Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Exile in Darkness by Annalisa Carr

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Heritage and magic matter to the London covens. Aristocratic witch, Isabella Pethany, has heritage but not magic.
Underworld powerbroker, amnesiac vampire Maldit, has magic but no heritage.
Lukas Sindis, coven sorcerer and famous psychopath, has both.

Isabella’s null magic status makes her an embarrassment to her family, but since her sister was murdered, she is all they have left. Guilt makes her willing to do almost anything to compensate for her lack of value, but her grandmother’s proposal to match her with Lukas, in a bid to bring strong magic back to their bloodline, is a step too far.

When Maldit rescues a strange witch from hunting vampires, his main concern is to limit trouble in his territory. Witches are notoriously troublesome, and this one is no exception. Her proximity slashes through his damaged memory, allowing him to catch glimpses of his forgotten past.

Drugs have suppressed Lukas’s magic for almost twenty years, filling him with a reservoir of trapped power. When he escapes, his magic bursts free, falling like a tidal wave on Maldit and Isabella, sweeping away the spells paralysing both of them.

The dark secrets of the London coven are about to explode into the light of day.

Read an Excerpt:

“What do you think you’re doing?” As soon as they were in the taxi, Daisy started on her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Isabella folded her arms, hunched her shoulders and huddled in her corner of the back seat.

“Don’t lie to me. You let that vampire kiss you. Are you insane?” Spiralling strands of pale hair rose like a halo around Daisy’s face. “And he came to your house. He knows where you live.”

“Your ponytail’s coming undone.”

“Isabella!” Daisy’s voice rose to a screech.

“I like him.” She hadn’t even reached the stage of admitting it to herself yet. Daisy was a pain in the ass. Isabella had never understood how such loud noises emerged from such a small person.

“He’s a vampire.”


“A vampire, Izzy. The same species you just told me killed your sister. What happens if he bites you again? What happens if you get addicted? What if—”


Daisy blew out an impatient breath. “I can see he’s absolutely gorgeous. Those cheekbones… I’d like to paint him, but for goodness sake, Izzy. You kissed him.”

“All right. I get what you’re saying.” Daisy’s rapidly rising voice made her head ache. “But he’s not like that. And he might help find out who killed Natalie. I need to know.”

“So you’ll see him again? Even if he’s likely to kill you?”

“He’s not going to kill me. He saved my life and anyway, like I said, it might as well be him as Lukas Sindis.”

“And what do expect to get from him? That kiss wasn’t about your sister. Are you looking for a fling?”


“Vampires don’t do sex. Remember? Xenobiology level 1? They bite.”

About the Author:
Annalisa Carr lives in the English Lake District with her two cats. She writes in multiple genres, but has a weakness for paranormal romance and urban fantasy.

As a child Annalisa wanted to be a scientist, wear a white coat and explore outer space. She worked as a scientist for a very long time, but never got to fly a spaceship or even travel beyond the solar system. This was a huge disappointment given the reasons for her career choice, so eventually she made up stories instead. Probably just as well, as she is claustrophobic.

Exile in Darkness is set in the same world as the Children of Poseidon series; a slightly skewed version of London.

Annalisa also writes dystopian science fiction under the name ‘Anne Cleasby’.


Buy link for Exile in Darkness: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07P1JLVF7/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

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Friday, April 26, 2019

Racing Peril by January Bain

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Revenge. Greed. Murder. And an insatiable passion...

Silk O’Connor resolves to take justice into her own hands on the steps of an LA courthouse. The scumbag who killed her sister is holding a press conference, set free by a corrupt justice system bought off by his rich father. Inconceivable. There is no way she will just let him walk away.

Jake Marshall is a decorated war hero on leave, filling in for a friend at Sterling Security—and protecting the very man who used his car as a weapon and murdered Silk’s only family. The war has left him with PTSD, fighting to salvage his own sanity, and a sniper is the last thing he needs.

The two clash when Jake finds Silk preparing to mete out her own frontier-style brand of justice from the courthouse roof…and the adrenaline-fueled high-stakes world of sex trafficking it ensnares the pair in tests them to their absolute limit.

