Friday, September 28, 2012

The Writer's View: The Cerberus Rebellion


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Joshua will be awarding .mobi copies of his short stories (details available at www.gunpowderfantasy.com/products) to one commenter at every stop. Grand Prize for one random commentor: The Chesian Wars collection (all published 3 short stories and an additional prelude short story exclusive to the collection). Click on the banner to see the other stops on this tour.

The View Inside my Space


So this is my “office space” so to say. I do most of my writing in my living room. I've got an 18 month old son that I keep my eye on most days so I do my work where I can do that.

It's pretty straight forward; one bookshelf holds all of my books. Currently it's filled with quite a few David Weber books, the A Song of Ice and Fire series and various writing books. The other bookshelf holds my wife's books including the Sookie Stackhouse series, the Millenium Trilogy and the Hunger Games books.

Most days I sit on the couch with my laptop, typing away, making sure my mischievous son isn't tearing things apart, and watching one of his DVDs: Pocoyo, Elmo, the Wiggles or Thomas the Tank Engine.

I have another space, downstairs, that's more of an office, but until my son is older I won't be able to use it.

The benefits of this space are that I'm able to stay involved with my son while still getting work done. He's getting to the point where he is able to generally communicate what he wants, so when he needs something he makes sure I know.

That's also the downfall of the space: so many distractions. Between getting up to get my son things that he needs and the TV, I can find it hard to focus sometimes. Lately, that's been re-watching the 2004 Battlestar Galactica series from the beginning.

About the Author:
Joshua Johnson is the author of "Gunpowder Fantasy" The Cerberus Rebellion (due to release in early July) and the creator of the Griffins & Gunpowder universe. When he isn't working or spending time with his family, he writes novels, short stories and novellas.

He currently lives in Northern Illinois with his wife and young son.

Website: www.gunpowderfantasy.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/authorjkjohnson



One hundred years of peace and prosperity. War changes everything.

On the world of Zaria, Elves, magic and mythical beasts coexist beside rifles and railroads. The futures of two nations hang in the balance as rebels and revolutionaries trade gunfire with loyalists and tyrants.

Eadric Garrard was raised to believe that as the rightful King of Ansgar, his loyal nobles and fearful subjects answered to his every whim, no matter the cost or consequence. His decision to send his troops thousands of miles away will test that fear, and loyalty.

Raedan Clyve was ordinary until an Elven ritual involving a griffin’s heart turned him into something more. Twenty years later, he still struggles with the magics that rage through his body. His mentor holds him back from his full potential and he faces pressure to find a suitable wife and father an heir.

Hadrian Clyve has picked up where his father left off and works to expand his family’s influence amongst the Ansgari nobility. His aggressive negotiation of alliances and shrewd choice of marriage agreements has earned him respect, and resentment. When his King calls his troops to arms, Hadrian has other things in mind.

After a century of scheming and decades of preparation, Magnus Jarmann is ready to bring his family’s plans to fruition by launching a war of independence that will free his people and return his country to its rightful place among the nations of Zaria. The King’s call to arms creates an opportunity that Magnus cannot afford to miss.

In a war, little is held back; in a revolution, nothing is safe.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR: THE SOUL WITHIN by Nancy Adams


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Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

Check out this excerpt:


“I need your help, Evening.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You can’t stay here. Please go.”

“I need you to put me back in my body.”

“No. I can’t.” She glanced towards the door, praying Noelle was slow in coming down this morning.

“I was told otherwise.”

“Whoever said that is wrong,” she cried. “I can’t help you.”

One minute he looked mildly annoyed and the next his face was a mask of rage. He stalked towards her, his blue eyes glowing as if beams of light were behind them.

Startled, Eve staggered back but the damn counter blocked her. He stopped just before her and lowered his face so they were nose to nose. “If you can do it for six year old Jimmy Chen and for Debbie Wilcox and for Emily Spencer, you can do it for me.”

How did he know all of this? With her eyes wide, she moved her way along the counter, desperate to get away. “They…” Condensation floated between her parted lips as she spoke, thanks to the sudden drop in temperature. “They were…different.” The surrounding cool air caused goose bumps to prickle her skin.

He closed the small gap and loomed over her. “Stop moving.”

Closing her eyes, Eve prepared herself, tensing her muscles, waiting for whatever might happen next.

There was an unnatural silence until she heard him curse, then breathe out in a long frustrated sigh. “Open your eyes.” Eve did as he asked and stared at him. “Different how?”

“You’ve been shot.” She didn't see her breath this time when she spoke.

“Yes.” Alex agreed. It wasn’t like he could hide it. “How is that different from the others?”

About the Author:
Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop. Beside her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over-sized lap dogs.

Email address: Fancy-nancy@hotmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/NancyAdams.scribblingseduction

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

THE WRITER'S VIEW: Christy McKee


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Christy will be awarding a digital copy of Maybe Too Good To Be True to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop and a $30 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the banner above to see the other stops on the tour.

The View Outside My Window


Today the view outside my window is green and lush from the recent rain, which is a good thing since my husband is averse to watering. We live in a rural subdivision and our back yard is wide and deep. Right out my window there are two nice size trees we planted two years ago but it will be at least a few decades until they can offer us respectable shade on a hot July day. The Fourth of July is one of our favorite backyard holidays. Our subdivision sits up very high giving us a birdseye view of fireworks displays across three counties. We’ve counted as many as fifteen in one night.

If you look to the left, there’s a small horse farm. We love to watch the horses frolicking and enjoying the sunshine as much as we do. In the winter, they are especially frisky when they run in the pasture kicking their hind legs behind them. There’s a dapple grey mare, a couple of chestnuts and a delicate black beauty. I wish they were closer so I could give them a carrot or two just to thank them for keeping us entertained.

Our backyard rolls up a slight hill, then gives way to a neatly manicured green for the 15th hole, surrounded by four sand traps. We do not play golf or belong to the country club; we just happen to like the country. For the most part, the golfers are a harmless lot, but occasionally over step the boundaries—literally—into our backyard.

There is a white “boundary” stake at the place where our property gives way to the golf course. If a golfer hits a ball out of bounds—into our yard—they are not supposed to retrieve it. We have two big Labs, Lambeau and Gracie. We are not allowed to build fences so we had an underground fence installed. After thorough training, our dogs have not broken through in seven years. Since both dogs have grown up with golfers zipping past our house, they barely pay them any attention, but when the golfers stray into our yard, the dogs bark until they leave.

