Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A Writer's View: Philip Johnsey


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A view inside my writing space
By Philip Johnsey


The warm sunlight streams through the thick palm fronds and casts shadows on the screen. I lean back to take a break and soak it all in.

The 3 tier fountain gurgles in the corner providing that soothing sound of flowing water. A variety of foliage, including Areca Palms and Jasmine bushes grace the fence. The fence is painted Disney’s Wonder blue which adds a theme park bright, festive backdrop for the foliage.

On the neighbor's roof a couple of doves sit together keeping watch over the landscape. It’s amazing how they just peacefully sit together. Unlike their cousins, the crows, which are intent on starting trouble or chasing something. However, I always enjoy the crow’s spirited antics.

In the distance, I hear the familiar cries of a hawk. The nature preserve just behind mine teams with a variety of wildlife. By day hawks and eagles grace the skies. By night, Coyotes howl as the trains go by. I glance up into the deep blue sky. Overhead, an Osprey effortlessly glides on the wind currents. It’s keen eyesight searching the intercoastal waters for its next meal.

My laptop has switched into screensaver mode and so has my body. If I don’t sit up soon, I’ll be fast asleep! This is my patio and it’s one of my favorite places to write. Being outdoors, in the fresh air, and surrounded by nature is where I’m most creative.

I love to write but sitting inside when it’s so nice outside is almost frustrating. Often, I’ll parlay my writing till the evening so I can enjoy the day. Course, delaying writing doesn’t bode well with deadlines.

Writing on the patio solves those issues by providing an outdoor venue that’s serene enough to concentrate but open enough to enjoy the outdoors.

Now I just have to do decide; do I continue writing or enjoy that inevitable nap.

About the Author:
Raised on a farm and having been a volunteer at different animal rescues, it’s no surprise that his first two published articles were about animals. So it’s only fitting that Phil’s first book is about animals and the connections we share.

From Phil’s first high school job to present, he’s spent his career working with clients, explaining complex ideas in an easy to understand manner. In addition Phil enjoys exploring the world and sharing those adventures via writing, photography, and videography.

Phil’s credits include, multiple certifications, Reiki master, photographer, author of two blogs, author of a travel column, creates short segments for a local T.V. station and whatever else he can get into.

Edmund blasts across the yard against my calls to come in. He gleely runs off and I chase him across the grass only to find a unique butterfly or a sky filled with stars. As soon as I stop and admire, Edmund promptly comes to my side and rubs against me.

Do you ever wonder if there is more to your pet's behavior than meets the eye? Sometimes their antics are more than just random behavior. Can we learn something about ourselves by watching them?

I believe so and Climb that Fence take that Leap is a compilation of personal, inspirational animal stories and the life lessons I gleaned from them.

After enjoying these stories, hopefully you'll enjoy more quality time with your furry friend and know what it takes to Climb that Fence and Take that Leap!

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Monday, October 28, 2013

The Writer's View: Christy Nicholas


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I’m afraid my workspace isn’t very inspiring to others, though I do gaze out my window when the rain starts, as I love watching the rain. I prefer my area to be mostly functional and relatively uncluttered, as I dislike not being able to find things I need on hand. My true workspace is in my head, and I try to keep that as ordered as possible, despite my muses’ best effort to create chaos.

I believe that my muses have ADD. There are four of them, actually – one for photography, one for writing, one for jewelry and one for digital painting. Often, they argue; however, sometimes they cooperate and three of them bugger off while the fourth pokes me until I pay attention to her. Once I’m done with my furious spurt of creative activity, usually a couple hours long for writing, she goes away and one of the others step up. While I CAN work on something else, it is not happily done.

I have always worked better in noisy chaos than in peaceful silence. When I was studying during college, the library was quiet – and every cough, every shuffle, every creak of a chair was a distraction to my mind. However, while in the crowded, noisy cafeteria, I could block out the wall of noise completely and concentrate, because it was a steady hum of white noise.