And when Silk enters this den of depravity, she knows only one thing for certain, she may never come out alive.

What others are saying about Racing Peril.

From the editor, Rebecca Fairfax: “I love the unique ‘Januaryness’ January Bain brings to her writing. It’s a blend of her immense imagination, her fully rounded characters, her well-researched stories, the fast pace she tells them at and it’s all wrapped up in her love for what she does and sprinkled right through with her Canadianism. You can’t go wrong with one of her books, whether it’s the fun, sexy romps of her Brass Ringers series or the high-octane blast of this romantic suspense series. Just read Racing Peril and you’ll be rushing for book two, Racing the Tide!”

Dear Reader,

January Bain is an extraordinary author who has great talent in capturing the story and creating memorable characters. Romantic suspense is not easy to write. You must create characters who are vibrant and electric, make sure neither the romance nor the suspense overshadow each other, and craft a story that keeps the reader on edge from beginning to end. January Bain has done just that with RACING PERIL. It is one of my personal favorites and I know it will be one of yours, too. Thank you, January, for writing such an excellent story. This is a real treat for readers. I hope there are more like this to follow. - Desiree Holt, USA Today and Amazon bestselling author

Read an Excerpt:

She renewed her struggle to release herself from his tight grip. He held on and she stared up at eyes protected by lenses too dark to see anything through. But what she could catch sight of around the sunglasses shocked her. Thick black hair cut military-style, a lantern jaw with a scruff of dark shadow, well defined cheekbones, and a black T-shirt stretched tight over broad shoulders tapering to a trim waistline. Tribal tattoos snaked down his golden forearms. His thighs felt powerful through the thick black fabric of his jeans. A big strong man. A warrior in his prime. And his body pressed hers to the hot roof.

“Let me up! This roof’s scorching my ass.” She wasn’t as embarrassed as the occasion would normally demand. He deserved her tears, stopping her from administering justice. She owed him nothing. Nothing.

“I need to search you for weapons first. Then, if you promise not to shoot me, I’ll let you up.” His low voice spilled into the air like musical notes from deep inside his broad chest. He was so close she could not help breathing in his musk, the fragrance of something undefinable tickling her senses. A distant memory of a similar wonderful fragrance buried somewhere in her past escaped, demanded attention. Sandalwood and citrus with undertones of musk.

“Yes. I promise I won’t shoot you, for heaven’s sake. Not unless you drove drunk and used your vehicle as a killing weapon—” She took as deep a breath as she could manage with the man pressing into her. He seemed to become aware of her discomfort, easing himself off a bit though not letting her go entirely. If he would only take off the damn sunglasses. His eyes might give the game away.

The seconds ticked by.

She swallowed hard.

New thoughts crept in. Strange thoughts. Adrenaline-infused thoughts that fired in her brain, forcing it from revenge mode to survival mode in an instant—or maybe it was lust mode, created by the nearness of death staring her right smack in the face. She still couldn’t be sure she’d leave the rooftop in one piece, but something told her this man would not harm her. At least not intentionally.

Perspiration broke out, the heat of his groin as he straddled her beginning to get her full attention. Her nipples tightened. She prayed it was not noticeable. Her thoughts disgusted her and excited her, all at the same time. Being held so tight, unable to do anything about it, was making her hot. Too hot. She renewed her struggles to push him off. God, I’m no Anastasia Steele, right?

“I’m going to search you now. Nothing personal. It’s standard procedure.”

About the Author:
I think I've wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. And I know where it all began! I was blessed by being read to by my mom every night at bedtime. :-) I love spending hundreds of hours researching the unusual and the mundane to create books that feature strong, kickass women, hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks, and wild adventures full of twists and turns.

You can find me hard at work every morning without fail in my office with a furry baby trying to prove she does a better job of guarding the universe than anyone.

I enjoy talking books, so please connect on Facebook!


