tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82101438826775888782024-03-13T19:00:45.261-04:00A Romance Writers book blogRomance writer guest authors and book newsElodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.comBlogger782125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-86746953914090180282024-03-08T19:05:00.001-05:002024-03-08T19:05:00.146-05:00OUT NOW—Not That Kind of Witch, A Brand-new M/F Steamy Contemporary Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #contemporaryromance #romance #steamyromance <p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS8DLVKVmLk8E6p9goO30qaC6KK1hAv71jbVCdb5oQ4vRPhI9mxN0CFDdqYqOO9usos1p0IR8m8bkfJFDqv-Aot_CpPJnF8_GVe7p3nKV3ikqOC00x25cV8FZ2Dpg5zHkmJ7jQeIrWKmwBrlJQST9hWQd3atSwdXa1ZHHMBPrQCtQtS6O7q3zRpZ7R-w7/s1200/BookBrushImage11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS8DLVKVmLk8E6p9goO30qaC6KK1hAv71jbVCdb5oQ4vRPhI9mxN0CFDdqYqOO9usos1p0IR8m8bkfJFDqv-Aot_CpPJnF8_GVe7p3nKV3ikqOC00x25cV8FZ2Dpg5zHkmJ7jQeIrWKmwBrlJQST9hWQd3atSwdXa1ZHHMBPrQCtQtS6O7q3zRpZ7R-w7/w640-h335/BookBrushImage11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The latest
release from Lucy Felthouse, <i>Not That Kind of Witch </i>is a M/F steamy
contemporary romance filled with fun and steam, which also tackles some serious
topics. So if you’re looking for a hefty dollop of realism in your romance,
then check this one out!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blurb:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can
Willow let go of her fears and begin living her life again, or will her issues
get the better of her?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Willow Green is
having a hard time of it. Losing her job at the beginning of the pandemic and
her elderly grandmother’s ‘clinically vulnerable’ status have resulted in her
becoming housebound. While her entrepreneurial, hard-working spirit and the
knowledge passed down through generations of green witches in her family mean
she has solved her employment problem, her fear of going out, of allowing the
dreaded virus into the house she shares with her grandmother, is far from
resolved. In fact, it seems worse than ever.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is, until
Joe Lane comes along. The handsome care worker turned delivery driver does
Willow a favour, gaining her attention and reluctant admiration. He’s got
plenty of baggage of his own, but he also has the skills and temperament to
help her with her problem—and he really seems to care.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The question is,
will she let him get close enough to try?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Available
in eBook and paperback formats: </span></b><a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://books2read.com/ntkow</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Add
to BookBub:</span></b> <a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://www.bookbub.com/books/not-that-kind-of-witch-a-contemporary-steamy-romance-novel-by-lucy-felthouse</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Add
to Goodreads: </span></b><a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203844879-not-that-kind-of-witch</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">*****<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Willow Green had
just stepped into the kitchen from the back garden when there came an almighty
hammering on the front door. Panic and irritation flared in equal measure and
she dumped her loaded wicker basket on the huge farmhouse-style table before
hurrying through the house towards the source of the noise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another
hammering. The irritation started to outweigh the panic. Whoever was there was
in danger of waking the dead, never mind disturbing mostly-deaf Grandma Annie,
whom Willow had left happily knitting in the conservatory with a cup of tea on
the table at her side before she’d headed out to the garden.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Willow cast her
gaze to the ceiling and grunted with frustration. The whole <i>point </i>of
installing the smart doorbell and having it set to only<i> </i>sound an alert
on her phone had been to prevent Grandma being tempted to get out of her chair
and make her way to the door, putting her at risk of a trip or fall along the
way, or placing her in a vulnerable position with a complete stranger. The
added bonus being, Willow could be at the furthest reaches of the garden, and
her phone would cleverly let her know someone was at the front door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Had this person
not seen the sign? Smack dab in the middle of the door: <i>Please use doorbell.
</i>With an arrow pointing to it. Couldn’t they read?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then she
remembered. The last time this happened, which had been a while ago, prior to
getting the doorbell camera in the first place, it had been kids at the door.
Kids who, once she’d opened up, backed off down the path and began flinging
jibes and questions at her from what they considered a safe distance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey,
witch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Been
out flying on your broomstick?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What’s
bubbling in your cauldron?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You
gonna turn us into toads?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did
your ancestors get burned at the stake?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Where’s
your black cat?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her heart sank.
She sighed and prepared herself for more of the same. It was unlikely, after
all, they’d have come up with something new or more original—despite the
astonishing wealth of information the human race had at its fingertips these
days. Perhaps they hadn’t bothered to look, to educate themselves, or simply
thought it was fun to torment a forty-year-old woman who’d never harm anything
or anyone—not even if it <i>was </i>possible to turn people into toads. Though,
admittedly, if she were a lesser woman, she’d be sorely tempted to throw out a
few fake incantations to scare them, make them think she’d cursed them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Maybe she
should. Yes, it was stooping to their level, but if it stopped them coming
back…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">No.
I’m not going there. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">She briefly considered not answering the
door at all. She could access the doorbell speaker and tell them to clear off
from the safety and comfort of her hallway, but she didn’t want them to think
she was weak, or frightened. That’d just enhance the thrill for them, encourage
them to harass her more often. <i>Not happening. Not on my watch. I don’t have
time for that kind of idiocy.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She shook her
head, unlocked the door and yanked it open, her annoyance already spilling
forth. Generally speaking, she was an incredibly placid person, and slow to
anger. But she didn’t want these kids to think this house was an easy target.
She’d kept the previous incident from Grandma, not wanting to worry her, and
had hoped the addition of the doorbell camera might deter them from returning.
“Have you horrible toerags seriously got nothing better to do? You should be
ashamed of yourselves, pestering people like this! I’ve a mind to contact your
parents—”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stopped dead
as the door swung wide enough to provide a view of who was on the other side of
it. Not kids—horrible or otherwise—but a man. With a large cardboard box at his
feet, bearing a familiar logo. <i>Uh-oh.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A glance past
him to the gravel lane leading to her house confirmed her fears. A white
Transit van sat there.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 248.1pt; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She
cringed and forced her gaze back to the man. A navy-blue T-shirt bearing the
delivery company’s logo was stretched over his muscular biceps and chunky
abdomen—a dad bod, she supposed it’d be classed as, though she didn’t really
agree with the terminology—as well as a pair of tan shorts and some beat-up
looking trainers. He was tall, well over six feet, and she had to crane her
neck to meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry. The last time someone hammered on my door
like that, it was a bunch of kids shouting abuse. I thought you were them. If you’d
just rung the doorbell, like the sign…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The frown that
appeared on the man’s face as she spoke made her shift her attention to her
right, a sinking feeling taking over. Where there should have been a sign
attached to the centre of the door, were now only six evenly-spaced blobs of
Blu-Tak.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Heat flared into
her cheeks, and she let out a groan and closed her eyes momentarily. “Well,
there <i>was </i>a sign. It’s obviously fallen off. I had no idea. Or I
wouldn’t have… never mind. I’m really sorry. And now I’m waffling.” She gave a
pained smile, her face threatening to burst into flames. “Anyway. You have a
parcel for me?” Her voice went so high at the end she was surprised she hadn’t
summoned the neighbourhood dogs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To his credit,
the man simply shrugged. “No worries. I’ve been called worse. You’re…” he
consulted the screen of the smartphone in his hand, “Willow Green?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Given the
circumstances, she let the slight waver of amusement in his voice at her name
slide. “Yes,” she replied resignedly. “That’s me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Great. It’s a
tracked parcel, so I need to take a photo to prove I’ve delivered it…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay. Go
ahead.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He tapped his
phone screen a few times, then lifted the device and stepped back, presumably
ensuring he got the right angle so his image would contain both the parcel and
her feet inside the open doorway. Pressed the button. “Got it. Thanks. Do you
want me to bring it in for you? It’s pretty heavy.” He pocketed the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No,” she said
quickly, recoiling as he approached and made to pick up the box. “I mean, no <i>thank
you. </i>I’m fine. I need to find the sign before I go indoors, anyway. Don’t
want to shout at any more undeserving delivery drivers, do I?” The chuckle she
let out sounded forced, even to her own ears.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Guess not.” He
backed off and clasped his chin, then stroked his thick beard, more grey than
black—the colour of his thick, plentiful hair, which had only a dusting of grey
at the temples. He glanced at the doorbell and wrinkled his nose. “Should’ve
spotted that, really. Especially when no one answered after I knocked a few
times. The Blu-Tak should have provided a clue that maybe there was a sign
there, and I could have put two and two together. I’m sorry. Such an idiot.
Won’t make that mistake again though, will I?” Despite the weakness of his
smile, it transformed his face enough that Willow’s stomach flipped. <i>Goodness,
he’s handsome.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Available
in eBook and paperback formats: </span></b><a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://books2read.com/ntkow</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Add
to BookBub:</span></b> <a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://www.bookbub.com/books/not-that-kind-of-witch-a-contemporary-steamy-romance-novel-by-lucy-felthouse</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
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to Goodreads: </span></b><a href="about:blank"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203844879-not-that-kind-of-witch</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk512591156;"><a name="_Hlk511898234"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Lucy Felthouse is the
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Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book
2015 award), <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Persecution of the
Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight,</i> <i>Curve Appeal, </i>and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Heiress’s Harem </i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">and </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Dreadnoughts </i>series<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 175 publications to her name.
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A Paranormal Women's Fiction / Shifter Romance Novella</b></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Date to be Published: </b></span><span style="line-height: 107%;">November 17, 2023</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Publisher: Changeling Press</span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><b>Discover the power of true love in this spellbinding tale of magic and
adventure.</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">All Amara wants is to live a life of adventure, without being tied down.