A few weeks ago, I was outside my window, when a golfer started to walk onto our property. I gestured—quite nicely—for him not to come into our yard. He was waving his arms at me, then pointing to Lambeau, our yellow Lab, who stood barking in front of him. Beyond ear shot, I called Lambeau to come inside. A quick look at the golfer indicated he was still upset about something. Not my problem. When I brought Lambeau inside, he looked like he’d contracted the mumps. Then with a small thud, he dropped the man’s golf ball on my bare foot. Now I knew what the man had been flapping his arms about. I took the golf ball to the garage and dropped into a bucket of balls retrieved by my retriever.

When cooler temperatures set in, the golfers give way to joggers and dog walkers using the cart path. When the snow comes, it is fun to watch children sledding down the hills. I can hear their laughter and it makes me remember sledding in my childhood. Of course there are also cross country skiers wending their way around the golf course. It looks like work to me. I think I’d rather wad myself up on a sled and race down the hill.

The Canadian geese are something new in my view. There are several places on the golf course, with small ponds and lagoons, where the geese congregate. A few days ago they ventured towards my yard for the first time. Lambeau admirably rose to the occasion and joyfully barked his head off until the very last goose had been sent on its way. I am an animal lover and think the geese are beautiful, but the “mess” they leave behind—not so much!

There you have it. From my window I can see beauty every day. I can enjoy the four seasons, celebrate the Fourth of July without leaving home, watch sporting events, observe wildlife, and handle crowd control of our burgeoning goose population.

About the Author:
My addiction to reading emerged when I was ten and down with measles. My mother, trying to keep me entertained, brought home a stack of Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew books. Within days, I’d consumed them all and asked for more. That’s when it truly began−the pleasure of reading which would eventually lead to my writing.

I can’t pin point precisely when I knew I was different from everyone else−at least from my tight group of hometown friends. Didn’t everyone have movies playing in their heads starring beautiful characters leading adventurous lives in exotic places? NO—they did not. Did that mean they were normal and I was the odd, slightly wacky duck? My answer to that conundrum came when I attended my first writer’s conference in Savannah. Nervous about being on my own at the crowded event, a kindly writer from Texas took me under her wing and introduced me to at least a dozen writers. Surrounded by so many writers who were so like me, I fit right in. I wasn’t an “odd” duck after all; I’d simply been in the wrong pond!

As a result of that conference, my desire and conviction to write blossomed. Still working a full time job at a Louisiana cancer center, I carved out time to write every night and on weekends. My first manuscript went through four incarnations, and a year under the bed, before success came knocking.

Today my family and our two Labs—Lambeau, the Green Bay Packers unofficial mascot and Gracie, who is just plain, sweet Amazing Grace—live in a picturesque little town in Ohio wrapped around a lovely town square with an intricately carved gazebo where weekly band concerts take place all summer long.

http://www.christymckee.com
http://christymckeewriter.blogspot
http://twitter.com/ChristyMcKee



Gabrielle March is summoned to an oceanfront estate in Massachusetts by the matriarch of Atlantic-Hastings International where she is presented with a hefty block of shares as amends for a crime committed against her family. The stock—worth several million dollars—can give her the means to make her dream come true if only she can muster the courage to break free from her past and believe in her unique creative talent.

Pierce Hastings, son of Gabrielle’s benefactress, grudgingly agrees to take her under his wing and acclimate her to Atlantic-Hastings. Never one to mix business with pleasure, Pierce stuns himself when he ignores his own self imposed rule. Gabrielle’s complete lack of artifice, unvarnished honesty and quirky sense of humor are intoxicating to him―and he’s rapidly becoming addicted. He’s blindsided when Gabrielle confesses that, in spite of her growing feelings for him, she will never fit into his world of power and privilege and has no desire to try.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

VBT: TO CATCH A BAD GUY by Marie Astor


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Click on the banner to see the other tours on the stop. Marie will be giving away five prizes of custom made jewelry to randomly drawn commenters during the tour (Continental US only):
Prize 1: Agate and labradorite necklace with sterling silver accents
Prize 2: Smoky Quartz sterling silver plated necklace
Prize 3: Multi-quartz sterling silver plated necklace
Prize 4: Gray quartz, carnelian and onyx sterling silver plated necklace
Prize 5: Aventurine necklace with sterling silver plated accents




Janet Maple is convinced that her life could not get any worse: her stellar career at the DA’s office ended with a lay off and her boyfriend of five years told her that he wants to be just friends. When she lands a job at one of New York’s premier boutique investment firms, Janet begins to hope that her luck is finally turning for the better. Not only is she happy with her new paycheck, but things also seem to be looking up on the personal front, as the company’s handsome attorney expresses keen interest in Janet. However, her euphoria is short-lived, as Janet soon discovers alarming facts about her new employer’s business tactics. When her boss dismisses her suspicions as groundless, Janet finds herself confiding to a cute IT engineer, Dean Snider. The closer she gets to Dean, the more Janet is tempted to break her rule of not dating co-workers, but what she doesn’t realize is that everything she knows about Dean, including his occupation and even his name, is a lie.

Dennis Walker is a top-notch white collar crime investigator who will stop at nothing to put culprits away. When an opportunity for an undercover assignment at one of New York’s premier boutique broker dealers comes up, Dennis jumps at the chance, adopting a persona of geeky IT engineer, Dean Snider. While he may be an ace at his job, years of experience fail him when Dennis meets Janet Maple and finds himself torn between his professional obligations and his personal desires. Will he have to choose between his feelings and duty, or will he find a way to satisfy both?

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“Janie! Come in, come in!” Lisa rose from behind her long mahogany desk and opened her arms in an offer of a hug.

“Hi, Lisa.” Janet stooped for an air kiss from Lisa. At five seven and one hundred and thirty pounds, Janet was no giant. Fine, maybe she was not dainty, but her weight was smack in the middle of the healthy category for her height. But at five two and ninety five pounds, Lisa made everyone tower over her – a trait that Janet was convinced Lisa secretly relished.

