Friday, September 13, 2019

#SALE .99 HER FAKE ROMANCE by best-selling author Donna Fasano

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“The author's style was pure delight. Modern and very entertaining. I never would have thought that a fake romance could be so funny and emotional at the same time. HJ Top Pick!” ♥♥♥♥♥

“Mom, get a life!” 

 Her teenage daughter's words are daunting. True, struggling single mom Julia Jones hasn't had a date in over a decade, but she could still catch a man—if she needed to! So Julia, who claims not to want a husband, finds herself entangled in a harebrained scheme meant to prove that her life isn’t dishwater dull. 

Ryan Shane is tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. And he just so happens to need a no-strings date himself. Their plan is perfectly thought out. Until a conveniently staged good-night kiss turns into very inconvenient passion that turns this fake romance into something head-spinningly real. This book contains bonus material that includes several delicious recipes!

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“I loved the emotional build-up with just the right amount of sexual tension.” ~Kindle Reader

“…strong characters, heated passion.” ~Romantic Times

Thursday, September 12, 2019

#SALE .99 Age of Innocence Box Set, Books 1-3 by Debra Elizabeth

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Three sweet regency romances in the Age of Innocence series.

Eighteen-year-old Emily Stanton is excited to attend this Season’s balls and begin her search for a husband. She is thrilled when the dashing and handsome Connor Preston begins to court her. After each ball, Emily finds a love note in her drawstring reticule, and she expects a marriage proposal from Connor any day.

When her father objects and forces Emily to accept the proposal from Lady Tisbury's shy nephew, Ethan Richardson instead, her heart is broken. How can she love her new husband when her heart belongs to the man who wrote her such beautiful love letters?

Isabel Knott learns the father she never knew has left her a sizeable dowry. The news comes with one restriction--she can never reveal his name. During her first Season, Isabel falls madly in love with Colby Tisbury, but she's afraid his father, Viscount Tisbury, will never accept her as his daughter-in-law because of her lack of connections.

Colby Tisbury must marry, and soon. If he doesn't find a bride before the end of the Season, his father will supply one. Then Colby meets sassy Isabel Knott, and everything changes--but can he go against his father's wishes and marry a girl utterly lacking in family and connections? Isabel is forced to make an impossible choice - reveal her secret identity and bring shame to her true father or lose Colby forever.

Miss Hannah Richardson is enjoying a Season in London. She's not looking for a husband, at least not this Season. She wants to enjoy herself before settling down to married life. All that changes, however, when she sees the Duke of Wetherby. He's tall, dark and impossibly handsome and someone Hannah wants to get to know better.

Camden Darkin, the Duke of Wetherby, is not fond of attending soirees, dinners or balls, but his latest mission for the Crown demands he mingle with the ton. He has vowed not to marry because of his dangerous work and the constant bevy of beauties anxious mothers throw into his path is not tempting him in the least. That is, until he meets Hannah Richardson, a young woman unlike any other he's ever met. Can he learn to love or will his hardened heart rob him of the very thing he needs the most?

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

9/11/01 - NEVER FORGET

September 11, 2001 was a day that will go down in history as the most deadly attack on the United States. The images were horrific from that day. I remember it so clearly. My daughter had called me and told me a plan had hit the first tower at 8:46 am. Everyone in the office piled into the conference room to watch the news. No one knew what was going on--was it an accident, was it an attack? 

All too soon after that first plane hit the tower, we all watched in horror as the another plane hit the second tower at 9:03 am. I remember thinking it was like watching a Hollywood blockbuster movie, but sadly, it was no movie. It was all too real. 3,000 people lost their lives that day in New York. More lives were lost in Pennsylvania and the Pentagon as two more planes were involved in attacks against the United States.

A new tower has been built as an testament to the American spirit of never letting our enemies defeat us. As the new structure rose up into the sky, we could take comfort in knowing that we would also be honoring all those who died in those horrific attacks.

We should all take a moment to reflect on all we should be grateful for--family, friends and anything else that is near and dear to you. My heart aches for all those who lost a loved one on that tortuous day. Time will never dull the outrage we felt watching that destruction, but maybe time will help heal the hearts of all those who suffered that day.

