Book Spotlight Her Name by Alicia Joseph

Book Spotlight Her Name by Alicia Joseph

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Blurb:

 

Madison Andrews believes she has found the love of her life… but only in her dreams.  She is convinced the woman is real and she seeks out their life together and the love she believes is her destiny. But how can Madison find the love of her life…and convince herself and her friends she’s not just escaping the death of her mother? 

Madison Andrews has spent her entire life–unsuccessfully–searching for love. She begins having vivid dreams of the same woman every night, and soon, Madison believes this woman is the love she has been searching for. Madison’s dreams become more intense and she realizes the dreams she’s having recreate moments taken from actual events from her life–and this woman is there for all of it. Madison searches for her, but how can she find a woman she knows everything about… and yet nothing? She doesn’t even know her name.

 

Excerpt:

 

Now, I laid down my fork and leaned into my seat. I knew she didn’t want to talk about this anymore, but I did. “This all sounds crazy to you, and maybe in the beginning, it was something to joke about, but now, I’m not sure. These pictures were taken directly out of my life, and this woman was in every one of them. You can’t tell me I just dreamed it from memory, because my memory isn’t that good! The photos were identical all the way from the clothes we wore, to the smile on our faces. Hell, even the background was the same! She was the only thing that was different. How could that be?”

I stared at her, waiting for a response as she took it all in.

“Like I said on the phone, I just don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not sure what you’re asking me. Is it weird? Yeah, totally, but I’m no dream expert, and neither are you. Like I said before, maybe it’s your subconscious taking over. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, and it probably has some fancy scientific name.”

“She’s my wife,” I said flatly. “I saw a picture of us from our wedding, and we looked like we belonged together. We know each other. I mean, really know each other. I wish you could see us together, because you’ve never seen me this way with anyone before.”

“And what way is that?”

“In love,” I answered.

“In love,” Shelly repeated and then pushed herself away from the table. “Well, Maddy, me seeing you with her is something that will never happen. Do you wanna know why that will never happen?”

“I know why you think that will never happen, but that’s where you’re wrong.” I stared at her and said, “I’m just gonna come out and say it. I think she’s real.”

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J. Taylor Publishing are giving away FIVE ARCs of Secret of the Souls by Terri Rochenski!

 

J. Taylor Publishing are giving away FIVE ARCs of Secret of the Souls by Terri Rochenski!

Check it out!

Secret of the Souls

Thrust out of their homes by a human High Priest on a vengeful mission, the Natives of Derlund no longer have a place to call their own. One escaped capture, however, and now she, Hyla, is the only one who can save her people.

For, Hyla, though, saving her nation isn’t her ultimate goal—returning to the Pool of Souls is. Becoming its Guardian and preserving their faith is her heart’s desire. The perils of her current journey, though, could leave her unable to fulfill that dream.

To find her way back to the Pool, Hyla must live among dangerous, powerful humans willing to defend the Natives, and must submit herself—her Talents—to them. While her protection is paramount, plots to end Hyla’s life will push her to her physical and emotional limits.

On the edge of sanity, her courage tested, and convictions nearly broken, Hyla’s final test of loyalty to her faith comes with the death of one she could have loved.

Readers will experience Hyla’s spiritual and self-discovering journey once more, in this latest addition to the Pool of Souls duology.

And J. Taylor Publishing is giving away FIVE ARC copies.

To YOU!

You don’t even have to be a book blogger!

Nope, so long as you are willing to leave an honest review* by October 12th 2014, you are eligible to enter.

Interested?

Then just fill out the form and keep your fingers crossed.

You have until midnight of September 21st, 2014 to enter.

*A review should consist of your honest thoughts regarding a book, usually a few paragraphs long and around 150 – 500 (or more, if desired) words in length.

About Terri Rochenski

Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

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Musa Publishing Submission Call

Musa Publishing Submission Call

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Authors: Helen is looking for erotica subs, vanilla to ultra kink, Cowboys any length. Submit to @helenhardt http://delphi.musapublishing.com/submissions

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Release Day for Prentice & Desiree by Brita Addams

Release Day for Prentice & Desiree by Brita Addams

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Blurb:

Guard your heart. Passion comes with a price.

Lost in grief, Prentice Hyde, the much sought after Marquess of Wycroft, salves his broken heart at the Sapphire Club. He wants love, but finding it presents problems of disloyalty to his dead wife.