With the dark fae relentlessly pursuing her, she needs a place to hide. Her
gram’s cottage seems like the perfect spot, but the old witch’s
words leave Amara unsettled -- What you seek is in Cutter’s
Creek.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Alpha bear shifter Hale is determined to safeguard those closest to him.
His life takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with a captivating
witch. Enchanted by her very presence, he’s unable to banish her from
his thoughts.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">As destiny ties them together, not even the dark fae will destroy their
newfound happiness.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Uncover the magic in this fast-paced story that’s sure to
warm your heart.</b></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b><i>Publisher’s Note: Bewitched by the Bear is based on the previously
published short story Ruby and the Bear. Bewitched has been expanded and is
now twice the length of the original story, complete with a new ending and
steamier scenes. No cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after!</i></b></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Excerpt</b></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Lunar Cycle’s dance floor cleared the moment the wolf and the bear
began circling one another. Hale Klein watched as his cousin, Duncan Hunt,
flexed his claws in his partially shifted wolf state. It took a hell of a
lot of anger to hold a partial shift, and Hale figured Duncan had to be
running on pure rage. He had to admit, he had it coming. Hale didn’t
know what had come over him since losing his father, but something inside
him had twisted. He’d taken a lucrative business of being a security
consultant and warped it. For years, he’d been a gun for hire, for the
right price, regardless of whether he was fighting on the side of good or
bad. But as his cousin faced him, fighting for the place of alpha within the
pack, he realized perhaps he’d gone too far. His hold, at first, had
been tenuous, as the adopted son of the rightful alpha.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">This fight wasn’t pointless, exactly, but Hale could think of better
things to fight over -- no woman was worth bloodshed. Not that’d
he’d wanted Marissa. It was more that Duncan had wanted her, and
suddenly she’d become the most attractive of women to Hale. He loved
rubbing his cousin’s nose in his alpha status, but this time,
he’d overstepped. Even he could admit it to himself at any rate.
Tricking Marissa into his bed and then tossing her aside like
yesterday’s garbage might not have been the best of plans. In his
defense, she’d been eager enough. If she’d truly loved Duncan,
she would have never strayed.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Looking back, Hale had to say that he wasn’t proud of himself. As
he’d gotten to know Marissa, he’d realized what a sweet girl she
was, and she truly hadn’t deserved what Hale had done to her. Even
still, her heart hadn’t completely belonged to Duncan. Hale had to
wonder if she’d only accepted his cousin because of his status in the
pack. Either way, was it really Hale’s fault she’d run away?
Duncan seemed to think so.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Your reign over the Silver Crescent Pack is at an end,” Duncan
growled through his shifted snout. “It’s time for justice to
come to our lands.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><i>And you think you’re the wolf for the job?</i> Hale taunted
telepathically. No one had been able to beat him in the seventy years
he’d been on this earth -- what wolf could beat a bear? -- and
definitely not in the twenty years he’d held the position of alpha.
What made his cousin think today would be any different?</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“It’s time for a wolf to rule the wolves.” Duncan snapped
his jaws.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><i>Bring it!</i></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Duncan lunged at him, arms opening wide, claws brandished like the weapons
they were. Hale was bulky in his current form, but he also had power the
wolf couldn’t hope to match. Rising to his hind feet, Hale towered
over his cousin. Swiping out with a paw, he caught Duncan right across the
cheek, his claws sliding into the wolf’s skin like butter, leaving
three perfect slashes.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">The wolf howled in outrage, twisting to come at Hale once more. Before the
bear could scramble out of the way, the wolf’s claws embedded in his
sides, leaving gouges in his tough hide. Hale snarled and broke free,
spinning to immediately launch another attack at his cousin. As his massive
bear paws arced through the air, his cousin charged.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Hale braced himself for the impact, claws aimed right for his
cousin’s flanks, their razor-sharp points digging into meat and
muscle. Duncan howled in outrage again, this time falling to his knees
before the bear. Hale didn’t want to kill his cousin. He only wanted
to prove a point. Opening his jaws wide, he fitted his mouth around
Duncan’s neck, forcing the other shifter to his hands and knees in
supplication. Hale growled long and low, not stopping until Duncan whimpered
in defeat.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Backing away from his whipped cousin, Hale shifted back to his human form.
Towering over the shifter now covered in wounds, Hale flexed his muscles,
ignoring the twinge in his sides from his open wounds, and kept his gaze
steady as he stared down at Duncan.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Are we done?” he asked.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Duncan changed back to his fully human form and nodded. “We’re
done.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“I’m sorry Marissa ran away, Duncan, and I’m sorry for
taking her from you. But there is no way that woman was your mate. If she
was, she wouldn’t have fallen into bed with me so easily. She would
have fought to be by your side, not caring whether or not the alpha was
interested in her. All she wanted was power, despite her sweet nature.
Females are all the same. They want the strongest in the pack, unless they
find their true-mate. Then no other male will do.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“You don’t know that she wasn’t --”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Yes, I do. And if you think about it, you’ll realize it too.
Since you’re worse off than I am, I’ll let you see the healer
first. Get your wounds tended and go home.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Yes, Alpha.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Shaking his head in disgust, Hale turned, grabbed his shredded clothes off
the floor, and made his way through the crowd and outside the club. It
wouldn’t be the first time he’d driven home naked, and he
doubted it would be the last. There would always be someone wanting to
challenge him, someone thinking they were bigger, tougher. It hurt that his
cousin had been the one to instigate a fight with him. They’d fought
over the years, but it had always been more like sibling rivalry, not a
to-the-death fight over being alpha.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Hale dug his keys out of his pants pocket and slid into the large truck in
the parking lot. As the door slammed shut, he tossed his clothing on the
passenger’s seat and put his key into the ignition. The engine turned
over and he backed out of the space, then pulled out of the lot. He knew he
should just head home, to the alpha’s house in town, and call it a
night, but he wanted solitude, time to think, time to regroup. Being the
alpha meant he had an open-door policy, ensuring his pack could come to him
for whatever they needed regardless of the time. Change was coming. He could
feel it in the air, and he wasn’t certain if it was the good kind or
the bad kind.</span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Jessica Coulter Smith is an acclaimed romance writer with a passion for
storytelling. Her works showcase the power of love and its ability to
transcend boundaries, capturing the hearts of audiences worldwide. With a
unique writing style and perspective, Jessica continues to inspire and
entertain readers from all walks of life.</span>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/jessicacoultersmithauthor">Author on Facebook</a></span></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/jessica_coulter_smith">Author on Instagram</a></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok</b>:
@changelingpress</span>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-68725293052969257862023-11-10T19:00:00.002-05:002023-11-10T19:00:00.139-05:00Curl up with your next favorite #rockstar #romance and meet these two hot lovers… #newrelease #giveaway #bookblitz A. G. Billing <p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/fall-2023-blitzes/a-g-billig-my-life-on-tender-arina-cal-release-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/b2953c3c9c11453a8eff84c35debbb35" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/2fe680ae3c6b4bff9fad6e33891cb8bf" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/2fe680ae3c6b4bff9fad6e33891cb8bf" width="309" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Book 1 in My Life on Tender series</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Rockstar Romance/Contemporary Romance</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Date Published:</b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> 11/11/2023</span>
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</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/199557033-my-life-on-tender" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Curl up with your next favorite rockstar romance and meet these two hot
lovers…</b></span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A gipsy fortuneteller predicted I had three years to find true love in a
foreign land, away from home. But not in my wildest dreams did I imagine
I’d end up falling in love with a smoking hot rockstar from Southern
California…</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">I’ve always had a thing for tall, dark-eyed, handsome guitar players.
Now, I’m dating one. Cal is a famous rock star from Southern
California, and I accidentally matched with him on Tender. When he
passionately explores my naked body and makes love to me, he takes me to
paradise. However, when he flirts with his cute neighbor or forbids me to
touch his ugly, I’m in agony and fear I have made the wrong
choice.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Cal’s unpredictable nature keeps me on my toes. He showers me with
gifts and love on one day, but on the next, he acts as if I’m his
worst enemy and turns cold. As if his dark past and emotional scars
won’t let him open his heart again and love a woman. As if he is a
complex riddle that I cannot solve.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The quartz crystal gifted to me by the gypsy fortuneteller seems to agree
with it. It’s supposed to turn pink when I find true love, but it
stays white. That is the reason why Tender is still installed on my phone,
and I keep on swiping left and right. Tender is my trusted friend, my
accomplice, and a contingency plan if Cal and I fail.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">However, this is not an option. I’ll make things work between us.