So now, I prefer to write while listening to music or while the television is on, so I can avoid unusual noise distractions. I work on my laptop while my husband is in the next chair, cheerfully on his iPad or painting his miniatures. We’ve become quite used to this routine!

About the Author:
My name is Christy Nicholas, also known as Green Dragon. I do many things, including digital art, beaded jewelry, writing and photography. In real life I'm a CPA, but having grown up with art and around me (my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are/were all artists), it sort of infected me, as it were. I love to draw and to create things. It's more of an obsession than a hobby. I like looking up into the sky and seeing a beautiful sunset, or a fragrant blossom, a dramatic seaside. I then wish to take a picture or create a piece of jewelry to share this serenity, this joy, this beauty with others. Sometimes this sharing requires explanation – and thus I write. Combine this love of beauty with a bit of financial sense and you get an art business. I do local art and craft shows, as well as sending my art to various science fiction conventions throughout the country and abroad.

Find Christy here:
www.GreenDragonArtist.com
www.facebook.com/greendragon9
www.facebook.com/greendragonartist
www.facebook.com/greendragontravel
www.facebook.com/music-from-ireland-for-your-pleasure
www.facebook.com/musicfromscotland
www.twitter.com/greendragon9

Find Christy’s book here, and at other eBook stores, http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Nicholas_Christy/ireland-guide.htm.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: The Inheritance by Olivia Mayfield


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Maggie Willings knew that returning home for her estranged grandfather’s funeral would not be easy, but she never expected the reading of his will to be the most difficult part. The four people named in the will—Maggie, her brother Robert, her ex-boyfriend Andrew, and her grandfather’s far-too-young girlfriend Bethany—are given a challenge: find out the truth about what happened to Maggie’s younger sister Cassandra, who vanished over eight years ago, and win the entirety of the estate.

Maggie is thrown by the strange request, reluctant to drag up painful memories of her sister’s disappearance, and bothered by her lingering attraction to Andrew, who wants to team up to solve the mystery. But there are ten million dollars on the line and Maggie has no idea where to start—or who she’ll be able to trust.

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“Wait, we need to talk,” Andrew said. “About all of this.”

Her heart thudded. She looked up.

Andrew paused. “You’ve changed,” he murmured out of nowhere, unashamedly staring at her, gaze practically raking her hair, her eyes, her figure. His blue eyes were striking, thorough. “You seem different now.”

Her skin grew hot and tingly. She felt on display for him, studied in a way she hadn’t been looked at in a long, long time. “I grew up.” She raised one eyebrow. “You’ve changed too.”

Amazing. She was sitting here, having a real conversation with the guy who’d broken her heart all those years ago. But now they were competitors in a twisted game none of them really wanted to play.

Cassandra. The center of her family’s world, even years after her disappearance. Maggie couldn’t escape it.

“I had to change,” Andrew said with a dismissive shrug, interrupting her thoughts. “I was a kid, and I was incredibly stupid. As you remember all too well, I’m sure,” he added with a wry smile.

She thinned her lips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Not going down that road right now. She needed to focus.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked him to get them back on track.

The flicker of emotion in his face fell away, and he became businesslike. “I have a proposal for you regarding the investigation,” he said crisply. “We pair up and help each other.”

About the Author:
Olivia Mayfield has been an unabashed fan of romance since she was a young teen, secretly devouring her mom’s Harlequins. She has a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, as well as a Master’s degree in English, and lives with her family in Ohio. In her free time, she loves reading, shopping, wearing absurdly high-heeled boots, cheesecake, singing karaoke, and harassing her friends.

Connect with the author on her website, Twitter, Goodreads and Facebook. Buy the book at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or iTunes.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

The Writer's View: Elle Hill


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The view inside Elle Hill's writing space


The view inside my noggin is chock-full of variety. It contains scenery never before seen, colors not yet named, smells not catalogued, tastes so complex they defy description. Everything, from the lushest of palaces to the most barren of deserts, swirls together in a kind of mental whirlwind: wild, chaotic, and free.

