Monday, September 30, 2013

Virtual Book Tour Stop: Gold Manor Ghost House by Merry Brown

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Anna thought life was going to be awesome. She was right…and wrong.

Won her dream job acting in a hit TV series. Check.

Working with her best friend. Check.

The set’s haunted and she’s in the middle of a supernatural war. Uh, check?

Anna Rose Ellington is sixteen and living in Hollywood, hoping to be a star. Anna just landed a major role on Ghost House, TeenTV’s new fall drama. A show promising to be so hot, Meg Sweet (the reigning teenage diva), signed on for the lead, and Adam Lewis (international rock sensation) is a principal player.

Her dreams are falling into place until she gets on set and begins questioning her sanity. It’s true she has an unusual dream life, where once in a while her dreams literally come true. But it’s been a while. On top of her dreams not staying put in her brain, including the guy she’d been dreaming of for years, the house they’re filming in, Gold Manor, might actually be haunted. But that’s the least of her worries.

Enjoy the following excerpt:


As a special treat on this, my 11th birthday, Aunt Melinda invited me for a sleepover. The promise of pizza, painting toe nails, and having the attention of my favorite person in the world, all to myself, was the perfect way to celebrate.

I remember sitting on the dusty rose laminate countertop of her kitchen as she kneaded the dough. She listened as I told her about school and the drama of the playground. I remember her strange reaction as I recounted a vivid dream I had about a boy with an English accent, dark curly hair, and jade eyes.

Her hands dripping with tomato sauce and chest covered in flour, she hugged me, holding on tightly. I was trying to figure out why she was acting so strangely when a heavy knock on the front door broke the moment.

I remember the look in her eyes as she made me promise to stay out of sight in the kitchen, no matter what I heard or what happened. She made me promise, yet again, to never tell the secret she made me keep. She knew I didn’t understand what the big deal was, but I promised.

“Swear, on my life,” her voice too urgent.


That was the last word she ever heard me say.

I heard the door open from my hiding place under the sink.

I heard her gasp in surprise.

I heard a shot and her fall to the ground screaming, and a rough, low voice say, “Check.”

I heard her cries turn to gurgling.

Fear ruling my brain, I had to see what was going on. Creeping out, yet remaining hidden, I looked.

I saw her on the floor, bleeding.

I saw a tall, broad man standing over her, smiling.

I saw this man bend down, rip out, and eat her heart.

I saw Aunt Melinda standing in the doorway as pale as a ghost… and on the floor, dead.

About the Author:
Born and raised in Bakersfield, California, Merry Brown now lives in the northwest corner of Tennessee with her husband, three boys, and Daisy the cat. She teaches philosophy at the University of Tennessee, Martin, where she counts it a great privilege and joy to introduce students to perennial questions about the nature of the universe, meaning, morality, and the human condition. Merry Brown's love of philosophy and young adult paranormal and dystopian literature inspired her to write THE KNOWERS, the first book in the Exiled Trilogy. GOLD MANOR GOLD HOUSE is her latest YA paranormal romance book.

Her contact info:
twitter: @merryebrown
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Friday, September 27, 2013

The Wolf's Torment by Stephanie Burkhart-- Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Stephanie will be awarding a Coffee and Chocolate Basket (a coffee mug with the cover on it, magnets, a $10.00 GC to Starbucks, Andes Chocolates, and a book bag) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

It's 1865 in Moldavia, a country nestled against the shores of the Black Sea, and Crown Prince Mihai Sigmaringen returns after receiving an education in England. His best friend, Viktor Bacau joins him. Mihai is intent on modernizing his nation, but he's also a witch, and it's time he embraces his heritage. The tasks in front of him are many including getting married. 

Lady Theresa von Kracken arrives in Constanta as Mihai's intended. Mihai has vowed not to fall in love again, but Theresa manages to break the battlements around his heart.

In an unfortunate twist of fate, Viktor is bitten by a werewolf. Viktor's transformation threatens everyone around him including his wife's safety and Mihai's happiness with Theresa. Viktor's bite is the wolf's torment.

Enjoy this excerpt:

"Introducing Austrian Duke, Georg von Kracken, and his daughters, Ladies Theresa and Beatrice."

All the eyes in the ballroom turned on Theresa. The weight of the silence fell onto her shoulders. Why did it feel like she had an itch on her nose that under no circumstances she should scratch right now, though she was tempted.

Her father placed his hand in the small of her back and escorted her right up to the Moldavian royal family. King Stelian stood in the middle, Princess Sonia was on his left, and Prince Mihai was to his right.

She lightly nipped at her lower lip with her teeth. Her dream had done Prince Mihai no justice. He stood straight and tall, his stance emphasizing the force of his thighs and the slimness of his hips. His body was beautifully proportioned with dark, smoldering green eyes framing his handsome face. What firm lips he had. She tried hard not to stare at him, but his good looks had totally captured her attention.

Her father tapped her lightly against her back. Damn. She had to curtsey. Lowering her eyes, she did just that.

Beatrice curtsied as well.

"King Stelian, Crown Prince Mihai, Princess Sonia, may I introduce you to my daughters, Theresa and Beatrice."

Theresa's gaze swept over Mihai. His red, rich lips curved into a smile and he took her hand, placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles. A pleasant wave of heat slid up her arm and she took a quick breath to steady herself.

