Thursday, May 28, 2015

Win a $10 Amazon/BN GC - Book Blast: Hope by Sam Rook

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The winged knights—magically altered humans—are the only ones defending the portal from Av'lor to Earth. With defeat imminent, they find an unlikely source of hope in software engineer, Kathryn.

Kathryn doubts her life could get any worse after the death of her mother and daughter. She realizes her mistake after she arrives on Av'lor with only part of her house and hungry creatures looking for their next meal. Once the knights bring her under their protection, she discovers their angry commander is far from welcoming.

Sir Lanclor, Commander of the Knighthood, lives with the curse of betrayal. While the treachery occurred lifetimes before, few see past his guarded shell to the grim man beneath. Barely holding the Knighthood together, his grip tightens when Kathryn joins their ranks. Her stubbornness and surprising strength not only energizes the knights, but also makes Sir Lanclor question his self-imposed isolation.

With the approach of an invading army, Kathryn and Sir Lanclor must find a way to end centuries of war and save two worlds.

Enjoy an excerpt:

"Just leave it alone, Lord Alextor." Lanclor didn’t glance away from the window.

"Don’t you ‘Lord Alextor’ me, Lan." Alextor grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. "Tell me what’s going on." Alextor looked him in the eye, unwavering.

Lanclor glared at him, but knew Alextor was too stubborn to let it rest. He looked down at Alextor’s hand upon his shoulder. His friend quickly removed it. Lanclor walked over to his desk and sat down, placing his elbows upon the desk and clenching his hands together. "Yes, I had some luck."


"And what?"

"Do you know who she was?" Alextor gave him an irritated look.

"Yeah. Someone I should never have gotten involved with."

"She was that bad, huh? You’ll regroup next time, find someone better."

Lanclor looked away, clenching his jaw. "Yeah." He felt Alextor’s stare boring into the side of his head.

"By the Goddess."

"What?" Lanclor looked up with an innocent expression that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

"You pursued someone you cared for."

"I have no idea what you’re talking about." Lanclor rose from his chair. "I have reports to do. We’ll have to talk later."

"Bullshit. You write those reports for me, so if I don’t care about them right now, you shouldn’t either. Who was it, Lan?" Alextor leaned with both hands upon Lanclor’s desk, glaring at him.

Lanclor gave the window a momentary glance, then returned Alextor’s glare. "It’s not any of your business." He cursed the despair in his voice.

About the Author: Sam Rook lives in Vermont with her husband and two children. Her passion for fantasy novels began in high school with her desire to write following shortly thereafter. Software engineer by day, fantasy author by night, she strives to give her readers a chance to enjoy worlds that transport them away from the stress of everyday life.

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The Writer's View: Tracy Reed

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My writing view is a lot messy. I’m sure most writers will say, they work in impeccable, pristine spaces. I’m striving for that, but right now, it’s a lot messy. My writing space has stacks of papers on one side and a large printer on the other. I use the drawers as desk returns where I keep my planner and manuscripts I’m revising.

My office space is currently the victim of a very long renovation process. So until it’s ready, I’m working in the kitchen. I sit in front of a large screen desktop and churn out books.

What’s my temporary view like? The view to my right faces my backyard. Sounds like I’d be seeing birds and bright sunshine. Nope. I cleaned out my storage unit and everything is in the back yard. Occasionally, a squirrel or a stray cat pops by.

My other view is a window opposite the refrigerator facing my neighbors' upstairs. Funny thing, it wasn’t until a few months ago that I noticed there was bullet hole in their window.

Let’s talk about my new writing space which I hope to be in by the end of Summer. I bought a nice vintage desk for twenty-five dollars. This desk has had several lives with me. It’s new life begins with a coat of black gel paint and a glass top. Right now, it’s facing a vanilla wall and has a pink lamp. I’m thinking about painting the lamp black. We’ll see. My desk chair is another recycled piece. I’ve had this slipper chair for years. I had it slip covered in a great leopard print velvet fabric.

What’s the view like? Right now, it’s a clean white wall. However, I’m think about painting black and add vanilla colored idea boards. All I can say is, it will be a great space to work, once it’s all dressed.

MediaKit_BookCover_GenerationalCurseGENERATIONAL CURSE is the story of what happens when a celibate Christian Man befriends a woman involved with a married man. Will he run in the other direction or continue the relationship? Or will he abandon his Christian beliefs for a taste of the forbidden? Or will she learn that being with a married man isn’t the fantasy life the generations of women in her family made it appear?

Sean Prescott and Kyla James are business associates playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, hoping the other will give in. But in this high stakes game is there really a winner or will both be losers?

Enjoy an excerpt:

“I wanna get married,” Eric announced.

Kyla leaned up against the headboard. “Excuse me?”

“I want, let me rephrase that. If I want to be taken seriously as a marriage therapist, it would help if I were married.”

“I see.”

“Most of the couples I’ve been working with are beginning to question my ability to treat them, seeing I’m not married. So, what do you say?” He waited for her answer.

“That was a horrible proposal.”

“I’m sorry.” He got up and walked over to her side of the bed, took her hand in his, cleared his throat and made a second attempt. “Kyla, will you marry me.”

She looked at him for a brief moment, before replying, “Baby, I’m not Susie Homemaker. I like things the way they are.” He stood up, looking at her with no reaction. “Like I told you before, I’m not interested in marriage.”

“We don’t have to live together, it could be like it is now. Only difference is, we’d be married.”

“How is that like what we have now? I don’t want to be legally bound to you, or anyone else for that matter.” She tried to read his expression. “If this is something you feel you need to do, then I think you should get married.”

“But you said you didn’t want to get married.”

“I don’t.” She stood up and put her robe on. “Excuse me.” She walked into the kitchen and he followed her.

“I’m a little confused. You agree with my decision to get married, but you don’t want to marry me.”

“That’s correct.” She poured two glasses of champagne.

“I don’t understand.”

She took a long sip and answered him. “It’s very simple. You need a wife. Let me rephrase that, you want a showpiece. Someone your patients can relate to, right?”


“All I want from you is sex.”