Widow Desiree Huntington appears at the Sapphire Club, sees Prentice in action, and presents him with a request so seductive, he finds it difficult to refuse.

As their arrangement progresses, Prentice takes Desiree to the heights of sexual endurance and enjoyment, mires her in passion, and sees a way out of the loneliness that is his life.

But Desiree wants all Prentice has to offer—but his heart.

historical erotica, historical romance, sapphire club,

Warning: This eBook may contain language, content, images, and scenes that depict profanity, violence, sexuality/sexual relations or other content that is intended for mature adult readers. This eBook is meant only for adults as defined by the laws of the country or region where you made your purchase. If you are under the age of maturity, if adult material offends you, or if it is illegal to read, view, purchase, or own such material in your community please be warned that this eBook may contain objectionable content. Store your eBook carefully so that it cannot be accessed by younger readers.

 

Excerpt:

 

Prentice & Desiree

Book Two Sapphire Club series

Brita Addams

 

Chapter One

1804

Desiree’s quarry skirted the periphery of the ballroom. She’d feigned

indisposition to escape her mother’s cloying grasp and hidden

near the terrace doors until her assignation wended his way through the

marriage-minded mothers and their desperate daughters.

“He’s mine,” she silently told each one. “I will claim the

hand of the Earl of Cheshire.”

In anticipation of his momentary arrival, she smoothed imaginary

wrinkles from her gown, as he smiled and flirted, kissed hands, and

chatted with mothers worried about how firmly their daughters sat on the

shelf.

While Desiree’s parents had betrothed her to Jonathan Greeley, they

had neither consulted Desiree nor asked her opinion of the match. He was

fine enough—rich, handsome, and several years—but not too many—older

than she, but at eighteen, she wasn’t as marriage-minded as she ought to

be, or so said her mother at every opportunity.

Her sense of adventure kept her searching for something more than

needlework, watercolors, and handling the household accounts, much to

her mother’s consternation. The woman insisted upon daily visits to the

milliner, the dressmaker, the shoemaker. Desiree had more hats, dresses,

and shoes than any woman of her acquaintance.

“You must go to your husband in clothes befitting your station. You are

a lady of good breeding.”

Earlier in the evening, when the Earl of Cheshire asked her to dance,

her heart nearly sank into her pretty kid shoes. She marked the steps of

her well-rehearsed quadrille, and the earl flirted shamelessly, the mere

intensity of his gaze enough to entrance her even an hour later. When

they came together, he’d made the dance an intimate experience, one that

hadn’t escaped her vigilant mother.

“No lady should dance so closely to a young man. Why, I wouldn’t dance

that close to your father. Where has decency gone?”

She’d reasoned that explained her lack of siblings.

The earl’s flirtations weren’t lost on her. She was, given the opportunity, of

a like mind. Two years at the estimable Mrs. Petrie’s School for Young Ladies

in Bath had served to enhance more than her education as to the use of globes.

Her real instruction came after hours, during the randy conversations

with her fellow students. She’d learned the ways of the world—that

which transpires between men and women—taught by the girls whose

maidenheads hindered the lives they wished to lead.

The school’s drawing classes often served to educate during those

long nights, as Ruby Lake drew, from memory, or so she assured, detailed

images of the male member and its many uses.

“This belongs to none other than the Earl of Cheshire,” Ruby told her

rapt audience. “One day, I’ll marry him and experience it—again.”

Ruby related details of her encounter with the earl, and the girls nearly

expired from envy. All but Desiree. That night, she made it her purpose

to wrangle the lascivious earl and, through any means necessary, make

him her own. Every woman of her age would envy her for having taken the

plum prize on the marriage mart.

Though the drawings of the earl’s cock—Ruby insisted they refer to it

as such—frightened her, due to its sheer size, she’d grown so enamored

by it that she filched the drawings and kept them as part of her most

treasured possessions. That, and her father’s not so secret collection of

erotic drawings that turned her mind from embroidery to anything carnal.

That very afternoon, Desiree had, while under strict instruction to nap

in preparation for the ball, taken the drawings from their secure hideyhole

and traced over them with her finger. The implied intimacy shook

her, made her feel things she didn’t understand. The interminable heat

remained long after she tucked the drawings away.

