”

About the Author: Claudia Herring aspired to be a baton twirler when she was five and an archaeologist at thirteen. When she became a graphic designer and an author of fantasy, she decided she'd hit upon the perfect compromise.

As a designer and illustrator she formats the written word around visual art. As a writer she weaves words into stories that form worlds. Her novel, "His Master's Bride," a historical fantasy with romantic elements set in Regency England, won first prize in the Houston Writer's Guild Novel Competition. "Ties of Smoke," next in "The Djinn Chronicles" series, is in its second draft.

When she's not delving into the world of the Djinn, Claudia is practicing yoga to go to that hushed space where she imagines and plots her next fantasy novel.

If you like Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series, or Carol Berg, you'll love His Master's Bride.

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Sunday, February 21, 2016

This Would be Paradise by N.D. Iverson - Spotlight and Giveaway

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In a world where a virus has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, there are two friends partying it up in New Orleans when the infection hits. Far away from home, they are trapped and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of new friends and enemies along the way. Zombies aren't the only thing to fear...
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The doors opened with a buzzing sound. The main lobby was devoid of people; even the receptionist behind the front desk was gone. Usually there was at least one person standing there with the phone glued to an ear. Did I sleep through a fire alarm or something?

I slowly made my way to the buffet area, looking around for a sign of life. Everything was set up but looked like it hadn’t been touched. Strange, considering it was already afternoon. Normally stale cereal and that one scary looking sausage that seemed to have been there all week would be all that was left by now.

I poured myself some coffee from the giant stainless steel percolator, watching the steam waft up from the foam cup. The smell alone helped invigorate my dulled senses. Sipping the hot liquid, I started to look around to figure out what was going on and maybe see about some maid service. We weren’t messy people, but somehow our hotel rooms always managed to look like a disaster zone – overflowing garbage, towels on the ground, running out of the mini-shampoo bottles sized for the head of an infant.

All the tables in the dining area were open, no one sitting around enjoying the mediocre hotel-provided food. I felt my hackles rise. Usually there was at least one person or group in here at all times. A noise that sounded like someone eating caught my attention and I stepped over to the booths that lined the wall.

“Hello?” I called out as I rounded the tall booths.

The sight that greeted me was not what I had expected. A woman covered in what appeared to be blood, was kneeling over a larger mass on one side of the booth. Her shirt was torn down the front revealing her daisy spotted bra and deep scratch marks on her chest. She snarled at me, flecks of whatever she’d been eating spraying from her red stained lips. I took a big step back.

She slowly got up from the booth, all her attention now focused on me like I had just insulted her outfit. I could see the thing she was on before much more clearly now. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! It was a man. There was a gaping hole in the body cavity, knotted intestines dangled down the side. I retched at the sight. Did I unknowingly step onto the set of a horror movie?

The woman had managed to get herself out of the booth, slipping a little on the blood coated floor. The coffee fell from my hand, as she started toward me, her face contorted into a feral mask. I took off running back the way I’d come, my earlier fatigue forgotten as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

About the Author: N. D. Iverson is young author trying to find her niche in the world. She has a business degree; to which she is still trying to find a practical application for. She has bounced from half-baked ideas of becoming a forensic pathologist (cut short when the option for attending an autopsy came up and she rather quickly decided maybe that wasn't for her), a member of a rock band (sadly, neither her nor her friends could play instruments or sing, not that it's a requirement these days...) and many more. 

This Would Be Paradise is her first completed book, which has started a chain reaction of one-too-many book ideas dancing around in her head. She plans on wrangling in these ideas and making full fledged books from them. So keep an eye out on the horizon for more works to come! For more information, please visit her website at:

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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

The Alex Chronicles: What My Friends Don't Know by Tracy Reed - Interview and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Tracy Reed will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Welcome to It's Raining Books. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

I am like my reader. I love God, fashion and cute guys. I also, like reading romance. I own, a lingerie site for curvy women.

What are you currently working on?

I am currently in the pre-editing phase of part two of The Alex Chronicles: What My Friends Need To Know> and The Good Girl. I like how both stories turned out. I’m also writing the follow up to Generational Curse. That one is surprising even me, but I think readers will like it. I just got the proof for my next release, Love Notes. It’s a book of love letters.

Where did you come up with the idea for either your current release or your current WIP?

I think the title for What My Friends Don't Know, was a question I posed to myself and it sort of stuck.

Do you have a favorite snack that you like to munch on while writing? If so, would you mind sharing what it is with us?

I don’t really have a favorite writing snack. I like popcorn, and sometimes I’ll make batch with parmesan, coconut oil and a little butter and a glass of moscato. I have that in common with Alex. Or, it’s a cup of coffee or sliced red bell pepper.

Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?

My favorite scene…that’s a toss up between the garden kiss, the airport parking lot kiss and Christmas in the kitchen. If you’ve read the book then you know the scenes I’m talking about.

When you are not busy writing wonderful stories to keep us lucky readers entertained, what do you like to do? Do you have a hobby?

When I’m not writing, I’m working on my other business, The Pink Duchess, shopping or at church. I don’t have a hobby per se. I’m a foodie and I like to cook. I read when I can. I need the outlet to recharge my creative juices.

Do you have a favorite background noise you like to have going while you write (TV, Music, kids playing)?

My favorite background noise is whatever is in my DVR and the playlist for the project I’m working on.

Thanks for visiting. It has been a pleasure having you visit today. Can you think of anything else you would like to share with us today?