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_GenerationalCurseI’m a single Christian Woman who loves God, Fashion and Cute Guys. I live in California, but consider myself a partial New Yorker because of the two and half years I lived there. I own The Pink Duchess, a lingerie site for curvy women. GENERATIONAL CURSE is my debut novel.

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Win a $15 Amazon/BN GC - Virtual Book Tour: The Huntress by Elizabeth Davis

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Kaitlin Hawthorne’s life as an heiress to her family’s multinational tech firm was over the moment she decided to pack up and flee with her father's protégé. Determined to strike out on her own, she sets sail for parts unknown but is haunted by her past mistakes and the fiancée she has left behind. Will the sins of her past ruin her chance for happiness with the man of her dreams?

Marcelo Alesi is a reformed bad boy, primed to revolutionize the tech industry. But an unexpected proposition convinces him to abandon his carefully laid plans for the chance to reclaim the only woman he has ever loved; even if it means playing fast and hard with the truth.

As the two embark on a journey, Kaitlin is drawn into the mysterious organization known as "The Order". Distrustful of the Order’s motives, and concealing secrets of his own, Marcelo fights to protect and love Kaitlin, the woman he has claimed as his own.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Astor’s gaze darkened. “It’s not like Kaitlin to go to such lengths to wash her hands of me. She’s not a risk taker. It’s part of the reason that I question her suitability as my successor. But she is my daughter and her place is by my side at this company.”

“Let her go,” Marcelo demanded on a hard breath, knowing that Astor wouldn’t easily relinquish his rigid control over Kaitlin’s life.

“Why?” Astor’s nostrils flared. “It’s obvious that it’s an emotional and reckless decision. And you’re defending her. I expect more from you, but Kaitlin…”

Broad lines grooved Astor’s forehead. He was disappointed, but he wasn’t surprised that his daughter refused to see reason and would choose to leave rather than sensibly discuss her life decisions with him.

“I know better than anyone how much you want for Kaitlin, but she needs to decide for herself what kind of woman she is. If you keep interfering with her choices, you’ll eventually lose her,” Marcelo warned.

Astor’s frustration increased, thickening the air between them. He didn’t care for the severity of Marcelo’s warning. And he sure as hell didn’t like the disrespectful tone or the forward manner in which his protégé had addressed him.

“This isn’t like you. You’re keeping something from me. What else is there?” Astor demanded.

“I think… she needs me.” Marcelo pushed off the edge of the desk, for a minute unable to meet the gaze of the man he admired most.

Astor sounded low, sarcastic laughter. “I should have seen this coming.” He shook his head in disbelief, his humor quickly dissipating. “We’re finally getting at the truth. You’re asking me if you can go with her.”

“I’m not asking.” Marcelo’s chest rose and fell on a sharp breath.

About the Author: Born in Houston, TX, in 1974, Elizabeth Davis started writing at an early age. Her first book was written for an elementary school assignment when she was eight years old. It was called Silly Excuses—a book about fantastic excuses young children can tell their parents when they have been naughty. Not only did she pass the assignment with flying colors, her teacher loved the book so much that she had it published in the school library. Elizabeth has been writing ever since. Elizabeth earned her B.A. from Bowie State University in Communications Media. Her hobbies include reading, baking, traveling with her family, and life coaching. She currently resides in The Netherlands with her husband Pawel, their son Aiden, and Hermes, the family cat.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015


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21 ALL NEW Contemporary Romance stories by NY Times, USA Today, and National Bestselling authors.

Love when it’s hot? So do we. Especially when we’re writing about gritty alphas, angsty bad boys, sizzling attraction, and unrequited passion. Turn the fan to oscillate and join us for this steamy, groundbreaking bundle of summer tales that are hot hot hot.

Included authors:
Gennita Low
Stacey Mosteller
R.J. Lewis
L. Wilder
Victoria Danann
Kym Grosso, Cat Miller, Mimi Barbour, Clarissa Wild, Teresa Gabelman, Linda Barlow, Helen Scott Taylor, Victoria James, Mona Risk
Patrice Wilton
Joan Reeves
Danielle Jamie
Terri Marie
Lorhainne Eckhart
Brandy L. Rivers
Nicole Blanchard

Enjoy an excerpt from "A Season in Gemini" by Victoria Danann

Garland pulled up in front of her building, grabbed the rolling suitcase with essential stuff, smiled at Max, the doorman, and gave him the car keys so that he could have the car parked in a two thousand dollars per month garage spot nearby. She might not use it again for weeks, or even months, but it was nice to know she could.

“I’m home!” She took a deep breath and called out to anyone who might be in the flat. Since it was Sunday that would probably be either her father or no one.

She walked the length of the kitchen and beyond to a small, but elegant and sunny breakfast room that overlooked Central Park and was rarely seen by anyone other than the two living St. Germaines and staff.

“I say, ‘I’m home!’”, she repeated as she flopped into a chair opposite where her dad was having coffee and reading the paper.

David St. Germaine looked over the top of the Wall Street Journal. “So I see.”

“Wow. Welcome home.”

He slid a section of the Sunday Times toward where she sat across the glass top table. “I second the ‘wow’.”

Before looking down at whatever he wanted her to see, she could tell that he was the farthest thing from happy. When she’d seen him two days before at graduation, he’d been delighted. He and his date for the day. Garland didn’t remember her name. There was no point. Her father rarely saw women more than once.

On the cusp of fifty, he was still handsome, with a little silver above his ears and a tan that never faded completely because he made a point of sailing twice a month, when weather and business permitted. He’d been referred to as ‘eligible bachelor’ in the, ahem, society pages more than once, but Garland doubted the veracity of that claim. Since her mother’s death, he hadn’t given anyone reason to think he was ‘eligible’.

Garland tore her eyes away from his scowl, not his most attractive expression, to look at the paper in front of her. The front and center color image was none other than herself wearing a short sparkly dress that had ridden far too high as she fell backwards spilling a colorful beverage when she went sprawling into the laps of laughing friends.

The headline read, “Germane Enterprises Princess Out on the Town. Daddy’s little girl lets her hair down and her skirt up.”