#Excerpt: GEORGIE'S SECRET by Elsa Kurt

Georgie’s Secret
Elsa Kurt
(Welcome To Chance, #3)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Secrets in a small town never stay secret for long.
Charles and Georgie Brightsider have been the image of the perfect marriage for as long as anyone can remember.
After fifty years together, no one could imagine them having secrets from each other. Until Georgie’s secret comes back to haunt her, that is.
Now she has no choice but to go back in time and relive the past… and face the consequences in the present.
Find out what happens next to the Brightsider’s and the rest of the residents of Chance in book three, Georgie’s Secret.

Author Bio:
Elsa Kurt is a multi-genre, indie & traditionally published author to eight contemporary women's fiction novels, and several romance novellas.
She has also penned several children's books (written as Melanie Cherniack), and a book of empowerment & inspirations based on her life experiences.
She is a lifelong New England resident and married mother of two grown children. Visit her website,, and join her in 'Finding Beauty in the Imperfections of Life'. Follow Elsa on social media: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram: @authorelsakurt. Elsa is also on Goodreads, AllAuthor, and YouTube as well.

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Monday, September 9, 2019

#Excerpt: THE LAST HUNTSMAN by Page Morgan

The Last Huntsman
Page Morgan
Publication date: September 9th 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

No women. No children. No torture.
The Huntsman has his rules.
For years, Tobin has done his emperor’s bidding, eliminating threats to the Empire of Morvansk. But when he is ordered to kill the lovely Princess Mara, Tobin’s absolute loyalty ends. The emperor’s punishment is swift and lethal, and Tobin is left with only one desire: vengeance.
Stay quiet. Stay hidden. Stay free.
These are the rules Ever lives by.
Raised as a boy by her overprotective father, Ever has something the Morvansk emperor covets: mirror magic. With it, she can see anyone, anywhere, through the mirror’s glass. The emperor stole her mother years ago for this same magic, and now, he wants Ever, too.
When Ever’s mirror shows the wounded rebel huntsman approaching her village, she’s compelled to help him. But as Tobin and Ever grow closer, and their secrets intertwine, they’ll have to follow the rules they’ve always lived by—or break free from them, once and for all.

The shriek of a bird drew my eyes to the trees above. When I looked down, Mara stepped into the clearing. The call of the nuisance bird muted, as did everything else in the world surrounding the glade. She came through the tall grasses, her lavender colored skirts gathered in her hands to keep the hem from getting soiled against the ground.
I closed my eyes and forced forward the image of my mother. Of Kinn, of Lael. The worst five minutes of my life were about to unfold, and I had to keep those three faces present if I had any hope of following through.
I opened my eyes as Mara searched the glade for Orin, the man she believed had beckoned her there. She lifted her face to the sun, most likely chilled from the walk through the dim forest.
I looked into the hushed wood. Her ladies would have made plenty of noise had they followed, and her guards’ steel swords and metal fixtures would have been a clattering racket. She’d come alone, just as the note had bid.
She fiddled nervously with the front tucks of her skirt, not seeing me as I stood. I parted the flexible pines and stepped past the young green needles, coming to the edge of the brook’s banking. It was then that the princess spotted me. She let out a small yelp and dropped her skirts. Covering her mouth with her hands, Mara released her breath.
“Huntsman, you frightened me.” She lowered her hand and sent me a small smile, though it quickly fell. “What are you doing here? You didn’t…did you read the note you delivered this morning?”
Don’t look at her. Don’t listen to her.
“Forgive me, of course you didn’t. Are you hunting?” she asked as I stepped across the three rocks in the brook and into the glade.
The sun hit me, and my legs turned to dead weight. They didn’t want to move any closer. My hands, too, stayed heavy at my sides. The blade with the prince’s crest was inside my trouser waistline, and my own personal blades were where I always kept them.
“I’m meeting the prince,” she said, her voice notched louder. “It’s not very indecent, considering we are to be married,” she added with a half smile.
I strode through the grass toward her, pushing the slab of stone in my chest lower to crush the rapid beating of my heart. Mara’s shrewd eyes narrowed. My presence made her nervous, yet she didn’t back away as I came to within a foot of her.
“The prince is not coming.”
Mara looked sideways at me. “How do you know this?” Her facial muscles went slack. “You’ve done something to him.”
“I’ve already told you,” I said. Level. Clear. “The emperor did not send me to kill the prince.”
She wanted to believe me. Just like she believed me the other night when I said we were friends. I could see it in the way she shifted her bottom lip side to side, gripping the inside of it with her teeth.
“Then why have you followed me here?” she asked.
There was not supposed to be any conversation. I’d been taught to be brief, to make sure the target knew who had come for him and why, and then to finish before the target could beg or offer money in return for leniency.
“I didn’t follow you.” I reached inside my jacket and gripped Orin’s blade, the gold of the crossed hilt cool under my hot, sweaty palm.
She stared at me with a confused grimace, paying no attention to my hand.
“I led you here,” I said. “It is Emperor Frederic’s order, princess. I am only his servant.”
The last sentence spilled out of my mouth unintentionally, and with it, I caught the first whiff of my decaying will. The Huntsman didn’t explain himself. The Huntsman didn’t make excuses.
I pulled the dagger and stepped forward so swiftly Mara didn’t know to resist. She was taller than me, but I was stronger and faster; I wrapped my arm around her neck and her knees buckled, her chin wedging tight inside my crooked elbow. She screamed, but my bicep and forearm squelched it into a sputtering croak.