I’ll make him adore me. Beg me to become the second Mrs. Hudson and
stay with him in California. I’ll keep my promise to myself to never
again squander another birthday, drowning in my own tears.</span>
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unconventional female protagonist, and surprise endings this novel is for
you. The book is also packed with your favorite tropes: one of us is famous,
grumpy sunshine, blind to love, and emotional scars.</span></i></b></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A.G. Billig (her friends call her Andreea) is a #1 Amazon Bestselling
Author, motivational speaker, and founder of The Project Love. A life
explorer, she delights in writing novels for the romantic in you and
non-fiction books that will inspire you to fully open your heart to
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Celebrated for her unparalleled ability in writing characters that resonate
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navigating through a bumpy ride of unforeseen challenges, they unveil their
raw, authentic selves as the ultimate prize on their quest to a happy
ending.</span></p>
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at 15. As a child prodigy, she won several national literary awards in
Romania, her country of birth. Her academic qualifications include a BA in
Foreign Languages and Literatures and an MA in PR and Communications.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Over the years, she experimented with different roles to explore her
creativity and interests. She was a TV host, a radio host, an
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a bronze medal in ballroom dancing. Ultimately, she came to the realization
that writing is where her true happiness lies.</span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-6464824456936350272023-10-24T19:00:00.035-04:002023-10-24T19:00:00.150-04:00We meet an ancient, elegant #vampire on the #romance writers’ blog today, in a #teaser as Sascha rescues the girl who will become the love of his life from the threat of another vampire’s hunger. #paranormalromance #shifter #romance #steamy @elodieparkes The Black Lion<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFW4bD04Og42gaSyYrQHoko4JDnwQyQgkzl59NSXRpZ8-yJudYx-q992TxkSCmE7TUO8-9SMYCaBfzYDKjrntZlIIhedBz7_rPoSzj7w4aPzWhHRjGE-AZ8oxYUgh9VftCX22DQsy5oQ5t8PMrlNVEv82GiUG5QqKOpx7jSvrMkivwcTiEzYMwCO285Xpe/s2131/BLban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="2131" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFW4bD04Og42gaSyYrQHoko4JDnwQyQgkzl59NSXRpZ8-yJudYx-q992TxkSCmE7TUO8-9SMYCaBfzYDKjrntZlIIhedBz7_rPoSzj7w4aPzWhHRjGE-AZ8oxYUgh9VftCX22DQsy5oQ5t8PMrlNVEv82GiUG5QqKOpx7jSvrMkivwcTiEzYMwCO285Xpe/w640-h333/BLban.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When
Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will
approach her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha has
secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates,
even though he’s drawn to her until...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she is
threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unknown to
both of them someone watches jealously.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will this
jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to
hide?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A sizzling,
paranormal romance, full of surprises.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKw58dOBbwHD8sqnr-HNiM6C4yakGDHrQh-Bpu5ASw-BA2EmTlPllmiPmIQAkO-L4IeY5ssQE6TqLIkgp30gGkTanWi26QVA6o4lSkN9hd-dpqNaIlH-s9cHK8eVcqIiCk5H3Ntk2PWnGO2bIrPVKgxFHZYKlN6sCY0PUiGtSJIfXGtZmuaEVlS2bfssUK/s2048/secondeditionTBL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1247" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKw58dOBbwHD8sqnr-HNiM6C4yakGDHrQh-Bpu5ASw-BA2EmTlPllmiPmIQAkO-L4IeY5ssQE6TqLIkgp30gGkTanWi26QVA6o4lSkN9hd-dpqNaIlH-s9cHK8eVcqIiCk5H3Ntk2PWnGO2bIrPVKgxFHZYKlN6sCY0PUiGtSJIfXGtZmuaEVlS2bfssUK/s320/secondeditionTBL.jpg" width="195" /></a></span></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Read the excerpt: Edited by the author from the 18+ original
in the book to PG for this blog<o:p></o:p></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
gazed at the young woman, whose name, Melissa, he’d stored away like a precious
jewel. He memorized the heart shaped face, the big green eyes, the dimple in her
right cheek. He moistened his top lip with the tip of his tongue as he
considered her mouth. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’d love to hold
her close, just feel her warmth against me. I’d like more … I bet her hair
feels like silk.</i> He sighed as his gaze traced the length of her glossy
chestnut hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back. Sascha longed to
grasp a handful, pull her close, and kiss her. He imagined it. He recalled her
look in the mirror at the bar. She <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">was</i>
interested in him. It was obvious, and his own ineptitude was why he stood
staring down at her, instead of grasping her to his form. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I could have compelled her.</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
could give her so much love…<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
low voice to his left suddenly invaded his thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“She’s
not for you, brother. I see your scrutiny. I saw her first.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
prickled with anger at the voice and himself for not hearing the approach, nor
scenting this man who leaned casually against the barrier. His fury burned in
his chest and he whispered dangerously. “Who the hell are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
man stood straight and so did Sascha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They
faced each other.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
caught the vague smell of vampire heavily disguised by a mix of sandalwood,
cedar, rosemary. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How could I have missed
a vampire in the club? He must have just arrived.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’ll
ask you again. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Who</i> are you? I know <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">what</i> you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
man before him sighed and waved a hand elegantly. “Fonteyn. Pleased to meet
you, brother.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
bristled. “I’m not your brother.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come
now, it’s just a greeting, between two of the same kind. I’ve seen you here
before. You’re not very careful or perhaps you’re more daring than I am. I
thought to make a friend after many years without meeting another … vampire.”
His low voice dropped to a conspiring whisper. He mouthed the last word and
then grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
ached to slaughter this threat to his happiness. He was far from desirous of a
friend. He’d never experienced anything but rivalry from other vampires and
didn’t trust any of them, although he stopped short at violence toward them. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">His</i> life in the early days had been
harsh and he knew it could be a difficult life. “You disguise yourself well.
I’ve never seen you here.” Sascha decided on a friendlier approach.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Practice,
herbs, and the truth is I’ve only been here a few times before tonight.”
Fonteyn glanced away from Sascha’s face and down at the table where the young
woman now sat alone watching her friends gyrate on the dance floor a few yards
away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha’s
instinct was to back off—pretend he had no more interest in the girl to make
sure she wouldn’t be in any danger from this other vampire. “I didn’t realize
she was with you, Fonteyn. How long have you known her?” He coated his voice
with acceptance, resignation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fonteyn
looked back at him. His black eyes full of suspicion, and then he changed. His
expression told Sascha this vampire Fonteyn believed he was no longer
interested in the girl. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I
followed her here. Her fragrant blood drew me like a moth to a flame. The sway
of her hips, the shimmer of her hair as she passed me on the corner of the
street were like a magnet for me. I fell in love. What a morsel. What a tasty,
rare treat she will be when I eat later.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
was as tall as Fonteyn, but more muscular and healthy. Turned in the early
prime of his life, Sascha retained his youthful looks, his beauty enhanced by
vampirism. He radiated masculinity, sex. Ancient, his life experience made him
gentle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fonteyn
was older when turned. Still, he was handsome, Sascha reflected. His black hair
traced with only a few strands of silver. His black eyes fringed with dark
lashes, he had an exotic air.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
gave the slightest nod of his head. “I’ll leave you to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fonteyn’s
dismay at Sascha’s intention to go was apparent on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Going
so soon, brother? Maybe I’ll see you again here.” He almost bowed. It was a
weird, old-fashioned movement, and caused Sascha to question what era Fonteyn
hailed from.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
shook his head. “I’ve tired of the place. I dropped by tonight out of habit. I
doubt I’ll be back.” His lie left a bitter taste in his mouth. He turned and
left the place via the balcony. He only stopped shaking with anger when his
feet touched the ground below.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
burned with fear for Melissa. He groaned in pain at the thought of her becoming
Fonteyn’s meal. A huge shudder went through him. He tore into the nightclub not
even a blur to the doorman nor the patrons. His presence like a breeze, moved
the frilly cuffs of Goth shirts, ruffled tendrils of long hair, put ripples in
satin evening dresses, and he picked the young woman up. He flew with her so
fast her hair streamed out behind her, her cry of surprise and fear was lost in
the night. The small evening bag on its gilt chain draped across her body,
bounced against her hip.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
stopped running only when he was halfway home. He settled on a rooftop and
looked around. He held Melissa close to his chest. He dropped a kiss on the top
of her head.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t
be afraid. I’m saving you from someone who meant to harm you.” He raised his
head and breathed in the night. Identifying smells and sifting through sounds
in search of Fonteyn. There was no sign that he’d followed … no sign at all.
Sascha placed the trembling woman on the felt membrane of the flat roof. They
stood behind a sign. Huge letters cut from wood were anchored to the edge of
the roof. Sascha could tell it read, Happy Inn.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Melissa,
please don’t be afraid. I had to do this. My name is Sascha.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her
eyes wide, she stared at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
picked her up and looked around. The next roof had a small table and chairs on
it. Strings of tiny, colored fairy lights blinked around a door in a wall.
Someone lived over the top of the neighboring business. He leapt to the next
roof. Strode to the table and chairs, sat on one and brought Melissa onto his
knee. He cradled her there against his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha
felt her shaking. His arm tightened around her and with the other hand, he
stroked her hair, her cheek. “Shush … shush … you’re safe with me. Safe…” He
whispered the words. Even though his breath caught in his throat, as he fought
down the need to kiss her—to devastate her with kisses. He swallowed the scent
of her now. He sensed only a little fear in her. Something else made her shake.