"Lady Theresa, you are more beautiful in person than in a dream." Mihai's wonderfully deep voice warmed her to her toes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

About the author:
Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD. She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire. She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California, her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children's books published with 4RV Publishing.


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Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Goats of Santo Domingo by Robert McEvilla -- Spotlight and Giveaway

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Whenever John Romero was asked if he was wounded in Vietnam, he always got a confused look when he replied that his eye was lost in Santo Domingo.

A former baseball player with just six weeks left to serve in the army, John's plans for making a comeback are interrupted when his unit is deployed to the Dominican Republic, and he finds himself in a combat situation. While dodging bullets, he meets a beautiful Dominican woman, the aloof, Ramona. She inflames the private passions of the paratroopers that view her from their command post. Romero plots a course to win her affections, but the political intrigue and the carnage in the streets of Santo Domingo conspire to thwart his every move, forcing him to make a drastic decision.

Enjoy an excerpt:

A coil of concertina wire stretched down the middle of the street between the sandbags Romero stood behind and her turquoise house. Behind him was a schoolhouse that his unit had occupied since their arrival. The old structure reminded Romero of the Alamo.

“Keep your eye on that house,” Rosen had said to him. “You’ll see her if you get posted at the sandbags; she comes out every morning around nine and reads a book for half an hour—a real beauty queen.” Romero had heard the other men in his squad talking about her. They referred to her as Miss Santo Domingo, the Princess, or the Dominican Damsel.

The door opened on the brightly painted stucco house. She wore a short white skirt, the hem well above the knee. The lawn chair she held was unfolded with a nobility of motion, the way a virtuoso opens his violin case. She sat down, crossed her shapely legs, and opened a book before setting it daintily on her lap. For a confused moment, Romero was convinced she was Carla. He stepped out from behind the sandbags and was a few strides off the curb before the coiled barbs stopped him. The closer view made him see that it wasn’t Carla after all. She was somebody else—a stranger—both mysterious and recognizable. She was perhaps Miss Swanson, his fourth grade teacher to whom he had written his first love letter and hid it in his school bag. There was a bit of Anna about her, too, the little girl who’d lived across the street from him when he was twelve. She was someone who had once held him tight, but not close enough—someone who had left and gone away.

A real Spanish Contessa, he thought.

About the Author:
Robert McEvilla is a retired stationary engineer who lives in a log cabin in the backwoods of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. His short stories have been published in various literary magazines. This is his first novel which is based on his experiences in the Dominican Republic.

Buy the book at Wild Child Publishing and catch up with the author on his website.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Special Offers by M.L. Ryan--Spotlight and Giveaway

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Meet Hailey - possessed by an otherworldly being who was trapped in her Kindle.

Hailey Parrish was quick-witted, irreverent, and hadn’t had a date in three years. She only wanted an eBook reader because her collection of paperbacks threatened to take over her small living space. Little did she know that the "special offers" that prompted the purchase included much more than a reduced price in exchange for a few ads. The device came pre-loaded with the essence of Sebastian Kess, an erudite womanizer with magical abilities from a parallel dimension. When she inadvertently releases him and he inhabits her body, she finally has a man inside her, just not in the way she imagined. And soon her predicament introduces her to yet another supernatural, the handsome could-be-the-man-of-her-dreams Alex Sunderland. Can Alex and Hailey find a way to return Sebastian to his own body, stay one step ahead of the criminals who want to keep him where he is, and not lose their sense of humor?
Special Offers, the first book of the Coursodon Dimension Series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, a bit of science fiction and a healthy dose of quirky humor.

Enjoy the excerpt:

While I waited for my turn in the bathroom, the song “She Drives Me Crazy” by the Fine Young Cannibals rang out from my cell phone. I had programmed that ring tone to identify only one caller and I thought long and hard about ignoring it before I finally sucked it up and answered with as cheerful a tone as I could muster.

“Hi Mom.”

“Hailey? Is that you?”

I rolled my eyes. But instead of asking her who else she thought would be answering my phone, I curbed the sarcasm and simply confirmed my identity.

“Oh, hello dear. I hadn’t spoken to you in a while and I just wanted to check in to make sure you’re alright.”

It had been about two weeks since our last call, but contrary to my mother’s assessment, that seemed like not nearly enough elapsed time between calls to me.

“I’m good. What’s new with you?”

“You would not believe what I’ve been through this week,” she began. “I’ve had plumbers here three times and they still haven’t been able to fix the water pressure problems. And of course, they want to charge me whether they make the repairs or not. I’m sure they’re godless heathens, a true believer would never try to swindle someone.”

“I thought you only employ repairmen off of,” I muttered idly.

“I do, but if I was a faithless huckster who wanted to cheat the righteous, that’s just where I would place an advertisement.”

There she goes, I thought with resignation. Thirty seconds into the conversation, and she’s already spouting anti-Christian conspiracy theories.

“Mom, I seriously doubt they are colluding against you. They are probably just bad plumbers.” It was never a good idea for me to engage in this kind of repartee with my mother, so I decided to try and change the subject. “How’s Dad?”

“Oh, same as usual. He squanders most of the day tinkering with his projects in the garage.”