Author Bio:
Page is the author of THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE CURSED, THE LOVELY AND THE LOST, and THE WONDROUS AND THE WICKED, young adult gothic thrillers critically acclaimed by Booklist, Publisher's Weekly, Kirkus, School Library Journal, VOYA, and The Bulletin. Page's novels have been an IndieNext selection, a Seventeen Magazine Summer Book Club Read, and a #1 Amazon bestseller.
Her next book, THE LAST HUNTSMAN, is a reimagining of the Huntsman and Magic Mirror from the tale of Snow White. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their three daughters, an English Pointer, an arrogant cat, two boring bearded dragons, a one-eared bunny, a bunch of chickens, and during the summer and fall, their neighbor's two sweet horses.

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Friday, September 6, 2019

#Review: A DUKE A DOZEN by Shana Galen

    3 of 5 stars

Phineas Duncombe, ninth Duke of Mayne, never wanted to be duke. After all, he had four older brothers. When his last brother dies in an apparent accident and he’s thrust into the dukedom, Phin wants to talk to all the people who shared his brother’s last night, including the “Wanton Widow” Annabel, Countess of Longstowe. What he finds, however, is a beautiful and lovely woman, hardly wanton. After a botched first meeting where Phin is less than courteous to Annabel, she asks for his help in locating her daughter who her cruel dead husband had sent away years before. Knowing how discourteous he was earlier, Phin agrees to help her and finds the longer he’s in her company, the more he desires her, but Annabel has sworn off men after suffering years of abuse from her deceased husband.

Usually, I love Ms Galen’s books, but this one just didn’t resonate with me. While I have no problem with an older woman/younger man scenario, the 15-year age difference between Phin and Annabel was a stretch for me. If Annabel had been in her late thirties, I would have bought into their romance. With way too many sex scenes between these two, I found myself skipping most of them. What I did love was Reynolds and Meg. Their scenes together were wonderful and touching. There was a mystery running throughout the book about the way Phin’s brothers had all died and that kept me reading to the end.

I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy and all opinions are my own.