Should luck find her, as well as a not so full moon, she’d proceed with

her plan to discover for herself whether the Earl of Cheshire was indeed

thusly endowed, or if his fabled member, as with so many things in life,

was a mere figment of a naughty girl’s imagination.

Waiting for him just inside the large French doors unnerved her, given

that her overprotective mother cast a rather long shadow. She had spies

everywhere and seemed capable of being in more than one place at a time.

I should have told him to meet me in the orangery.

From behind the Corinthian column, she spied on him. He moved with

such grace—without doubt all the men in the room envied him his God-given

confidence.

She placed her hand over her heart, which beat faster than it should. He

was a god himself, blessed with hair the color of sunlight, skin bronzed by

hours on horseback, his tall muscular body—oh, my. She took her fan from

her reticule and whipped it to purpose.

As he spoke to Emily Hargrave, Desiree’s heart thudded. They spoke

briefly, he smiled, she giggled. Another vacuous daughter of nobility.

He nodded to other girls, kissed the hands of no less than a dozen, and

the moment she stepped out from behind the sheltering column, he stood

before her, his smile as bright as the sun on a clear summer morning. “Good

evening, again, Miss Fairholme. Might you care to join me on the terrace?”

He winked and offered his arm. Oh, he played the part of deceiver well,

given she had arranged the assignation by way of a promissory missive.

Shameful, yes, but she had competition to consider.

She gave the room one last glance and took his arm. “Yes, I would,”

she said with a lilt in her voice. No reason to sound scared, despite her

watery knees.

The earl guided her through the French doors, out onto the terrace.

“The music is so loud,” she said, taking matters into her own hands. “You

might find the garden to your liking.” She grabbed his hand and scampered

down the wide stone steps. “Oh, look. I’d love to see the orangery, wouldn’t you?”

She dashed across the manicured lawn, toward the orangery at the

edge of the property.

“Your parents might miss you.”

“I’ll worry about that later.”

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We Will Not Forget 9-11

We Will Not Forget 9-11

9-11 Remembered

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We can not forget what happened on that day.  The lives that were lost, the people who jumped in to help no matter the cost.  From  the Military to Firemen and all in-between. Too many lives were lost for a senseless action.  To all the brave men and women who protect us still today we congratulate you and commend you on a job well done.  Thank you for all you do for us.

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Release day for Mystic Thompson Fighting Kudzu

Happy Release Day

Blurb:

Never cower in the shadow of shame.

In 1972 on a hot, late spring day in Georgia, five-year-old Noble Thorvald plays contentedly alone in her suburban backyard. Her only companions…an imaginary professional football team.

As she plays in her world of wonder and adventure, Noble is unaware of the challenges life will hurl in her direction – challenges that will redefine her more than once.

Fighting Kudzu is the lyrical saga that traces Noble’s life as she emerges into adulthood and discovers herself.

#young adult #YA #family #southernfiction #alcoholism #comingofage #comingout #family #divorce #football #kudzu #magnolia #music #Atlanta #Georgia #TheSouth #lesbian #GLBTQ #gay #highschool #teenager #TheSeventies


Excerpt:

The house was quiet and dark. I removed all of my cards from the bag as well as the heart with a mouth and the special valentine from Jill. I quietly walked down the hallway, “Mama?” No response. “Mama, where are you?” I stopped at her closed door and leaned into it to see if I heard anything. Nothing. I slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

Mama was lying in the bed, still and quiet. “Mama?” I whispered. I went to the edge of the bed and sat beside her. “Mama?” Another whisper.

She opened her eyes and stared blankly at me as if she didn’t recognize me. I smiled down at her. “I want to show you something. What I got at school today.” I pulled the cards out onto her bed.

She sat up partially. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I wanted to show…”

She cut me off in mid-sentence. “Get the hell outta here.”

With that she flung her arm across the bed and my cards scattered on the floor. I felt the heat of tears beginning to sting my eyes. I crouched on the floor and began to neatly collect the cards.

“I said get out!!”

“I’m getting my things.” The tears were flowing now and I had to gasp to be able to speak.

“I want you out now! NOW! NOW! NOW!”

I grabbed what I could hold in my arms and I ran from the door while she continued to scream, “NOW! NOW! NOW!” I slammed the door behind me and leaned against the wall in the hall. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. I looked at what I was able to salvage of my valentines. There weren’t many, and the one from Jill was not there.