About the Author:
M.L. Ryan is a profes¬sional woman – not that she gave up her amateur status, but rather that she is over-educated with a job in which she spends a lot of time writing dry, science non-Fiction. In an effort to strengthen the less logical side of her brain, she decided to write some of the many stories rolling around in her head. She lives in Tucson, AZ with her husband, son, four cats, two dogs and an adopted Desert Tortoise.
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Monday, September 23, 2013

Fire on Ice by Dakota Madison

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Dakota will be awarding a backlist eBook to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour, and a grand prize of a print copy of After Alex Died (US ONLY) to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

He’s Fire on Ice and she’s afraid to get burned again…

After Taylor Thompson’s heart was completely shattered by her high school’s most popular jock, she vowed never to date another athlete. She keeps that promise through her first three years of college. But after a chance meeting with a star hockey player, the charming and irresistible Kian Kavanagh, Taylor’s carefully constructed walls are in serious danger of being burned down by Mr. Fire on Ice.

Read an excerpt:

Runt stamped out his cigarette and glared at me.

“You really want to go into this place?” he muttered, already half drunk.

At only 5-feet 7-inches, Runt was the smallest recruit on our team. But what he lacked in size, he made up for in speed on the ice.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “This place is for all the rich kids over at the U. Why don’t we head over to O’Sullivan’s instead? Sheree said she’d be there after work.”

Sheree was a dancer that Runt liked to hook up with. She worked at a strip club on the other side of town.

“I’m sure she’ll have a few friends with her,” he offered.

I shook my head. I was tired of the whole scene. Easy girls with daddy issues were just too easy sometimes. Where was the challenge? The thrill of the chase? Those girls would be on their backs the minute I got into their apartments. And there were always plenty of puck bunnies around—fan girls we could count on for a good time.

“Can we just go in and have a drink?” I suggested. “One drink isn’t gonna kill you.”

Runt exhaled loudly. He loved to give me exaggerated teen-age girl sighs just to get under my skin, especially when he didn’t get his way. Runt and I had known each other for years. We kicked around the same neighborhood growing up and when I started playing hockey, I dragged him along with me. I was tough, the player that no one ever messed with, but Runt was fast and could handle the puck. Sometimes his talent was the only thing that saved him from getting his teeth knocked out because he could be kind of a jerk.

“If we’re going to go in, let’s do it,” Runt insisted. “And quit standing out here like idiots.”

Everywhere we went in town, people knew we played for the Firestorm. We were like celebrities in a town where not much else happened on Saturday nights but hockey. We never had to wait in line or pay to get into even the hottest clubs in town and we always had the pick of the crowd when it came to getting laid at the end of the night. I hadn’t learned very much in my first 21 years on earth but two things I did know about were women and hockey. I had plenty of experience in both arenas. And I knew most girls fell over themselves to date hockey players, even smart college girls.

Just as I expected, heads turned and eyes followed us as we entered the already crowded club. The Twisted Kilt was known for being one of the most popular places for kids from the U to hang out, probably because they were extremely lax with their carding policy, which could be summed up in two words: looks legit. As long as you looked even close to 21, you were in. I had a feeling the owner must have known some high rankers in city government or paid off the right people, maybe both. The place never got shut down despite the fact that probably half the people in there at any given time were underage.

Runt ordered us the usual: two pints of Guinness.

“One drink and we’re out of here,” he reminded me. “I don’t want to keep Sheree waiting.” What he really meant was if he didn’t catch her before her third drink, Sheree would probably be out the door with somebody else.

As I glanced at the sea of college kids drinking and laughing, I had a sudden twinge of regret. They were experiencing something I would never have the opportunity to experience. My life was all about the ice. It seemed like my entire life was predetermined the moment I first set foot in a hockey rink and showed so much promise. I knew I was destined to play pro hockey and that had been my focus since I was a kid.

Not that college was ever an option anyway. I barely made it through high school. I was smart enough to get good grades but my life was so messed up that I only made it to school occasionally and when I did, I was usually so far behind, it wasn’t worth trying to catch up. I finally ended up earning a GED instead of a diploma.

About the Author:
Dakota Madison has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.

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Friday, September 20, 2013

The Writer's View: Michele de Winton

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The Writer's View

Thanks so much for having me over today. I love connecting with people, especially readers and I also love showing off the beautiful landscape that surrounds my life! So thanks for the opportunity!

I live in New Zealand, out west near the top of the north island to be more exact and the view from my office is all about trees. Lotsa trees. The third bedroom in our wee 1950 bungalow is my office, along with the resting place of all our files, printers and general tat. But set into one wall is a lovely pair of French doors, affording me a view out into the bush that surrounds our place. It’s a peaceful view, an always changing one at that. This morning for example, as spring sneaks its fingers round the world and tries to get a hold, the sun has snuck in through the mist and is promising to bring a little heat to the day.

Inside at the moment however, all is a different story because we’ve just bought a section and (arg) will be embarking on building a new place in the not too distant future. It means we’re selling up and packing up so inside my office, as I sit at my desk and type this – boxes and boxes of books surround me. I had five bookcases full - okay so I’m a book junkie – and now I’ve had to put them somewhere!

It will all be worth it hopefully though, because when we start building, I get my own office! A room of my very own. And the view from there not only has trees, but also has a sneaky peak of the sea. Yum. Given that the last five books I’ve written have all been set on or very near the water, it’s probably a good thing – gotta keep that inspiration juice flowing ;-)

I do feel very lucky. Plenty of writers still work from a desk tucked into the corner of a bedroom I know, and to have a whole room – a whole room – all to myself is going to be bliss! I may have to turn my desk around though so I concentrate on putting words on the page though rather than staring wistfully out the window.