I’m not gonna lie: it overwhelms me. It also challenges me. I imagine my job as an artist, albeit a verbal one, is to take this rich, saturated landscape and use the medium of words to render it understandable to everyone else.

Sometimes I’m frustrated with the limitation of words, sometimes overwhelmed by the vastness of vocabulary and grammar. Always, though, I’m exhilarated by the challenge of using words to paint my inner landscape, to sing my interior song.

The view outside Elle Hill's window


I recently moved from Los Angeles to a small city in South Dakota. On the rare occasion that I look beyond the keyboard and the (inevitable) cat squishing itself between it and my monitor, it’s to glance outside the window directly to the left of my work station. Outside lies something that looks a lot like my childhood. I wasn’t born in South Dakota, but this state looks and feels an awful lot like Idaho, where I spent the first twenty-seven years of my life. It has the same small-yet-wide-open feel, the same pine trees, the same conservative political signs and jacked-up pickup trucks.

Not incidentally, I also spy with my little eye the sky. Angelenos, you might be surprised to learn the sky is blue everywhere, not just at the apex of the bowl of gray-brown that cups the horizon.

About the Author:
Elle began writing novel-length romances in junior high. She continued scribbling wild tales on her wide-ruled notepads till those pesky college and career things got in the way. Finally, after earning her Ph.D. in Sociology, Elle gave herself permission to get a life. Now, she spends just about all her waking hours doing one or more of the following: teaching, writing, volunteering, and tending to the whims of her kitty masters. Connect with Elle on her blog, website, or Facebook.

Her history, her whereabouts, her name: She knows nothing. Nothing but her current reality: a constant stream of horrific, surrealistic scenarios in which she fights not only monsters and unseen attackers but also her own pain and despair.

Reed Jayvyn is an ex-Army vet, penniless and living in his truck. After saving a young man from attackers, he finds himself embroiled in a superhuman drama between the Broschi and the Clan, two groups engaged in a centuries-long war. Worse, he finds he is one of them—a Broschi, a psychic vampire that feeds off the pain of humans. But Reed’s greatest surprise comes each night, when he finds himself dreaming of a fierce, nameless woman.

She is dreaming. So says the handsome man who uses his heretofore latent psychic ability to flicker in and out of her dreamscape. With Reed’s help, she slowly learns more about who she is, why she is here, what trauma in her past keeps her locked inside her mind. Meanwhile, Reed explores his own heritage, discovering enemies and allies in unexpected places.

But most important to Reed is freeing this woman caught in an endless loop of nightmares, someone he considers in every way to be the woman of his dreams.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Writer's View: Chris O'Guinn


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The Writer's View


What do I see out my window right now? I see the autumn colors, which I just love. I come from the land of eternal sunshine. The only time plants change color in Southern California is when someone forgets to water them. The trees here are now breathtaking with their glimmering golds and their flaming reds. This was the time of year my wife and I visited Spokane and the fall colors were part of what drew us here to start our new life.

Spokane is truly a beautiful city and that’s not something I am accustomed to saying about a city. After all, a city is just a collection of buildings, a utilitarian jumble where we silly humans go about our work and our play.

Spokane is an old city, dating back to the late 1800’s. The first little town they built burned to the ground, which always reminds me of a Monty Python sketch. “They all said I was mad to build a castle in the middle of a swamp, but I built it anyway. And it sank into the swamp. So I built another one. And that one burned down and then sank into the swamp....”

Well, Spokane didn’t sink into the swamp. It thrived. But the thing about old cities, they tend to either hide their age with a facelift—tear down the old and put in the new—or they just look tired and neglected.

Spokane, though, wears its age well. A massive renovation in the seventies made all the old buildings look new again. The city has kept that up, preserving buildings that get torn down in bigger cities. It’s like walking through history. It really helps kickstart my creativity, being surrounded by a city that seems to have so many fascinating stories to tell. Just imagining all the lives that have been lived here is sort of amazing.

We have a river flowing through the city. I love to walk the bridges that span it and listen to the roaring of the water as it crashes over the rocks. It’s very soothing. I can stand there and stare at the river for ages. It’s like having a nature walk right in your backyard.