I think that’s about it. Thank you for hosting me today. Oh yeah, download the free prequel and buy What My Friends Don't Know. Thank you.

Alexandra “Alex” Miller and her best friends are more like sisters. They live by the code that a good girlfriend will stick by you and be honest with you not matter what.

They’ve been friends over twenty years and have seen each other through marriage, divorce, broken engagement, death and other minor crisis. But it’s the secrets they’ve failed to trust each other with. Each of them is holding on to a secret they believe could destroy not only their reputation, but their friendship as well.

Alex and her best friends, Chloe, Taylor, Kendell and Dionne all long for one thing, a happy ending. As they’ve gotten older, they’ve discovered, not everyone gets the fairytale happy ending they want, but the reality life has orchestrated for them.

Enjoy an excerpt:

I couldn’t move. That was the most uncomfortable experience I’ve ever had, much worse than my first pelvic exam. In fact, right about now, those stirrups are looking pretty good, because that would distract me from all the memories that brief encounter resurrected. It’s been over twenty years and he still makes my stomach jump.

“Who was that man?” Bas asked.

I couldn’t dance around his question like I did last night. “Uhm...did I ever tell you how I got the money to start my business?”

“Does it have anything to do with the couple we just met?”

“It has everything to do with them.” I took a deep breath and continued. “My girlfriends know about Jonathan, but only a handful of people know about Terrence.”

“Come on, let’s sit down.” He guided me back to the club chairs, we sat down and I stared out the window.

“I spent the summer before my junior year and my junior year of college working at Motif Magazine in Paris. The short version, Terrence and I met at the Louvre. We were both trying to see the Mona Lisa. Unfortunately, so was everyone else. Instead, we spent the afternoon exploring the museum and by closing time, we were in love. He was in Paris working for his father’s company.”

“That’s your ex?”

“Have you ever wondered if it’s possible to be married and no one know?” He looked perplexed. “Let me answer it for you. Yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Towards the end of summer we were hooked at the hip. We spent all of our free time together. Instead of going home for the holidays, I stayed in Paris and spent them with Terrence. Spring came and the air was filled with love. He proposed and two weeks after Valentine’s Day we got married. When his parents found out, they came over and yanked him out of our apartment. The last time I saw him was that morning.”

About the Author:I am a single Christian woman who loves God, Fashion and Cute Guys. Not all women who write Christian fiction will admit to that.

The subjects I write about are considered taboo in Christian fiction. If you want to read about Christians dealing with unrequited love, apprehension to give love another chance, arranged marriages, physical attraction, divorce, annulment, controlling their urges, infidelity, abortion, dating younger men, being a single mother, slipping up and sleeping with your estranged ex, standing up for yourself, being honest about not liking your in-laws, still being attracted to your ex, battling postpartum depression, having challenges in your walk with Christ or if you aren't too proud to admit you sometimes get angry and yell at God, then you're in the right place.

The people that read my books have a thing for designer clothes and accessories and aren't ashamed to admit it. To them a cute Christian guy on their arm is the finish to the perfect outfit. Sort of like lipstick, you don't have to have it, but it sure makes you feel prettier when you do.


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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Crash and Burn by Michele Callahan - Spotlight and Giveaway

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A childhood promise has Chance Walker picking up a guitar once again. Sure, he's been busy growing up, finishing college, and even law school. He made a promise to his dying mother and he’s determined to keep it. While his guitar playing dreams were big when he was a kid, his skill is rusty and he hires Erin Michaelson to bring music back into his life. Not only is she incredibly talented, she's one of the sexiest women he’s ever met. It's hard to focus on correct finger position when her sweet scent threatens to drive him out of his mind.

Less than twenty-four hours after his first lesson he sees her again, but this time she’s on stage using another name and seducing an entire audience of men. He played the gentleman card once, and it got him nowhere. This time, all bets are off and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. A single, sizzling backstage kiss will change both of their lives forever, because Chance soon realizes that Erin is not just an itch, she’s an obsession that he refuses to live without.

Erin Michaelson spends her days teaching guitar and her nights on stage as her sexy alter-ego, Eva James. Music is her dream, her passion. All she wants is to say goodbye to a lifetime of scraping by, working two jobs, and paying for past mistakes. When a major record label exec hears her band play, she gets her big break. But life can be a real bitch, and meeting Chance now is just bad timing.

Problem #1: The record label wants her to dump her band and move to L.A. Problem #2: She hadn’t counted on Chance Walker and the scorching heat of that first kiss. And last but not least is Problem #3: Is Chance really falling in love with the dull guitar teacher, or is he really just lusting after the sexy Eva James?

Will success make all of Erin's dreams come true? Or will falling in love make them both crash and burn?

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Erin licked her lips. He was asking her. Giving her control and being a gentleman about it. And that, combined with the fact that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since he’d walked out of the shop yesterday, had her nodding her head before she’d even answered his question.

“Yes.” Erin dropped her head back with a soft moan as Chance’s lips traced heated patterns across her cheek. He shifted slightly, holding her face still with gentle hands as he took his sweet time lowering his mouth to hers.

She could hardly breathe. Her whispered admission had sent her over the edge and into the dark abyss where common sense and reason ceased to exist. He leaned forward and the kiss started as a gentle exploration, as if he needed to coax a wild animal, like he was afraid she’d run.

He didn’t taste her, he plundered and explored. His kiss branded her with the faint taste of whiskey and heat. He owned her mind and her body in that moment. He left her nowhere to hide and no room to retreat. She was on fire and her world narrowed to the exotic taste of his mouth, the strong arms that circled her waist, the aggressive heat of his body pressed to hers, and the soft glide of his hair in her fists as she pulled him closer, demanded he give her more.