As she stared at the page, her father said, “Nice dress,” in a tone dripping with sarcasm.

Without looking up, she said quietly, “We were just having some fun. We just graduated…”

“How many times have I told you that what you do reflects on me? And, by extension, on Germane Enterprises?”

She met his glare. “Thousands.”

“That’s right! Thousands. You would think a girl capable of graduating Dartmouth summa cum laude would get it after mere dozens of times.”


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Win a $50 Amazon/BN GC - Charmed, I'm Sure by Lynda Simmons

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MediaKit_BookCover_CharmedImSureLaugh Out Loud Funny...With Just a Touch of Magic

One minute Maxine Henley is the happy bride-to-be and the next she’s the girl who gets dumped over the phone. Max has never believed in magic and fairy’s tales, but if wearing a love charm can warm her fiancé’s cold feet, she’s happy to stuff that little wooden heart next to her own and wait. The charm came with a promise that the right man will find her, guaranteed, but how can that happen when her teenage crush Sam O’Neal keeps getting in the way!

About the Author:Lynda Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late sleeper on weekends. She grew up in Toronto reading Greek mythology, bringing home stray cats and making up stories about bodies in the basement. From an early age, her family knew she would either end up as a writer or the old lady with a hundred cats. As luck would have it, she married a man with allergies so writing it was.

With two daughters to raise, Lynda and her husband moved into a lovely two storey mortgage in Burlington, a small city on the water just outside Toronto. While the girls are grown and gone, Lynda and her husband are still there. And yes, there is a cat – a beautiful, if spoiled, Birman. If you’d like to read the legend of Birman cats click here. If you’d like a link to allergy relief, click here.

When she’s not writing or teaching, Lynda gives serious thought to using the treadmill in her basement. Fortunately, she’s found that if she waits long enough, something urgent will pop up and save her - like a phone call or an e-mail or a whistling kettle. Or even that cat just looking for a little more attention!

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Friday, May 22, 2015

Win a $30 Amazon/BN GC - The Writer's View: Heidi Loeb Hegerich

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The Writer's View

I do my writing — always in daytime — on my kitchen table, since it is set in a sunlit corner of my house next to a window overlooking the broad valley known as the Truckee Meadows — home to Reno, Nevada, a high-desert burg with a river (the Truckee) running through it.

My house sits about 500 feet above the valley floor in south Reno. Like so much of northern Nevada, the Truckee Meadows is set in a “bowl”: surrounded by low mountains. That means the east-facing view from my writing chair is of the low, blue-brown Virginia Range defining the eastern side of the valley. Gazing out the window, my eyes track the expanse of the valley from fertile green agricultural acreage (much of it now dotted with housing subdivisions or business parks, rather than livestock herds). Panning north, I see the high-rise hotel-casinos beyond the river in downtown; panning south I imagine the tiny ghost town of Virginia City (still a town of inhabitants with a population of about 1,000; but not the 20,000-plus of its 1860s-70s silver-bonanza heyday as the richest city in the world), nestled in the Virginia Range beyond my eye’s reach.

On a clear, cloudless day, the greens, browns and blues of Reno paint “The Biggest Little City in the Word” in happy hues. Jet planes rising or descending from Reno-Tahoe International Airport swim in the powder-blue sky. On gray or overcast days, the mood cast in my kitchen is understandably introspective and even somber. The blanket of clouds hangs low and close to the roofs of the red-tiled houses below mine. My writing area can feel like a tiny ship on a great gray sea.

In any weather, the creative juices flow for me at my kitchen table. In my gated community set in the foothills of the Carson Range rising above the west side of the valley, a hush pervades — pierced only by the chirping or hooting of native birds such as mourning doves or quail, or disrupted by buffeting wind that only howls or whistles when the “Washoe Zephyrs” — powerful gusts — kick in, usually only in late autumn or winter. Sometimes, a writer craves utter quiescence in which to compose. Other times, a writer savors the serenade of birds, or the storm of wind and rain, or even the sonorous, river-like rush of distant traffic. In my kitchen nook, I must do without the noise of traffic; but the strains of nature always are music to my ears.

LOVE TARGET, my first book, is a novel set in the 1960s and ’70s, and none of it save for a couple short episodes takes place in Reno. But as for a physical location of a writing space, all a writer needs is a clean, well-lit place unmolested by intruders or sound pollution. Then the mind is undisturbed to voyage back in time into the memory banks. And so, from my kitchen table, I have traveled to Las Vegas, Miami Beach, New York City and Los Angeles. LOVE TARGET’s sequel is set to a great degree in Reno or its sister city, Sparks. But — as with the first book — the story comes from memory banks as well as the sections of the brain that create scenes straight out from imagination.

When I need inspiration, I stare out the window . . . and allow my mind to wander until my memories are stirred and my imagination flies freely. The city and valley below are important not for being Reno and the Truckee Meadows — but for the mesmerizing patchwork of the painting they constitute, and the symphony of their sounds.

Teenager Ingrid Liebschreiber is devastated when her parents move the family from their native Munich to Los Angeles in the late 1950s. Homesick, she accepts a neighbor's offer to get her a job as a showgirl in Las Vegas.

Intent on earning enough money to return to Germany, she must grow up quickly in the neon jungle - where she is pursued by high rollers and headliners, including a vacationing Elvis.

Life's twists and turns land Ingrid in New York in the Swinging 1960s - where she is romanced by Armand: a strong, quiet, handsome businessman in "construction." Most girls dream of Mr. Right, and Ingrid's hard-won independence is challenged when she falls in love.

Will she find true romance - a man who can love her as much as she loves him? Or is "happily ever after" just a crazy fairytale?

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Rascal, you sit yourself right down there.” Elvis motioned at the bed.

He picked up a shiny guitar. It was honey yellow, and the face had a rust-red design below the sound hole, decorated with golden orbs and stems like dandelions.

“Oh, it is beautiful, Elvis!”

He held it up proudly. “This is my Gibson. Ain’t she sweet?”

He sat on a chair cradling the expensive guitar. He delicately plucked the top string with his thumb and gently strummed the other strings with his fingers.