She wasn’t easy to read, unless his heightened emotions were in the way. He
rocked her gently. His hand slipped through her hair and he held her head to
his chest. “Melissa, I had to do this, please … I’ll explain, but it will be
scary. What I tell you will be shocking.” A fleeting thought furrowed his brow<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">, if being carried at enormous speed isn’t
shocking enough.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
rocked her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She
put a hand on his chest to push away from him. “Tell me. It’s okay. I’m not
afraid.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sascha’s
eyes closed for a few seconds. A rush of desire tightened his stomach at the
sound of her voice and touch of her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You’re
shaking.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She
shook her head. “Not with fear.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press, a division of
Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buy the Book<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6">https://www.amazon.com/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6">https://www.amazon.ca/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Available to read free on Kindle Unlimited</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">5 stars on
Good Reads </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdmEBlHXGRe4qrXDtcEG32yfZbKMmLnFP9l9YNkgP71jl-Wve6eTNY5zUf3q9BqCfLGwdWtkfguh21XdcDbGFJ0Owxq0uRWgW3hlJu6QE5AxUzhfTn_lgI80OchjVbyFCLcrw82nzgsJ_PAoxaDYZ66KBCmETseOULSEkY_OjFsy1o3Waiq5o4zKwA8cn/s400/5star.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="78" data-original-width="400" height="62" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdmEBlHXGRe4qrXDtcEG32yfZbKMmLnFP9l9YNkgP71jl-Wve6eTNY5zUf3q9BqCfLGwdWtkfguh21XdcDbGFJ0Owxq0uRWgW3hlJu6QE5AxUzhfTn_lgI80OchjVbyFCLcrw82nzgsJ_PAoxaDYZ66KBCmETseOULSEkY_OjFsy1o3Waiq5o4zKwA8cn/s320/5star.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“From the
minute I met out hero Sascha, I was intrigued and a bit in love. He has an old
world quality that endears you, and when you discover his secret… you understand
why. Melissa has her own mysteries. Independent and feisty, she has an instant
connection with Sascha. They come together in a dazzling display of lust,
possibility, and emotion. Their bond deepens swiftly, and as the story goes on,
we begin to really understand why.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Black lion
is a fantastic short. Sexy, inventive, and charming, it’s the perfect novella
to cuddle up with when you’re looking for a paranormal romp in fantasy land. I
highly recommend it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">4 stars,
reviewed by Natasha Jackson for a Readers’ Favorite<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eeghM7Tl2t0vCBUX81gHOCl7MgYdjZO9LMJcuK4pq5_cyi4WivQ1FJ54BkkVfSG2F3GgbfeLJMHtBpPI9ZUx4P0YE2G2oID_Aw2_WonvzNyJiEkd6MMw7VuB90w8mJLTlgnoRlzHXX_Yubq2ExKidMtQGM-5lhytb3T6zuq_j1hNb_sw_ca87YY9CSB_/s250/4star.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="250" height="60" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eeghM7Tl2t0vCBUX81gHOCl7MgYdjZO9LMJcuK4pq5_cyi4WivQ1FJ54BkkVfSG2F3GgbfeLJMHtBpPI9ZUx4P0YE2G2oID_Aw2_WonvzNyJiEkd6MMw7VuB90w8mJLTlgnoRlzHXX_Yubq2ExKidMtQGM-5lhytb3T6zuq_j1hNb_sw_ca87YY9CSB_/s1600/4star.png" width="250" /></a></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“When The Black Lion begins we know
that a man, who we later learn is called Sascha, is on the hunt. For sex or
something else, we aren’t quite sure until he spots a beautiful woman from whom
he can feed. But when he spots, well ... smells, Melissa he has a lot more than
food on his mind. Melissa is enthralled, but Sascha is gone before he can make
a move and so begins Elodie Parkes’ new paranormal tale of love and lust. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Sascha intercedes to save her
from another of “his kind,” Melissa isn’t shocked because she has her own
secrets. But before secrets are revealed, the attraction between Sascha and
Melissa must be acted upon before the jealous person looming in the shadows can
make their move.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">From the moment they meet at the
The Black Lion club there is a strong connection pulling Melissa and Sascha
together, or is it something else? This short story from Elodie Parkes is a
perfect fantasy combining love, secrets, and a hidden enemy in just a few short
pages. And the love scenes are as hot as I’ve come to expect of Parkes; they
are just descriptive enough to make you blush and understand how a couple could
so quickly succumb to their emotions. The Black Lion is short but it is well
written and the author has a frank voice that cuts to the chase, because why
should supernatural beings waste so much time being poetic when they've been
talking for centuries? This genre is an acquired taste but Elodie Parkes gets
the job done every time.”</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oi5YqNbK_pTWn-vZpX1O9rdrIre0uysVe2E9N-VP46g9VVhu2Ofiwo7-eG51KU59MqhK7glw1AV6WR3MGhoRvN02AkOXcr60f08lQLQEJTeWOfUBW7mQ-N7l7h835GFsg1BcjAZO3d1yEknZAwWC_-KvgImO7cYuHgd9YqbpVXSGfFii23_Fj4iKLGEZ/s2000/bannersmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="2000" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oi5YqNbK_pTWn-vZpX1O9rdrIre0uysVe2E9N-VP46g9VVhu2Ofiwo7-eG51KU59MqhK7glw1AV6WR3MGhoRvN02AkOXcr60f08lQLQEJTeWOfUBW7mQ-N7l7h835GFsg1BcjAZO3d1yEknZAwWC_-KvgImO7cYuHgd9YqbpVXSGfFii23_Fj4iKLGEZ/w640-h185/bannersmall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /></div><p></p>Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-82063332843296449392023-10-23T19:00:00.001-04:002023-10-23T19:00:00.143-04:00What surprises her most is how charming the duke can be. Until a mistake on his part makes her question his feelings and his intentions. #newrelease #historicalromance #Regency from @BarnesSophie <p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/fall-2023-blitzes/sophie-barnes-a-dukes-lesson-in-charm-release-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/a5365abfdcc74412a1b346a4ec2073da" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/616564ed79b54884a89fb532232dd529" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/616564ed79b54884a89fb532232dd529" width="267" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">The Gentlemen Authors Series, Book Three</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Historical Romance / Regency Romance</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b> Date Published:</b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> October 24, 2023</span>
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</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123104478-a-duke-s-lesson-in-charm" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">She was the last person he ever expected to marry…</span>
</b></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b> </b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Callum Davis, Duke of Stratton, never expected to get along with Emily
Brooke, but thanks to his ward, he starts to realize she’s pretty good
company. The more time he spends with her, the better he likes her. But
rather than let their relationship grow at a gradual pace, a pretend
courtship leads to a whirlwind romance that quickly collapses when Emily
finds out what Callum has written about her. Now he must make every effort
to prove his love for her is real, or risk losing her forever.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">There is only one person Lady Emily Brooke must avoid at all cost, and
that’s the Duke of Stratton. Since her debut, the man has threatened
her safety by stepping upon her toes, spilling drinks on her gown, and
sending her head first into a fountain. But when he invites her for a walk
so the boy in his care can spend time with her dog, she cannot resist. What
surprises her most is how charming the duke can be. Until a mistake on his
part makes her question his feelings and his intentions.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b><i>The Gentlemen Authors Series:</i></b></span>
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/4bb8dce0b3454476b5264593f041560a" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="467" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/4bb8dce0b3454476b5264593f041560a" width="467" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A Duke's Guide to Romance</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The Gentlemen Authors, Book One</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span>
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A Duke's Introduction to Courtship</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The Gentlemen Authors, Book 2</span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A Duke's Lesson in Charm</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The Gentlemen Authors, Book 2</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Coming October 24, 2023</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BWK9DSRX">Amazon</a></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b> About the Author</b></span></p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/a2831c0894494669bf89e747a5cae361" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/a2831c0894494669bf89e747a5cae361" width="198" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes writes historical romance novels
in which the characters break away from social expectations in their quest
for happiness and love. Having written for Avon, an imprint of Harper
Collins, her books have been published internationally in eight languages.
With a fondness for travel, Sophie has lived in six countries, on three
continents, and speaks English, Danish, French, Spanish, and Romanian with
varying degrees of fluency. Ever the romantic, she married the same man
three times—in three different countries and in three different
dresses.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">When she’s not busy dreaming up her next swoon worthy romance novel,
Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, practicing yoga, baking,
gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.</span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Contact Links</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.sophiebarnes.com/sb/">Website</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSophieBarnes">Facebook</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/sophiebarnesromancewriter/">Instagram</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5400052.Sophie_Barnes?ref=nav_profile_l">Goodreads</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://twitter.com/BarnesSophie">Twitter</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Purchase Links</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://amzn.to/4704ixa">Amazon</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-dukes-lesson-in-charm-sophie-barnes/1143104830?ean=2940167037335">B&N</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ro/en/ebook/a-duke-s-lesson-in-charm">Kobo</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id6445799030">Apple Books</a></span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-44229940199406481202023-10-17T19:00:00.089-04:002023-10-17T19:00:00.143-04:00For today’s October #supernatural blog visitor we meet #vampire Ethan Ross from #paranormalromance Deep Dream, who tells us when and who turned him @elodieparkes <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5OBbGbylj9fzy5CvPCmp3i9jU7mg7m5JGfuRjCQKkLFB5pzrQOskQ-NeuU1a7E-b_Lld4KudUFV0I1g1GBkwuLRslH6s4grwlLYhqTTY3h0ogEhclHXYS5FCTJbkwqBpfrO7W9y1Oa8LRcgGvn-AOc2ZrqhlY8U_boGMv6ZpbKdhy8nBHvDhD0eCdp6K/s851/afterreleasedaybanDDCC.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="851" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5OBbGbylj9fzy5CvPCmp3i9jU7mg7m5JGfuRjCQKkLFB5pzrQOskQ-NeuU1a7E-b_Lld4KudUFV0I1g1GBkwuLRslH6s4grwlLYhqTTY3h0ogEhclHXYS5FCTJbkwqBpfrO7W9y1Oa8LRcgGvn-AOc2ZrqhlY8U_boGMv6ZpbKdhy8nBHvDhD0eCdp6K/w640-h227/afterreleasedaybanDDCC.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hello Ethan, thank
you for visiting the romance writers’ blog today. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thank
you for inviting me. It’s a good break from rehearsals with the band.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">What’s the name of
your band? How many band members are there?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
band’s name is Deep Dream. (Smiles.) I guess the book is named after the band.
There’s Marcus, the bass guitarist, Jolene, the other singer, the twins, Alex
and Luke more guitarists, and me, so five. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">How did you come up
with the name?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Well,
you know we’re vampires. We can all put mortals into a deep dream … should we
want to … I mean we don’t. We’re … benign. There was once, though, where I had to compel sleep on someone. I did it for good reasons but I'm still a little ashamed of it, although the person in question long ago forgave me. (Sighs.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Of course. Ethan can
you tell readers who turned you?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yes.
It was a long time ago, 1922, but as vamps go, I’m quite young only nearly a
hundred years old as a vamp but a hundred and twenty-five if you count my human
existence, too. (He grins.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">In
those days, living in New York, I frequented a Manhattan speakeasy. I was
twenty-five, and I like to think, going places in music and baseball. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
woman who turned me came to the speakeasy one night. The most beautiful woman I’d
ever seen, I watched her glide through the crowds, drinking, smoking, and
tapping a pretty foot as she listened to the jazz band playing. She noticed me,
told me her name was Ruby and lured me into a relationship so sexually charged
my head spun continually.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">(He
shook his head and heaved a sigh before he continued with his story and I wait
silently. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Only a couple of questions into the interview and I've started to realize Ethan is no stereotypic vampire.)<b> </b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
wrote a song for her, followed her every night through New York, and when she
said she loved me, I was hooked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
brought me to New Orleans to meet her community telling me we’d be married
there. I clung to her for the three nights she gave me after taking me to her
French Quarter mansion—then she disappeared. (He shrugged.) I never saw her
again. I left her place after months of waiting and hoping and made a life for
myself without her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Did the experience
put you off love? I know in the book blurb it states you swore off love but
then…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
made me wary. I decided never again to be hurt the way Ruby hurt me. I got away
with that for close to a hundred years. Now, I’m a little ashamed to say, I was
a bad boy during those years taking what I wanted from women, although I never
hurt them…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I know you work in
a mysterious nightclub can you tell us a little about it?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
have to be careful not to give away too many secrets. It’s a magical place.