She whimpered and the needy sound barely registered. In some far away, logical place in her mind, she knew she’d never made that sound before. It should have served as a warning, instead it pushed her further into madness. She never wanted to stop…

About the Author: M.L. (Michele) Callahan is a sci-fi fanatic and full time writer whose earliest movie memories are of Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and light sabers. (Still waiting on Santa to come through on that one.) ML writes sci-fi action adventure as ML Callahan, and romance as Michele Callahan. Fans of Hugh Howey's Wool series, Wayward Pines, Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark, Sherrilyn Kenyon's League Series, or Karen Marie Moning's Fever Series will not be able to resist Callahan's complex world building, twisting plot lines, or unique premise. Callahan writes something brand new in the science fiction arena with character driven stories that read more like adventure books than hard science manuals. The Timewalker Chronicles are like nothing you've ever read before.


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Friday, February 12, 2016

Brains and Beauty by Jeanette Watts - Interview and Giveaway

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Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

I don't have only one genre. My newest book, Brains and Beauty, is historic fiction. I was drawn to historic fiction because I love biography and history. I like bringing history to life, in all its juicy, glorious detail. But I have also written a textbook on how to waltz, and plan on doing an entire series on different dances. My next fiction book, currently in the hands of an editor, is a modern satire. I also want to write a children's book, which will be dedicated to my old landlord in Pittsburgh who was my mentor and guardian angel and passed away last year. And, on the other end of the spectrum, I'm thinking about writing erotic fiction. When I read Fifty Shades of Grey, I thought "I can do this!" I have a pretty solid idea about the characters, and a format that is, I think, a bit unusual. But it would present an interesting challenge!

What research is required?

Tons of it! The central premise for any work of historic fiction is "do your homework." Then do some more. Assume nothing. Get experts on that era in history to look it over and find all the errors. It's more than just getting the facts down - like finding that I couldn't refer to my grandmother's bad-tempered Pekingese, because the breed wasn't around yet in 1875. You have to understand how things were used historically. I still remember cringing at one piece of historic fiction I tried to read, because the writer assumed that the moment the telephone was invented, it was used exactly the way we use it today. (Well, used it 15 years ago when the book was written.) It wasn't. Businesses had telephones installed, but private homes did it much later, and originally home phones were used to call the stables to tell the groom to saddle your horse. You did not use a telephone to chat with the lady down the street. Lastly, to write historic fiction you have to research language. I nearly put a couple big, fat errors in Brains and Beauty - I hadn't known that the word "sex" was only used as a synonym for "gender" until 1929. It wasn't used to describe intercourse. And the word "baby" to describe your youngest sibling was not around in the 1800s.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

That I'm a bigger cynic than I ever realized. Regina is actually a poor communicator. She loves people, but she's also given up on them. There's not much point in telling people what you're really thinking, like when something's really bothering you, because it won't change or fix anything. People are going to do what they want, it doesn't matter what you want. It's kind of a cynical way of looking at people. But if that's what she thinks, and it came out of me, part of me must think that way, too.

Any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I don't know how quirky this is, but I love doing my writing in pretty places. While I do plenty of writing in my office, I love to go on little writing retreats I set up for myself. When I was on my way to a dance workshop north of Pittsburgh, I went early and detoured and spent 3 days in Allegheny National Forest in a cute little cabin with gorgeous hills in front of me and a stream right next to the cabin. Another time I spent a week in a cabin owned by friends of mine in Canada right on Lake Erie. Both these places also happened to have excellent wineries in the area, which made for nice excuses to take a break once in a while.

Plotter or pantser?

Depends on the book. My next book, Jane Austen Lied to Me, was plotted. It's a satire, I don't think you can NOT plot out a satire. But Wealth and Privilege refused to stick to the outline. Brains and Beauty is a companion book, so I had a strict road map I had to follow. Everything I wrote had to fit in with everything I'd already written - only within those parameters could I simply let go and see what happens.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

Heaps of papers, audio and video equipment for converting tapes, LPs, and VHS to digital (I'm a dance instructor, I'm always converting music or old performance tapes from one of my dance troupes), empty cassette tape cases, an eraser, a lump of poster putty, an Air Canada boarding pass, one of those squished souvenir pennies (I think it's from Wright-Patt AFB), a flash drive, a paper clip, a DVD from a past cancan performance, a book on social dances from the American Revolution, and a metal 3-D model kit of Kylo Ren's command shuttle, waiting to be assembled (that's Star Wars, for any non-Jedis out there). Wow, I need to clean my desk. I'm glad you didn't ask me to look to my left.

Anything new coming up from you? What? As I mentioned, the next thing coming down the pipeline is called Jane Austen Lied to Me. It's a satire about a college girl who absolutely loves Mr. Darcy... until she meets a real live one. Then it doesn't come out quite the same as the books. So she meets a real live Captain Wentworth. Once again, things don't work out like they do in the books... you get the idea.

Do you have a question for our readers?

Do you prefer electrons or dead trees? (Since I know you want to know, I'm a dead tree person. Don't know why it is I process words better on paper, but ereaders just don't plug into my brain right.)

Regina Waring seems to have it all. A loving husband, a successful business, and the most expensive wardrobe in town. But nothing is what it appears to be. Her husband is critical and demanding, the business teeters on ruin, even the opulent wardrobe is a clever illusion.