#Excerpt: NO MORE BAD DATES by Kate O'Keeffe

No More Bad Dates
Kate O’Keeffe
((High Team #1) (Cozy Cottage Café, #5))
Publication date: September 5th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “The perfect fun-filled escape from reality. Kate O’Keeffe at her delightful best!”- Whitney Dineen, bestselling author of Relatively Normal
Three friends form the No More Bad Dates Pact: stop dating the wrong guys and start dating the right ones – weirdos and jerks need not apply.
Twenty-five-year-old Sophie McCarthy’s career is virtually nonexistent, her family expects her to “do something important” with her life, and she’s totally sick of dating the wrong guys: the self-absorbed, the arrogant, the borderline criminally insane.
After she’s unceremoniously dumped during the vows at her boss’s wedding, she and her two equally disappointed-in-love best friends agree to help each other find decent guys to date. Together, they form the No More Bad Dates Pact: stop dating the wrong guys and start dating the right ones–weirdos and jerks need not apply.
When Sophie’s roommate Jason Christie–a.k.a. doctor-in-training and serial nurse-dater–joins the pact, he vows to weed out the bad ones for her. But with his rejection of every guy Sophie meets, she begins to wonder if he’s got an ulterior motive. And anyway, why does she always have so much more fun with Jason than with the guys she’s actually trying to date?
While desperately seeking her “happy for now,” could Sophie stumble into her “happily ever after?”
High Tea is a spin-off of Kate O’Keeffe’s bestselling Cozy Cottage Café series. Escape to New Zealand in this fun, feel-good chick lit series!
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “I love this book! If you want a novel you won’t be able to put down and will leave you with a smile on your face after you finish it, this is a great choice! So sweet and romantic!” – Annabelle Costa, bestselling author of My Perfect Ex-Boyfriend
Books in the High Tea series:
Book 1: No More Bad Dates
Book 2: No More Terrible Dates – releasing very soon!
Book 3: No More Horrible Dates – releasing soon!

I love weddings. The emotion, the vows, the optimism, the dress. All of it. I know I’m a total romantic, and about a gazillion marriages end in divorce every year, but I don’t care. When I watch a happy couple show the world their love, tears well in my eyes and my heart expands because in that moment, something utterly magical happens.
What more can I say? I love weddings, pure and simple.
Or at least I did until the thing happened.
Picture this. I’m at a beautiful, emotional, swept-up-in-it-all type of wedding. I’m sitting on an uncomfortably hard wooden pew, the scent in the air a heady mixture of flowers and polished wood. The late-afternoon light filters through the ornate stained glass windows, illuminating the beautiful bride and her handsome groom.
So far, so wonderful.
As I watch the bride, dressed in the most beautiful vintage fifties wedding dress I’ve seen—nipped in at the waist, showing off all her curves to (classy) perfection—her Norse god-like husband-to-be reaches out and takes her hands in his. They gaze at one another, their faces alight with a love so real, I can almost reach out and touch it.
Which I don’t, of course. That would be weird.
Instead, I turn and smile at my boyfriend, my hand over my heart. Andrew glances at me briefly before he returns his attention to the vows.
“Bailey. I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone. You are my life, my soul. Reflected in your eyes, I am a better man. Thank you.” Ryan’s voice, a.k.a. the voice of Thor, the Norse god, cracks with emotion, and half the congregation—all the women and probably most of the men, although I bet they would never admit it—reach for their tissues.
I open my clutch and pull out a Kleenex. I dab at my eyes and glance once more at Andrew. Noticing his brows knitted together, I smile, embarrassed. “What Ryan said?” I whisper, my voice trembling. “So, so perfect.”
“Yeah, it was all right, I guess. If you go in for that sort of crap,” Andrew replies, crinkling his nose with distaste.
Crap? What does he mean, crap?
I open my mouth to ask, but now isn’t the time. Bailey has begun her own vows, her voice so heavy with emotion, I’m amazed any of us can make out a single word. I think she’s saying something about Ryan being her best friend, and how he’s helped her become the vermin she is. No, wait. That would be how he’s helped her become the woman she is. Yes, that sounds much more appropriate and wedding-y.
The problem is, I’m so busy trying to work out what’s going on with my boyfriend, I’ve lost all focus on the ceremony unfolding before my eyes. Sure, I know he’s not the most romantic of souls, but even a rugby-playing, one-of-the-guys, rugged type like Andrew can see how much these two love each other, right? I mean, he’s not a freaking robot.
I nudge him in the ribs. “You okay?”
“Yup. Fine.” His words are clipped, and he keeps his eyes trained on the couple at the altar.
And then it hits me. I know what’s going on here! He’s being swept away by the beauty of it all, too, only he wants to appear all manly and stoic. He’s pretending to be grumpy to cover it up. Guys pull dumb stuff like that all the time. I should know; I’ve dated a few.
A few too many, actually.
I lean closer to him and place my hand on his. “I think it’s wonderful. They love each other so much.”
Andrew harrumphs in response.
I pat his hand knowingly. “It’s okay, honey. I know you feel it, too.” I settle back into my seat, prepared once more to be tangled up in the love emanating from the soon-to-be-wed couple, when I notice a girl in the aisle opposite us turn and smile. She’s wearing an eye-catching red dress that leaves little to the imagination. It’s totally inappropriate for a wedding, in my opinion, but she’s rocking it, that’s for sure. I smile back at her and wonder how I know her. Maybe she’s a customer at the Cozy Cottage Café? I’ve worked there for a few years now, and I often see our regulars out and about in the city.
Her face flushes and she looks away.
And then it happens again.
“Who’s she?” I whisper to Andrew.
“The girl in the red dress. She keeps smiling at me, and I can’t think who she is.”
“Oh, err . . . Cindy, I think? Or Sandy? Something like that. We met her at that karaoke bar you love so much,” Andrew replies.
“Jojo’s? Really? I don’t remember.” I give his hand another squeeze and return my attention to the wedding.
“—the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest exclaims. “You may kiss!”
As Bailey and Ryan do precisely that, the congregation erupts into applause. Swept up in the sheer romance of the moment, I go out on a limb. Not because I’m “there” with Andrew yet exactly, more because, well, we could be. Some day. I put my hand on his arm and whisper, “Who knows? Maybe, one day, we’ll fall in love like them?”
He whips his head in my direction, and I pull back in shock. “We’ll do what?”
Less sure now, I reply, “Fall in love . . .?”
Yeah, I’m persisting with the lunacy. What can I do? I’m committed. I need to follow through. But really, is it such an outrageous idea my boyfriend could fall in love with me?
“Some day?” His brows knit together, almost forming a perfect mono-brow. It’s not a great look, I’ve got to say.
“Well, not now. Obviously,” I say hastily in a weak attempt to backtrack. “We’ve only been dating for a couple of months. But some day. You know, in the future.” When all he does is gawp at me, those brows of his threatening to meet permanently in the middle, I add, “In the distant future, far, far away, when little green men rule the Earth and we have robots to do the dishes.”
Little green men? Robots? Dishes? What the heck am I talking about?