Buy link:

Amason: https://www.amazon.com/Racing-Peril-Tetrad-Group-Book-ebook/dp/B07PBX6NB4/
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130790669?type=eBook

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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Shadow's Voice by Natalie Johanson

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I love to write. I jokingly say writing keeps me sane. I have so many stories, people, places, things swirling around in my head I need to get out and on paper. I love building the worlds I imagine or the people I create. Each person is a little part of me, or...at least who I wish I could be. That doesn’t always mean I can write. Or that what I’m writing is any good. Sometimes I want to write; I have the drive to put something on paper and craft a masterful story but I can’t think of a damn thing to say. I sit there and stare at the forsaken curser, blinking at me like it’s judging me for my inability to type anything.

Sometimes I’m writing something and I’m looking at it thinking I’m a damn genius. I’ll re read it days later and laughing at my hilarious dialogue. “Damn I’m good,” and I pat myself on my back. Then I remember the piles, well metaphorical piles since everything is electronic now, of rejection letters. And I’ll look at what I’m writing and think: “is it really that good? Or am I that delusional? What’s wrong? What am I doing wrong?”

Writing is hard. And it sucks. Having the thick skin to keep submitting your writing is even harder. You work so hard to get the stories from your head down onto the paper. You cry and bleed, (those paper cuts are brutal) you drink way too much caffeine and you pour your heart into your masterpiece. You send it off to the editor, which can be even more terrifying, waiting for the harsh mark of the red pen. You look at all the red marks and try not to take it personal. All the changes are needed. But all you see are the editor is telling you what you wrote before wasn’t good enough.

Yes, I know that’s not what they mean. But it’s hard not to feel like that for a minute. I mean…this is personal to me. I wrote this! This is my baby! I made this! I’ve created and nurtured this thing. Be nice to it. But you get past that. You gather your wounded pride back together and polish up your writing…you send your precious baby off again. And you’re met with rejection after rejection.

It’s really hard to find the courage to keep writing after that. The definition of crazy is doing the same thing and expecting a different result after all. Even now, years later, and my precious baby is in the hands of a publisher, I still feel like that sometimes. I was rejected for years. Over and over and over. I lost count of how many email responses of “not right for us but the market is subjective” I received. Or “it doesn’t fit our catalog right now but the market is subjective”. Or the worse one yet, “I wasn’t intrigued enough to want to request more”. Ouch man. That’s what every writing wants to hear. “Your writing bored me.” *Insert image of me clutching my chest*. Want me to twist that knife a little for you?

So, how do you keep going? How does anyone?

You say “fuck them” and keep going. That’s how. Maybe with a strong shot of tequila for good measure.

The market is huge. There are so many readers out there and every day someone new is picking up a book. There are millions of publishers. So, you keep tweaking that query letter. Keep changing up your pitch. The best thing I learned was to have someone read your work and describe your own book back to you. Sometimes they pick up on things you never noticed.

I used to pitch and describe my book as a fantasy adventure about a girl fighting to save her kingdom. Then my friend read my manuscript and I asked her to describe it to me. She told me my book was a coming of age story about a girl trying to find acceptance for herself and realize who she really is. I stared at her with an open mouth because yes, my book was that. I just hadn’t seen it. So, don’t let yourself fall into a stagnant pit and keep changing, altering, searching for that hook that works.

And send it to everyone you can think of. Prepare yourself for a lot of no’s. Don’t let that get under your skin. Now, I could say something inspiring about how JK Rowling was rejected tons of times but, let’s be real. JK Rowling I am not. But the sentiment remains. Rejection is going to hurt but remember, fuck them, and keep going.

Remind yourself why you write. I write so I can stay sane. So I can have book with my name on it sitting on my shelf. I want to be able to point at it and say, “I made dis”. I write so I can build the world that’s been in my head since I was 10, and read Green Rider, and was pissed the king didn’t end up with the heroine so, I decided I would write one where he does. Because fuck ‘em.

Sometimes writing really sucks. Then other times, it’s all I can think to do with myself.

Rose Trewin is on the run. Pursued by memories of her father, she runs from city to city, seeking normalcy. But Rose can’t escape her past, or the magic running through her veins, the magic that allows her to slip through the shadows unnoticed. The magic her father once used to mold her into a mercenary sent to destroy his enemies.