When the weather is favorable, I can walk down to Riverfront Park with my laptop and soak in the sunlight as I work on my latest story. The ducks, of course, insist on you paying tribute, but they’re polite about it. The squirrels, though, will beat you up and take your lunch just for looking at them.

Spokane is an inspiring place. In fact, my first YA book, Exiled to Iowa. Send Help. And Couture. was conceived partly because of the small town feeling here. I thought it would be funny to transplant a trendy, hip teen to a little town and watch him cope.

It’s not for everyone. But I love this little city. Short of the little cottage in England that I dream of one day owning and living in, I think it’s the perfect place for a writer.

About the Author:
I’ve been writing since I was fifteen, not that those stories will ever be allowed out of the dark hole I buried them in. I focused primarily on the Fantasy genre for the first two decades, occasionally diverting into modern fiction. In 2010, I embarked in a self-publishing career, focusing on the young adult novel genre. When I’m not writing, I am contributing to TheBacklot.com, a gay entertainment website.

You can follow me on Facebook and you can keep up to date with my works via Lightbane.com.

At fifteen, Justin is already a cynic. He’s experienced too many betrayals, too many disappointments. He doesn’t want to be involved in anything. He doesn’t want to be popular. He doesn’t even want friends anymore, since they only ever let you down. He just wants to get through high school and the best way he can come up with to accomplish that goal is to simply be invisible.

His self-imposed exile from high school life is threatened when Liam, the scary stoner, reaches out to him. What starts out as a strange and unsettling encounter with the unnerving, pot-smoking teenager evolves into the sort of friendship that changes the course of a person’s life.

But as Liam drags the reluctant Justin out of his shell, Liam’s own secret is revealed.

Fearless is the story of the myriad shades of love, how to find one’s courage and the transformative power of friendship.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Hot Knight in Paradise by Sofia Harper-- Interview and Giveaway


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What inspired you to write this book?

I really liked the idea of redemption and what that meant for two people who hadn't really done anything wrong. And then Leah and Marshall showed up broken and in need of each other. I was hooked.

What characters do you connect with most?

The prickly ones. I don't want nice or sweet unless I can subvert it. I like anti-heroes and anti-heroines. There's just more crunch to them.

What's your favorite book-turned movie?

Where The Heart Is. I watched the movie first and fell in love with it. Then I read the book and was in love with it more. To this day that is still a book-turned movie that I think Hollywood did right.

If you could be best friends with one of your characters, who would it be?

I love my characters, but I'm not even going to lie. I wouldn't be best friends with any of them. They have just way too much drama going on in their lives. :)

Can you tell us about any other books you're writing?

I'm currently writing a con man book. I've labored over hours of Leverage and White Collar for research. I've never had more fun putting together a fake con. Now, it's my first one, but it's still fun.

What do you do in your spare time?

I read, watch TV, wrangle my kids into some sort of family shenanigans. Pretty much I'm a normal person.

Who's your inspiration?

I will always and forever look to Nora Roberts. Mainly for her no-nonsense approach to everything.

If you were stranded on a desert island which character do you want by your side?

Spike from Buffy. I have a thing for him.

Team Edward or Jacob?

Team Jacob.

Team Peeta or Gale?

Team Peeta

What are you reading now?

Taste For Temptation by Phyllis Burke

Stranded in paradise with no way to get home, Leah Smith needs a miracle, and fast.

Instead, she gets Marshall Jackson, surely the sexiest man alive. Too bad he's got an emotional wall around himself--and her only hope of getting off the island ... Marshall has a strict no damsels in distress policy, but there's something about Leah that makes him want to break his own rules. He agrees to let her work in his bar until she earns enough to get home. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to deny the scorching attraction between them. Soon hot island nights provide balm to their wounded souls, but will these two flawed exiles make peace with the past in time to claim the future they deserve together--or will paradise be lost?
About the Author
In 2004, Sofia Harper began her writing career as a romantic suspense author. A bit problematic because she couldn't write anything mystery-like to save her life or even her characters. On a whim, she penned a contemporary where there was no dead body or explosions to save her from the dreadful middle slumps of a book. It was only the characters and what they had to deal with. She hasn't looked back since. She continues to write contemporary romances, mainly under a different pen, filled with sassy heroines and unlikely heroes. These stories are filled with one-liners, but heartfelt and sexy.