I tried to stop crying, but I couldn’t. I managed to get the heart with a mouth, but now it was torn and crumpled and one of its eyes had been torn off. I cried softly as I tried to smooth it. The house was dark and quiet. The only sound was of me trying to stifle my sobs as I attempted to organize the remnants of my valentine jackpot.

The heart was lying on the floor looking up at me with a small tear down the center of its forehead. A broken heart. It made me think of Mama’s description of what heartbreak was. She said when someone breaks your heart, things between you and that person will never be the same. She had struggled to describe what a broken heart actually felt like.

At this moment, I understood why she had struggled so. I knew that I was feeling heartbreak, and it was hard to describe. Once I was watching Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom with Marlin Perkins. The show had been about python snakes. Marlin explained that pythons did not kill by biting, because they have no venom. The python kills its prey by wrapping around its torso and squeezing. Every time the poor trapped animal exhales, the snake tightens. For the prey, breathing gets more and more shallow until it eventually can’t breathe at all. It dies a very slow, painful death by suffocation.

This is what I thought heartbreak felt like. I could barely breathe and I felt that any minute the struggle would end, and death would come, slow and painful. Mama had just broken my heart, which meant things between us would never be the same. The python tightened its grip again and I fell to the floor. I lay crying among my torn valentines, struggling to breathe.

About Mystic:

Author Mystic Thompson is a veteran educator who has taught Physical Education, Social Studies, and Reading at the middle school level. Additionally, she has been both an Assistant Principal and Principal at the high school level. She has worked in Georgia, North Carolina, and California. 

She currently teaches at a charter high school in the greater Los Angeles area, where she is also a member of the Board of Trustees. Fighting Kudzu is her first novel. She has begun work on a sequel that is currently entitled Downhill Running. 

 

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The Duke and the Seduction of Fair Felicity by Sunny Lane & Giveaway

The Duke and the Seduction of Fair Felicity by Sunny Lane & Giveaway

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Blurb:

Can a man deeply in love with his wife overcome all the obstacles placed in the couple’s path by the cruel teachings of a jealous relative?  

With a glimpse from across the room, the Duke fell instantly in love with beautiful Felicity. Understanding if he would ever enjoy domestic tranquility with his beloved bride, he would need sage advice, he turned to a well known poet for a solution to his problem. Could the Bard have the key to not only his happiness, but that of Felicity’s as well? Or would his desperate attempt end all chances of marital bliss for this star-crossed couple?

 

Warning: This eBook may contain language, content, images, and scenes that depict profanity, violence, sexuality/sexual relations or other content that is intended for mature adult readers. This eBook is meant only for adults as defined by the laws of the country or region where you made your purchase. If you are under the age of maturity, if adult material offends you, or if it is illegal to read, view, purchase, or own such material in your community please be warned that this eBook may contain objectionable content. Store your eBook carefully so that it cannot be accessed by younger readers.

 

Excerpt:

She frolicked naked on the edge of the clear stream like some nubile wood nymph while her clothes hung helter-skelter on the surrounding shrubbery. Waist-length, dark hair dripped in wet tendrils over pale skin and partially covered her ample breasts. Even as he stood watching, frozen immobile from behind a tree, she tossed her hair and stood totally revealed in all her beauty. The impact of the sight of his gorgeous, naked wife reminded the duke how long he had been without the favor of a woman. He grimaced and clenched his teeth, fighting for control over his traitorous body. With her back turned to him she bent over and scooped water to splash over her shoulders. As the cold water hit her she squealed with laughter at the shock. Her melodious voice rang out with delight.

An involuntary gasp escaped him, and he eased backwards, forcing himself to return quietly to the small cabin. He proceeded to prepare the fresh game for their supper. He knew who needed a bath in the cold stream. Ruefully he acknowledged this experiment might prove to be a more difficult task than he had anticipated. Who might be the schooled and who might be the teacher was still very much in balance.

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Giveaway:

One commenter will receive a Musa Gift Card valued at $5.99.  So what are you waiting for?