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Kate O'Keeffe is a bestselling author of fun, feel-good romantic comedies. She lives and loves in beautiful Hawke's Bay, New Zealand with her family, two scruffy dogs, and a cat who thinks he's a scruffy dog too. He's not: he's a cat. When she's not penning her latest story, Kate can be found hiking up hills (slowly), traveling to different countries, and eating chocolate. A lot of it.
Kate is excited to announce her new series High Tea! It's a spin-off from the bestselling Cozy Cottage Café series, and Book 1 is currently on pre-order, due to be released on September 5th, 2019!

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Wednesday, September 4, 2019

#Excerpt: THE FIXER UPPER by Maggie Mae Gallagher

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Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.

Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.

Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?

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Abby opened the door to two delivery men wearing Styman and Sons logos on their polos. Greg Styman Junior and Teddy Styman were the sons part of the company. They were both relatively attractive guys in a down-home Mayberry type of way, and were young—far, far too young. While Abby might be nearing her twenty-ninth birthday, these two reminded her of students—fresh-faced, with that innocent wide-eyed wonder of youth that people tended to lose by their mid-twenties.

One of the things that had drawn her to the local appliance shop, instead of heading into Denver and one of those big-box stores to make her purchase, had been their willingness to haul away the old freezer free of charge. Styman and Sons would strip it and refurbish any of the old parts that weren’t rusted or still viable and resell them online. It made Abby feel like she was doing something good for the environment because the whole thing wouldn’t end up in a landfill.

Abby was standing on her porch, watching the two guys pull her handy-dandy new deepfreeze from the truck, when she was flattened.

She’d barely had time to issue an umphff before she was on her back on the ivory wooden porch, a hulking brute covered in dark black fur towering over her. She lay on her back, trying to assess the damage as a large, wet, pink tongue slobbered over her face. From this angle, she could tell there were a few parts of the roof overhang that needed to be fixed before winter arrived.

Her hands slid into the soft, short fur, attempting to move the massive beast as it said hello with an almost rabid enthusiasm. Abby would have had better luck moving one of the fourteen footers nearby.

“Rufus, stupid mutt, get off her.” Abby heard the deep baritone filled with abject horror.

Rufus, the mammoth Great Dane, listened about as well as a toddler playing with his favorite toy and, instead of moving off her, decided he really wanted to cuddle and lie on top of her. Her breath whooshed out of her again at the dog’s impressive weight. He had to outweigh her by twenty pounds.