“Sit, sit.” Lisa waved her hand at the leather chair opposite her desk. “I’m so excited that we’ll be working together – it’s going to be just like old times.”

“I’m really glad to be here, Lisa, and thank you again for giving me the job.”

“That’s what friends are for, right? To help each other out when you’re down in the dumps,” Lisa answered her own question. So, how was your orientation?”

When Janet started her employment at the DA’s office, there had been a rigorous four-week orientation to initiate her and fellow law school recruits into the intricacies of the Assistant District Attorney job responsibilities. But here, at the Bostoff Securities, the orientation only resembled the process by its title – the entire affair had taken scarcely thirty minutes, as Janet was shoved into a tiny room for her photo id picture and given a thick binder with the company forms to sign. Janet supposed she was an experienced attorney now, and it was time she started acting like one around Lisa.

“It went well; I got all this paperwork to complete.” Janet raised the thick folder she’d been given at the orientation.

“Don’t worry about that; it’s just your generic HR stuff. What time is it now?” Lisa fumbled with her Cartier watch. “Perfect timing; we’re going to lunch. But first, let me show you to your office.”

Lisa slid from behind her desk. As usual, she looked spectacular: her navy pinstriped suit seemed to have been made for her miniature body (and it probably had been), her four-inch Louboutin stilettos elongated her slender legs, and her pixie cut emphasized the perfect features of her face. She looked like a corporate version of Winona Ryder.

About the Author:Marie Astor is the author of contemporary romance novels Lucky Charm, On the Rim of Love, This Tangled Thing Called Love, romantic suspense novel, To Catch a Bad Guy, and a short story collection,A Dress in a Window.

If you would like to find out more about Marie’s books, please visit Marie at her website: www.MarieEastor.com.
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Marie-Astor/e/B004EBDX9Q/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marieastorcollection
Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4665230.Marie_Astor

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Writer's View: K.J. Dahlen


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I have an office but don’t use it. I can’t stand to be locked away from my family when I write. I tried to use the office, I really did, but I felt separated from the kids and grandkids, television and I felt so alone. I found I need the noise and chaos around me to concentrate on my story. My office has become little more than a storage room now. Too bad my husband won’t let me move the file cabinets, desk and printer out in the living room. I’d be totally happy then.

So I have a tray table set up in the living room with my laptop and my coffee within arm’s reach. I can tune out the noise and distractions better if I can hear them. Weird but true. My husband hates the files and notes I have all over my end of the sofa but that’s where I need them to be. From my chair I can go anywhere in this world or the next I chose to go.

I love to write suspense with a twist. From my chair I can dream big dreams and go places I never dreamed of going. There are times when I have to leave my chair and I hate when that happens but being a wife and mother and grandmother it does happen. There is clutter and chaos in my corner of the world but that’s the way I love it. There is a method to my madness. I get so wrapped up in my WIP I tend to forget I have a real life. My husband is there to remind me I have a life outside the books I write and I love him dearly for that, most of the time…

Blood Memories and many more books came to be in that corner and I hope many more will be born there. Blood Memories is one of the many books I got the idea for while I was writing another book. I worked out the outline then put it away for a while. So far I have 20 books under contract and I’m working on several more. I have about 10 that only need a little more work to be done and I have about three dozen books outlined.

My corner of the world may not seem like much to anyone else but I love it.

About the Author:
Kim lives in a small town (population495) in Wisconsin. From her deck she can see the Mississippi River on one side and the bluffs, where eagles live and nest on the other side. She lives with her husband Dave and dog Sammy. Her two children are grown and she has two grandchildren. She loves to watch people and that has helped her with her writing. She loves to create characters and put them in a troubling situation then sit back and let them do all the work. Her characters surprise even her at times. At some point in the book they take on a life of their own and the twists and turns become the story. Of all the stories she could write she found she liked mystery/thrillers the best. She likes to keep her readers guessing until the very end of the book.

Find Kim online at

Email: kjdahlen1@yahoo.com
Web site: KJDahlen
I am on facebook and twitter as kjdahlen
My blog is on facebook at K.J.’s blog


When an accident turns out to be not an accident but murder Savannah must solve a double murder that happened over twenty years ago to find the truth. She was the only witness to her parent’s murder and now their killer is after her. She puts her trust into a man her aunt has known and all these years but evidence soon points to him being involved with the man she thinks killed her parents. Will she prove him innocent or fall prey to his intent? Her life and over two million dollars in diamonds is at stake.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

VBT: FIELD OF DREAMS by J.D. Gordon


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While baseball is the game of the day for Andy Biggs, an evil force lurks beneath the old Maryknoll Stadium. A ghostly witch doctor is turning teens into zombies to help summon the demon Jumlin into humanity. It’s up to Andy and his band of paranormal sidekicks to save the world and thwart the witch doctor and even Jumlin himself!

About the Author:Firefighter and paramedic-turned-author Jimmy (J.D.) Gordon was born and raised in Chicago where he developed a taste for the finer things that the Windy City has to offer - pan pizza, live blues and the Cubs. Jimmy dropped into the world of literature, literally. After falling off a train and breaking his knee Jimmy had to spend quite a bit of time recuperating. While visiting the firehouse his peers asked what he planned to with all that time away. This when Jimmy said the words that he now claims to have changed his life. "I should write a book."

Despite some skepticism from his peers ("You don't even use punctuation on your run reports!"), he completed a novel, Island Bound, and made it a point to use punctuation throughout.

Another injury, sustained on the job, ended his career in the fire service. Aside from writing Gordon spends his Spring and Summer as an umpire for high school and youth baseball. He now lives with his wife and children in Glen Ellyn IL, a suburb of Chicago.

Find Jimmy online at

www.jimmywrites.com
http://www.facebook.com/jimmy.radzinskijdgordon?ref=tn_tnmn
http://www.newleafbooks.net/
http://www.amazon.com/Field-Screams-J-D-Gordon/dp/1930076142/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1341550396&sr=1-4&keywords=field+of+screams

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

BOOK REVIEW: EXCUSE ME, MY BRAINS HAVE STEPPED OUT by Pandora Poikilos


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift certificate to one randomly drawn commenter at the end of the tour.