I’m interested to hear what people think makes a great writing space? Is a view helpful do you think, or does it just steal your concentration? I guess when you’re wrapped up in the world of characters, the world outside hardly even matters.

Thanks again for having me
X Michele

Felicity Williams can't remember the last five years thanks to an accident that wiped out her memory. She fled her old life in hopes of starting fresh and found refuge working on a cruise ship. But her past is coming for her…

Rick McCarthy wakes after a climbing accident to discover that his business partner and fiancée has quit her job and disappeared. He’s trying to accept that she’s run out on him, but now he needs her signature to close a deal that could literally be life or death. He’ll go to any extreme to get what he needs…even if that means becoming someone else to win her back. But a little lie becomes a large mess when they’re stranded on a deserted island together, and old misunderstandings might ruin their chance at new love…

About the Author:
Michele de Winton loves sunshine, chardonnay, (preferably together), beaches, trees, great vegetarian food, steamy writing and happy endings. She’s been known to be an all round arty type and it's no wonder that her first romance had a little sparkle of the stage tucked into its pages. Being a writer was not was she was supposed to be when she ‘grew up' but then neither was being a dancer. Sometimes her performing past jumps out of the dress up box and requires attention. But most of the time she’s content to stay in her PJs. All day. And she also thinks that chocolate can solve pretty much everything. Her debut romance The Boss and Her Billionaire hit the top 100 Bestsellers on Barnes and Noble in its first week and continues to do well. Love Lost and Found is the second in that series. You can get in touch with her at
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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Descent from Truth by Gaylon Greer

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9_17 descent MEDIA KIT Descent-cover-web-sizedAlex Bryson is patrolling Rocky Mountain backcountry in his job as a security guard when he discovers a woman with a baby wandering alone in the snow far from the nearest road. He takes them to shelter in a weekender cabin and sees a newscast that suggests the woman, Pia Ulmer, kidnapped the baby from its rightful parents and that it is the sole heir of Peru’s wealthiest and most corrupt family. Pia claims that she is the baby’s mother, and Alex doesn't know what to believe. After turning her in, he continues to struggle with his budding feelings for her and remains unsure of the true story. He becomes more and more involved until finally there is no turning back—lives are on the line. He helps Pia get free from a brutal world that values money over life, and together they devise a plan to reclaim the baby. Just when it looks like they might succeed, they discover an international conspiracy that changes the game entirely.

Enjoy the following excerpt:
“I'll take a look inside.” Alex slipped off his backpack, leaned his snowshoes against it, and handed his rifle to Pia. “Wait here.”

He circled the storage barn without seeing anyone, but a watchman might have gone inside to get warm. A small window on the back door proved too dirty to see through, and the door was locked. There were two front entrances, a standard-size pedestrian door and a broad roll-up portal for vehicles. The vehicular door was probably locked, but if there was a guard, chances were the smaller one would be open.

A peep through the front window revealed a watchman, two of them in fact, sitting on the barn's concrete floor and leaning back against supporting columns. They were drinking beer.

Snowmobiles were parked shoulder-to-shoulder, two-deep across one side of the shed. On the other side, a dump truck and a snowcat squatted with their hoods open. Engine parts were strewn over fenders and nearby benches. The dump truck would be excellent cover, and no more than ten feet separated it from the door. But how could he get across that gap without being spotted?

He headed back to where he'd left Pia, and she stepped from behind a tree, lowering his rifle as she did so. She had obviously seen him first and kept him in her sights until she recognized him. Could she actually shoot someone? Alex had seen soldiers with outstanding training records who couldn't squeeze off a round with a human target in their sights.

He explained the problem. He needed a diversion so he could slip across that critical ten feet of open space inside the barn, and the guards had to separate so he could take them out one at a time.

She handed him the rifle, tiptoed to kiss his chin, and marched across open ground to the barn's front entrance. At the door, she turned and stared at him while opening the front of her parka and unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt. Save for the thermal undershirt, her breasts would have been exposed almost to her nipples. Though nothing showed but white fabric, it was suggestive of a desire to be seen. She ran the fingers of both hands through her short-cropped hair and gave him a tremulous smile. Then she opened the barn door and stepped inside.

About the Author: 9_17 descent MEDIA KIT Author PhotoWorking with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the U.S. and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. After several years as an Air Force officer and then a university professor with a Ph.D. in economics, Greer developed an interest in writing fiction and attended workshops at the University of Iowa, the University of Nebraska, and Bryn-Mawr College. He also studied with the U.C. Davis Extension program and the Algonquian Writers Group. His most recent novel, THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH is available at and other e-book retailers. Please visit Greer at

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Book Tour: All the Colors of Love by Jessica Freely

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It sucks being the son of a super villain. At home, Harry spends half of his time getting medical treatments and the other half tied up in his father's underwater lair. It was different when his mother was alive, but she disappeared when Harry was six. He can't seem to stay out of trouble at school, and his new roommate, Antonin, thinks he’s a spaz, but somehow Harry has to find a way to stop his father's evil plans.

Antonin Karganilla wants to become a comic book artist, but other than that, being gay is the most normal thing about him. His uncle is an aquatic plant man, his aunt is a molecular biologist back from the dead, and his mom is an overprotective pain in the butt. Antonin's in boarding school and it's starting to look like he and this Harry kid might have a lot in common... and that means a whole new set of problems.