“Jesus, Rufus.” Nate Barnes tugged and yanked the hulking beast of a dog off Abby’s prone form. Rufus seemed to think that meant Nate wanted to play and wrestle around. They skirmished on her porch for a minute or so, until Rufus spied a rabbit and took off after the poor creature.

She was starting to push herself up, mentally assessing the damage, when Nate held out a hand to her, a mask of apology adding a deep line to his furrowed brow. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right? He’s harmless, really. The lamebrain just thinks he’s more of a lap dog and doesn’t realize how big he is.”

Abby felt a few brain cells faint as she accepted his help, placing her hand in his much longer one, noticing that the fingers were rough with calluses.

“It’s okay,” she said as she gained her feet, only to be shocked—and a little turned on—as he ran his hands over her, checking for injuries. As much as she tried to rationalize that it was a police-style frisking, a low burn ignited in her belly. Before she did something entirely stupid, like invite him in where he could give her body a private inspection, she batted his hands away. “No harm done. He seems like a big lover.”

Nate smiled sheepishly as he retreated a step, and it did nothing to lessen his impact.

She almost sawed her tongue in half. See? I shouldn’t talk to people, ever. Especially not after Sheriff Stud Muffin put his hands all over her. The action had short-wired and fried her brain, leading to her precarious foot-in-mouth disease. As if he knew she had been talking about him, Rufus loped back up her porch, making a beeline directly for her or, better yet, her crotch, as he planted his wet nose there by way of greeting.

“Rufus, get off her. Jesus, I’m sorry. He’s normally not like this,” Nate explained, more than a little flummoxed and embarrassed as he tried to yank him off.

It was nice to know the guy was human. After their initial and rather violent meeting, she’d wondered if he was a superhero in disguise. She had hit him with the golf club with her full force and the guy had barely flinched.

About the Author:
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Tuesday, September 3, 2019


  3 of 5 stars

Alexander, the newly elevated Marquis of Exeter, arrives home from his Grand Tour to find his mother has run off to marry again, leaving his 2 young sisters with a governess. Alexander always thought he'd have time to learn how to manage his estates, but with his father's sudden death, he's like a fish out of water. The only bright spot is his neighbor Lady Dorie who has been helping out with his sisters and the estate management while he made his way home to England. Alexander needs a wife and fast. He's attracted to Dorie's skills, but she wants a love match before she marries. Can Alexander convince her she's more than just an expert in estate management before she marries another?

I usually love Ms. Quinn's books, but this one was rather boring and the slow burn between Alexander and Dorie got tedious after a while. The only obstacle in their way was Dorie's doubts of Alexander's intentions. I kept waiting for some kind of twist in the story and I did manage to read it to the end, but it took a few days. While this book wasn't my favorite, I'm looking forward to reading Ms. Quinn's next release.

I voluntarily read a advanced reader copy and all opinions are my own.