Regina’s life is one long tiptoe through a minefield; one wrong step and her entire life is going to blow up and destroy her. Attempting to hold it all together, she appeases the husband, dresses the part, and never, never says what she is really thinking. That would get in the way of getting things done. And, if there’s one thing Regina did really well, it was getting things done.

Enter Thomas Baldwin. Young and handsome and completely off limits, Regina is smitten at first sight. Then, to her great astonishment, he slowly becomes her best friend. He’s the one person in her life who never lets her down. Torn between her fascination with him and her desire not to ruin a marvelous friendship, she tries to enjoy each moment with him as it comes.

If only that were enough.

Enjoy an excerpt:

There was grunting, and the sound of wood groaning, and then a wet thump as they lifted and threw something. Regina could tell that there was a little more room behind her shoulder blades. There was more grunting and dragging and thumping. Then she heard them both groan.

“What’s going on back there? Have I been cut off at the waist?” she asked. Not being able to see what was wrong, or the progress they were having, was making her anxious.

“The next layer is completely wedged in. We can’t do this without tools,” Isaac told her.

Both men hurried away from her, making her worry for their safety. She had also found their company reassuring. What if neither one of them was able to find her again?

That’s when she saw the flickering orange glow in the distance. “No.”

Yes. It didn’t seem possible – but in the midst of water floating below, and pouring from above, something had caught on fire.

Regina started listing in her head all the accelerants that might be contained in a single drygoods store: tar, pitch, turpentine, kerosene. How many homes used all of them? How many gas lines were ruptured all over the city? How many wood stoves were knocked into them? There was no way this heap would NOT be set on fire.

And here she was, stuck, in the middle of it. No doubt about it, she was about to die in the same town in which she was born. It was a shame, really. She had such high aspirations.

About the Author:
Jeanette Watts only lived in Pittsburgh for four years, but in her heart, she will always be a Pittsburgher. She missed the city so much after her move to Ohio, she had to write a love story about it.

She has written television commercials, marketing newspapers, stage melodramas, four screenplays, three novels, and a textbook on waltzing. When she isn’t writing, she teaches social ballroom dances, refinishes various parts of her house, and sews historical costumes and dance costumes for her Cancan troupe.

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The Evans Trilogy by Jennifer Collin


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Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

I studied English Literature at university. Because of this, most of my twenties was spent reading dark, disturbing or emotionally draining stories. I loved nothing more to finish a book weeping hysterically. The more distressing the ending, the better.

Then, one day a friend rather apologetically brought Jennifer Crusie’s Welcome to Temptation to our book club. I approached it with snobby skepticism, but from the first page and I was hooked. I ploughed through it and went in search of more.

As I was working my way through Crusie’s back catalogue, my first child was born and the fate of those dark and disturbing reads was sealed. Once I became a parent, I no longer wanted to know about the darker side of life. I wanted the world I’d brought my child into to be full of sunshine and lollipops.

However, after devouring all of Crusie’s books, I struggled to find other authors who met the standard that she set. And as Toni Morrision said, “if there’s a book that you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it”. So I wrote my own.

Ironically, once I had a book out there and I started to meet other authors, a whole new world of reading opened up to me. I’ve since discovered dozens of great romantic comedy writers, many of whom I’m now lucky to count as my friends.

What research is required?

I recently attended a writing masterclass presented by a reasonably successful rom-com author. When she spoke about research, she talked about how she would relocate to the city or town where the book would be set for a month or two, and how she’d sit in cafes to observe the locals and take notes. She told a story of how she once interviewed the HR manager of a local business to find out where, at the workplace, staff would most likely go if they were to sneak off for sex.

Sounds like she’s living the dream, right?

I don’t do any of that. Relocating somewhere for a month or two would mean leaving my husband and children behind. I also work full-time, so I don’t have the luxury of sitting in cafés to people-watch. The time I get to dedicate to research and writing is usually somewhere between 10pm and 2am, or 4am to 6am. So I trawl the internet, where there’s action 24/7. I use YouTube, TED talks, blog posts, Pinterest boards, Reddit discussions to virtually immerse myself in my characters’ lives.

In writing Set Me Free, I watched hours and hours of swing dancing instructional clips. For Bring Me Back, I watched videos of fishing trawlers in operation. I know it’s not the same as being there, that I would have gotten so much more out of attending a swing class myself, or spending 3 months working on a trawler, but I have limitations I need to work within and the internet is a marvelous substitute for real life experience.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

Out of all the heroine’s in the Evans Trilogy, I think I learned the most from Annie, from Bring Me Back. Annie can be somewhat stubborn and judgmental. Once she’s decided not to like someone, their fate is sealed. But she finds with Andy, the hero of Bring Me Back, that you can’t always judge a book by its cover. And you can’t always assume you know what’s going on in someone else’s head. Annie has to learn how to forgive Andy and in doing so, she learns so much, not just about him, but about herself as well. As I was writing Bring Me Back, Annie reminded me how much our relationships; past, present and future, shape who we are. As do the choices we make about who to keep close and who to leave behind.

Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I can’t write at a clean desk. If I’m not surrounded by a jumble of papers, notebooks, pens, electronic devices and empty coffee cups, nothing comes out. My mess is like a cozy blanket that wraps around me and lets the inspiration flow.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

A combination of both because I’m impatient. I start out planning, because I know it makes the whole process go more smoothly, but I always reach a point where I just need to start writing. So off I go and inevitably my characters end up surprising me with a plot diversion I didn’t see coming. This means I do a LOT of editing, a lot of going back and forth in my manuscript until all the pieces fall in together. Like my desk, the process is very messy!