Soft strains filled the room.

“This little number is from my first movie.”

As he began singing, I recognized the melody.

“Love me tender . . .”

Elvis gazed at me as he serenaded, his eyes big, brilliantly blue, dreamy. His song sang straight into my heart. I tingled like I’d been caught in a breeze. Could he see my skin quivering? He could definitely see my cheeks reddening.

Elvis finished with a slow downward strum, thumbing each string individually, a sweet arpeggio. He let the last note ring and fade away.

He looked up and smiled.

“Don’t I sound like Bing Crosby?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned the guitar against the dresser and in the next instant was on the bed, an arm slung around my shoulder. His other hand grasped and turned my chin.

Elvis’ mouth was warm and gentle. Our tongues met. Just as quickly, his retreated.

Our mouths puckered again. Elvis’ lips worked softly against mine. They moved away and began pecking my face with slow, small kisses. My lower lip burned. Elvis had sunk his teeth in with a hard nip.

He released it just as quickly and turned away with a bashful look. It was like he was a nervous teenager. Was this all an act? Or was he just a giant flirt?

About the Author:
Heidi Loeb Hegerich has lived in places as varied as Munich, Las Vegas, Miami Beach, New York, Los Angeles, Squaw Valley and Reno. She has worked variously as a showgirl, business executive, entrepreneur, interior designer and real estate developer. She has traveled to six of the seven continents, and vacationed in spots as different as the French Riviera, the Andes and Afghanistan. She counts among her hobbies weight training, shooting assault rifles, and racing sand rails; she found skydiving entertaining but not as much of a rush as other pursuits.

A philanthropist for the arts, among other causes, Hegerich is now embarking on her own artistic quest as an author. The novel Love Target is her first book.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Win a $25 Amazon/BN GC - Virtual Book Tour: Welcome to Temptation by Charlotte Hughes

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With a hurricane closing in on Temptation, Louisiana, Michelle Thurston fails to convince her stubborn grandmother to leave her home on the bayou. Sheriff Gator Landry arrives by boat, hell-bent on forcing the elderly recluse to evacuate. He is stunned to find Michelle, who was just 16 years old when he courted her one steamy summer.

Now, at 32, Michelle comes face-to-face with the man whose kisses tempted her to lose control, only this time there is no place to run. Although Gator is not about to leave the two women defenseless, Michelle can’t help but wonder if he is more dangerous to her than anything the storm can do.

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“We need to get out of these wet things,” Michelle said, crossing her arms in front of her in an attempt to hide herself. She shivered as Gator continued to stare. He still had the power to make her body go berserk when he looked at her that way. Those glittering black eyes didn’t miss a thing. It was as though he were capable of seeing past flesh and bone to her inner workings, all of which shook at the moment as violently as the tree limbs outside the window. She was certain he knew what that look did to her. He had it down to an art. And if it had had a powerful effect on her at sixteen, it was doubly so now at thirty-two.

“That’s the best idea I've heard all day," Gator said, shrugging out of his shirt. He mopped his brow and chest with it and ran it across the back of his neck.

Michelle wondered if he had any idea how sensual that simple act was. He was all rippling muscles and taut flesh. Goose pimples stood out on his shoulders and his nipples puckered from the chill in the room. His arms were lean and as brown as the rest of him. The room seemed to shrink to the size of a shoe box. Michelle had seen enough male bodies in her job to know that the one before her was one of the best she’d ever laid eyes on.

Gator would have had to be blind not to notice her perusal. The grin he shot her was brazen. “Like what you see, Mic?”

About the Author:
Charlotte Hughes published her first category romance in 1987, a Bantam Books’ Loveswept, titled Too Many Husbands, which immediately shot to #1 on the Waldenbooks Bestseller list. She went on to write almost thirty books before the line closed in 1998.

Although Charlotte is widely known for her laugh-out-loud romantic comedies, she went on to pen three Maggie-Award winning thrillers for Avon Books in the late nineties, before resuming her first love, funny stories about people falling in love. She thrilled readers with her hilarious books, A New Attitude and Hot Shot, the latter of which won the Waldenbooks Greatest Sales Growth Achievement in 2003.

Her books received so many accolades that she was invited to co-author the very popular Full House series with mega-star author Janet Evanovich.

With that series behind her, Charlotte began her own, starring psychologist Kate Holly; What Looks Like Crazy, Nutcase, and High Anxiety, creating a list of somewhat kooky but always loveable and funny ensemble characters.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Win a $75 Amazon/BN GC - Book Tour: Beacon by Angela Brown

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Welcome to My World of Dream, Angela. Please tell us a little about yourself and how you became a writer.

I’m a single mom and am employed full time with a title that’s pretty much the same as corporate peon (lol!). After putting my precious one to sleep each night, I change out those hats and frolic in the passion that challenges my imagination and is now a part of who I am: my writing. I finally took my writing dream seriously after having my daughter. I want her to go for her dreams, big or small, and I’m choosing to walk the walk instead of just talking the talk.

Would you share with our followers the inspiration(s) behind your latest book release?
Beacon, my YA urban fantasy dystopian, is inspired by The Hunger Games. I enjoyed the story of self-sacrifice and brute survival, but I wondered what it would be like if the situation were different. What if, instead of dreading to be picked, being selected was coveted by every citizen? What if there was so much more to the strict rules and regulations? What if the world, as it stood, became that way for reasons no one wants to make public? It was the questions that drove Beacon into being.

Are you a self-published author, which would include POD publishers, or are you with a traditional publisher?
I’m something of a hybrid author. I started with self-publishing but I also chose to query a title or two. I sent Beacon to Evernight Teen publishing and I was thrilled they wanted to pick it up for their catalog. Both self-publishing and querying are challenging paths and I’m keeping them both open as options for future projects.

Is this the genre you generally write in? Have you considered others? 

I haven’t locked myself into one genre. Beacon is a genre masher of urban fantasy and dystopian. My Shadow Jumpers titles are paranormal. And I have a few ideas percolating that are of the contemporary category.