The first thing Antonin noticed when he opened the door to his room at St. Bart’s was the punching bag. When had Jason gotten a punching bag?

An action figure stood on top of it. Antonin recognized his green-and-purple outfit and his golden cape. It was Captain Invincible.

“Cool.” He picked up the figure. Since when was Jason into superheroes? Antonin glanced around the room. Jason’s desk and his bookshelves were bare. A duffel bag lay on the lower bunk, unzipped and spewing forth clothes. Something was wrong. Jason always took the upper bunk.

From out of nowhere, an arm wrapped around Antonin’s neck. Another hand pushed his head to one side, locking him in a chokehold.

“Shit!” Mom was right. I am going to be kidnapped by organ-leggers.

“Drop it,” said his assailant. It wasn’t Jason.

Antonin brought his heel down on his attacker’s foot and threw his head back. He connected with something he hoped was a face.

His attacker groaned. The grip around his neck loosened. Antonin broke away.

He turned to face a boy about his age, though taller, with short blond hair and a muscular build. A little blood trickled from his right nostril, but he didn’t seem particularly fazed by it. He wore jeans and a black T-shirt that said “Maniac” in big white block letters.

Fair enough.

About the Author:
Jessica Freely can't resist a wounded hero. As a reader and a writer, her favorite stories are of soul mates finding redemption in each other's arms. Married to the love of her life in a beautiful relationship based on mutual goofiness, Jessica also warps minds as an instructor in Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction MFA program. Her dog, Ruthie, doesn't seem to care that Jessica's an award-winning and best-selling author in multiple genres. She just wants to play tug of war with Jessica's pages.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Super Book Blast: Cape Cursed by Janice Lane Palko

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9_17 Cover_Cape_CursedBliss Sherman doesn’t believe in curses—that is until she arrives at Cape Destiny, North Carolina. Bliss comes to the cape determined to make a name for herself and her new firm by accomplishing an incredible engineering feat—moving the Cape Destiny Lighthouse inland before it's swallowed by the Atlantic Ocean.

Bliss, who has struggled with dyslexia, discrimination, and betrayal by her ex-husband and former business partner, Jonathan, faces her greatest challenge when she falls in love with the handsome, mysterious descendant of the lighthouse keepers, Parker Swain, who is vehemently opposed to the lighthouse’s move.

When someone targets Bliss, she begins to wonder if the curse that is rumored to be attached to the lighthouse may be true. Who is sabotaging her dream? Who is trying to harm her? Who wants to kill her? When all clues point to Parker, she dismisses her suspicions, deciding to trust him and her heart. But as the evidence mounts against Parker, she begins to doubt not only herself and her heart, but also Parker.

Can she trust her judgment? Can she trust Parker? Most importantly, when she is trapped inside the lighthouse with him during a raging hurricane, can she trust Parker with her life?

A romantic suspense with all the seaside moody romance of du Maurier’s Rebecca and the spine-tingling thrills that keep you turning the pages, Cape Cursed casts a spell of sensous deception and seductive danger. A Category 5 of a romantic suspense novel,Cape Cursed, barrels in packing a surge of suspense that knocks you off your feet and a blistering romance that sweeps you up and carries you away.

Bliss walked into the Beach Mart. June, who was arranging cartons of cigarettes behind the counter, looked up when the bell on the door jangled.

“Hello, June. How are you today?” Bliss said as she walked up to the counter. “As you can see, I need something for this sunburn, and I came to pick up a prescription."

June shoved a carton of Marlboros into a vacant space and turned to Bliss. “Well, if it isn’t the celebrity herself. Fancy a star like you gracing the Beach Mart.”

Bliss chuckled. “I like keeping in touch with the little people.”

June leaned over the counter and exclaimed. “Did you know you were all over the news last night? Why, my sister-in-law out in Phoenix even saw you on the national news!”

Bliss smiled, “Oh, I’m quite the media darling these days.”

June smiled knowingly. “I hear tell it you’re not only their darling but somebody else’s as well.”

Bliss stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

She looked up into the air. “Oh, a little birdie told me that somebody didn’t come home last night. Spent the night at the Keeper’s House with one Parker Swain.”

“How do you know that?” Bliss asked, astonished that not only was she the center of attention around here, but she was being spied on.

“Oh, some sissified fellow, with a split lip, came in here looking for some bandages and an ice pack. Told me he got into a scrape this mornin’ with Parker Swain over a woman. Josh Mooney, my cousin, is the night desk clerk at the Destiny Cove, and he said there was a frantic woman who called all night trying to get in touch with you. She looked at Bliss with the satisfaction of Miss Marple after solving a case. “Now, I wonder where you were last night?”

Bliss blushed, making her sunburn more vivid. “Nothing happened. It was completely innocent. I passed out from the heat, and Parker found me. He gave me water and dinner. I fell asleep on his porch swing.”

About the Author: 9_17 Author PicIn addition to Cape Cursed, Janice Lane Palko is the author of the romantic comedy St. Anne’s Day and the Christmas novel, A Shepherd’s Song. She has been a professional writer for nearly 20 years. During her career, she has written everything from greeting cards to web content and has taught several classes at the local community college including Building English Skills to Creative and Memoir writing.