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

My iPad. It’s always within arm’s reach. Well ‘always’ being when my 9 year old daughter isn’t playing Minecraft on it. Oh, and there’s also an empty coffee cup.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

I have many, many ideas whirling around in my head at the moment, but no time to get them out. The thing I’m most keen on is some children’s fiction. My daughter has some learning difficulties and I have some ideas of how I might be able to support her and kids with similar struggles. This is my priority at the moment, because she needs the support NOW. It’s not something I can put off.

Do you have a question for our readers?

So many, but I’ll only ask one two.

I read an article recently by someone who completely panned Amazon’s reviews. He argued they’re essentially nonsense because on the site, something like 50 Shades of Grey could be rated the same as a literary masterpiece. It made me wonder if other readers felt the same, or if he was a one off.

So, I’d love to know. How much do you rely on Amazon or other reviews when you’re choosing your next read? Do you go by what others have said, or do you prefer to use your own judgment?

Disastrous love life aside, Charlotte Evans is rather content with her life. Her quaint little art gallery is plodding along nicely, and her sister Emily’s artistic career is about to take off, thanks to her tireless promotion. She even gets to see her best friend every day and drink his delicious coffee in the café next door.

But when dastardly property developer Craig Carmichael comes along, threatening to demolish her gallery and take everything away, Charlotte has an unexpected fight on her hands. Not only is she battling to stop Craig’s development, she’s also struggling against the mysterious magnetic pull that has her on a collision course with Craig himself.

Craig Carmichael is fighting the Battle for Boundary Street on more than one front. The tenants of the building he wants to knock down are mounting a strong case against him and in a hot-headed moment he put his career on the line for a project that is threatening to fail. If the project doesn’t succeed he will lose everything, but for some reason he’s having trouble maintaining his focus.

As their worlds begin to unravel around them, anyone could win. It’s what they might lose that has Charlotte and Craig wondering what it is they really want.

Everything happens for a reason, they say. And sometimes the reason is you're stupid and make bad decisions. Sleeping with her sister's best friend is one of the dumbest things soon-to-be divorcee Emily Evans has ever done. But she's determined to put it behind her and move on. She's walked away from her cheating husband, managed to make a new friend, and found herself a real job and somewhere to live so she doesn't have to couch-surf any more. Everything should be falling into place but for one problem – there are some mistakes from which you can't move on.

Meanwhile, Ben Cameron is getting on with his life. After all, it's the only thing to do once your heart has been stomped on by the woman of your dreams. Expanding his business and getting cosy with the girl next door are proving welcome distractions. He's even happy to babysit his nephew, as long as he can to hand him back when he's done! And thankfully, Emily Evans, the woman with the heavy boots, is avoiding him like the plague.
 But Emily can't avoid him forever, and when she drops a bombshell that turns Ben's world upside-down, suddenly, getting on with his life takes on a whole new meaning.

Andy Evans is on the move. For six long, lonely years, he’s been running from his past, leaving his family and his life as a drug-addicted rock star far behind. His latest move takes him to the sleepy seaside town of Oamaru, New Zealand, to sell cigar-box guitars to tourists. The only running he’ll need to do will be training for the half-marathon in nearby Dunedin. But when Andy sets eyes on Steampunk HQ, Oamaru's main tourist attraction, he realises his days of running might not be over, especially if a certain Steampunk fan from his past catches up with him.

Annie Martin is on the cusp of great success. Her career as a Steampunk academic is about to take off, as long as she can convince one disagreeable, New Zealand-based Professor to sign up to the anthology she’s putting together. Thankfully, Annie is a master at maintaining her poise and few people, no matter how nasty, can rattle her. Not any more. In fact, it’d been a good six years since anyone had gotten under her skin, after her best friend’s brother had vanished into thin air.

When Annie finds her future career on a collision course with her secret past, Andy Evans is the last person she expects to find tangled up in the mess. With a vengeful drug-dealer or two hot on his heels, and a vindictive academic determined to ruin her credibility, can Annie bring Andy back to his family before it’s too late? Annie and Andy are used to being alone, but if they don’t work together, there’ll be much more at stake than her livelihood and his sobriety.

Enjoy an excerpt from Set Me Free

The Evans Gallery was his last stop before he called it a day.

A little golden bell above the door tinkled daintily as he walked in. He noticed two things immediately: the intriguing painting on the wall to his right and the beguiling woman smiling lazily at him from behind a sleek-looking asymmetrical 1960s Danish-styled desk. Unsettled by the pair of slightly smoky grey eyes that came with the lazy smile, he moved directly toward the painting to take it in.

The canvas was large; it took up almost a quarter of the wall. The image was a view down a narrow alley corralled by stark grey skyscrapers that, thanks to the wash of the paint strokes, appeared to be crumbling. At the end of the alley, a small dog with a broken tail lay beside an old-fashioned dustbin, chewing a small, bright red ball.

‘Hi,’ welcomed the woman behind the counter. Her voice was as tired as her eyes and smile, but there was still something smouldering under the surface, like a combusting rain cloud. ‘Can I help you with anything in particular or would you just like to browse?’

‘Can you tell me anything about this piece?’ he asked, unwisely. She stood up to join him, swinging her hips as she walked, subtly but hypnotically. This might turn out to be the hardest conversation of them all; particularly given he was struggling to keep his eyes on her face and off those swinging hips. He looked up. Nope, no respite there.

About the Author: Jennifer Collin writes quirky, and sometimes gritty, love stories about ordinary people dealing with what life throws at them.