Do you have other published works?
Yes, I have my Shadow Jumpers titles and my NEO Chronicles: Characters Revealed novellas that I’ve self-published. Also, as part of Untethered Realms, I’ve published a short story titled In the Know in our Twisted Earths anthology.

Do you write under a pen name?
Yes. I write erotica/erotic romance under the pen name Rayven Godchild. Publishing these stories has been quite fun. But bear in mind, this stuff is for mature audiences only

Illustrations and photo selections for covers are vital to successful to marketing. Do you use an illustrator or photographer for your book(s)? If so do you always use the same one, or do you shop around?
For my self-published works, I’ve contracted with only a couple of graphic designers to provide me with covers I love for my novels. I’ve only used one illustrator to design a character for me. She was referred by a trusted author I know. Working with Corona was absolutely wonderful. Actually, that’s how I find who I choose to work with, through word of mouth.

Do you spend a lot of time plotting your stories, or do you just run with it?
I’m a “plantser” lol! I do what I like to call “light plotting” early on with a skeletal outline of the story. This way, I have an idea of the beginning, middle, and end. But I keep things free-flow so that I can embark on muse-inspired detours. These breaks from the outline tend to reap some interesting turns and twists in the plot that end up being some of the interesting tidbits of my stories.

What Point of view do you feel most comfortable with, first person or third? Have you ever tried using the second person in any of your works?
 I like first person POV a lot because of how deep into the character’s perspective you can get. But I’m just as comfortable in third person POV and find it advantageous for setting up scenarios that can’t be done while locked into the perspective of only one character with first person. I haven’t tried second person yet. That would require some research and reading to get a bit more familiar with that POV technique.

What do you think the future holds for a writer?
Writing is a marathon, not the 220 yd dash. For the writer intent on being the next one hit wonder, I wish them luck in getting that breakout novel published and earning as much money as possible. But for the writer aware that publishing is a process of writing, publishing, marketing, and repeat for each project they get behind, the future holds some wonderful opportunities for growth, discovery, and making dreams come true.

Tsunamis reduced the USA into a shell of itself, called The Fold. Surviving humans and vampires joined forces to form The Colony, where registered citizens do as they're told.

They donate blood quarterly and dream of being chosen as Attendees for the Jubilee celebrations, that is, everyone except Macie Breen. With high school graduation near, she’s anxious to ditch the rules in hopes of starting a new life with Thane, an unregistered and also her best friend.

Her hopes fizzle when Macie is selected as an Attendee, forever registered. Any future with Thane…impossible. Being chosen comes with another unexpected price.

Truths about The Colony blaze into ashes and lies when she discovers the vampires haven't kept their part of the bargain. Worst still, Macie’s life unravels as her stint in the city of Bliss forces her to face daunting truths about who, and what, she really is.

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Thane tapped the door. “Would it help if I said I didn’t see anything?”


He snickered some more. I cringed. Embarrassment coursed through me, heating every inch of my skin.

“Would it help if I told you what I did see looked beautiful?”

I hesitated half a heartbeat. “Don’t lie to me!”

“It’s not a lie.” He didn’t laugh. His voice, his tone, quiet, honest.

I stared at the door and wanted to giggle myself. Flutters erupted in my belly.

About the Author:
Born and raised in Little Rock, AR, Angela now calls Central Texas home. She's a lover of Wild Cherry Pepsi and chocolate/chocolate covered delicious-ness. Steampunk, fantasy and paranormal to contemporary - mostly young adult - fill her growing library of books. Mother to a rambunctious darling girl aptly nicknamed Chipmunk, life stays busy. Her favorite quote keeps her moving: "You may never know what results come of your action, but if you do nothing there will be no result." ~ Mahatma Gandhi

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Win a $20 Amazon/BN GC: Virtual Book Tour- The Forty Watt Flowers by C.M. Subasic

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Once upon a rhythm time

“In Athens, you can’t swing a guitar without hitting a musician.”
Flagpole, Athens’ arts and entertainment weekly.

Athens is a very Southern town. You can find the usual soul food fare: finger-licking fried chicken, barbecue, sweet tea and un-sweet tea. Folks are so charming they’ve perfected the art of saying 'no' while sounding as if they’re saying ‘yes.’

At the downtown core is the old university campus with its bone white buildings surrounded by meandering footpaths. There's the walkable downtown with such a variety of restaurants and shops I challenge you to get bored.

Small and rural this town is in so many respects, but it’s got big-city culture, especially when it comes to music. It may have a measly population of 100,000, but it’s home to over 400 bands of assorted varieties and lots of places for them to play in.

Around every corner there's a music venue. From small holes in the wall to refined symphony halls. The most famous venue is 40-Watt, a club that started out in someone’s studio with nothing more than a 40-watt bulb as the stage lighting system. The club opened and closed multiple spaces all over town until it found its current home on Washington.

The music of Athens skips from genre to genre, as naturally as the kudzu leaves flapping in the breeze. There's far out, gut-wrenching metal on metal, the rhapsodic lilt of violin, combinations of accordion with steel drums, and the down home friendliness of a singer songwriter with a plain-old guitar on a barstool on a patio on a gorgeous sunny day.

Music festivals are timed throughout the year much like the flowers of the South. If it’s March it’s Slingshot. If it’s June, it must be the magnolia of all festivals, AthFest.

There was music before the 1980s, of course. Lots of music. But then three special things happened. The B-52s got the world dancing to Rock Lobster. Pylon inspired bands everywhere (the least known band that influenced so many others. REM launched a career that still resonates.

The Forty Watt Flowers attempts to capture the spirit of this town. The spirit of funky. Of DIY. Of making something out of nothing with the hope that you can make someone somewhere feel some of your passion.

I made the band all girls because I see the South as a very feminine place. But also, I was interested in exploring why it is that when a guy has a goal it’s seen as noble, but when a girl has a goal, it’s treated like a passing phase. It’s “cute” or “flighty” or roll your eyes ridiculous. Men are forgiven so many responsibilities of life when they have something they want to do, but a woman is still expected to do the laundry. Like… what’s up with that? For women, the hurdles are always higher (and sometimes we make those hurdles ourselves).