Outside of writing, Harper works as a mail clerk for the federal government, has a paralegal certificate (that she has more use for as a dust pan) and is a mother of two rambunctious children. She lives in California where the wine is good and, despite popular belief, is not always sunny. Harper plans to spend the rest of her days writing, raising her children and drinking good wine. Occasionally she'll brush her hair and get dressed, but that's optional.

Website: http://sofiaharper.com
Blog: sofiaharper.blogspot.com/‎
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sofiaharp‎
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/sofiaharper.author‎
Goodreads Page: www.goodreads.com/author/show/7154484.Sofia_Harper

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Writer's View and Giveaway: Heather Huffman


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Heather will be awarding an ebook (international) of ROSES IN ECUADOR by Heather Huffman, at each stop, along with a grand prize of an autographed paperback (US only) of RING OF FIRE to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. The other stops on can be seen by clicking the tour banner.

I’m not sure a camera could do justice to my view – at least not with my limited photography skills. From my vantage point in my little writing corner of the world, I get to watch the sunlight dance through the trees of our woods. I see my family’s laundry hanging on the line, soaking in the sun’s goodness as it flutters gently in the breeze. It’s a sight that probably isn’t appealing to anyone but me, but it brings joy to my heart nonetheless.

I do most of my writing from my “corner.” Our home isn’t much to look at – we currently live in a small mobile home until we pay off our land and build – but it has a cozy warmth that I treasure. And my spot on the couch just so happens to be the comfiest spot of all. If I were to look down, I’d most likely see my youngest son’s puppy asleep with one of his shoes. It’s how she likes to pass the day while waiting for him to get home from school.
Directly across from me is a bookcase. Actually, our house has quite a few bookcases, but this one is my favorite because it’s filled with things that make me happy: poppies in vases, a favorite Bible verse, my wedding photo, pictures of my kids when they were little, a statue entitled “First Love” that was a gift from my sister, and a jar of sand. Next to the bookcase is my “whomping stick.” It’s a club that was a gift from a friend. I take it with me if I have to leave the yard at night so I can whomp anything that threatens me. My tool belt is usually hanging from this bookcase, too. I love building things. My creations are seldom conventional, but they’re functional and the animals like them!

If I were to look out the front window, which sits just beside me, I’d see my animals grazing in the fields. Our little homestead is just under 14 acres; the majority of that is woods, which completely surround the house and fields. If we don’t have company coming, I block off the driveways and turn the alpacas and goats loose so they can have their choice of grazing. Often, they’ll come right up to the porch to lounge when they aren’t eating. Everyone who comes to our home comments on how friendly the animals are. I love that about our place – even the ducks follow me around and chatter at me. (Although that does make it a bit difficult to answer the phone!)

It’s funny, this is probably the humblest home my family has ever lived in, but it’s the place where I’ve found the most peace. There is so much about this home that makes me happy, I can’t imagine living anywhere else.

About the Author:
Heather Huffman calls the beautiful Missouri Ozarks home. When not writing, this homesteading mother is cheering one of her three sons on at a sporting event, making dandelion fritters, or tending the family’s myriad of animals, which includes alpacas, goats, chickens and ducks. Heather’s optimistic and sometimes quirky view of life often finds its way into her novels.

Heather is the author of Throwaway, Ties that Bind, Jailbird, Suddenly a Spy, Ring of Fire, Tumbleweed, Devil in Disguise, and Roses in Ecuador. You can find out more about her family’s adventures as they strive to live off the land on a small farm, as well as her writing and charitable work, on www.HeatherHuffman.net. Buy Fools Game on Booktrope

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Honeysuckle and Jasmine by Liz Grace Davis


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The past is never far behind.