She lives in Brisbane, Australia, with her husband, two noisy children and a cantankerous cat.

She used to party, but now her idea of a good time is an uninterrupted sleep. These days, her characters do her partying for her, and she doesn't necessarily let them sleep.


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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Sky Garden by Jenny Schwartz - Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Five Things You’d Never Guess About Me

Oh this is fun!

First, you’d never guess that I got my first grey hair at sixteen and it was discovered, appropriately enough, in maths class! The desks were really close together, and a friend (so kind of her) pointed it out. I gave up dying my hair ages ago, although I am tempted by that rainbow unicorn look. But, no, I’m too shy to pull that off.

Second, you’d never guess that I can actually draw. I’m not saying I’m an artist, but if you ask me to draw an apple you can guess it’s an apple—or maybe a funny-shaped pear. I like painting, but I lack true talent for it (and time), so I happily occupy the role of audience instead and attend exhibitions, etc.

Third, I’m so chatty online you’d never guess how frozen I get with stage fright. Never, ever attempt to interview me live. I sound stoned—not that I’m confessing that I’ve ever been stoned! Moving on!

Fourth, thing that you’d never, ever guess is that I once kept a Siamese fighting fish. I’m not really a fish person, but at the time I lived in a flat with a no-pets rule. A fish was the compromise. Sam was a lovely ruby red colour and seemed a happy enough fish until the morning he was found dead. Poor Sam. He was my first and last pet fish.

The fifth and final thing you’d never guess about me, and I mean never guess, is that I’ve been to Summernats. For those not Australian, this is Summernats. I am not into cars, motorbikes or anything like that, but there might be photographic evidence somewhere (I think it’s lost) of me drinking bourbon and encouraging burn-outs. Yep, you’d never guess! I have a vivid memory of walking carefully back to the car that night, picking a path between lounging bikies, having been thoroughly lectured on not saying anything stupid (I sometimes need those lectures).

So there you go! Five things you’d never guess about me. Thanks for asking!

MediaKit_BookCover_SkyGardenOn the rooftops of London, you can be anyone.

A year ago, Lanie Briers escaped a serial killer. She grew up in a theatre family and her act was mediumship, but not anymore. Life, now, is a hidden retreat above a quirky Bloomsbury museum, where she waits and watches.

Nick Tawes is an unexpected intrusion. He's a landscape architect filming a television series on roof gardens, and he intends to build one in Lanie's aerial territory. He has his own demons, old family troubles, that lure Lanie out of her refuge and into living again.

But as summer progresses and the sky garden grows, Lanie's enemy is closing in--because some secrets must go to the grave.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Stories fed identity—and changed it.

Lanie had used stories to shock and survive. She’d used them carefully, crafting her old stage act of mediumship to draw out people’s stories and reflect them, eliciting gasps of awe at her insight. Magic, went the murmur. But it wasn’t magic. They were the same tricks conmen used.

And she’d used those tricks brutally, as the one weapon left to her. Survival had cost her the joy of performing.

But that was the past. She forced the memories away. Here was safe harbor, the library that was a sea captain’s final berth. A fantasy, but a comforting one.

She was searching for a spy glass to add to the photos she’d take when the electronic beep from the front door signaled the entrance of a visitor.


A tug at her jacket and a pat to her hair—Good, the chignon doesn’t wobble—and she was ready to perform.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_SkyGardenJenny Schwartz is a hopeful romantic with a degree in Sociology and History — people watching and digging into the past. She lives in Western Australia and is working towards her dream of living by the sea. Jenny writes romantic suspense, as well as contemporary and paranormal romance.


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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Separate Heaven by Alex Disanti - Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Hi everyone! Welcome to the tour for my series A Separate Heaven. I’m Alex Disanti and it’s my pleasure to be here at Its Raining Books. Alex is my pen name and people call me by that name at events relating to the books so half the time I’m Alex, the other half Ellan, but I have become quite adept at answering to both. Use of pen names has intrigued me since I was a child. The idea of having another name – one that I chose! – and I could be that person! And, maybe just maybe, I wouldn’t be shy. I wouldn’t be uncomfortable in large groups of people. Well, of course acquiring a pseudonym didn’t change anything except my name, but I do enjoy seeing “Alex Disanti” on my book covers. In the end, I didn’t actually choose the name Alex. Due to a typo (my own) on the copyright form I am Alex as opposed to Alexandra, something for which I am grateful. Alexandra Disanti is a bit much!

As with most writers, I have always loved words. During a conversation with a friend years ago, I mentioned to her that words and their meaning had always held a fascination for me. Even before I was old enough to attend school I would copy words onto a piece of paper, whatever was available, and I would look up their meaning in a large dictionary that belonged to my father. My friend, who is an accountant, understood. But numbers were her thing. As a child she had walked her neighborhood and copied down the address from each house. So perhaps each of us has an inborn calling. If so, then I believe whether we answer that call or not is strictly up to us. I do not believe answering it guarantees our success, but I do believe each of us is graced with a special talent that we should recognize and pursue to the best of our ability. That in itself is rewarding and holds its own measure of success.

Even though books and writing are lifelong loves, I have worked in other venues to earn a living. For one, I worked in the lab at a hospital as a histologist doing tissues and slides. Primarily though, I was employed by an engineering and construction firm in West Texas that designed and built gas plants. We specialized in cryogenic processes. I wrote specifications and procedures and also worked for them as a welding inspector. Anyone who has ever worked in quality assurance will tell you that some days it is the equivalent to walking around with a sign on your forehead that says “Hate me!” No one enjoys being critiqued. That part I understand, but some take it better than others. It was a great job but being a female welding inspector can, at times, come with a few perils.