Many supernatural people hang out there. It’s safe for us there. The nightclub
is owned by a warlock, Tate. He offers an extra thrill for select private members
in the top bar of StarZ. We call the bar <i>the clouds</i>. (Ethan stops and stares at
me. Clearly, he’s saying nothing else.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thank you. </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tell the readers
about the book, Deep Dream.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s
paranormal romance, a sizzler, in fact, but the story of how I fall in love
despite my vow not to. The reader will meet the band members, roadies, the
warlock, Remy, who to my horror, I can tell you, goes after Anna.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Anna Prideaux
is the girl I fall for. (He smiles.) We do get together … there’s a happy
ending. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Oh, yeah and secrets about the private bar, the clouds, are revealed to the
reader.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Describe Anna to me<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She’s
great. She’s a journalist for a music magazine. She’s intelligent, talented,
and so pretty, in fact stunning. I notice her right away when she visits the
nightclub before she interviews me, but I’m rude to her and dismissive. (He
sighs.) Yeah, I’m a real asshole. Then things happen. I have to accept my
feelings. It’s hard … to begin with.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You’ve mentioned
Remy. Who is he?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hmm.
Remy is a silver-eyed, beautiful, charming sorcerer. He made a pass at Anna
right under my nose. She was enchanted by him for a short time and honestly, I
can’t fault her there. I, er ... I put paid to that. If I’m honest, it was seeing
her with Remy that made me realize I was in love with her. I should thank him.
(He laughs then.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ethan, name some
facts about yourself you’d like readers to know<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">That’s
hard. I’ll keep the answers low key. Sorry. (He grins, obviously not sorry.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
like vodka, although it doesn’t have much of an effect on me except to settle
me down somewhat when I’m upset.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
generally wear black jeans because I like them. In fact, I wear a lot of black.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
still live in the French Quarter. I have a house a short distance from the
nightclub.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
play the guitar when I do sole performances, but I sing in the band.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
have blue eyes, naturally. My mother gave them to me. They didn’t change when I
was turned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thank you for that.
Will you choose an excerpt from the book for our readers?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
think I’d like to show my softer, more emotional side in the excerpt. I choose
the passage where I realize I’m in love with Anna. She’s at my place where I’ve
taken her to make up for my horrible actions in the clouds. I’ve told her she
fainted, although it was me who compelled her to sleep. (His expression holds
sadness.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LerIIf7FLm2EDnzyxT4Gtr0WHkEkyzJmsU-x9cd1HilBBamrq5Lpiv5Cv3A9joOElZv4KGQb3L0xcs6bUESnV0iQW631F22Fm96sFZ0vAK2kjxkQokplZ0ctCAkqJOjYnvBHW0zjcdKVp6QijsDGQGxur6tiY-nbMxjxz0aH63PFjVdiUoH9oHt_z2MY/s1600/deepdreamrealEPsmallerCC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LerIIf7FLm2EDnzyxT4Gtr0WHkEkyzJmsU-x9cd1HilBBamrq5Lpiv5Cv3A9joOElZv4KGQb3L0xcs6bUESnV0iQW631F22Fm96sFZ0vAK2kjxkQokplZ0ctCAkqJOjYnvBHW0zjcdKVp6QijsDGQGxur6tiY-nbMxjxz0aH63PFjVdiUoH9oHt_z2MY/s320/deepdreamrealEPsmallerCC.jpg" width="213" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />Read Ethan’s chosen
excerpt:<o:p></o:p></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan
finally admitted to himself that here was a woman he would love forever … if he
let himself … if she still wanted him … He yearned to stroke the tendrils of
her hair from her lovely skin and kiss her all over. Ethan dragged his thoughts
away from sex.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Anna is brave and smart, too.</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%;"> He’d
enjoyed her questions in the interview about his band, if he was honest and not
putting up a barrier against her. He sighed at his own foolishness and sat
beside her. “I’ve been a little offhand with you. I’m sorry about that.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She turned
to face him, pressing her purse onto her thighs to keep her dress down.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Try <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">more</i> than a little offhand, Ethan.” She
looked into his eyes, her expression sincere and took a deep breath. “I wish
you’d be more honest with me about StarZ. It seems to me now that you might
have been hoping to put me off coming to the club with your manner. Tell me
about Remy. Did he just leave me fainted on the floor?” Her eyes searched his
face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan
didn’t know what to say. “Remy wasn’t there when it happened. He’d gone off
somewhere. He did tell me he likes you very much, but I don’t want you seeing
him. He’s …”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Frowning,
she interrupted. “You don’t want me seeing him. Who are you, my father? That’s
a bizarre thing to say. I’ll <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">see</i> who
I want.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan
leaned forward to make sure she saw the honesty in his eyes. “It’s because I
like you very much. I wish … I want …”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anna gazed
into his eyes. “Do you?” Her tone held surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan
looked away from her face. The truth was he wanted to kiss her so much there
was an unfamiliar knot of pain in his stomach. Desperation rose up. “Yes, and
it worried me, because I promised myself not to—” He stopped abruptly, aware he
was about to say, fall in love. He couldn’t go that far … yet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anna nodded
slowly. “You have to know I like you, too. I have from the moment we met. Remy
is very tempting, but there’s something dangerous about him. I felt drugged by
it when he first kissed me. I’m lonely, sort of. I wanted what he offered. That
doesn’t make me bad. You were always pushing me away, and I thought you didn’t
want to know me. Now it seems as if you’re the only person around here who’s
normal. Does Remy practice magic? Is the owner, Tate, a warlock? Is the whole
place a cover for some satanic cult?” Her voice fell to a whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan was
reeling from her idea he was normal and then when she asked the direct
questions he had no idea if he should tell her or not. It occurred to him for
the first time that he didn’t know if <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">any</i>
ordinary humans knew anything at all of what really went on in the StarZ
private bar or if they all believed it was just an elaborate show. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I can’t tell her. The truth is unbelievable,
but if she believed it she might be horrified, and who might she then tell?
Better to let her think its rumor to enhance the club’s appeal.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She took
his hand as he sat silently.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It thrilled
him and he soaked up the satin feel of her skin as her thumb touched his palm. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She spoke
gently. “I really need the truth.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tentatively
Ethan placed his other hand over hers. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She looked
down, but left her hand enclosed in his.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He forced
himself to speak as desire and worry vied for first place in his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“It’s not a
satanic cult, but there are people there who believe in magic.” He simply
couldn’t tell her the truth. His lies discomforted him, but he told himself it
was to save Anna from being afraid. “People spread rumors when things seem
mysterious. Remy probably hypnotized you to begin with, but he thinks you
wanted his kisses tonight. Did you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anna’s eyes
widened with a swift flame of anger that Ethan knew his lies had ignited, and
then she gave a quick sigh and moved her hand away from his. “Hypnotized—apart
from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>being outrageous, I did
want his kiss, at first, when I arrived at the club tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A huge dip
of disappointment replaced the knot of pain in Ethan’s stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I told him
you didn’t. Sorry, I told him you wouldn’t choose him. He asked to hear it from
you.” Ethan stood and walked away to a window at the other end of the room
where he stared out at the dark night, and still seeing everything out there,
he watched a black cat slink across the tiny manicured lawn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The sound
of Anna putting on her shoes and standing made him turn toward her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She walked
to him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Choose
him. That sounds as if you told him I was choosing between him and someone
else. Who would that be? I want to go home now. I need to call a cab.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the
shoestring straps of her dress fell from her shoulder down her upper arm. She
was bedraggled and her expression held uncertainty tinged with fear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ethan
reached out and gently pulled the strap up. Her silken skin under his fingers
filled him with an aching need to hold her close. He held himself back from kissing
her. The scent of her blood filled his head, but he didn’t want to drink from
her, only to make love to her. “I’ll drive you.” He wanted to take care of her
and keep her safe. He suddenly, desperately, wanted her love, but just as
suddenly, the thought came into his head. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’ll
never love a vampire.</i> He gazed into her eyes, his fingers still on her
shoulder, and he caressed there softly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anna’s eyes
filled with emotion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
recognized it. She’d looked at him like that before in the bar and he’d flicked
her off with his sarcasm, now he drifted in the longing clear in her gaze. He
bent his head slowly to hers. He rested his forehead against hers waiting for
her to spook and withdraw, but she leaned against him with a soft sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The sigh
vibrated with pleasure. “It’s you isn’t it? I choose between him and you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Ethan closed his eyes and kissed
her. The kiss devastated him. He held her head to keep her mouth on his. His
hunger for her kisses astounded him, drove him to murmur low sounds and linger
against her lips even when he felt her search for a breath. He broke away a
fraction to let her breathe.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, "sans-serif"; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Copyright Elodie
Parkes, Hot Ink Press, a division of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly
Publishing</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Thank
you for visiting the blog today, and thank you for the excerpt.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I enjoyed being here.