Senia Loato’s life has been needled by disappointment, and the wounds that fester go beyond skin deep. She is certain if she puts miles between her and her tainted past, she will somehow outrun it. When she’s offered the chance to leave her island home of Mintang to become an au pair for three boys in Germany, she takes the opportunity to start running.

In Germany, she meets Miina, another African au pair. What builds between them is a life-defining friendship, one they will risk everything for.

And soon, they’ll be asked nothing less.

When Miina is betrayed and left stranded, Senia stands by her, risking much more than just her stay in Germany. She also stands to lose rich, handsome, turquoise-eyed Roman Dorenwald, the first man she has allowed into her heart.

But they’re risks worth taking.

Eventually, Senia makes a sacrifice that catapults her back to her past, where she’s forced to draw back the curtain and discover the shocking truth of her history.

Can she confront her nightmares, reach deep into her soul, and forgive those who have hurt her? Or is it easier to just keep running?

***This story was partly inspired by true events***

Read an excerpt:

My muscles tensed up again, and I smoothed the tablecloth, gave myself time to respond. How much could I tell him? If he had read my CV, he'd know I'd worked at the orphanage, but not that I'd also lived there. Did I want him to know? I raised my eyes. Why not? "I grew up in an orphanage, where I later worked as well, for two years. I never met my biological parents." Why not just leave out the whole adoption part? It would only call for more questions and complicate things.

To my surprise, Roman squeezed my hand, just for a second, but the warmth from his grip remained with me. "I'm sorry to hear that. That explains it. I used to wonder why you had this sad look in your eyes all the time."

I glanced away. "I do?" I whispered. But then, how would I know? Whatever look I had in my eyes, I'd lived with all my life. I wouldn't know if it was sad or not.

"Senia," Roman drew his chair closer to the table, "please look at me. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I can't even begin to imagine how it would be, growing up without my parents, even if they can be too controlling sometimes."

I allowed my glance to meet his again. "Well, having never met mine has made it easier to live without them."

The waiter placed our food in front of us, halting our conversation. The aroma of Roman's roasted pork in gravy and that of my beef and pork mingled in the air between us before teasing my nostrils. So easy for the aromas to do—nothing in the air to stop them from embracing. Unlike Roman and I. Between us stood many possible complications that could send a potential relationship toppling before it even started.

About the Author:
Liz Grace Davis grew up in Angola, Namibia, South Africa, and Germany. She now lives with her husband and daughter in Vienna, Austria.

Her travels offered her the opportunity to gather interesting material, from both her own experiences and those of others. She is a firm believer that memories, both good and bad, are worth cherishing because they lead us to be the people we are today.

As a result, Liz enjoys breathing new life into some of those experiences, and sprinkling them with snippets born of her imagination, to write fiction. Her aim as a writer is to both thrill and inspire readers. The genres she enjoys writing are as diverse as the books she reads.

Liz is the author of Chocolate Aftertaste, Honeysuckle and Jasmine, and Tangi’s Teardrops.

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Monday, October 07, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Echo Prophecy by Lindsey Fairleigh


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“…we only see what we want to see…what we expect to see…”

Discover what’s hidden—a powerful, mythic race, an ancient Egyptian prophecy, and a love strong enough to shatter the boundaries of time.

Alexandra Larson isn’t human…but she doesn’t know that. As far as Lex is concerned, she’s simply an ambitious and independent archaeology grad student with a knack for deciphering ancient languages, especially the various forms of Egyptian. When she’s recruited to work on her dream excavation, her translating skills uncover the secret entrance to an underground Egyptian temple concealed within Djeser-Djeseru—the famous mortuary temple of Queen Hatchepsut. Lex is beyond thrilled by her discovery…as is the enigmatic and alluring excavation director, Marcus Bahur.