She is currently on the staff of the website Popular Pittsburgh and has been the executive editor of Northern Connection and Pittsburgh 55+ magazines, where she also contributed to the editorial content, writing her own column and numerous features. Palko has also been a columnist with the North Hills News Record.

Her work has appeared in publications such as The Reader’s Digest, Guideposts for Teens, Woman’s World, The Christian Science Monitor, The Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, and The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and her essays have been featured in the books A Cup of Comfort for Inspiration, A Cup of Comfort for Expectant Mothers, and Chicken Soup for the Single’s Soul.

A graduate of Union Institute and University with a B.A. in Writing and Literature, Palko has won several awards for her writing including the prestigious Amy Foundation Award of Merit. Her writings have also garnered accolades at the The Kent State Writer's Conference, and she has been selected as Writer of the Month by Oatmeal Studio greeting cards.

She is at work on her next novel, another romantic suspense entitled Most Highly Favored Daughter.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

The Writer's View: DL Larson

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The Writer's View

The View inside my writing space

Neat and Tidy do not come often to visit and for that I am ever thankful. Even when there are stacks and stacks of material setting around my office, which is nearly every day, I can land my hand on what I need without much thought. The opposite is true after a good cleaning, stacking and putting away. I think I will remember. I label, mark and promise myself I will remember. I used to be a secretary, I know how to file, to organize and prioritize. I should be able to remember! The secretary Deb Larson and the writer DL Larson rarely think alike. It's as if two people work at the same desk. Disconcerting comes to mind, weird even, and I fumble about looking for ~ that paper I had right there yesterday. Somebody moved it! More than once I've asked that somebody, "what in the world did you do with that paper?"

I've gone so far as to leave myself notes, like cookie crumbs to follow. Here are a few I have leftover from cleaning last month for our week-long company.

- Altar Book is above computer - right side
- Send new blog stuff to Morgan - papers in yellow folder
- check Amazon author central - icon on desktop
- class you enrolled in - #59 classroom - stuff in yellow folder
- do homework for blog tour - yellow notebook - pics in pics folder under:_____________
I never knew I liked yellow so much. And I had a devil of a time finding the pictures I needed for this blog. Perseverance won out and now everyone knows how untidy I can be. My only defense is a quote from Louisa May Alcott, "She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain."

View outside my window

The view from my office window is rather restricted. I can see the blacktop and part of my flowerbed if I stretch my neck. The ash tree is in perfect line and I love watching it turn color in the fall and fill with snow in the winter.

The view I'm more used to seeing is the one out my dining room windows. I commandeered our dining table many years ago as my writing space. I love spreading things out and having room to work. The view has changed quite a bit in the fifteen years we have lived here. My family and I planted the evergreen trees when our house was first built. For years I could see several miles in three directions. I could judge the weather by how fast the cars traversed on the highway. The trees now block that view and the noisy traffic. So I feel it's a good compromise. I can still see the fields and blue, blue sky all around. It's a great place to work and think.

So tell me, how are the views inside and outside your work space? I'd love to hear about it.

Thank you for having me today!

DL Larson, author

About the Author:
DL Larson always thought she’d be a city girl, but instead, she has spent the last 40 years surrounded by corn fields. She lives in northern Illinois and enjoys the outdoors, especially gardening, boating and bike riding with her family.

Reading is a big part of DL’s life, both professionally as a writer and as a Children’s Librarian. She likes being in the know, seeing firsthand what folks like to read. Going back to school as an adult rejuvenated her desire to become a novelist. The writing awards she received lifted her up and reinforced her drive to tell the best story she could. Her second novel, Promises To Keep was a 2008 Reader’s Choice Recipient.

DL is a WindyCity member of RWA. She blogs each Thursday at .

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Friday, September 13, 2013

The Writer's View: Susan Sloate

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The view inside my writing space
By Susan Sloate

Thanks for hosting me today, and for asking about the view inside my writing space. Here’s a glimpse into my world:

The view inside my writing space is about what you’d expect a writer’s hangout to be, except that currently I’m staying with a friend, so my writing space isn’t really my own, and that’s not totally comfortable.

So sometimes my writing space is the bedroom, where I have a desktop computer facing a window that faces into a set of blinds that are kept permanently closed (we’re on the ground floor, and it’s easier to maintain privacy that way). There’s a (non-working) printer to my right and a desk lamp (not often used) to my left on a big scarred wooden desk (also not mine).

I like this space because it’s the easiest for me to get to in the morning, and the most private during the day (I can close the bedroom door).

On the other hand, I also often use the kitchen table, which holds my own laptop and behind which is a set of bookshelves on which I can stack my stuff, including my planner, which I keep close at hand.

Almost always, to the left of my laptop I keep a notebook or reference books or anything else I’m using with whatever project I’m currently working on. Across the room is a sliding glass door that leads outside—but the blinds are kept closed there, too. So I’m not getting much stimulation from looking around my physical world.

But that’s okay, because between my Internet access and the pictures playing in my head, there’s more than enough going on to keep me visually stimulated! While writing STEALING FIRE I was thinking about 1980’s New York and L.A., and both seeing and hearing the musicals of that time and the Golden Age of Broadway musicals, about 25 years earlier (as my hero, Beau, worked on Broadway during those years). Truthfully, when my mind starts playing pictures and music, I tend not to notice my physical surroundings at all, because I’m so entranced with the pictures I’ve created (or remembered) for myself.