The spirit of Athens keeps on jiggling, bouncing and jiving into the future. Here’s a video of current Athens musical wizard, Kishi Bashi and his song Philosophize in it! Chemicalize With it! His music is effervescent, addictive super-pop. It will brighten your mood and replay in your thoughts for days.

All Trisha wants to do is create something meaningful. Since she's living in Athens, GA, she brings four other women together and the rock band The Forty Watt Flowers is formed. But making good music isn't as easy as it sounds. From the jock atmosphere of the garage where they rehearse to the beer-soaked bars when they gig, these five young women struggle to find beauty in the mess of notes they try to play and the chaos of their lives.

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First Rehearsal, Aline & Trisha

Trisha sat on the curb beside her. "Aline, I’m not an experienced musician or anything. I have no idea what we’re doing. I’m just—"

"You’re going to do very well at this, I can tell," Aline said.


"I just can, that’s all."

Their gazes met. Aline’s smile was so open, like a warm bath.

Trisha asked, "When you write a poem, how do you do it?"

Aline bit her lip. "A poem for me …" She shook her head, started again, "The first thing I do is I get all quiet and I listen."


Aline nodded. "I start with something that resonates with me," she said. "It’s like I’m looking for the seed. That seed has to shake, like all of inside me is just going B-O-I-N-G-! B-O-I-N-G-!"

Trisha repeated, "Boing."

Aline sang, drawing it out, "B-O-I-N-G —I-N-G!"

Trisha repeated, "B-O-I-N-G —I-N-G!"

Aline smiled. "You got it." Then with eyes intent on that interior space of hers, she continued, "Well, that boing gives me a beat. Some days, there’s nothing there. Other days, there’s ten or twelve ideas screaming and it scares me. And then I—"

A thought rang like a chord, high and clear in Trisha’s thoughts. She wasn’t sure if it was because of what Aline had said, or if she’d just needed the space to let it appear. But there it was. She jumped up.

"Aline?" she said.


"We need to get back in there."

About the Author:
Colleen is award-winning editor who started her writing life as a playwright. She has had 7 plays produced across Canada and worked with the likes of Samantha Bee (yes, from The Daily Show) and Leah Cherniak.

Her plays include Back Alley Boys about the hardcore punk scene in Toronto, Eye am Hear which tells the tale of a luddite teenage squatters at some undetermined punkish time in the future, A Brief Case of Crack Addicted Cockroaches about the relationship between the media and politics featuring a city councillor who smokes crack (which was never produced because it was too off the wall) and Interbastation about the beauty in ugliness and the ugliness in beauty. Her novel Public Image tied for second in the Anvil Press International 3-day Novel competition.

In addition to her work as a playwright, Colleen puts on the dramaturgy, editor and script doctor hats for a range of publishers, producers and writer clients. She has a Master in Creative Writing from the prestigious UBC Department of Theatre, Film and Creative Writing and has taught play writing at the university level. She's also done the Board of Directors thing with the Playwrights Guild of Canada, The Playwrights Theatre Centre in Vancouver and other arts organizations.

She was managing editor of Taking the Stage: Selections from plays by Canadian Women which was selected as the "most saleable dramatic publication of the year" by the Canadian Booksellers' Association. She has also been awarded Arts Council grants by the province of Ontario and Nova Scotia. She has served on the judging panel of several internationl novel awards. Her one-person play Interbastation was selected as one of the top-10 best shows by CBC Winnipeg in 1998.

She lived in Athens from 1999 to 2001 and, while there, reviewed and edited manuscripts for Hill Street Press.

Colleen currently resides in her birthplace, Toronto, with three grey cats and a drawer full of lint brushes.

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Win a book: Chapels on the Hill by Virginia McCullough

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When tragedy struck, Sonia and Aaron’s reason to be together seemed to slip away, along with the love they once shared. Both believe they’ll find closure at an event dedicating a music pavilion to their son, allowing them to say a final goodbye and freeing them to commit to new relationships. But instead of finding peace, memories of the life they shared with their son, Matt, stir up unexpected feelings, prompting them to relive both sweet and painful times of their shared memories of the life they shared…

And they can’t forget Matt’s special gift…

By age five, Matt’s cello teacher declared him a child prodigy. But life with a prodigy can become complicated and even strains Aaron and Sonia’s marriage. Sonia is forced to balance her commitment to Matt and his music with running Chapel’s Botanical Garden, a business she created to save Aaron’s family’s land. Aaron’s law practice leads him to high-profile cases all over the country. Aaron is concerned about music dominating Matt’s childhood, but he eventually understands his son’s gift is already leading him to a life far away from their home in Lady’s River, Wisconsin.

When Matt is taken from them unexpectedly, Aaron and Sonia turn in different directions, eventually going their separate ways. It seems to be working…or is it? For Sonia and Aaron, only a trip through the past will allow them to redeem the future—perhaps even find a shared future again.

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Sonia switched back and forth between two cable news stations and an old made-for TV movie she’d seen a couple of times, determined to stay upright and awake. When sleepiness overtook her, she’d head to bed. No more dozing off in the den. This catch-as-catch-can lifestyle she’d sunk into after coming back from Pearson Pond had begun to embarrass her.

First, she’d call the painter in the morning. Even if she reconnected with Ben—maybe even began planning a future with him—she’d still need to fix up the house before she could sell it. And the den was as good a place to start as any.

She picked at the fraying fabric on the arm of the couch. No wonder she felt off balance. She spent most of her time at home in a room she last painted a sophisticated pale gray. But time had darkened the walls, and now they looked drab and sad, begging for new life, like the whole house had the day she first stood in the living room imagining herself living there.

She and Aaron had poured their new-found passion into the house, discovering each other and reveling in the miracle that they’d fallen in love.

No more ancient history. Move on. Maybe selling the place was the only way to make a fresh start. What was she hanging on to it for, anyway? She wouldn’t want to live in it with Ben. No, the house belonged to her old life.