As the relationship between Lex and Marcus heats up, a series of shocking revelations leave the young archaeologist reeling. Once Lex discovers the truth of her ancient Egyptian roots—the truth of her more-than-human nature—the people she trusts most make one final, terrifying revelation: Lex is the central figure of a four-thousand-year-old prophecy. She is the only thing standing between the power to alter the very fabric of time and an evil megalomaniac…who also happens to be her father. As events set in motion over four millennia ago lead Lex and Marcus from Seattle to the heart of Egypt, the fate of mankind depends on one thing: the strength of Lex’s love.

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As a silent, shameful tear slid down my cheek, I asked, “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth on the plane? I imagined such awful things about you.”

He chuckled, but the sound held no amusement. “You thought the worst, and yet you were still willing to claim me as yours. You are unbelievable.”

I shifted my feet and frowned. “Claim you as mine?” I remembered thinking something similar, but I had no clue where the urge had come from. Who claims another person?

Shaking his head, Marcus said, “And you don’t even know what you did. I forget sometimes that you weren’t raised among us, that you don’t know our ways. But, it would seem that your instincts have a way of making up for your missing knowledge.” He hitched his head toward the direction of my confrontation with Sara. “What you just did—that was one of several types of claiming ceremonies. In the old ways, you just declared me yours.”

“I did? But I didn’t mean to.”

“Too late. It’s done.” He took a small step toward me, then another. “Do you know what comes next?”

Swallowing, I shook my head.

“Once the Nejeret, or Nejerette in this case, claims her intended, it’s up to the claimed to complete the ceremony by either rejecting or accepting the Nejerette,” he explained.

Looking at his boots, I asked, “How would the claimed reject the Nejerette?”

“By publicly vowing never to speak to her, touch her, or look upon her again. It’s the reason claiming is not very common.”

My eyes flew up to his, searching his face for any hint of his intentions. Will he reject me? After what I’d thought of him, I feared it was a distinct possibility.

“And how would the claimed accept the Nejerette?” I asked softly.

A slow, wolfish smile spread across Marcus’s face, and his golden eyes darkened with desire.

“Oh,” I breathed. My belly tightened, and my groin throbbed in rhythm with my suddenly speeding heartbeat.

“Would the Nejerette like her claimed to accept?” Marcus took another small step, leaving only a few feet between us.

About the Author:
Lindsey Fairleigh lives her life with one foot in a book--as long as that book transports her to a magical world or bends the rules of science. Her novels, from post-apocalyptic to time travel and historical fantasy, always offer up a hearty dose of unreality, along with plenty of adventure and romance. When she's not working on her next novel, Lindsey spends her time reading and trying out new recipes in the kitchen. She lives in the Napa Valley with her loving husband and confused cats.

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Thursday, October 03, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Rescue Me by Jody Vitek


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Can Catherine accept the consequences of a great-aunt's dying wish without losing her heart or independence?

Taking in stray, injured or needy animals, veterinarian doctor Catherine Mornelli opens the Four Hooves and Paws Rescue program. But the land where the animals are kept is being sold. She approaches her Great-Aunt Elaine about possibly using her barn. However, visiting her aunt and checking out the barn also means seeing her ex-boyfriend.

Josef Garrison farms land that once belonged to his family for generations but went to his neighbor Elaine after his great-grandfather lost it in a poker game to Catherine’s great-grandfather. When Catherine returns, he sees a way to win back her heart and the land at the same time.

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Catherine met him on the steps. “I didn’t expect you here so soon.”

“Well, if there’s water in the basement, ya don’t have time to waste.” Josef walked to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate. “I brought my pump to get the water out. Then we’ll assess the damage.”

Josef wiggled his way into water waders, put a bulky roll of tubing over his shoulder and grabbed the large pumping mechanism. “I’m assuming ya haven’t gone down there yet?” He peered back at her.

“I tried, but I couldn’t do it.”

“What is it with you and that basement?” He set the pump on the ground. “Ever since you were little, you’ve never liked going down there. You afraid of the boogeyman getting you?” He chuckled, but she didn’t find it funny.