So though I have no pictures to show you of the physical space I work in, not seeing them is really like seeing through my eyes into my world—because when my mind starts clicking creatively, that real work space just dissolves, and I can no more see what’s around me than you can.

How do you recognize your soulmate?

In glittery 1980’s Los Angeles, Beau Kellogg is a brilliant Broadway lyricist now writing advertising jingles and yearning for one more hit to compensate for his miserable marriage and disappointing life.

Amanda Harary, a young singer out of synch with her contemporaries, works at a small New York hotel, while she dreams of singing on Broadway.

When they meet late at night over the hotel switchboard, what begins will bring them each unexpected success, untold joy, and piercing heartache ... until they learn that some connections, however improbable, are meant to last forever.

STEALING FIRE is, at its heart, a story for romantics everywhere, who believe in the transformative power of love.

STEALING FIRE was a Quarter-Finalist (Top 5%) in the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.

About the Author:
Susan Sloate is the author of 20 published books, including FORWARD TO CAMELOT (with Kevin Finn), an alternative history of the JFK assassination, STEALING FIRE, an autobiographical love story, and REALIZING YOU (with Ron Doades), for which she invented a new genre – the self-help novel. FORWARD TO CAMELOT was a #6 Amazon bestseller, took honors in 3 literary competitions and was optioned for film production by a Hollywood company. STEALING FIRE was a quarter-finalist in the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest. Susan has also written young-adult fiction and non-fiction, including RAY CHARLES: FIND ANOTHER WAY!, which won a silver medal in the 2007 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards, AMELIA EARHART: CHALLENGING THE SKIES, a perennial Amazon bestseller, and MYSTERIES UNWRAPPED: THE SECRETS OF ALCATRAZ, which led to her appearance on a special for The History Channel in 2009, as well as books for five girls’ fiction series. As a screenwriter, she has written an informational film for McGraw-Hill Films and optioned two scripts to Hollywood production companies. As a sportswriter, she’s covered the Los Angeles Dodgers, the Pittsburgh Pirates and the New York Mets. She’s also managed two recent political campaigns, founded the East Cooper Authors Festival (which put 18 professional authors in 17 area schools in one day) and serves on the Culture, Arts and Pride Commission of the Town of Mount Pleasant.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

The Writer's View: Joseph Spencer

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The View Inside My Writing Space

Although there are great deal of personal touches unique to my writing space, I can’t take credit for a majority of them. I wanted to take some time to show my readers just how hard my wife, Amy, has worked to create an ideal environment for me to compose my stories which I hope you enjoy. If anything, I can only take credit for what I assume is a common sight in the homes of most writers.

My wife is a full-time veterinary doctor at Tender Care Animal Hospital in central Illinois. In her spare time, she’s also become certified in pet acupuncture and herbal therapy. As you can imagine, we are both animal lovers. In particular, Amy loves cats. She brought a 16-year-old child, Murphy, an orange tabby, to our relationship. I’d become more partial to dogs because I was around them more as I grew up, but I’ve grown to love Murphy. I’m sure our house is similar to the houses of cat lovers everywhere – it’s filled with cats whether they’re living, wooden, ceramic or otherwise. I’ve included a picture of Murphy and some Amy’s favorite cat decorations.

Scrapbooking is another one of my wife’s favorite past times. She doesn’t get to spend nearly as much time as she’d like doing it with her busy work schedule, but she still accomplishes astounding works when she gets the rare spare moments to work on them. Last Christmas, she gifted me with a collage celebrating some of the highlights of my debut novel Grim. She pieced together clippings from local newspapers with some pictures of signings I held at local libraries to make one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. Recently, she put together some of our favorite photographs from our honeymoon trip to Paris. She’s also done a great job commemorating trips we’ve taken to New York and Phoenix. I’ve also included pictures of her work for you to enjoy.

One of the passions Amy and I share is reading. We constantly battle finding enough room for storage of our books. Like most writers, I’m an avid reader and books are among the few items for which I can take credit in my writing space. I had the fortune of meeting James Rollins in the spring of 2012 at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Chicago. Though my wife and I attended that event with the main purpose of getting our collection of Charlaine Harris books autographed, I considered myself lucky to be able to make a small connection with Rollins that day, and I’ve become a big fan of his Sigma Series of action thrillers. I spent a lot of the past year writing and editing, but now I’m taking some time to enjoy some books and I am catching up on some of Rollins’ past work. I’ve included a picture of what I’m reading now. I also loved the recent Jack Reacher movie starring Tom Cruise, and I’ve got some of Lee Childs’ books on the backburner. I’d suggest both series for anyone who loves action and thrillers.

About the Author:
As a boy, Joseph Spencer immersed himself in the deductive logic of Sherlock Holmes, the heroic crime fighting of Batman and Spider-Man, and a taste for the tragic with dramas from poets like Shakespeare and Homer.

Before Joseph took to spinning his own tales, he pursued a career in print sports journalism, graduating summa cum laude from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale. He covered such events as NASCAR’s Subway 500 race in Martinsville, the NBA Draft Camp in Chicago, the Junior College World Series, and Minor League Baseball’s Midwest League All-Star Game during a ten-year career throughout the Midwest. Now, he works as an emergency telecommunications specialist with an Illinois police department. The combination of years of writing experience with a background working with law enforcement professionals gave rise to his writing aspirations.