Studying the walls in the den, she settled on replacing the gray with a brighter ivory, with the far wall painted in a butterscotch yellow for contrast. Then she’d hang the paintings she’d bought at various art exhibits at the garden over the last few years. Too distracted to decide where to hang them, she’d stashed them in the attic for safekeeping.

Sonia left the couch and knelt on the rug in front of the shelves. Before she could change her mind, she scooped up a row of paperbacks and spread them out in front of her. She needed two piles, one for the keepers and one for the giveaways.

No lingering allowed. If she let the memories grab hold of her, she’d hear echoes of Aaron teasing her about her gritty murder mysteries. But even as she sorted, little snippets popped into her mind and she couldn’t order them back into their hiding places.

She sat back on her heels and recalled the day, only a week or two before Matt was born, when she’d flopped into the easy chair to read. She’d ended up resting the open book across her swollen belly and dozed, opening her eyes when she’d felt Aaron’s lips on her forehead. “Having sweet dreams?” he’d asked, holding up the book and pointing to the bloody knife on the cover.

She smiled at the memory of his amused eyes.

“Enough of that,” she said out loud. Distracting herself by gathering up a second armful of books, she quickly tossed them into one pile or the other.

Bestselling author Virginia McCullough’s fiction titles include Amber Light, Greta's Grace, Island Healing, Book 1 of her St. Anne's Island Series, and The Chapels on the Hill. The Jacks of Her Heart, which releases in May 2015, offers a lighter take on romance in middle-age. Her novels offer hope, healing, and plenty of second chances—and her characters always share some fun and laughter along the way, too. A lifelong writer, Virginia has written over 100 books as a ghostwriter or coauthor. Her clients include well-known doctors, lawyers, professional speakers, and individuals with a story to tell. She’s come to see that her nonfiction work also offers readers hope and healing. Virginia coauthored (w/Lynda McDaniel) Write Your Book Now and Storytelling Toolkit, both available on She currently lives in Wisconsin. Visit Virginia online:






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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Win a $10 Amazon/BN GC: Permanent Spring Showers by Scott D. Southard

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Professor Rebecca Stanley-Wilson is having a very bad season. The ramifications of one torrid evening with one of the great upcoming painters of his generation, will not only be felt across her life but over the entire art world. Sexy, funny, and very surprising, Permanent Spring Showers is the tale of one very memorable springtime and how it impacts a group of unique artists and dreamers. From the the hopeful Olympian with the failing marriage to the writer who is creating a new literary movement (through outright manipulation) to the romantic wondering what he did wrong to drive away the love of his life, each tale walks the line between reality and fantasy. And waiting at the end of the line is a very important painting... and possibly the revolver used in the Lincoln Assassination.

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“What are you thinking? She’s an escort!”

“I’m in love, Steve. After sitting through the first twenty minutes of this lunch, it’s obvious you certainly still remember what that feeling is like.” He pushed his plate forward.

"But Clark…” I began.

He interrupted, “And it’s not like she wants to do that her entire life, Steve, if that is what is troubling you. She is doing it to pay for college.”

I stopped, the car of my mind shifting gears again. “Wait, did you say ‘is’? Do you mean she is still doing it?”

“Well, times are tough all over,” Clark replied far too calmly for my taste. “Have you seen college tuition rates this year?”

“And she’s really in college?” I asked, shocked. I began to wonder if I was on one of those TV shows and a camera was hidden in a bush nearby me.

My shock was perfectly mirrored by the opposite reflection of the casualness of my brother.

“You didn’t think I would marry an idiot did you, Steve? I need to be mentally challenged, you know that. She is studying education; her dream’s to teach third graders.”

“You’re engaged to a hooker…”

“Escort,” he corrected quickly for a third time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sarcastically. “You are engaged to an active escort who wants to be an elementary school teacher?”

“Yes,” Clark said with a dramatic point across the table at me. “And Steve, this is where you come in. You need to help me introduce her to mom and dad.”

Scott D. Southard is the author of A Jane Austen Daydream, Maximilian Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare, My Problem With Doors, Megan, 3 Days in Rome and Me Stuff in addition to his latest release, Permanent Spring Showers. His eclectic writing has also found its way into radio, as Scott was the creator of the radio comedy series The Dante Experience. The production was honored with the Golden Headset Award for Best MultiCast Audio and the Silver Ogle Award for Best Fantasy Audio Production. Scott received his Master's in writing from the University of Southern California. Scott can be found on the internet via his writing blog “The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard" where he writes on topics ranging from writing, art, books, TV, writing, parenting, life, movies, and writing. He even shares original fiction on the site. His blog can be found at Scott is also the fiction book reviewer for WKAR's daily radio show Current State.

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Monday, May 11, 2015

Enter to win a $20 Amazon/BN GC - Book Blast: Love, Loss and Longing in the Age of Reagan by Iris Dorbian

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It's the early 1980s, MTV is in its infancy, the Internet does not exist, Ronald Reagan is president and yuppies are ruling Wall Street. Edie is a naïve NYU student desperate to lose her virginity and to experience adventure that will finally make her worldly, setting her further apart from her bland suburban roots. But in her quest to mold herself into an ideal of urban sophistication, the New Jersey-born co-ed gets more than she bargained for, triggering a chain of events that will have lasting repercussions.

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It was an era before cell phones, the Internet did not exist, disco was dying, about to be swallowed whole by New Wave and AIDS, which hadn’t yet broken into the mainstream, would soon become a death sentence ending a person’s life within two years of infection. Carter had only one year left of his failed, one-term presidency. Reaganomics—and yuppies—were looming.

Though still heavily ravaged by the urban blight that had nearly decimated it earlier in the decade, New York City was starting to undergo a period of renewal and rebirth thanks to its new feisty mayor Ed Koch.

Into this fray I entered as an NYU student, naïve, curious, not knowing what the future would bring. But then I didn’t care, choosing to live in the present. Willful obliviousness suited me just fine.

Peter, my first real boyfriend (translated into the vernacular: the first guy I slept with), used to always tell me I was an existentialist. But that confused me especially because I knew that underneath this veneer that classmates used to say was so deep and cerebral lurked a fluttery airhead, more influenced by appearances and artifice than she let on.