I don’t know if I have a full blown fear of heights because I enjoy hiking, driving through the mountains etc. But standing on a ladder or rooftop, looking down from a tall building, even watching some scenes in movies definitely makes me cringe and causes a weird sensation in my hands and feet…seriously. There was a situation on a jobsite though that let me know I could rise to the occasion and do what was required despite my fear. Our company was building a huge CO2 recovery plant and we had several inspectors working in the field. One day our client’s inspectors came to my office and wanted to check the trays in an ERC column. All you need to know about this is that the ERC’s were 217 feet in height. I couldn’t locate the other inspectors so I had to go. These were nice guys but they were grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat and I know they didn’t think I would climb that tower. I will say that climbing up that column was a lot easier than coming down, but here I am.

I can’t say that my past occupations have had a part in writing A Separate Heaven; however, there are already some characters and scenes being played out in my mind for a future book and the setting is the West Texas oil patch. But in the meantime, please step into a world of drama and follow the lives of some fascinating characters in A Separate Heaven.

Thank you so much for joining me today at Its Raining Books. I am always happy to answer questions and I appreciate your comments. Wishing you a wonderful week!

Step into a world of riveting drama. Enter A Separate Heaven, a story comprised of power, wealth, and romance, multifaceted characters, and complex relationships. A novel by Alex Disanti. From Long Island to the shores of the Mediterranean, this exciting series spanning twenty five years in the lives of the Gianelli and Hamilton families will hold you spellbound.

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Around 1:00 A.M. Paige found she couldn’t sleep. As quietly as possible she eased herself from the bed and walked out onto the balcony. The weather was still nice. The breeze from the water was cool and she could see the waves crashing against the sandy beaches. Below her, the pool looked inviting. His soft snoring assured her Dominic was sleeping soundly. Hesitating only a moment, she tiptoed into the bathroom, wrapped herself in a big towel, and made her way down the stairs and outside to the pool.

She dropped the towel and slipped into the warm water that felt like silk on her naked body. Leisurely, she swam back and forth, again and again. This was heaven. It was all heaven. She lay on her back, floating, her eyes closed, replaying in her mind the wedding and all that had happened since.

Finally, she began to tire and, feeling she could sleep again, made one last lap underwater, crawling along the bottom of the pool. As she entered the shallow end, her hands reached for the tiled rim as she emerged, breaking the surface of the water.

Suddenly, something like a steel vise gripped her wrists, jerking her upward, and she was momentarily airborne. Her feet slammed against the concrete, jarring her from head to toe. Now Dominic had her by her shoulders and was shaking her. She knew he was saying something, but she could hear only the roaring in her head. Not six feet from them stood two men with guns. Behind them on the massive walls that surrounded the villa were several more.

About the Author:Alex Disanti lives in the Texas Hill Country. While writing has been a lifelong love for her, A Separate Heaven is her first novel. Early works were mainly poetry and short stories. As A Separate Heaven progressed from thought to paper, friends and family began reading the manuscript. Then, in an effort to test the marketability of the material, she enlisted the aid of what she calls her “test readers.” These readers vary in age, occupation and background. It simply grew from there. Alex’s rich detail brought the characters to life, and the ensuing chapters could not come quickly enough for her readers.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Kiss of a Stranger by Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid - Spotlight and Giveaway

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Maddie Palmer lost everything when her ex-husband betrayed her. Years later, she’s rebuilt her life. It’s safe and stable—everything she thought she wanted. Until a dangerously sexy ex-con appears in Lost Coast Harbor...

Gabriel Reyes just did six years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. Now he’s returned, determined to expose the men who set him up. His best chance at redemption is seducing the straight-laced woman working for the enemy…until he realizes he’s the one being seduced.

As passion ignites, Gabe and Maddie find themselves drawn deeper into the corruption behind the town’s richest family… even while facing the greatest danger of all—losing their hearts.

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“I had a lovely night, not that it’s any of your business.” The lie rolled off her tongue.

Gabe didn’t move. “I’m sure he was everything a date could be. Polite. Clever. Though it’s hard to take a man seriously when he orders the butternut squash ravioli at a restaurant that serves steak.”

“He’s a vegetarian,” she said absently, before the full meaning of his words settled on her. “Wait a second. You watched me? You spied on my date?” Her voice rose with every word, and only her desire not to wake the neighbors kept her from shouting.

Gabe shook his head. It was a rueful motion, directed more at himself than her. “I started to. Then I remembered that was creepy as hell and went to the diner. Where I ordered steak and eggs, by the way.”

“Still, the fact that you thought that was okay, even for a second…”

He stood, the movement fluid and hypnotic, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he prowled toward her. “Don’t fool yourself, Maddie. I’m not okay. I forgot how to be okay long ago. That’s what you’ll get with me, but I’ll do my best to make it worth your time, if you feel like taking a risk.”

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Like so many good ideas, Lost Coast Harbor was inspired by a few rounds of margaritas. One sunny afternoon, Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid went to a Mexican restaurant for snacks and tequila and left with the idea for a new series. Inspired by their love of noir movies and 1940s crime novels, they imagined a gritty small town full of crime and corruption, where intrigue and mystery can lead to love and passion.