Anya Michaels is having the time of her life. She has the man of her dreams by her side. She has graduated at the top of her class. She has the job others were lining up for. Between late night drinks at her favourite bar and fancy dinners at the most expensive restaurants, she has a string of adoring friends. Everything changes when she hears the dreaded words, "You are sick."

Being diagnosed with a rare neurological disorder, her world starts to fall apart, one piece at a time. Now dumped, her four year relationship is nothing but a memory filled with pictures, thoughts and a very broken heart. Her job becomes an even further challenge as she tries to hide her condition. Her friends suddenly have more important things to do, what is a party without a party girl? Perfect could not crumble any faster.

Soon, caught between situations, people and pieces of life that she never dreamed of planning for herself, Anya begins to wonder if her brain condition is all that bad. As she absorbs the changes in her life and realization sets in, she begins to wonder if she is the only one saying: Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out.

(20% of royalties will be donated to the National Organisation of Rare Disorders)

This book is not quite what I expected based on the book cover and blurb. Instead of a linear story of Anya and the life she leads before and after her diagnosis, Anya's thoughts come to us in a series of letters to her absent father. It's not made clear until the end what has happened to her father. Nor is it clear what the sequence of events was. The individual chapter-essays are interesting and the messages in them are good; as a novel, however, it lacked cohesiveness.

Anya's letters talk about different facets of her life--the betrayal of friends, sexual abuse as a child, destruction of a relationship--but the tone of the book is not depressing or completely dark. There are even elements of humor in it.

This was not an easy book to read--in many ways, it's a disturbing book. It can be read straight through, or the chapters can be read at random. What it can't be is read lightly.

International best-selling author, Pandora Poikilos has been writing for more than 10 years for various media which include newspapers, radio, television and various websites.

Find Pandora online at

Twitter http://twitter.com/#!/PandoraPoikilos
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/peacefrompieces
Blog http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
Website http://moonstarluxury.com/

Monday, September 17, 2012

BOOK REVIEW LAKEBRIDGE: SUMMER by Natasha Troop


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Vermont, picturesque and lovely, attracts visitors from across the country in search for the perfect picture, the perfect fall foliage or perhaps a taste of maple syrup. Stansbury is best known for the odd covered bridge that spans Stansbury Lake and goes nowhere, connecting no roads and serving no known purpose. The locals call it the Lakebridge. Very few know of its mysterious origins and fewer care to know more. Those visiting the town perhaps take a few snapshots and leave, their curiosity quelled by an uneasy feeling that they shouldn’t think on it anymore.

The tourists will eventually leave Stansbury, but its residents strangely linger, seemingly held captive by a force they barely recognize. They also do not think about the town’s mysterious artifact much except in passing, all but Gil, his father, Ben, and a few others. They know of the bridge’s dark history and understand that it is responsible for every horror that ever befell the people of Stansbury: the people who fear the bridge but will not speak of it. The bridge makes people do things – bad things – so that it can continue to love and care for them all.

Some have tried to destroy the bridge, but as long as the bridge is fed with the lives of the innocents of Stansbury it will go on – loving the people of Stansbury.

Lakebridge: Spring is the first of a four book cycle revolving around Stansbury and the Lakebridge.
Don't start reading Lakebridge: Spring with the idea that you will be reading a book full of light and love. Yes, there is love--much love between the residents of the town--but there is also darkness in the form of a covered bridge that spans a lake and that has no roads connected to it.

The book is not linear in design, nor is there a clear protagonist. Every "chapter" or episode is told from the POV of one of the characters--including a moose. There's even an episode in first person POV. Oddly enough--it works.

The book could have used some editing as there were some typos that took me out of the story here and there, but even so there is something compelling about the bridge and the story.

I don't want to give away any spoilers, but if you are the reader who wants a HEA in her reading, this is not the book for you. However, if you are a reader who doesn't mind a walk on the dark side--you might want to give Lakebridge:Spring a try.

I'm waiting for Lakebridge:Summer to come out to see what happens to the residents of Stansbury next.

Natasha grew up in Southern California and received her Bachelor’s degree from UCLA in Comparative Literature. She also holds Masters Degrees in both Secondary Education and Creative Writing. Natasha currently lives in the Phoenix area with her spouse, son, daughter and menagerie of pets, including a Basset named Moose and a very overprotective collie dog. Aside from writing, she spends her days teaching high school students to love theatre.

Find Natasha online at
www.lakebridgecycle.com
http://stansburyvt.blogspot.com/
Twitter: @lakebridgecycle
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Lakebridge-Cycle/197939536908880
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lakebridge-Spring-1-Natasha-Troop/dp/1461122503/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1304040910&sr=8-1
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Friday, September 14, 2012

Book Review: Demon Hunt by Christine Ashworth


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Tribred Gregor Caine decided long ago to deny his blood legacy, so he isn’t thrilled when paired with a full-blooded Fae to hunt the demons threatening to decimate Los Angeles. As they fight side by side, he finds she calls to both his Fae and his demon blood; a call he can’t resist.

Warrior Fae Serra Willows crossed into the Human Plane to help destroy the demons released from the Chaos Plane. Finding and shutting down the portal between worlds is more challenging than she expected...and Gregor and his world more seductive than she had ever imagined.

As the killings escalate, Gregor and Serra realize one of the most deadly demons from the Chaos Plane has marked Serra as his own. To save her, Gregor has to face his greatest fear—losing his humanity to the darkness in his blood. But in a race against time, that darkness could become his greatest strength. And he will kill to claim Serra’s love.


This is the second book of the Caine Brothers series. It works as a standalone, but to more fully enjoy, understand, and experience the richness of the world Christine Ashworth has created, I recommend reading the books in order. I've not yet read the first one (but it is most definitely on my TBR list now), and found myself a time or two puzzled by reactions that I feel would have been expected had I known better the world and the "rules" for her inhabitants of it.

Which brings me to the best part of the books--the characters. They are richly drawn, not only the main characters of Serra and Gregor, but also the secondary characters. All become real to the reader; all have their story to tell. And, the reader wants to know each story.

With so many paranormal books, authors have to work at finding something to make their nonhumans different--and Christine Ashworth excels at adding her own touch to the fae and demon-spawn, without resorting to sparkling vampires. Her additions to the canon of what they are like ring true; they aren't thrown in just to make them different from others.