Now her magic is growing and changing, becoming something new and untamable. Rose is unable to rest. Wolves wrapped in fog follow her relentlessly along the countryside. Desperate, she uses her magic to escape, but the shadows are pushing her towards the center of a conspiracy.

Now, her country teeters on the brink of a civil war as a Lord Governor gathers power against the king. An enemy, with magic similar to her own, emerges in the chaos of political intrigue. Faced with a country at war and a king brought to his knees, Rose must accept who she is and harness her powers in order to save her country and herself.

Read an Excerpt:

Nico, back in that small clearing, was limping backward with his sword held defensively in front of him. A strange man paced back and forth in front of Nico, a sword held in one hand and a dagger in the other.

It is not my problem, she thought to herself and started to pull back, but stopped. When did she become this callous? She’d done terrible things in her past, more to stay hidden from her father but when did that make her soulless? She watched Nico struggle to stay on his feet. He had been kind to her, had tried to help her, and Rose had been about to leave him to his death. When had she become so cold?

Rose growled at herself and dropped into the mists of her shadows. She would not let herself become that person. Her head pounded, and Rose grit her teeth against the ache. It was a few quick steps through the darkness and Rose was back in the clearing with Nico and the mercenary. Rose stayed in the shadows, a shapeless form flowing in the darkness, looking and waiting.

Two were following Nico but only one was here. Where was the other?

“Where is it?”

Nico shook his head and adjusted the grip on his blade.

“The information you stole, where is it?” the man sneered. “I’m killing you either way, but if you could save me the time of hunting down any partners you have…”

The man raised his sword, and Rose saw her moment. She emerged from the shadows, saw stars as the pain in her head exploded, and kicked out hard with her foot. The clearing echoed with the man’s scream as her foot crashed into his knee.

About the Author:
Natalie Johanson grew up and lives in the valley of Salt Lake City surrounded by the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Her days are spent trying to herd her two cats, Holmes and Watson. Natalie’s summers are spent camping with her fiancée or doing obstacle races with her best friend. She usually spends her winters hiding from the snow. This is the first of what will hopefully become a trilogy, but sometimes the characters do what they want.

Website: http://www.nataliejohanson.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nataliejohansonauthor
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/natalietheauthor

Links to buy:

Publisher: https://widopublishing.com/product/shadows-voice-by-natalie-johanson-2/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/194796612X

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Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Vivi's Leading Man by Emily Mims

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Emily will be awarding two prizes each containing ebooks Mist and Smoke, the first two books in the Smoky Blues series, to randomly drawn winners via Rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The marriage was one of convenience. She had status and he had money. But... there was something there, and both of them felt it. After three years of him working long hours and her spending too much time at the Durango Street Theatre, Miguel Abonce and Vivienne Heiser called it quits. One year later, they are forced to work together to save or sell the theater. In the process they discover things they never knew about each other and they learn there's more between them than burning up the sheets. They might really love each other after all.

Read an Excerpt

He should pull away. Instead, tightened his hold while he plundered her sweetness. They clung together for long moments, their moans the only sound in his ears. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, dimly lit by the streetlights and a waxing moon in the night sky. “Well,” he murmured softly as he took in her swollen lips and her glazed expression. “Was it as good as it used to be?”

His question seemed to snap her out of her trance. “Yep. Best empty, meaningless kiss I’ve ever had.” Her words were biting, but her expression screamed sad. She pulled back and he let her go, even though every muscle in his body was dying to hold onto her.

She got into the Beamer and in typical Vivienne fashion pulled out of the parking lot a little too fast. He watched her go, his fingers pressed to his lips. It stung more than he cared to admit that she thought what he craved was empty and meaningless.

It had never felt that way to him.