I had briefly studied existentialism when I was a high school senior taking advanced humanities with Mrs. Stein at Fair Lawn High School, an unusually good public school made possible by the enormous taxes levied against its local citizenry.

Mrs. Stein was very eclectic with the syllabus. We read Thomas Hardy’s “Tess of the D’Urbervilles,” (a book about wronged innocence that resonated strongly with my callow self), Homer’s “The Odyssey,” Somerset Maugham’s “Of Human Bondage” and Albert Camus’ “The Stranger,” the latter considered both a literary classic and a benchmark of the existential movement.

“The Stranger” was about an emotionally impassive Frenchman, Mersault, who experiences all sorts of tragedies—he even murders someone and goes on trial for it—while remaining curiously detached throughout. Was he a sociopath? Did he feel any kind of remorse for his actions? Why didn’t he cry when his mother died?

When Mrs. Stein would describe the protagonist as someone who embodied the existential doctrine of self-determination and assuming responsibilities for one’s choices, all I could think of was a sleek and tall Frenchman, fashionably attired in black from head to toe, wearing a beret and sitting in a Parisian café, sipping lattes and eating croissants while having animated philosophical discourses with friends and borderline foes. It was an image of sophistication I was desperate to emulate ever since my parents took me two years earlier to Café Feenjon on MacDougal Street to hear Israeli musicians play cheesy Middle-Eastern music.

About the Author:
Iris Dorbian is a former actress turned business journalist/blogger. Her articles have appeared in a wide number of outlets that include the Wall Street Journal, Reuters, Venture Capital Journal, DMNews, Playbill, Backstage, Theatermania, Live Design, Media Industry Newsletter and PR News. From 1999 to 2007, Iris was the editor-in-chief of Stage Directions. She is the author of “Great Producers: Visionaries of the American Theater," which was published by Allworth Press in August 2008. Her personal essays have been published in Blue Lyra Review, B O D Y, Embodied Effigies, Jewish Literary Journal, Skirt! Diverse Voices Quarterly and Gothesque Magazine.

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Monday, May 04, 2015

Win a $25 Amazon/BN GC - Way to Go by Mandy Colton

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MediaKit_BookCover_WayToGoVeronica Lane works in the travel industry in her dream job when she experiences a hellish travel day ending in the loss of her job and stranded far from home. To make the situation even worse, she drowns her sorrows in the hotel bar, and wakes the next morning to a big surprise.

Gathering up the remains of her dignity along with her travel bags, she returns to her hometown in Peachtree City, Georgia. A community similar to a progressive Mayberry, except with golf cart paths and carts. A lot of them. Her family is kooky. The parents are sexually free and liberal, her brother is a golf cart cop with more good looks and brawn than brains. Her grandparents, one from each side, live in the same retirement community and maintain a constant battle while entertaining the other senior citizens. The Grandmother on her dad's side is stuck in the 1960’s, and the Grandfather on her mother's side served in WWII and thinks that the Japanese are still trying to kill him.

She calls inquiring about a job in the newspaper, a group escort for a small tour company in Atlanta. She is hired immediately and leaves the next day with her first group to Jamaica. First, she meets a handsome pilot with the charter airline they use, and then there is one unusual group participant that doesn’t seem to belong. He leaves the group for periods of time and when things happen, he uses MacGyver like skills to get them out of the situations. She is aggravated and knows something is fishy and the bad thing is, the man is very charismatic and she’s not just a little attracted to him.

Upon their return, she finds out that the man is friends with her rather unconventional boss and after a second unusual group excursion to Puerto Rico; she knows for sure that the little tour company in Atlanta is not really what it seems on the outside. When the truth is revealed, she finds herself unintentionally dropped into a new career that she can't exactly add to her resume.

Veronica finds herself in uncomfortable and hilarious situations, surrounded by crazy tour participants, family, friends, neighbors, and pets. After a long dry spell, she finds that there is suddenly an overabundance of romance, drama, and intrigue in her life. Her life is now a sometimes very bumpy, yet exciting ride.

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One thing we Southerners liked was our red velvet cake. I even remembered a fierce battle over one between some of the female relatives at a couple of our family reunions. The rivalry had lasted for years. Aunt Darlene thought hers was better than Aunt Gerta’s, and she’d gotten caught trying to sabotage the other aunt’s cake. The next year, Aunt Gerta had just picked up Aunt Darlene’s cake and dumped it. That resulted in a catfight out in the yard and the family dog barfing up a piece of Gerta’s wig when all the kids were eating watermelon later that day. What a great memory.

Plowing through my warm plate of chocolaty red velvet pancakes had brought up that warm and fuzzy memory. I shoveled another bite of pancake with the cream cheese icing and powdered sugar on top and then took a bite of my bacon and looked at the table. It was covered with plates. I looked up at Wes, who shoveled his own mound of food into his mouth. He had pretty much ordered and eaten one of everything on the menu.

Wes could be a dimwit of a brother, but I guess he was considered handsome. His hair was brown with red highlights, and he had our dad’s chiseled good looks and Mom’s eyes. He was tall and muscular, and the girls seemed to like him a lot. He had also always been into sports; he’d played football and was on the track team in high school.

I knit my brows. “How the hell do you eat that way and look like you do?”

He burped and grinned, raising his arm to show me his bicep muscle. “I work out every day at the gym next to the station. We get a discount because we serve the community. Need to stay in tip-top shape, and the women really dig the muscles. I’m ready for anything. Bring it on, bad guys. Grrr!” He chuckled and went back to shoveling.

I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re a golf cart cop. When’s the last time you ran over a felon?”

About the Author:Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. She’s a fan of romance, fun adventure stories, and some occasional sci-fi or paranormal thrown in. Veronica Lane and the idea for her adventures came from her own experiences and career working in the travel industry.

She claims that working in the travel business could be horribly stressful but was equally laugh-out-loud funny at times. She enjoyed many priceless and comical experiences with groups, friends, and peers. Even her clients shared humorous adventures of their own. Her opinion is that there just are no better stories than those that involve true life.

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