In Demon Hunt there is more emphasis on the romance and relationship of the characters--(after all, it is a paranormal romance not urban fiction), but Christine Ashworth has definitely won herself a spot on my TBR list!

About the Author:
Christine Ashworth is a native of Southern California. The daughter of a writer and a psych major, she fell asleep to the sound of her father's Royal manual typewriter for years. In a very real way, being a writer is in her blood-her father sold his first novel before he turned forty; her brother sold his first book before he turned twenty-five.

At the tender age of seventeen, Christine fell in love with a man she met while dancing in a ballet company. She married the brilliant actor/dancer/painter/music man, and they now have two tall sons who are as scintillating as their parents, keeping the dinner conversation lively.

Christine's two dogs rule the outside, defending her vegetable garden from the squirrels, while a polydactyl rescue cat holds court inside the house. Everything else is in a state of flux.

You can find Christine here:

Website and Blog: http://christine-ashworth.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/CCAshworth
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/ChristineAshworthAuthor
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4768755.Christine_Ashworth
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Christine-Ashworth/e/B004WXK66O/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1338666193&sr=1-1

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Blurb Tour: Rafael by K. Victoria Chase



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The last time Detective Genie Green let a man humiliate her was her college sweetheart—never again. Yet, when former high school lothario Rafael Santiago returns to town as the consulting detective on her case, Genie’s rule of never allowing another man to best her is challenged. Can she trust him long enough to solve this case and get the glory?

Rafa can’t seem to outrun his delinquent past. When The Snakes, a criminal organization he used to belong to, begin murdering people from his hometown, he has a chance to right some of his past wrongs. Will arresting the murderers be enough to redeem him, or will a certain beautiful detective pay the ultimate price instead?

A Christian interracial romantic suspense.

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“Wow. You know, you have a real talent with women.”

Rafa gave her a sideways glance but didn’t answer. She saw the corners of his mouth fight an upward pull.

“I bet they have you working all the female subject interviews.” Genie tugged hard on the door handle.

“You don’t have to be jealous Genie,” came his smooth reply.

“Jealous? Ha! Why would I be jealous of her? Over you?” She got in and slammed the door closed.

Rafa slid effortlessly into the seat, calmly closed the door, and jerked his seatbelt on when the car surged forward. Genie nearly forgot to brief the surveillance team, and she whipped the vehicle around and pulled alongside the other car. She rolled down her window. “Let’s give it another day fellas. I’ll let the Lieutenant know and if there is any change to the plan, then we’ll give you a call. Until then, your relief will come as scheduled.” They nodded in affirmation, and Genie drove away.

“Watch your speed,” Rafa teased.

“My speed? What about your speed?”

My speed?” His voice feigned innocence to her insinuation.

“In another minute Ms. Flores Cera would have forgone the call and invited you in. I’m sure she could whip up some fajitas and rice in no time.”

Rafa roared with laughter. “Do you hear yourself? Fajitas and rice? Who knew Ms. Church could toss around stereotypes.”

Genie blinked. Did she truly say that? Shame swept through her. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “That was unkind. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I do.”

Genie heard the smile in his voice. She wasn’t jealous.

She. Wasn’t. Jealous.

Jealousy was an emotion for the weak...for a girl who couldn’t keep her man interested in her. Sure, plenty of women fell all over Jeff. He was classically handsome, a jock, and destined to follow in his parent’s footsteps and be a doctor or a high-powered attorney. Genie’s parents were middle-class, not poor, but not rich. She was considered pretty but not the stunner that should have been on Jeff’s arm. But Jeff chose her. She had no reason to be jealous, but she was. Those women who fell all over Jeff? He fell all over them, too. Wherever smoke rose, fire always followed. Always.

“Wait a minute. Ms. Church? What is that?” Her anger suddenly rekindled.

“Oh, just what we used to call you in school.”

Who used to call me?”

“Me and some of the other boys,” he said casually, as if it were a time long past.

He had noticed her! I must have looked cute. Plaid skirts and flowered blouses came to mind. And her hair...always in a braid. I did not look cute.“That’s not very original,” she muttered. But it was news to her, and it stung.

“Well, weren’t you president of the Chastity Club?”

“Chess Club!” Genie flushed hot. “And the Bible Club.”

His triumphant laugh enveloped her. “Close enough.”

Genie resisted the urge to stare at him, knowing if she did she wouldn’t be able to stop glaring and then they would run off the road. Instead, she silently counted to ten. Then she counted to ten again. She heard Rafa chuckle softly. Genie gripped the steering wheel. I can’t believe I even considered him a changed man. I even felt guilty! Her prejudgments were correct.

From childhood, bestselling author K. Victoria Chase enjoyed writing stories and plays and reading Christian romance. She received degrees in Criminal Justice and Diplomacy and worked as a federal law enforcement officer for several years before deciding to try her hand at writing a complete novel. Serial Games (Virginia Justice Book One) is the third completed work and the first published by Desert Breeze Publishing. Book two of the series, Marked by the Mob, will be released in November 2012. She has recently signed with Astraea Press for the first in her Santiago Brothers series, the Amazon bestselling Rafael. Until she can make writing a full-time venture, K. Victoria Chase continues to work in the field of counterterrorism, identifying potential terrorists that threaten the United States and the world. She currently resides in Leesburg, VA and writes both clean and Christian interracial romance.

Website: http://www.kvictoriachase.com
Blog: http://www.kvictoriachase.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KVictoriaChase
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/K-Victoria-Chase-Author/221185567951125
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5762404.K_Victoria_Chase

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

BOOK REVIEW: THE CERBERUS REBELLION



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Joshua will be awarding .mobi copies of his short stories (details available at www.gunpowderfantasy.com/products) to one commenter at every stop. Grand Prize for one random commenter: The Chesian Wars collection (all published 3 short stories and an additional prelude short story exclusive to the collection).



One hundred years of peace and prosperity. War changes everything.

On the world of Zaria, Elves, magic and mythical beasts coexist beside rifles and railroads. The futures of two nations hang in the balance as rebels and revolutionaries trade gunfire with loyalists and tyrants.

Eadric Garrard was raised to believe that as the rightful King of Ansgar, his loyal nobles and fearful subjects answered to his every whim, no matter the cost or consequence. His decision to send his troops thousands of miles away will test that fear, and loyalty.