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Divine Touch by Kristy Denice Bock - Spotlight and Giveaway

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Finding a naked man where Werewolf bones once were should have let Kate know she was in for an unusual day! Nothing could have prepared her for the discovery that her mother is a Goddess, and that nothing in her life would ever be the same. Zane DeSeville spent five centuries trapped in a prison of his own body only to be awakened by the image of the woman who caused his entrapment. After Kate discovers that she’s the daughter of a Goddess, another bombshell is dropped in her lap. She has to pass three Trials of Humanity, or she’ll be imprisoned as Zane had been, and Zane would be her judge and jury!

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Kate found her way to the Kitchen. She found Holland walking around the room with a cell phone in her hand, extended as she moved about trying to find signal.

“Can you hear me now?” Kate asked.

“Kate! I was ready to call in the military.” Holland launched herself at Kate, hugging her tight.

“Holls, you are choking me,” Kate said, her ribs still sore from their earlier abuse.

“Don't care. Save it. What the fuck is going on?” Kate hid a smile, Holland's language always left something to be desired.

“I missed you. I was promised chocolate ice cream, a sappy movie and you. Never let it be said the Goddess doesn't answer prayers.” Kate took a step away from Holland and picked up the Ice cream she spied on the table next to them.

“Who is the walking magnet?” Holland asked.

“His name is Cole,” Kate answered.

“What's his deal?”

“I don't know, why?”

“He's got a nice ass.”

“He's like twelve years old!”

“He's 28.”

“No way, how do you know?”

“Because I asked him right after I told him he had a nice ass.”

“You told him that?”

“What good is thinking something if it's not shared?”

“Does he really have a nice behind?”

“How did I get here?”

“The Goddess brought you for me. I have so much to tell you. Ice cream first, find bowls.”

Kate walked around the kitchen and opened one at a time until she found decorative wooden bowls which would do quite nicely for their frozen treat. She placed them on the counter and searched again for a scoop and two spoons. After the dessert found its way into the bowls Kate hopped up on the countertop and motioned for Holland to do the same. The two ate in silence for a few moments before Kate spoke. Kate relayed the story starting with how she picked up the shipment meant for her ex-husband.

“He called me by the way,” Holland said.

“Kevin?” asked Kate.

“What a vile toad. The sex must have been phenomenal because his personality leaves so much to be desired.”

“He is, it wasn't, it does... And what did he say?”

“Blah blah blah, random threat, blah blah blah, knows what you really are, mayhem, devastation, destruction.”

“I doubt he knows what I just found out today. At best he'd seem like a lunatic raving how his ex-wife is a witch.”

“Want me to run him over? I have full coverage.”

“I have enough to deal with at the moment. Kevin is the least of my concerns. I have a vengeful witch who tried to blow me up, three trials that could end in possible annihilation if I fail, and a werewolf that I can't quite figure out what to do with. Not to mention, my mother’s a Goddess. A Goddess. Talk about a readymade complex.”

“So many things to be shocked over, so little time.” Holland stated.

“I guess it would be hard to take in. In one sitting I've told you of werewolves, Goddesses, and witches.” Kate replied.

“No, I meant why you would not call me the minute you found a naked man on the table. At the very least you could have sent me a few picture texts,” Holland said.

“I'm sorry for not thinking clearly at that moment.”

“I forgive you, but only if you forgive me for the confession I'm about to make.” Holland said.

“What confession?” Kate asked.

“I plan on seducing the walking magnet, pissing off the blond bombshell, and finding out the intentions of one really old werewolf.”

“He's too young for you.”

“I'm one year older than you.”

“He's too young for me too.”

“You take all the fun out of my life, what's five years?”

“The difference between diapers and big boy pants.”

“You are a sick, sick woman, Kate.”

“I know”

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Murder at Morningside by Sandra Bretting - Cover Reveal and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions to reveal the cover of Sandra Bretting's upcoming release Murder at Morningside. Sandra will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Hat designer Missy DuBois opened her shop, Crowning Glory, along Louisiana's Great River Road to cater to the sophisticated Southern bride. But bless her heart, who knew creating stylish wedding veils would lead to murder?

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Time rewound with each footfall as I began to climb the grand outer staircase at Morningside Plantation. The limestone steps, burdened with the history of five generations, heaved their way toward heaven.

At the top lay a wide-plank verandah supported by columns painted pure white, like the clouds. By the time I took a third step, the digital camera in my right hand began to dissolve into the sterling silver handle of a ladies parasol. The visitors’ guide in my left hand magically transformed into a ballroom dance card bound by a satin cord.

Another step and the Mississippi River came into view as it flowed to the Gulf, languid as a waltz and the color of sweet tea. Could that be a whistle from a steamboat ferrying passengers past the plantation? If so, a turn and a wave wouldn’t be out of the question once I reached the top of the stairs, and good manners would dictate it.

I was about to do that when I realized the whistle was only my friend’s cell and not a Mississippi riverboat. “Ambrose! Turn that thing off. Honestly.”

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “I always forget you were Scarlett O’Hara in a past life.”

The mood was broken, though, and the sterling silver in my hand returned to plastic while the linen dance card hardened to a glossy brochure.

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Sandra Bretting works as a freelance feature writer under contract to the Houston Chronicle. She received a journalism degree from the University of Missouri School of Journalism and wrote for other publications (including the Los Angeles Times and Orange Coast Magazine) before moving to Texas.

Her Missy DuBois Mysteries series debuts from Kensington/Lyrical Underground in May 2016. Bretting’s previous mysteries include Unholy Lies (2012) and Bless the Dying (2014). Readers can reach her online at and through Facebook at

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