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Guest Brina Courtney

Guest Brina Courtney


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~*~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~*~
Brina Courtney is a young adult author obsessed with chocolate, crime shows, and fantasy movies. She’s spent the last few years as an elementary teacher and a high school cheering coach. She lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two very loud, small dogs. You can find her on her website,http://brinacourtney.blogspot.com/ or on Twitter, @brinacourtney.
~*~BOOK LIST~*~
The Promise
Move
Stealing Promises
The Cryptid Tales series
Summer in Salem
Discovery

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https://twitter.com/brinacourtney

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Review for Demon Killers by Myra Nour

Review for Demon Killers by Myra Nour

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Attacked by a soldier of the demon race, a young woman has a child from their union. To her horror, he bears the mark of the demon, and her people will stop at nothing to kill it. Being part fairy, Azra uses her magic to try and save her child from his demon blood. In spite of her best efforts, he briefly turns into the monstrous Sartwor beast, slaying her entire village.A perilous journey to the home of the pure blood fairies ensues as she races to save Bretuck before he turns into the beast again. This time she may not be able to pull him from the grasp of the creature ruling his body. Can a mother’s love prevail over her son’s cursed blood?

  • Print Length: 96 pages
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00L4OLMIA
My thoughts:
Demon Killers is riveting with strength, magic, twist and emotions.  The pages keep you gipped in Azra and her sons’ story.  You want to know if she can find the cure with the fairies help and can she find them?  With the harsh land elements and people trying to kill her son she has to take precautions.  The characters keep a strong hold on you even after the story ends.
The author does a wonderful job mixing human and demon together in such a way the reader doesn’t want to give up. Azra’s love for her son is magical.  With her love and strength you feel as nothing could go wrong.
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Guest Author Merry Farmer, Review & Giveawy

Guest Author Merry Farmer, Review & Giveawy

 Guest Author Merry Farmer

 

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Below you will find my review and a giveaway.

 

Review:

Talk about a hot steamy read this is the book for you.  Charlie has escaped her stepfather and has found a town to settle in.  She meets Michael and they settle on a business arrangement to get married.  They each hold secrets and the truth will set you free in this book.  From the beginning the pages keep making you turn as you want to find out more and more.  It was a great read the sex scenes were not over the top like some are.  A great book.

 

Our Little Secrets†is the first book in Merry Farmer‘s highly acclaimed, historical†Montana Romance series. In Our Little Secrets,†she writes about the sins, secrets, and the impossibility of keeping them apart…or quiet.

“…a story that has you begging for more and has you searching for answers from the first page….The past haunts the present as two people try to move into the future. A quick marriage with no questions asked. A budding and growing love. And a past that refuses to stay under wraps. A great story that will keep you wanting to know more. With depth characters and a story line that is unique in its own but has all the strength to pull you in and not let you up for air.” -†lilgracielue, Amazon reviewer

Get Our Little Secrets on Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks.

Add Our Little Secrets to your Goodreads to-read shelf!

About Our Little Secrets

OurLittleSecrets-coverMichael West swore he would never fall in love again. So when the beautiful and wily Charlotte steps off the train looking for a new life he jumps at the business opportunity she presents. Engaged forty-five minutes after meeting, married the next day, Michael thinks heís found everything a respectable man should have. Except that Michael is as far from respectable as they come. They agreed not to ask questions about each otherís pasts, but when the past seeps into their present Michael suspects his passionate new wife is not who she says she is. Too bad heís already fallen in love with her.

Charlotte Baldwin has a secret. She fled Philadelphia to escape the sins of her past but someone is following her. What better way to hide than by marrying Michael West, Cold Springs, Montanaís enigmatic shopkeeper? A new name, a new life, and a passionate husband is exactly what she needs to leave her sins behind. But when it comes to keeping secrets Charlotte may have met her match in Michael. When a connection neither of them expects catches up with them, the shocking revelation means Charlotte may have run right into the arms of her enemy.

No sin stays a secret foreverÖ.

Genre classification:†Western Historical Romance

Get†Our Little Secrets†on†Amazon,†Amazon UK,†Smashwords,†Barnes & Noble, and†iBooks.

Add†Our Little Secrets†to your Goodreads to-read shelf!

About the author

Merry FarmerMerry Farmer is an award-winning author of Historical Romance and what she likes to call ìSci-Fi for Women.î She lives in suburban Philadelphia with her two cats and enough story ideas to keep her writing until sheís 132. Her second novel, The Faithful Heart, was a 2102 RONE Award finalist and her unpublished futuristic novel A Manís World won first place in the Novel: Character category at the 2013 Philadelphia Writerís Conference. She is out to prove that you can make a living as a self-published author and to help others to do the same.

Find Merry Farmer on her website, Facebook, Twitter, and Amazon Author Page.
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