Raedan Clyve was ordinary until an Elven ritual involving a griffin’s heart turned him into something more. Twenty years later, he still struggles with the magics that rage through his body. His mentor holds him back from his full potential and he faces pressure to find a suitable wife and father an heir.

Hadrian Clyve has picked up where his father left off and works to expand his family’s influence amongst the Ansgari nobility. His aggressive negotiation of alliances and shrewd choice of marriage agreements has earned him respect, and resentment. When his King calls his troops to arms, Hadrian has other things in mind.

After a century of scheming and decades of preparation, Magnus Jarmann is ready to bring his family’s plans to fruition by launching a war of independence that will free his people and return his country to its rightful place among the nations of Zaria. The King’s call to arms creates an opportunity that Magnus cannot afford to miss.

In a war, little is held back; in a revolution, nothing is safe.


The Cerberus Rebellion is a very ambitious work. In tone and scope, it reminds me of David Eddings. There are many characters and, at times, I found I needed to go back and reread a section to make sure who I was reading about.

The author is very detailed in some areas--such as telling the reader what everyone was wearing--yet not detailed enough in others. The storyline itself was interesting; however, the book would have been better had it been better edited. The descriptions of clothing slowed down the action and did not add anything to the storyline itself.

This is a part of a series, so the abrupt ending was not a surprise--the reader should be aware, however, that not all issues in the story are resolved.

The author has obviously spent a lot of time on the world building for this work and I am looking forward to reading more of the adventures that take place here.

About the Author:
Joshua Johnson is the author of "Gunpowder Fantasy" The Cerberus Rebellion and the creator of the Griffins & Gunpowder universe. When he isn't working or spending time with his family, he writes novels, short stories and novellas.

He currently lives in Northern Illinois with his wife and young son.

Website: www.GunpowderFantasy.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/authorjkjohnson

Monday, September 10, 2012

The Writer's View: Michelle Garren Flye



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My Nest
By
Michelle Garren Flye


I recently made the decision to return to my writing space. My real writing space, that is. I’m a mom and over the summer I found that I actually got way more writing done if I stayed downstairs where the action was.

(Who am I kidding? It’s not just the summer. Whenever my kids are home, I get more writing done if I’m downstairs to referee and stay on top of things—sometimes literally.)

But with the beginning of the school year, I decided I needed to have dedicated writing time in the mornings when my kids are gone and the best place to do that would be in my “nest”. I call it a “nest” instead of an “office” because, although it has my desk in it, it has no walls on two sides. It’s really a glorified landing outside the master bedroom, but it has the advantage of overlooking the kitchen to the right and the front door to the left. I’ve filled this space with the things that inspire me: prayer beads made from lotus seeds; my favorite (and most comprehensive) book of poetry; bookshelves made from cabinets discarded from my alma mater, UNC-Chapel Hill; (ahem) toys, specifically Jack Sparrow and Batman; my grandmother’s rocking chair; and a dessicated rose from my fifteenth wedding anniversary—to name a few. On the wall behind my rolltop desk are my favorite personal paintings. One by a friend, one I’ve had since childhood that was painted for me by my best friend’s mother, another by my brother-in-law.

My favorite thing about my nest is the view. If I turn to my left, I can see the creek that runs outside my house. Gorgeous trees (cypress and live oak, I think), draped with thick Spanish moss, overhang the dock and you can just glimpse the forest on the other side of the creek from my seat. I love looking at the water because it’s always changing. Sometimes it’s glassy and still, sometimes full of ripples, and during hurricanes I have seen that three to six feet of water become downright turbulent. Today it looks like silky glass, reflecting a distorted blue sky.

I am glad to be back in my little nest. I believe my best work comes from what I love and up here, I am surrounded by love, family and a perfect view of beauty to inspire me.

About the Author:
Michelle Garren Flye is a mother, writer and editor based in coastal North Carolina. She obtained her degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in 1992. Not liking the hours required of a journalist, she went on to obtain a Master’s in Library and Information Science from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro in 1997. When her first child was born in 2000, she packed her diplomas away and began a new life as a stay-at-home mom, which fortunately afforded her the opportunity to pursue her writing on a semi-regular basis.

Michelle has served in various capacities for several online and print literary endeavors, including Dark Recesses, edifice WRECKED, Horror Library, Butcher Shop Quartet, and Tattered Souls.

Michelle is the author of three romance novels, Where the Heart Lies (Carina Press 2012), Winter Solstice (Lyrical Press 2011) and Secrets of the Lotus (Lyrical Press 2010). Michelle also self-published a fiction book titled Weeds and Flowers for the Kindle in December 2011.

Find Michelle online at

Blog: BREATHE: http://michellegflye.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Garren-Flye/132688623422175
Twitter: @michellegflye



All widowed Alicia Galloway has left of her war-hero husband are the flag that draped his coffin and his final wishes: to move to his hometown, take over the family bookstore and enjoy a simple, quiet life with their two small children. When she arrives, her husband’s best friend makes that new life anything but simple. How can she be so drawn to Liam Addison?

Liam only intended to help Alicia get settled. But one unexpected kiss awakens his long-held forbidden feelings. Soon, the town busybodies swoop in to warn Alicia away from him. Because no matter the man he’s become, he’ll never live down his reputation as town troublemaker and wolfish womanizer.

No one wants the war hero’s sweet widow and the supposedly former bad boy together. But the more everyone tries to keep them apart, the closer he and Alicia get. And the more determined Liam is to prove he’s a changed man. Will it be enough to convince Alicia to let a new love in her life?

Sunday, September 09, 2012

The Writer's View: C.C. Humphreys

I always hoped that I would have a little hut for writing - a converted toolshed at the bottom of an overgrown English garden, cold in the winter, too hot in the summer, but still a place I could pull the door shut upon me and call my own. When we moved back to Vancouver from London in 2006 I got a basement, not a bad compromise. Not the ideal though. (It was low roofed and I am tall and kept hitting my head).

Then we farm sat for a friend on Salt Spring Island, British Columbia. We fell in love with the island and I uttered the fateful phrase: well, we could just look at one place. We talked to the realtor for five minutes and she said, ‘Oh, I think I have the place for you.’ The house was lovely, big and open plan and set in a forest. Then she showed us the hut.