About the Author:
The author of over thirty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between central Texas, eastern Tennessee, and Georgia visiting their kids and grandchildren. For relaxation Emily plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele for two different performing groups, and even sings a little. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman—if she’ll just let it.”

website: http://www.emilymims.com
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Emily-Mims/e/B00FQQ247K/ref=sr_tc_2_0

Buy link: http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/vivis-leading-man

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Friday, April 19, 2019

Mamma's Moon by Jerome Mark Antil

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Welcome to It's Raining Books. Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

I write in several genres. Mamma’s Moon is an adult drama and legal adventure. I am drawn to my story ideas by experiences that have happened to me. A life is threatened in chapter one. My life was threatened almost word for word as it was in that chapter.

What research is required?

I spend typically six months doing exhaustive research on places, people, times, events I am about to write about. I define my characters and match them to a ‘voice’ I know personally or on screen. Once I have all that I will begin to write. I will write 1,500 to 2,500 words a day, seven days a week.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

I learned that a man could rise from his deathbed and complete unfinished promises made to himself and to others. I saw it happen. It inspired my first book in this series, One More Last Dance.

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

I do. I can’t read any books while I write. I have a habit of picking up writing voices by reading the works of others. In one of my novels I had to write many pages as if they were written by Ernest Hemingway. I read three Hemingway books in one week – sat down and wrote the chapter long passage. When the reviews came in -they called the work, Hemingway.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

Ha! Good question. Do I assume correctly that ‘pantser’ means seat of the pants? I first decide what I want to write about. Second, I research every aspect of it for at least 6 months. Third I decide how it’s going to end. Fourth, I pick a point in time, a place on the map, and then I write a couple thousand words of crap every day that gets betterer and betterer as it gets cut down to maybe 6-700 words. In 8 or 9 weeks I’ll have reached the end I had in mind and have a novel.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

My coffee cup; toy 1941 car; eyedrops; eyeglass cleaner; a ship’s clock; a book cover of a book I never finished; a picture of General Dwight David Eisenhower, General George S. Patton and General Omar Bradley standing in rubble in Berlin in 1944.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

TALL JERRY - Legend One of the Delphi Falls Trilogy. An adventure that takes place in 1953 – in the long shadows of WWII. Based on things that happened in my youth. It will be out on Thanksgiving Day 2019. The balance will follow. Looking at another Peckerwood Finch adventure. We’ll see.

Do you have a question for our readers?

If you like an author’s book, do you read all their books or just the ones in the same genre you liked?

A bond that can only happen on a dance floor happened in a cafe off Frenchman Street among four unlikely characters: a man who was about to die; his friend, an illiterate Cajun French yardman; and two of the most successful women in New Orleans.

Aging Captain Gabriel Jordan, retired, was given two months to live, three months before he met "Peck"--Boudreau Clemont Finch--a groundskeeper on the back lawn of his hospice on Bayou Carencro, Louisiana. It was at the hospice that Gabe told Peck his dream of seeing the Newport Jazz Festival before he died. They became friends, and Peck offered to help grant his wish by taking him there.

And they began their journey.

It quickly became a journey with complications and setbacks. They saved each other many times, but they were in turn saved by two extraordinary women: Sasha (Michelle Lissette), a real estate agent in New Orleans's posh Garden District, and her best friend, Lily Cup (Lily Cup Lorelei Tarleton), a criminal attorney.

Less than a year before the events in Mamma's Moon, Gabe and Peck wandered into Charlie's Blue Note, a small jazz bar in a side alley just off Frenchman Street, where the music was live and mellow and the dancing warm and sensual.

Here they encountered Sasha and Lily Cup, and amid the music, the dancing, the food, the flirting, and the cigar smoke, the four formed an unusual and lasting friendship that would see them each through a series of crises, disappointments, life-threatening situations, and moments of great joy and satisfaction.

Read an Excerpt:

“That girl loves New Orleans. It’s a completely different world for her from the strict Baptist home life in Tennessee and Baylor University. But hell, the girl would love Milwaukee if Peck were there. Her mom and dad love Peck. I’m not certain Millie’s had a good look at the house the few times she’s come on her school breaks. She hits the door, pauses just long enough to hug ole Gabe here a genuine hello and a kiss on the cheek, then she’ll grab Peck’s arm like it’s an empty egg basket handle, close his bedroom door behind them and climb his bones until he comes out peaked, steps on the porch for some air and goes back in for another round.”