Thank you.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">(He stands and with a soft
smile, he leaves. I don’t even see him go so he must have turned on the vampire
speed.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">If you would like to buy Deep
Dream, it’s available on all Amazon sites and to read free if you’re with
Kindle Unlimited. See below for links.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8MR8_xNd54mTjR4xjAhUPoBLiANCN79b169SeSR5CyaypxQkHdNEBubMnRvhf2MNJlqzIKVTSPFACaaZ8hx-5HaQpBkYNwuH3lcmY3SQLh42T65ZziR_GRhTZkCvcpv0gmRoRIL5_VXa3QN1x12l_J7dqKia_Ca9neALHDnLsVWeYrrcd1xgZGZqlo4U/s851/banner1DDEP.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="851" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8MR8_xNd54mTjR4xjAhUPoBLiANCN79b169SeSR5CyaypxQkHdNEBubMnRvhf2MNJlqzIKVTSPFACaaZ8hx-5HaQpBkYNwuH3lcmY3SQLh42T65ZziR_GRhTZkCvcpv0gmRoRIL5_VXa3QN1x12l_J7dqKia_Ca9neALHDnLsVWeYrrcd1xgZGZqlo4U/w400-h148/banner1DDEP.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Here’s the blurb<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Gorgeous Ethan Ross believes
he’s immune to love. He’s a lead member of, Deep Dream, a rock band that often
plays at StarZ, an up-market, mysterious, New Orleans rock club and he’s never
short of romantic offers, so, he reasons, why bring love into the equation? He
also works in StarZ as a bartender, which is great cover for what he really is
and gives the ladies the opportunity to flock to him. He’s seen some strange
things there, but Ethan isn’t easily shocked, after all, he’s supernatural.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When music magazine
journalist, Anna Prideaux visits StarZ to interview his band, she’s drawn to
Ethan in a way she’s never experienced before. As she returns to the club time
and again in the hope he will ask her out, she slowly becomes aware that the
club holds a mystery ... what really happens in the private upstairs bar, for
instance?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Anna is ready to give up the
idea of ever gaining Ethan’s attention when gorgeous Remy Dubois hits on her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sparks start to fly as Ethan
feels...what...not a twinge of jealousy, surely?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Who will win Anna’s heart and
how low will the two men stoop to do it?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">(Please note that this story was written before the
author knew there was an entertainment broadcasting company with the name Starz. NO
infringement is intended. The story and nightclub in the story is entirely
fictitious and has no relationship with this entertainment company.) <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Buy Links.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Deep Dream.
Late night, the supernatural people come out to play.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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deal with the threat to their family’s future in their own inimitable
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development
consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by
night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-81675764397130445982023-10-10T19:00:00.009-04:002023-10-10T19:00:00.140-04:00October is the month for #supernatural visitors to the blog. Read an #Interview with a #Vampire today as gorgeous, fierce Dhruv answers some questions #paranormalromance @evernightpub @ElodieParkes <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewvYPlBa7Hj5X-ZC7HMtcnj94mOqQ6hBWmTunvjzG5zFkQUiLSd5mS0mfuZJ-IDZKx_3dnkIx6-zpeM-E7cvmNSESuu3pUhtfj-hc1uHCG_r0t0GoAb33f-JB4h-oQxMnZSdWMTB44o-ZC1KwC3PIM7l5weamM0m30umwS4gDgV2jlczn5MJyEf8BWxph/s948/bannerextra.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="948" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewvYPlBa7Hj5X-ZC7HMtcnj94mOqQ6hBWmTunvjzG5zFkQUiLSd5mS0mfuZJ-IDZKx_3dnkIx6-zpeM-E7cvmNSESuu3pUhtfj-hc1uHCG_r0t0GoAb33f-JB4h-oQxMnZSdWMTB44o-ZC1KwC3PIM7l5weamM0m30umwS4gDgV2jlczn5MJyEf8BWxph/w640-h338/bannerextra.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.</span></span></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575757; line-height: 1.75;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town. That’s where he meets Daisy.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575757; line-height: 1.75; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDiC230KEO91AafwkS5oMkyLbpxzWuNnlty_L4bEIxFx27kfEPiQsTCF4kUZNBJp3JvnSj6k8uKK6rjGQdqGPTmNPHxMhPVXxF-5Fzyxp1wQqS7KnXRO7pjQgXLnSBVoa8TRgp-HqOYgcnKlscWWyz7yDqSXvjNbaiq1jU-2amMK3pT53tWSmQYhog8M0/s450/alm1m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDiC230KEO91AafwkS5oMkyLbpxzWuNnlty_L4bEIxFx27kfEPiQsTCF4kUZNBJp3JvnSj6k8uKK6rjGQdqGPTmNPHxMhPVXxF-5Fzyxp1wQqS7KnXRO7pjQgXLnSBVoa8TRgp-HqOYgcnKlscWWyz7yDqSXvjNbaiq1jU-2amMK3pT53tWSmQYhog8M0/s320/alm1m.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hi Dhruv, thanks
for agreeing to talk to us today.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hi,
thanks for inviting me to your blog. I’m not usually around in the day, even
though I can be. I prefer the night.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tell us a little
bit about yourself <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My
name is Dhruv. I don’t use a last name anymore. I’m originally from Norway, but
I haven’t lived there in many years. I found a group of beings like me a long
time ago and joined their community. We call ourselves a clan, because we are
all the same in one special respect. I can’t tell you that, or the author of the
book would have a meltdown (smiles). It would be a spoiler. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I became the clan’s
scribe. I love to write and I draw too. I was writing their chronicles, but
something terrible happened and I’ve stopped for a while. That event brought me
to the place I am at the beginning of the story, A Little Mysterious. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In my
long experience, fate always has a hand in what happens to us all, and happily,
for me in this instance, fate brought me where I needed to be.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Are you happy with
the way people perceive you? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As
a vampire, or when they don’t yet know that? Truth is, I don’t know how they
perceive me. (Smiles.) I know people used to say I was a little mysterious
before they discovered that I’m a vampire, hence the book title. I see fear in
some peoples’ eyes even before they know, so I must give off some fierce or
dangerous vibes without trying. Do you feel afraid right now in my company?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well, not right
now. You seem friendly enough … safe enough…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Being a vampire is
expressing love difficult for you? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I
can express love. I didn’t think I’d ever find real love and I guess I
expressed some kind of love, maybe a fleeting affection, through sex for a
while there. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sex
is important. I think if you love someone, the way I love Daisy, you’re going
to make love to them often, want them badly a lot of the time. (Grins) <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well
I do, but with Daisy in my life now, I express my love for her through care, caring
for her feelings, and needs, so, not just physical stuff but through understanding
her, being there for her. (Rubs his forehead.) I hope that’s what I do. (Smiles.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you were taken
out of the story, and placed into your author’s world, what would be the first
thing you’d do? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’d
free my author from the tyranny of humanity. She’s a compassionate
person and I’d like to give her something for telling my story. (Frowns.)
Naturally, I’d check first to make sure she wanted to become a vampire.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Have you found many
people do want to be turned?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In
the hundreds of years I’ve been around, I’ve found <i>a lot</i>. You’d be surprised
how many, but here’s the thing … it’s not something to do lightly and I’ve only
done it twice.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you could pull
your author into your world of vampires and other supernatural beings, what do
you think would happen to them? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I
think she’d cope well. Again, I’d have to give her a hand to fit in and I’d do
that because I like her. Other than the physical aspect of being in my world,
she’d be fine. She’s accepting and broadminded. Actually, I can think of a clan
member who might be very interested in meeting her. He still hasn’t found his
mate…mmm I’ll have to think about this.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">What was the best
sexual experience you’ve had? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Grins.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I
wasn’t expecting a question like that. Okay, well, I don’t usually kiss and
tell, but because it’s you asking, I’ll tell you a little about one of the best
times. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I
was in a park having sex with this girl, lovely girl, very sexy and warm. The
night was dark, dreamy, and cool, when as I came into her, the most shattering
thing happened. I regained a memory I’d lost. The connection I felt with her
then was incredible. I already felt a lot for her and couldn’t get enough of
her so this was … <i>epic</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let’s talk about
another character in the book,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"">For instance, what’s
your take on Ivor?</span></b><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh,
the café owner. He’s a funny guy. You know he gave me a coffee maker as a gift.
(Laughs.) He’s kind-hearted and he cares about his staff. I think he hoped
Daisy and I would get together before we did. He gave her time off to see me
once. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you were to
spend a day with a reader, what would you two do together? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whoa,
now that would be an experience. I’d have to be careful not to scare the living
daylights out of them. I’d show them around my place. I’d ask them what they
wanted to do. I’d introduce them to Daisy. You know low key things so they didn’t
spook and run.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tell me something
about Daisy.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's waiting downstairs, right now. Why don't we ask her up? (Takes his phone from his jacket pocket and calls Daisy. ) Hey, sweetheart, come and join in. Yes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>This is a surprise. Daisy is welcome, of course.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(She comes into the room, smiling, and sits on the couch next to Dhruv.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Hi, Daisy, thanks for joining in. </b></span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Tell us about yourself and the book you star in.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The book is a paranormal romance ... sizzling stuff in places. It's the story of how I meet Dhruv and how we fall in love. (Turns to Dhruv and smiles.) </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m in my early twenties. I work in a café at the time readers meet me. I’m just an ordinary girl.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv interjects here.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>What? You’re lovely, Daisy. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Don’t you think? </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span>(</span></i><span>Asks me this. I nod he’s looking dangerous, now. He
continues after taking Daisy’s hand.) </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Readers,
she’s pretty, intelligent, creative, sexy. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Daisy, leans over and kisses Dhruv.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">You love me so you’re
biased.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv grabs a handful of her hair and kisses her hard
before replying, so I’m just waiting for them. Dhruv lets Daisy go.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Damn right, I love
you.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(They grin at me so I'd better ask another question.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>If you had the chance to have the author change your names what
will they be?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv widens his eyes.) </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wouldn’t like
that. My name’s Dhruv. Why would the author change it? And Daisy is a lovely name. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Now he pulls Daisy onto his lap. She cuddles against him.