Joseph was married to Dr. Amy (Waggoner) Spencer, an accomplished veterinary doctor, on March 14, 2012. He received word his debut novel was accepted by his publisher, Damnation Books, the next day. Joseph is hard at work on the rest of the series. Book 2 – Wrage – was released June 1, 2013. The Spencer family enjoys reading Charlaine Harris, George R.R. Martin, Mary Janice Davidson, and most paranormal stories. The Spencers also enjoy quoting movie lines from “The Princess Bride”, “Rain Man”, “Bridesmaids”, and “Office Space.”

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Sometimes the toughest fight lies within yourself.

As more dark secrets come to light, the battle for souls pushes Prairieville to the brink of war in the living and supernatural realms.

Jeff Wrage swears a blood oath to Abaddon, the supernatural avenger of murder victims, to hunt the crooked cop who butchered his wife. Jeff wonders whether he can be the executioner Abaddon requires. Their pact throws the supernatural realm in chaos and threatens to trigger an apocalyptic fight for control of the afterlife between the Sons of Darkness and Sons of Light foretold in the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Orlando Marino sees the death of Cyrus Black as his opportunity to restore the Marino family's stronghold in Prairieville’s organized crime scene and become a mob kingpin. He unleashes a plague, turning its victims into mindless followers. Cyrus' heir is busy rooting out a traitor and is unable to stop the coming turf war in the realm of man.

The fate of all rests with Homicide Detective Anna Duke, who steps into the shoes of her mentor while coming to terms with unrequited love. As she tries to clear the fallen hero's name, she takes on a case where corpses go missing. Her new partner is reported dead. She learns the truth about her true identity and uncovers a trail of secrets questioning her tragic past. She journeys to avert the destruction of all creation.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Excerpt: Accidental Affair by Leslie McKelvey

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Jack Vaughn is sure his life is over as he tumbles down the wooded hillside onto the deserted two-lane stretch of asphalt. Years of work ended with a single gunshot. Yet, it’s not over.

A good Samaritan stops to help him, despite the danger he poses to her.

Laine Wheeler knows better than to stop for strangers on the rural Montana highway near her home, but her conscience won’t allow her to leave an injured man behind.

What she doesn’t know is the man is an undercover ATF agent tasked with infiltrating a domestic terrorist group. His cover has been blown and helping him will put her life in danger.

Though there is an instant attraction, Jack knows that beginning a romantic relationship with Laine would be both unfair and unwise. Yet the farther they run, the harder it gets to ignore the feelings that are surging between them.


Ripley stood in the middle of the two lane highway. He looked left, then right, and then left again, his temper dangerously close to the flash point. He gripped the AR-15 and wished the weapon would snap in his hands. Perhaps the sound of cracking metal and composite would bring his rage down a notch.

“What do we do, sir?” his second in command asked from a good eight feet away.

Ripley turned and looked at the man. The four other soldiers made a pretense of combing the surrounding area, but Ripley knew it was only a pretense. It was obvious their quarry was no longer in the vicinity.

“What do we do?” Ripley repeated. “What do we do?” He fixed the man with a scalding stare. “We find him, that’s what we do, Calember. Is that too much for you to handle?”

Calember returned his stare with one of cool composure. “Satellite might have caught an image, sir. We’ll have to hump it back to base, see if West got a fix.”

Ripley moved till he stood toe to toe with Calember. Then he leaned over until their noses nearly touched. “Call West. Tell him to have an image ready and waiting when we get back. I want to know who picked Vaughn up, where they went, and what they’re having for dinner tonight so we can join them for dessert. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” said Calember as he pulled a satellite phone out of a pocket. He turned and walked away as he dialed.

Ripley stared down the empty highway and cursed. They’d had him.

“And we’ll have you again,” he said under his breath as he focused down the road. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let one man stop me.”

About the Author:
Leslie McKelvey has been writing since she learned to write, and her mother still stores boxes of handwritten stories in the attic. Leslie read her first romance at 12 and was hooked. When her high school Creative Writing teacher told her she needed to be a novelist, she decided to give it a try. Finally, at the ripe old age of...forty-something...her debut novel, Accidental Affair, made it into print through Black Velvet Seductions Publishing. The publisher has also contracted two more manuscripts, which will follow Accidental Affair shortly.

Leslie is a war-veteran who served with the U.S. Navy during the Gulf War, and she was among the first groups of women to work the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. During her five years tour she was stationed at NAS Miramar and was an F-14 Tomcat mechanic and plane captain. While in San Diego she spent time on the carriers USS Independence, USS Ranger, USS Lincoln, and the USS Nimitz. The final two years of her enlistment were spent on Guam and her squadron frequently deployed to Japan and the Middle East.

She learned everything she knows about firearms and tactics from her police officer husband, who is a weapons expert, range master, and firearms instructor for one of the most highly-respected law-enforcement agencies in the world (and one he wishes her NOT to disclose). He is her biggest supporter and her unpaid consultant on everything law-enforcement and weapons related. She has three boys who keep her very busy and contribute daily to her growing number of gray hairs. Her oldest son is a United States Marine and the younger two have vowed to follow in their brother’s footsteps (OOH RAH!). She spends her off-time (kidding...WHAT off-time?) reading, taking pictures, and sending lead down range (that's shooting, for those who are unfamiliar). One of her favorite scents is the smell of gunpowder in the morning....

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