“Whoa, now that takes me back,” Lily Cup said. “I can remember those wild younger days of reckless abandon.”

She sipped her coffee, smiling.

“Innocent times,” Gabe said.

“They weren’t so innocent,” Lily Cup said.


“I remember after school sometimes; Sasha and I’d be feeling randy and we’d corner us a couple of momma’s boys we thought showed promise. We’d sneak into one of those back storage rooms on Magazine Street and wear them out.” “Lord help ’em,” Gabe said. “Impetuous youth.”

“We had perfect lures. Sasha was the first in our grade to wear a D cup bra,” Lily Cup said.

“Her girls,” Gabe said.

“They were magnets for high school bad boys dying for a peek,” Lily Cup said. “The bigger her girls, the ‘badder’ the boys.”

“Youth,” Gabe said.

“We developed our fancies,” Lily Cup said. “Hers was arousing a dude and putting his condom on him. She’d ride it like a sailor on a rowboat—the boy gawking up at her girls in her Victoria Secret bra she saved her allowance for. She’d never take it off. She’d say a boy appreciates a cleavage—why spoil the fantasy?”

“And you?”

“Let’s just say I developed a liking for the feel of a firm cigar.”

“Ha!” Gabe guffawed. “Is that why you smoke those short Panatelas?”

“Over the years I’ve learned to keep my expectations low.”

“Youth is uncouth,” Gabe said. “At least you’re sophisticated and couth now, little lady.”

“Too couth. I like to get mussed up on occasion.”

“You’re an attractive woman. It’ll happen.”

“She’s talking about the wedding reception maybe being at Charlie’s Blue Note,” Lily Cup said.

“If that’s true, I’m surprised James hasn’t put up a scuff,” Gabe said. “A jazz joint in an alley off Frenchmen Street isn’t what I’d call his cup of tea.”

“I think the house would be best for the engagement party, fixed up a little. I’ll help,” Lily Cup said.

“It would be more personal here,” Gabe said.

“I think so,” Lily Cup said. “This is like home to her.”

“I’ll have Peck paint the porch ceiling,” Gabe said.

Lily Cup stood, coffee cup in hand. She walked to the door looking out at the porch’s ceiling.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m changing the sky–blue to another color, maybe a white.”

“It looks freshly painted.”

“It’s a tradition thing,” Gabe said.

“What tradition?”

“A lady at the library told me a sky–blue ceiling on a front porch signals an available woman–of–age living in the house.”

“That’s phooey,” Lily Cup said. “I heard that one and three others like it. Like sky–blue wards off spiders and attracts bees away from people sitting on porch swings. I wouldn’t bother painting it.”

“I’m a Chicago boy—what would I know from superstitions?”

About the Author:
JEROME MARK ANTIL writes in several genres. He has been called a “greatest generation’s Mark Twain,” a “write what you know Ernest Hemingway,” and “a sensitive Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.” It’s been said his work reads like a Norman Rockwell painting. Among his writing accomplishments, several titles in his The Pompey Hollow Book Club historical fiction series about growing up in the shadows of WWII have been honored. An ‘Authors and Writers’ Book of the Year Award and ‘Writer of the Year’ at Syracuse University for The Pompey Hollow Book Club novel; Hemingway, Three Angels, and Me, won SILVER in the UK as second-best novel.

Foreword’s Book of the Year Finalist for The Book of Charlie – historical fiction and The Long Stem is in the Lobby – nonfiction humor. Library Journal selected Hemingway, Three Angels and Me for best reads during Black History Month.

Before picking up the pen, Antil spent his professional career writing and marketing for the business world. In this role, he lectured at universities - Cornell, St. Edward’s, and Southern Methodist. His inspirations have been John Steinbeck, Mark Twain, and Ernest Hemingway.

Website: http://jeromemarkantil.com/blog/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012149166797
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jerome-Mark-Antil/e/B0046C4AOK

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Happy Birthday, Toni Cox

It’s my Birthday!