This is worrying. If they start making out I’m leaving.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Daisy smiles as she looks at me.)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I actually like
my name. It’s unusual. I don’t think many girls are called Daisy now. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Okay, Dhruv how about you give up three of your deepest, darkest secrets. </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(He
stops tracing his fingers up and down daisy’s arm to answer.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You’re kidding.
Why would I do that? They’re secrets and anyway it could be dangerous to tell
you much more than I have already about myself </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(I nod. His ice-blue eyes are boring into me
now. Are his nails lengthening? Yikes, I’ll ask Daisy.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> Daisy, how about you? Any secrets you want to share?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not likely. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh,
okay. I’ve recently found out how great skinny-dipping is. I still eat way too
much chocolate. I’m a coffee addict … I still drink it almost nonstop, but then
doesn’t everybody? Well, except my author, she
drinks tea, and Dhruv, he drinks…<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv puts his hand over her mouth, kisses her ear, and
whispers something to her. There you go, they do have secrets after all. On to
the next question.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Daisy, what do you love best about yourself?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">My hair if it’s a
physical thing, and if not, then my compassionate nature. <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>What do you like least? </b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’d rather not say. </span></i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(Glances at Dhruv who is busy staring at me, and quietly points at her butt.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>What about you, Dhruv?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m happy enough as I
am. I’ve had a long time to get used to it.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>How do you<i> feel</i> about the book you’re in?</b> (Daisy answers.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I like it for the emotion in it There’s a twinge of sadness in there to begin with
when you hear Dhruv’s back story, but he doesn’t dwell on it.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(She kisses his cheek.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Can you share one of your favorite parts of the book without
giving too much away and tell us why you chose it?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Okay, it has to
be a love scene for me. Maybe with a little hook for readers to know there's much more to our love story than the sizzling parts. What about you, Dhruv? (Daisy gazes lovingly at him.)<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv sighs)</span></span><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Definitely.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read their chosen excerpt:</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They lay there in the damp grass with
the smell of wet vegetation and the occasional sound of a bird fidgeting in the
leaves of the trees.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I think I could be falling in love
with you.” </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He felt her words spear his heart. She had said them softly between
kisses. He took his lips away from hers. The gentle way she held him made him
pulse with emotion close to the one he felt when he thought about his lost clan
members. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against hers briefly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t fall in love with me. I’m only
passing through.” His voice cracked with emotion as he knelt, sliding from her warmth, and stood to stare down at her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He helped her up and found her
clothes. He watched as she hurriedly put them on. He dragged on his jeans, t-shirt, and jacket.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I don’t want to hurt you, Daisy.
Don’t fall in love with me.” He knew he must have a mate somewhere else,
waiting for him to find her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He took Daisy's hand and led her out of
the trees, over the bridge, and down the path.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“How do we get to your place from
here?” He put his arm around her shoulders.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“It’s down the high street as we
exit the park, second left, and then left again. I’m sorry, about the ‘falling
for you’ thing … I don’t mean to crowd you, or…” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He didn’t let her finish the apology
because her voice was full of sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He leaned over and kissed her mouth
closed. He felt something deep for her, and hid from it. They walked to her
place. He held her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the stairs to her apartment, he
moved back a few steps.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’ll leave you here.” He wanted to
warn her about the love bite he'd given her, in case it scared her when she saw it. “I’m sorry. I
sucked a bit too hard on the … love bite. There’s a big mark.” He gestured
towards her neck. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She nodded. “It’ll be okay. Will you be at the
bar tomorrow?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He heard hope in her tone, with a
trace of concern. His heart, long dead, felt even more like a stone than usual.
He knew she was worried that now they’d fucked she wouldn’t see him again. He
wanted to see her again so badly it made him shake.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’ll be there.” His voice was a
whisper and he turned. He walked quickly away. When he judged he was out of her
line of vision, he burst into speed, and fled back to the sanctuary of the
trees and the rustle of leaves in the dark.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing. </span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smile as I thank them. Thanks for being here and answering my questions.</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's been good. Thank you.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Dhruv nods his goodbye as he’s standing up. He takes Daisy's hand and off they go. Daisy turns and waves as they reach the door.)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>If you'd like to buy the book it's available on Evernight Publishing.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-little-mysterious-by-elodie-parkes/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-little-mysterious-by-elodie-parkes/</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Your Amazon </b></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://mybook.to/alittlemysterious">http://mybook.to/alittlemysterious</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Siren Bookstrand </b></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/a-little-mysterious-mf">https://www.bookstrand.com/a-little-mysterious-mf</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Elodie Parks beautifully crafts the dance between
them. Dhruv stares longingly at Daisy throughout her shifts, thinking of all
the things he wants to do to her body, and Daisy falls asleep each night
thinking of the pleasure to be had between them. A Little Mysterious is a
steamy love story guaranteed to burn up the sheets and the story of how Dhruv
came to find Daisy was fantastic. Although this is a short story, Parks packs
it with all the right details to make us not only care about the characters,
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><b>Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">(Iron Tzars MC #9)</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b><span>Date Published: </span></b><span>October 13, 2023</span></span>
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198854234-wylde-iron-tzars-mc-9" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b><i>WARNING: Wylde features a protective hero, a determined heroine and
includes graphic violence and adult situations that may be triggers for some
readers. Eventual happy ending and no cheating, as always.</i></b></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/e2563d6baaa5478a9532ad923e790b30" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/e2563d6baaa5478a9532ad923e790b30" width="513" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p>
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<b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">EXCERPT</span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Copyright ©2023 Marteeka Karland</b></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Wylde</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“I’ll take a double ristretto with iced vanilla double shot and
organic chocolate brownie decaf, please.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">The line behind me groaned.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">One guy grumbled from behind me, “Some of us got places to
be!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Yeah,” someone else volunteered. “You shouldn’t
get something so complicated when the line’s so long.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I just grinned, loving the disgruntled mutterings. Did my heart good.
“It’s amazing what you can wait for when you’re, you know,
early. My recommendation to people in a hurry is to start earlier. Then
you’re not in such a rush.” I leaned in over the counter for a
stage whisper at the woman getting ready to serve me. “Too much stress
can lead to gas.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">The young woman gave me a star struck smile, eating me up with her eyes and
actually licking her lips. What can I say? I have that effect on women. Even
if this one was a little young for my tastes.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“That was a… double… uh… and vanilla…
decaf?” She graced me with a dreamy smile. The girl had no clue what
she was doing, but I wasn’t about to push her. Mainly because I saw
the one person in the whole place who could make this situation
better.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Danica James stepped behind the counter as she tied her apron around her
slender waist. She rolled her eyes, giving me a look that said I was being a
drama queen again. Instead of saying anything, she pulled out a big mug with
the coffee shop’s logo on it and filled it full of black coffee.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Anything else, Wylde?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I grinned as I paid for the cup and the coffee. “Nope. Thanks,
Danica.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the tip jar pointedly. “Just put
the tip in, Wylde. See how it feels.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Yeah, we had a thing going. And I always waited until she said it before I
put in my tip. She always said it.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“What? Is that it?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Asshole.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Yeah, the groans behind me were amusing as shit.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“You’re welcome.” I threw up a hand and headed back to my
table where I’d set up my laptop for the morning. I loved coming here.
Not for the glacially slow Internet or the stimulating company that amused
me so much. Hell, I didn’t even come for the coffee, though it was the
best in town. No. I came for Danica James.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">The woman was sin and sex with a snarky attitude. She knew my drink as well
as my moods and accommodated both. If I were the kind of man looking for a
woman for my own, it would probably be Danica. Not only was she beautiful
and sassy, but she was kind, as well. I’d seen her giving out the
leftover pastries to a few homeless people who hung out a couple of blocks
from Henry’s Coffee Shop on multiple occasions. I’d also seen
her paying for them out of her tips so her boss didn’t get in a twist.
I made sure to contribute as much as I could and not look like a creepy
stalker. I also was pretty sure she knew what I was doing.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">An hour later, I was banging away on a Discord channel I frequented,
helping noobs learn to play Fortnite. The other barista approached me, a big
smile on her face. She’d loosened a couple of buttons on her top so I
had a good view of her cleavage. Which, I admit, was a pretty good view. But
she wasn’t my style. Mainly because she was star struck by my good
looks, tattoos, and quite possibly my Titan GT77, but I didn’t think
so. She might surprise me, but didn’t strike me as the computer geek
type.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Hey, Wylde.” She smiled and set a large black coffee next to
my empty mug. “Want me to freshen up your mug?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I glanced at the cup she’d just set in front of me. “I think
I’m good. I’ll come to the bar if I need something.” I
smiled to take the sting out, but honestly, I could care less if she got
offended. She wasn’t stupid… exactly… she was just young
and thought she could lead guys around by their dicks. I’d seen it a
few times since she started. I’d also overheard her telling her
girlfriends she could get me into bed with a crook of her finger. I had to
chuckle at that.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Her smile faltered. “I was just being nice.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I sighed and looked up from the chat session I was in. Normally, I’d
have my headphones on using voice chat, but it was crowded and I
didn’t want to disturb anyone. I could be a bastard, but I
wasn’t a complete asshole. Most of the time.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Look, kid. I’m sure you’re nice and all, but you
ain’t my type. Tell your friends I’m gay or something if you
think it will help you save face. But I’m not interested.
‘K?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">All right. So maybe I was a complete asshole. Wasn’t the first time.
Wouldn’t be the last.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">The girl stomped her foot. “You don’t have to be so
rude.” Then she turned and flounced off.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Making friends, I see.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Danica grinned at me from where she was wiping down a table while Little
Miss Thang had moved back behind the bar. She glared furiously at me before
going back to her phone.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I grinned at Danica. “I do my best.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">She snorted. “Right. You do your best to piss as many people off as
you can. Pretty sure you think they’ve made pissing people off an
Olympic sport, and you’re determined to win gold.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">I barked out a laugh. Which got Little Miss Thang back to glaring at me.