A cedar octagon, it had been built by an artist for an artist. Huge picture frame windows gave onto a forest of Douglas Firs and maples. There was stained glass in little windows, copper flashing at the top of the walls, beams across the ceiling, rough hewn cupboards. All cedar, with an iron stove to one side, and a little door beside the big one for the passing in of logs.

It was love at first sight.

My wife calls it my boy cave. I have placed or hung textiles I’ve collected from around the world – a Berber carpet, a Peruvian rug, a Sumatran prayer shawl, a Javanese batique sarong I used to sleep under in South East Asia. Weapons are scattered about, swords and knives and the Biblical slingshot I am quite talented with. After 30 years in a toolbox in storage, my collection of 25mm Napoleonic soldiers, hand painted by the fanatical 14 year old I was, are finally drawn up on a ledge, ready for Waterloo. I got the man who created the interior to return and build me a large bookshelf in keeping with the hut. It now holds one of each of my novels – to remind me on dark days that I have done it before and probably will again –plus all the research for my current projects. Spaced among the books are other touchstones from my life – an extraordinary clam shell I snorkelled up in Southern Spain when I was nineteen. A pencil drawing of a favourite writing place – a 250 year old quarryman’s cottage in Shropshire, UK. A photo of a beach in Koh Samui where I spent an epic Christmas in 1989. (I partied like it was ten years later!) Against another wall is my Gohonzon, my Buddhist altar, for my daily chanting.

I first saw the hut crammed with the previous owner’s stuff. When we took possession it was empty – and huge! I thought I might have to hide in a corner to approximate the feeling of the garret. Then I slapped myself… and my desk went right into the centre of the octagonal room, where all the power of the shape is focused.

It is a wonderful space for thinking and creating. My new commute is 20 paces, with a big mug of coffee in hand. There is no internet connection, thank god. No phone line. A deer will pass and pose in a window frame. My cat, Dickon, will visit for a while sit for a bit, never stay to bug me.

Many writers hate me, which is fine. I’m in my hut so I can’t hear them moan.

About the Author:
Chris (C.C.) Humphreys is an actor, playwright, fight choreographer, and novelist. He has acted all over the world and appeared on stages ranging from London’s West End to Hollywood’s Twentieth Century Fox. As C.C. Humphreys, Chris has written six historical fiction novels. The first, The French Executioner, told the tale of the man who killed Anne Boleyn and was runner up for the CWA Steel Dagger for Thrillers 2002. Its sequel, Blood Ties, was a bestseller in Canada. Having played Jack Absolute, he stole the character and has written three books on this “007 of the 1770s”—Jack Absolute, The Blooding of Jack Absolute, and Absolute Honour—short listed for the 2007 Evergreen Prize by the Ontario Library Association. He is also the author of Vlad: The Last Confession(Sourcebooks, 2011). For more information, visit www.cchumphreys.com.



You know how the siege of Constantinople ends. It’s written in the history books.

But what was the human toll? What are the stories of the people involved? How did they experience this epic battle that tore apart cultures, religions, and families?

That is what you will discover in author C.C. Humphreys’ new novel A Place Called Armageddon: Constantinople 1453 (ISBN 9781402272493; SEPTEMBER 2012; $25.99; Fiction; Hardcover).

The year is 1453. The city of Constantinople is at the center of a clash of civilizations. For the Greeks, it’s their home that has withstood attacks for centuries behind mighty walls. For the Turks, it’s the prize they have spent centuries trying to win.

Humphreys features a wide cast of characters from both sides of the rampart in A Place Called Armageddon. At the center are Gregoras and Theon. Twin brothers from Constantinople. One an exiled mercenary who has vowed never to return. The other a rising diplomatic star hiding a secret of betrayal. A woman who has captured one’s heart, but is married to the other as a trophy. Two brothers fighting for glory and redemption.

A Place Called Armageddon also imagines what the battle meant for two real-life historical figures—Emperor Constantine and Mehmet, sultan of the Turks. Both men fighting for the gods they believe in. Both sides tasting victory and defeat before the final showdown. Among those fighting is engineer John Grant, a Scotsman brought to Constantinople to recover the formula for Greek fire, and Achmed, a Turkish farmer lured into service by the promise of the spoils of war. Lurking in the shadows is Leilah, a sorceress who plays a dangerous game with both sides.

From sword fights with pirates to explosions in tunnels and towers, secret rendezvous in the enemy camp, and the religious and moral dilemmas of war, Humphreys once again uses his dramatic flair and meticulous research to weave fiction into fact.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Overheard at the Library



We had some children playing with a new toy in the library (a tic-tac-toe game played with bean bags)--about 4 children, ages about 4-6. They eventually started tossing the bean bags at each other instead of at the game. When they were asked to stop, one of the boys said, "Why? We're just playing whack-a-girl. It's fun."

Needless to say, the girl involved was giving back just as much as she was getting... but the game was still called "over." LOL

By the way... we're looking for other games that would work well in the library--- play is so important to success in early literacy programs. Any ideas? I've thought of a Fisher-Price playhouse and we've started a LEGO club... I'm up for suggestions of what YOUR library does.

GUEST BLOG: LARRY BUCHANON and KAREN GANS


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Pros and Cons of Collaboration and Quirks in Writing


Returning from one of his geological explorations, my husband announced that he had discovered a gigantic silver deposit in the Altiplano of Bolivia, but there was one problem. An indigenous village was sitting right on top of the deposit and would have to be moved in order to build a mine.

The Gift of El Tio grew out of an argument between my husband and me. Like the entire country, we were polarized. I, the liberal, declared it immoral to destroy a culture in order to build a mine; my husband, the conservative, retorted that it was immoral not to give an impoverished community a chance to escape poverty by providing jobs. I was the one who demanded that if the town were to be moved, my husband and I would have to live in the community and document the outcome. Fortunately, my husband agreed and we are still happily married – and both changed through our experiences in Bolivia.

Having such different viewpoints, it was natural to structure our book in alternating chapters – my voice, then my husband’s. Readers tell us they enjoy hearing each of us “speak.”