“No. Maybe it’s the steep narrow stairs, stone walls, dirt floor and lack of windows down there. I don’t know. I get crept out.”

“Well, let’s get to work.” Josef walked in and straight for the basement.

“What do you want me to do?” She followed as far as the top of the stairwell.

He turned on the second step and looked at her. “Come stay at my place.” He stated it plain and simple, continuing down the wooden staircase and stepped into water. He turned with a stern face. “Shit, Catherine! Why didn’t you shut the water off?” and disappeared from site.

She winced. It couldn’t be helped. She tried going into the basement but couldn’t. There was mumbling from the basement, but nothing clear could be made out because of the splashing. He probably cursed her with each step.

About the Author:
Born and raised in Minnesota, Jody remains close to home, living with her husband of more than twenty years as well as three children and a cat named Holly. Growing up, she enjoyed reading V.C. Andrews' Dollanganger series, S.E. Hinton and Stephen King to name a few.

She’s traveled throughout the United States, to the Bahamas and Cancun, Mexico. Between watching soccer games, scrapbooking and being the COO of the Vitek household, she writes contemporary romances.

You can find Jody on: Facebook: Jody Vitek Author and Twitter: @JodyVitek. You can email her at: info@jodyvitek.com. Visit www.jodyvitek.com to learn more about Jody. Buy the book at Melange Books.

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Love Entwined by Danita Minnis


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Run, little witch…

AMELIE LAURENT is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon ROMAN CARDIFF steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

Run home…

An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.

From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…

When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.

Read an excerpt:

Amelie faced Mr. Cardiff. Folding her arms, she acknowledged what had passed between them and accepted his dare. “It would be my pleasure.”

Harold gave her an odd look and guided her to the divan as if she needed some guidance, which only served to irk her more. “You will be in good hands with Amelie. Did you know that she was lead designer behind Bijou’s Artisan Collection?”

“I had no idea.” There was a slight edge to Mr. Cardiff’s tone, but it was nothing compared to the arrogance that frosted his eyes. “And how is our old friend Garamonde?”

Was it possible to hate someone at first sight?

“Still old, I suppose.”

Harold coughed, and she refused to look at him. She would stare Mr. Cardiff down until closing time, if need be.

As quickly as his eyes had frosted, they warmed up again with amusement.

She could not quell the sinking feeling she had lost control of the situation. She suspected it had never been in her possession in the first place. But now that the fateful words of acceptance were out of her mouth, the wind went out of her sails.

Mr. Cardiff smiled as smoothly as he had just engineered this desired outcome. He sat down on the other end of the sofa and stretched long, muscular legs out. They nearly reached the desk Harold leaned against. A swimmer’s physique, she thought and then shut that errant thought down as quickly as it had surfaced. “Excellent,” he said. “When will you be ready to leave for St. Clair Manor?”

“Mr. Cardiff, this is highly irregular. I cannot be contracted out…” She looked at Harold.

He shrugged.

She schooled her voice back to a modicum of professionalism.

“Mr. Cardiff, we have everything we need here at Penrod’s to do the job. I can forward the sketches to you in just a few weeks’ time.”

Harold cleared his throat and belatedly, she realized what he was going to say.

“Actually, Amelie, we are also contracted for a refurbishment project.”

Merde, it would take months.

She had gone from the verge of resigning her position to yet another commitment, to him, no less.

About the Author:
I should have known I would end up here...

My sisters and I walked ten blocks to the library every Saturday morning and picked up books to read for the week.

When I was older, I spent a couple of hundred dollars at Barnes & Noble and my mother thought I was crazy. I couldn't deny it - I just had to read (but I became sort of a closet-book-buyer after that). I started writing poems first.

Song writing was next, when I realized I had a singing voice, then singing with local bands. It wasn't long before I just knew I was going to be the next singing sensation.

And now, here I am, a shower-singer (the enclosed tile room is almost as good as a studio mike) and happier than I’ve ever been, writing paranormal romance with a healthy portion of mystery, murder and reincarnation. It's romance through the ages.

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