Monday, September 2, 2019

#Excerpt: BILLIONAIRES: Seven Sweet Billionaire Romances

Billionaires: Seven Sweet Billionaire Romances
Published by: Enchanted Quill Press
Publication date: September 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Charming Billionaires, small towns, big cities and the girl of their dreams is waiting
Enchanted Quill presents Billionaires; the first in our Sweet Romance collection which includes seven beautiful billionaire romances that are sure to give you many swoon-worthy moments.
Featuring irresistible men with big hearts, this limited edition set is sure to have you turning page after page. With happily ever afters galore you’ll fall in love with this stunning collection.
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Kendra saw Michael from half a block away. He leaned against his Ferrari. The car looked so out of place amidst the cobblestone sidewalks and crepe myrtle trees. He wore dark denim jeans and a turtleneck. Even in that casual dress, he gave off an impression of power, intensity, and attractiveness. Michael crossed his arms across his chest, and she took a breath.
Had they really been in love once? It seemed like an impossibility. Kendra shook the thought out of her mind. She was here for closure. She was here to assist an old friend. That was all.
 — Her Perfect Match by Preslaysa Williams
Janey pushed open the door to the McIntosh room. She thought the guitar on the bed told her everything that she needed to know—that she needed to set down the flowers and get out of the room as soon as possible. But when the bathroom door swung open and steam rolled out and the man from the stadium emerged wearing only a towel, she knew that she had a lot to learn.
He froze, but his blue eyes frosted with anger. “You!”
Janey slowly put down the vase on the dresser.
“Who are you?” He stalked toward her, his feet pounding on the hardwood floor. “Who sent you?”
“No one s-sent me,” Janey stuttered.
He barked out a sharp laugh. “Come on. You can do better than that. Who do you work for? Celebrity Rag? TMZ? People?”
“You forgot the CIA and the FBI.” Sarcasm bit Janey’s voice. Who did this guy think he was? Yes, he looked like Adonis in a towel, but that didn’t mean he could act like a demi-god.
He stopped inches from her nose, his eyes raking over her. “Where’s your camera?”
“In my room.”
He barked out another laugh and his hands, still damp from the shower, patted her down.
She stepped away, furious. “Excuse me. I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to touch me.”
He frowned at her through narrowed eyes, and she met his gaze.
“You expect me to believe we just coincidentally happened to sit next to each other…wait—you must have followed me here.”
“Maybe you followed me!”
Confusion mixed with the anger on his face. “Why would I follow you?”
Janey stared at him with an open mouth for a moment before saying, “I think that you are the most conceited, arrogant person that I have ever met.” She grabbed the flowers off the dresser before turning back to him. “I’ll have you know that there are plenty of very nice, non-stalkerish-type guys that would be happy to sit next to me at a football game and to find me in their room!”
Janey slammed out the door, making it bang so loudly that the elderly couple in the Golden Delicious room poked out their heads to see what had happened.
Incognito Billionaire, Kristy Tate
The sound of the door banging against the wall caused Emily to spin on the spot and stare open-mouthed at a dripping wet David, in nothing but the world’s tiniest towel. The two of them gawped at each other, then Emily burst out laughing. Forgetting that she was wearing nothing but a white satin slip, she dropped the dress.
“That was the world’s fastest shower,” she said between breaths. She had to gasp for air after laughing so hard. “Why are you wearing a face cloth?”
David’s face grew crimson red as he clutched the towel protecting what was left of his modesty.
“There aren’t any towels in the bathroom.” He sidled toward the closet grinning sheepishly at her. Emily roared. In fact, she laughed so hard, she creased over clutching the splitting pain in her side as she fell onto the bed.
“You look––”
Emily eyed him. His body glistened in the golden sunset streaming through the windows, which softened the lines of his muscles. Yes, he did look sexy. But the miniscule square of cotton had her rolling around on the bed with laughter again.
— Who Wants to Date a Billionaire? By Laura Burton

Friday, August 30, 2019

Interview with Amber Laura, AFTER SHE FELL

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
Oh boy. Let me begin by saying I’m not great at elevator pitches. That said, here goes… After She Fell straddles the line between a romance and women’s fiction novel. It’s a story about a woman who, due to a profoundly life-altering incident from her past, struggles to allow and accept love into her life. This struggle not only comes between her feelings for the hero of this story, but it comes between her ability to love and forgive herself. It’s about a woman who fell from grace, a woman who needs to learn that it’s only by falling again–—this time in love (in all its myriad forms)––that she can finally rise.

No, this story is not part of a series.

Have you ever had a minor character evolve into a major one? Did that change the direction of the novel at all?
Funnily enough, that’s what happened to Christina. She was originally a side character in a story that Jackie (who, coincidentally enough, plays a side character in After She Fell) actually starred in. That original story I’ve since scrapped and part of the reason was because, during the writing of it, Christina slowly but surely started stealing my attention, stealing the show.

What factors influenced your decision to self-publish your book(s)?
From the word go, I knew I’d do at least some self-publishing; except for my second novel, Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake, all my stories are (or were at some point) written, chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week on my blog, These works are always presented in the first, rough draft form, and they always go through heavy editing before final book publication, but it’s a free and fun way to stay connected to readers during the writing process. Aware that these stories (which are technically considered ‘published’ the moment they’re posted on my blog) would be almost impossible to get traditionally picked-up, I always expected to dip my toes into self-pubbing. In fact, I kind of counted on it. It forced me to make a move into independent publishing.