As we spent time with the villagers, our individual interests led us to documenting different aspects of our experience. Interestingly enough, Larry became involved with the cosmology of the villagers: their creation myths, gods and goblins, and rituals. As a natural storyteller, he was captivated by legends and prophesies told to us as we huddled around the fire, imagining a thousand pair of eyes staring at us from the black mouths of caves and crevices. The children captured my attention. I recount playing bingo, singing the Hokey Pokey, and attempting to teach English in a school with dirt floors, barren adobe walls and no books. Both of us kept our focus on the impact of the changes on the villagers when their town was destroyed and they moved to a “modern” one.

As for writing skills, Larry is visual, a painter, and he paints the scenes in his writing. His style is descriptive and poetic. He’s imaginative and humorous, and can describe an incident with color. I am sensitive to how the world feels physically and emotionally, so my writing captures what it’s like to live at 14,000 feet above sea level in dry desert, and how I felt watching children die before they reach five years. I am also more adept at structure so I was able to incorporate Larry’s unusual tales and work on plot, giving our story form. It reads like a suspenseful novel.

It was fortunate that we had different writing gifts so that collaborating was not too difficult. However, there was a time or two when my husband revised some of my writing without my permission, and I was almost ready to let him tell the whole story – almost!

Larry - I confess I felt some of Karen's earlier writing needed some "enhancements," but after a few nights on the couch I realized I should have first asked her permission to make changes. As the years went by, her writing grew to be superb, and I eagerly sought her advice. We would rent a cabin overlooking the Pacific coast and spend many romantic days writing together. We have 31 chapters in The Gift of El Tio and thus had 31 mini-honeymoons! Who says writing must be solitary?

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About the Authors:
Larry Buchanan earned his PhD in Economic Geology in 1979 and taught university-level geology for several years, but his love of the field led him to gold and silver prospecting in Asia, Africa, and the Americas. In 2006, he won the coveted Thayer Lindsley Award for the San Cristobal silver discovery. Dr. Buchanan has published a dozen scientific works and is a sought-after speaker at international conferences and college campuses.

Karen Gans earned her Master s degree in Early Childhood Development and has thirty-five years of experience as an educator, counselor, and consultant. She taught English in the Quechua village while the couple lived in Bolivia. Ms. Gans and her husband have four children and two grandchildren and reside in Ashland, Oregon.

The Gift of El Tio's web site: http://thegiftofeltio.com/
The Gift of El Tio's blog: http://thegiftofeltio.com/authors-blog/



Larry, a world-renowned geologist, discovers an enormous deposit of silver beneath a remote Quechua village in Bolivia and unwittingly fulfills a 400-year-old prophecy that promised a life of wealth for the villagers. Karen, a specialist in child development, is deeply disturbed by the prospect of displacing the people in order to open a mine. She challenges Larry to leave the comforts of home and move to the village in order to bear witness to the massive change his discovery will spark. Thus begins the couple's life-changing, ten-year journey into the Quechua community, their evolution from outsiders to trusted friends. Then part two of the ancient prophecy is disclosed to them, and they are shocked by the truth of its predictions: alienation, despair, even cannibalism.

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

BBBT: Good Things Come in Tall Packages


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Dr. Joe Connors and socialite lawyer Lucy Alcott come from two different worlds, two very different cultures. But will those differences keep them apart when their attraction is too strong to be denied?

When socialite Savannah attorney Lucy Alcott entered the Hyatt looking for fun, martinis, and hot sex, the last thing she expected to find was Dr. Joe Connors. Joe is Lucy's opposite in every way: he’s dark, she’s pale; he’s tall and reserved, she's tiny and vivacious; he wears his compassion and deep spirituality on his sleeve, she wears designer bags and clothes. That night at the Hyatt Lucy found herself not in the arms of a casual encounter but reaching out to a man who challenged the walls she had built around her heart—and when he gave her his number, Lucy knew Joe deserved a woman as warm and tender as he was. So she threw his number away. When an unexpected meeting six months later brings them together again, will Joe overcome Lucy’s fear of losing her heart, or are their two very different worlds destined to keep them apart forever?

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The doors whooshed open, and Joe swept his arm out in front of him, indicating Lucy should precede him into the elevator. She inclined her head to acknowledge his chivalry. Inside the elevator, the quiet assaulted her senses. She leaned against the shiny walnut wall, and a sigh of relief escaped her lungs.

“And the world is still,” Joe murmured. “Let me remove your shoes.”

Lucy lifted her left foot, and Joe knelt before her and took off the pump. She shrunk five inches before raising her other foot, so Joe could squeeze it from the rich, red leather.

“Ah,” she whispered in relief, “that feels a lot better.”

He stayed bent on his knee as if he were about to propose and rubbed the ball of first one tired foot and then the other. Lucy wasn’t wearing stockings, and the firm massaging motion he applied to her foot felt like a little bit of heaven. If she believed in such a place.

Struck by the juxtaposition of her white foot in his black hands, enamored by the lightness of his palms as they stroked the pink soles of her feet, she noted together they created a rainbow—a cascade of color, vibrant and beautiful to her eye.

“Thank you, Joe. You’re hired.”

He laughed in his low, bass voice, and the combination of his masterful administrations on her feet and the melody of his jazzy chuckle, proved to be a potent formula. A quiver ran through her body.

About the Author:
I grew up sneak-reading all my mom's steamy romance novels. She kept them high on a shelf in her closet and warned, "You better not read those..." Of course, I read them. And now I write them! I strive to take readers on a fun, emotionally charged, and highly sensual ride to happily ever after. Available now: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BAUBLE (Soul Mate Publishing 2011), ONE WET SUMMER (Musa Publishing 2012), and GOOD THINGS COME IN TALL PACKAGES (Musa Publishing 2012). Next up: LADY IN DEED, my debut novel in historical romance set in Tudor England (Musa Publishing Winter 2012).

I am a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and a community college English professor. I live in the Finger Lakes region of New York with my sexy hero and our teenage son. Our grown daughter lives in Los Angeles, California--my hometown.

Thanks for learning a little about me. You can contact me at ann@annmontclair.com. Find me online at

Web site: http://www.annmontclair.com
Blog: http://annmontclair.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AnnMontclairFanPage
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/AnnMontclair
Buy link: http://www.musapublishing.com/