Although it is tradition for the birthday girl to receive the gifts, I have decided to turn things on its head this year by giving all you fantasy fanatics a gift of my own.

All three books of my trilogy will be marked down to $ 0.99 from 19 – 25 April 2019.

If it’s epic fantasy you’re after, you’ve come to the right place. Elves? Dragons? Battles? Magic? A touch of romance? It has it all.

The trilogy:
Maia returns home from a stay of absence to complete her final test to become an Elemental, only to find her world in chaos. Suddenly faced with responsibilities she thinks she is not ready for, a love she does not reciprocate, and a threat to her people that might kill them all, she may be forced to become what she was born to be – a Prime.

An army more terrible than the nation of Grildor has ever had to face has invaded the lands and is killing the Elves by the thousands. Lord Longshadow invokes the Rule of Kings and gathers the forces of Greater Grildor to their aid.

Maia, aided by her dragon Midnight and the mysterious Death Elemental, seek help of their own. All the while, Maia and Blaid must come to terms with their opposing powers and the disaster it could spell for their entire world.

The race is on to save the planet of Elveron from the invading forces. Will they be in time to stop their total annihilation?

About the Author:

Born in Germany in 1976, Toni Cox moved to South Africa in 1991. Although she has spent much of her working career in the timber wholesale business, she is also an accomplished horse rider, has a diploma in project management, photography, and nutrition, and has a passion for books and all things fantasy.

From a young age, her dream had always been to put her imagination into words - give the stories life. When she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in 2013, she decided life is too short not to follow her dream. So, with the support of her husband and three children, she began writing book 1 of the Elemental Trilogy in January 2015.

Toni Cox writes Epic Fantasy, Young Adult Fantasy, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Dystopian Fantasy, and Dark Fantasy. She is a firm believer in dragons.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Single Girl's Guide to Conquering LA by Carla Roxanne

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Los Angeles can be a tough place for a single girl, especially for those who come on their own from other cities or small towns, with no family or friends living in the state of California, let alone Los Angeles. Many young girls have stars in their eyes when they land in LA, hoping to make it big in acting, modeling, or music. Unfortunately, a large number of them fade into oblivion without anyone ever even knowing who they are because they lack guidance, assistance, funding, and most importantly, knowledge. Well, if you're a single girl and you have your sights set on living in the 'City of the Angels,' there are a few things you will need to know before you make the move. Whether you come to LA to become a star, or if you simply want to enjoy living in a place with great weather year-round, a beautiful coastline, and some of the best-looking, fittest people in the world, this guide book will help you navigate your way through La-La Land. It will help you avoid some of the pitfalls that many people before you have fallen prey to, and if you play your cards right, before you know it, you will be living a lifestyle which will make your family and friends green with envy.

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The Who: In LA, almost everyone has a roommate. With the high cost of living in the city, it makes perfect sense to split the cost with someone else so you can afford to do something other than simply pay rent every month. A good roommate can be an asset, but it’s not always easy to find one. Living with a woman can be challenging, as women can be catty and jealous, and you don’t need that kind of drama in your life. Having a man live with you can be very beneficial. Men are a lot easier to get along with. They’re not hormonal like females, so not too many things bother them, and they generally have good attitudes. They’re also more prone to go out and about, so they will more than likely be gone frequently. If you find one who has a work schedule that is the opposite of yours, or who works all the time, you’ve got it made. Besides, there’s nothing like having a man around to fix things for you and to do some of the things you don’t want to do, such as taking out the trash. With housing being so expensive, having a roommate will give you disposable income, which will allow you to build a little nest egg for a rainy day.

About the Author: Carla Roxanne is a Senior Executive Assistant for one of the top insurance companies in the nation. She has spent many years in administration supporting and organizing some of the highest-ranking executives in Los Angeles. In her spare time, she writes poetry and short stories.

Blessed with the gift of the gab, she has the innate ability to draw people to her through her stories.

The Single Girl's Guide to Conquering LA is Carla's freshman project. Visit her website for details of her next book.

Born in White Plains, New York, Carla currently resides in Los Angeles, California.


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