**While I did initially send Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake out to literary agents, I wasn’t very far in the process before I decided to start my own publishing company. And so…well, here I am. And I love every minute of it.

If you used a graphic designer/publisher’s designer, how involved were you during the creative process for your cover? 
I actually did my own cover design. And those gorgeous legs on the front of the book belong to my amazing, beautiful sister!

Do you belong to a critique group? Have they helped improve your writing? 
Yes, I do and yes, they most certainly have! My writing group helped me exponentially in the making of this story. Indeed, I acknowledge them specifically in the back of After She Fell. Hearing their thoughts and sharing in their feedback and perceptions of Christina and Jason and what they were going through, gauging their reactions and experiences against my intentions and expectations, was undeniably beneficial and challenging and rewarding!

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
My writing process isn’t super strict or set in routine. Typically, I write in the early morning. I tend to be more motivated and productive in the early hours. Sometimes I plot, sometimes I write by the seat of my pants, and sometimes I’m sandwiched in between both concepts.

As for the second question, though I do usually listen to music for the first two drafts of a piece…and weirdly enough (and no, I don’t know how it started or even why it started) when I do listen to music, it’s always Halloween-themed. Even in July. Haha! After that, all other drafts are done in complete silence so I can fully focus and concentrate on the substantive and specific elements involved in storytelling: plot points, sentence structure and syntax, narrative/character arcs, red threads, etc. etc.  

Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing? 
Yes. As a fiction editor myself, I’m only too aware of the value and advantage in having a professional look over my work.

Do you find it difficult to juggle your time between marketing your current book and writing your next book? 
Yes. Absolutely. 100%. No matter what, you always feel slightly guilty that you’re doing the one and not the other. But that’s how it goes, I suppose.

What advice would you give a new author just entering into the self-publishing arena? Do your research. Read A TON. Network and commit and engage with the writing community. Indie authors are amazingly upfront about their successes, achievements, inquiries, and struggles. Talk to them. Make friends. It’s a wonderfully supportive and encouraging field. Also, accept that some publishing endeavors will flop. Chalk it up to a learned experience. Share what works. Hey, share what doesn’t. (Why make someone else slither through the mud too?) Lastly, try not to bemoan the necessary art of marketing. Instead of a chore that one must push through, try to make it fun, make it challenging, make it something to conquer rather than endure. Slay that dragon!

What’s next for you? 
Right now, (probably unsurprisingly) I’m in the midst of a lot of marketing for After She Fell.

I’m also about to start on the second draft of my next romance novel. (The first draft of which, as I said above, can currently be found on my blog:; in a nutshell, it’s a story based on the idea of one small change. One small hiccup in a woman’s well-ordered, if boring, life and — ripple effect! — suddenly, everything pivots, flips, shifts perspective. So, stay tuned on that front…!

After She Fell
Amber Laura
Publication date: July 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

She’s tried for years to convince herself that she isn’t in love with him. If it hasn’t worked, at least she’s managed to convince him of it, anyway.
A tragic love affair from her past had shattered Christina’s illusions of romance—it’d shattered her entire world, left her utterly broken and blamed. She’s fallen once before. She isn’t about to make the same mistake twice!
Jason Gordman is off-limits. Charming, playful, confident—he’s everything dangerous to her defenses. Worse yet, he’s the boss’s son. Hiding behind antagonism and indifference, Christina manages to keep him at a careful distance. That is, until one fateful night when she finds herself snowbound with him in a blizzard and she slips, allows herself one, forbidden kiss…
Struggling to reconcile her feelings, Christina is entirely unprepared for where that one stolen moment will lead her.

Author Bio:
Amber Laura’s biography, also known as “Five Fun Facts about the Author”:
  1. As a writer, Amber Laura does her best daydreaming as a window-gazing passenger on long car rides.
  2. If there’s creamer, she’s drinking coffee. When she edits, there’s always creamer.
  3. A blogger, she also writes web fiction—(free stories updated chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week). Check it out at
  4. <Psst! Her debut novel, Topaz and Lace, a contemporary romance set in a fictitious Texas town, got its start on that same blog.
  5. While she may physically reside in the beautiful country of Northern Minnesota, in her imagination, Amber Laura lives all over the world. She considers it one of the best perks to being a writer: easy, cheap travel. That and the oddball characters she meets along the way….

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