Only now, her anger spilled over to Danica. That wasn’t happening. I
met her gaze while I continued my conversation with Danica. The look I gave
her was probably not very pleasant.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Well, you know what they say. Better pissed off than pissed on. I
mean, that’s not really my thing, but I could do it. Honestly, though,
she didn’t take the hint so I had to go the not-so-subtle
route.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">“Just be careful of your coffee if Jordan serves it. Not saying
she’d put laxative in it. Not not saying it either. Or maybe
salt.” She looked off, as if pondering which would be worse. “I
think I’d prefer the laxative.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I sketched her a two-fingered salute and we both went about our business.
It was one of many reasons I liked Danica. She knew when to leave a man
alone, and she didn’t throw herself at me either. Hell, I knew she
wanted me. What woman wouldn’t? But she never let on like she did.
Which, I’ll admit, was part of the draw. It was also the reason I
didn’t pursue her. Once the chase was over, I’d get bored and
she’d get hurt. That was the last thing I wanted.</span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%;">Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated
housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes
pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited,
vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a
blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her
writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning
delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying
conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-22319642519033100382023-09-05T19:00:00.001-04:002023-09-05T19:00:00.148-04:00Author @lisabetsarai releases the #boxset of #steampunk The Toymakers Guild #series and tells us about her affinity for the Victorian age<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-40DkeZtP0dsvxGo_HN8Q3yKu0d0l4x39KC2UmR3oo3eK7DS33AWpncBmIoc5QBTjKjt_BUOrGkbaU2lkX5Ya3zR2tLuuUmQN9f_ZpyNzqVrAApXxT9XyoLQCN0OF3aH4UTyHYsu_kVPTKUDeSeNJ9y3L0hzCS-YvVfJn5hNHMfSSFaAV7TnLXbJuVGte/s1200/TheToymakersGuildBanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="1200" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-40DkeZtP0dsvxGo_HN8Q3yKu0d0l4x39KC2UmR3oo3eK7DS33AWpncBmIoc5QBTjKjt_BUOrGkbaU2lkX5Ya3zR2tLuuUmQN9f_ZpyNzqVrAApXxT9XyoLQCN0OF3aH4UTyHYsu_kVPTKUDeSeNJ9y3L0hzCS-YvVfJn5hNHMfSSFaAV7TnLXbJuVGte/w400-h138/TheToymakersGuildBanner.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">New Release Box Set</span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By Lisabet Sarai<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoFsJe1UMbpaMkYAPeWjiq-Rv6TZ7zbQu0X99PD0-ozkog7e9Bv5v-g2bTR6wjNDZ2MaCse4-Fly8d9JUXkg7x0LfRQzA3lQ_Z8PbjornzOvutnDTlCRIwBtmk6jXDltMCYZUsyGjm8xK-9ku8_Z1JlEpid0D_kOPeCEbbZCzw-emih0S_K76yNtdVfO9/s600/TheToymakersGuildCover_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoFsJe1UMbpaMkYAPeWjiq-Rv6TZ7zbQu0X99PD0-ozkog7e9Bv5v-g2bTR6wjNDZ2MaCse4-Fly8d9JUXkg7x0LfRQzA3lQ_Z8PbjornzOvutnDTlCRIwBtmk6jXDltMCYZUsyGjm8xK-9ku8_Z1JlEpid0D_kOPeCEbbZCzw-emih0S_K76yNtdVfO9/s16000/TheToymakersGuildCover_400.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Buy</b><b> </b><b>Links</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Available exclusively on Amazon:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CGQMD3S6/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CGQMD3S6/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CGQMD3S6/</span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0CGQMD3S6</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Free on Kindle Unlimited!</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Add on Goodreads – <a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198043949-the-toymakers-guild</span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Add on BookBub -<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink">https://www.bookbub.com/books/the-toymakers-guild-the-complete-series-by-lisabet-sarai</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Hear from Lisabet</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've always felt an affinity for the Victorian period. I was
wearing high-necked blouses with cameos, long flowing skirts, and lace-up boots
in my teens, long before they were fashionable. (The corsets came later...!)
With my long hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a bun, I could well
have been one of the heroines in the books I loved so much.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was also a science geek from my earliest days. I received my
first microscope when I was five, and my first chemistry set at seven. I
entered every science fair. In seventh grade, I won grand prize on a televised
science quiz show. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So it’s hardly surprising I’ve become a devotee of steam punk.
I've been in love with this strange meld of science fiction and Victoriana for
as long as I can remember – long before steam punk even had a name. When I was in high school, I devoured H.G. Wells
and H. Rider Haggard, and shared a Sherlock Holmes obsession with my dad.
Later, I marveled at Neal Stephenson's <a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink"><i>The Diamond Age</i></span></a>
and more recently, I discovered Gordon Dahlquist's incredible <a href="about:blank"><span class="InternetLink"><i>The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters</i></span></a>. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #00000a;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've
written a number of steam punk short stories for anthologies, as well as a full
length novel, <i>Rajasthani Moon</i>.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "DejaVu Sans","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "DejaVu Sans"; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: "DejaVu Sans\; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "DejaVu Sans","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "DejaVu Sans"; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: "DejaVu Sans\; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "DejaVu Sans","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "DejaVu Sans\;"><br /></span></p><br /><p></p>Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-62443404281444783242023-07-27T19:00:00.001-04:002023-07-27T19:00:00.135-04:00Read a story #teaser from #newrelease #scifi #romance Bodies of Light on pre-order now @lisabetsarai <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxERqBkz1RJDRFwzWNbH-1_UUjwZBUvsPq4pEVFrXqovJKPT5YRk_Vzn0SKNybNJj9v_HLdh7-UjXU5_4iUmIu6brdCbmLGhKP6mbOCfTyOaxyGxa2q-pJo8Bam_uPrQzXFiXCmUeUM4D6C1BJcNd59xPhb7rGu2OGiqtkT3DACu8yAaB79mEm366p4TjX/s1200/BodiesOfLightBanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="1200" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxERqBkz1RJDRFwzWNbH-1_UUjwZBUvsPq4pEVFrXqovJKPT5YRk_Vzn0SKNybNJj9v_HLdh7-UjXU5_4iUmIu6brdCbmLGhKP6mbOCfTyOaxyGxa2q-pJo8Bam_uPrQzXFiXCmUeUM4D6C1BJcNd59xPhb7rGu2OGiqtkT3DACu8yAaB79mEm366p4TjX/w400-h134/BodiesOfLightBanner.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">Physicist Dr. Christine Monroe has
devoted her lonely life to research on hyper-space travel. Her continued
failure leads her to sign on to the Archimedes, a sub-light-speed mission aimed
at establishing a colony in the Sirius-B system. Waking from suspended
animation, she discovers that the ship is wildly off course and the rest of the
crew are dead due to equipment failure. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">At first she thinks the two virile
strangers who show up on the ship are figments of her imagination - erotic
hallucinations created by isolation and stress. However, Alyn and Zed are
solid, real, and ready to sacrifice their lives for the strong woman they’ve
found stranded in deep space. As her ship begins to disintegrate, Christine
must choose between the planet she was sent to save and the two aliens she’s
come to cherish. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name="__DdeLink__428_1424007127"></a><i><span lang="EN-GB">Note: This book was previously published by
Totally Entwined. This new edition has been revised and re-edited.</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkQtigE08hCov8KdMfrT2zZem7o93wMZlWAz17kw-EVnU3H58lbQcUBE4a3Kn-_kzQcA2Qkh6KNia7uBGj9nnMKaQ2oBRQ6JDhWAbXAZA8a7905c39Z_3QXRd74QkzM-vsG_NO1tyqoE4iogh_Crd7ZOBSXFoZQNOr0KnVHlMOH5_q0Ecyu0e8b0UsDLw/s600/BodiesOfLightCover_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkQtigE08hCov8KdMfrT2zZem7o93wMZlWAz17kw-EVnU3H58lbQcUBE4a3Kn-_kzQcA2Qkh6KNia7uBGj9nnMKaQ2oBRQ6JDhWAbXAZA8a7905c39Z_3QXRd74QkzM-vsG_NO1tyqoE4iogh_Crd7ZOBSXFoZQNOr0KnVHlMOH5_q0Ecyu0e8b0UsDLw/w266-h400/BodiesOfLightCover_400.jpg" width="266" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">From the author</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">When I began writing
Bodies of Light, originally published in an anthology of space-themed
romance, I tried, as I usually do, to put a different spin on the tale. Love
scenes usually occur in the physical world, but what if you’re making love to
beings without bodies? What if you encountered aliens who were pure energy?
Could a human woman love such creatures? Could they return that love? And if
so, how would they express it in a realm where matter was not relevant?</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">These are the
questions I explore in Bodies of Light. Nearly a century ago, Einstein
demonstrated that matter and energy were inter-convertible. An entity composed
of energy could take on material form, creating a body out of the light that
was his fundamental nature so that he could express physical love. Perhaps,
though, this experience would be far less satisfying than connecting and
exchanging unadulterated erotic energy. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">This realization
lies at the heart of my heroine’s journey into an unlimited universe. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read an excerpt (PG)</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">The alarm buzzed in Christine’s ears like an angry wasp. Electric
current crackled along her skin, goading her long-dormant nerves into
responsiveness. Her attempt to inhale turned into a racking cough as her body
expelled the last traces of fluid from her lungs. Her eyes flickered open. Dim
as it was, the blue-tinged light within the suspension pod made her head pound.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">Her limbs felt weighted with lead. She tried to wiggle her fingers. They
were stiff, as though encrusted with rust. The gel that cradled her gradually
warmed. As it did, her joints grew more flexible. Little by little the pod
thawed her long-immobile body. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">As soon as she could lift her arm, she groped for the release switch.
Her movements were clumsy and slow. The curved hatch over her face slid back,
exposing her to the cooler air outside. Goosebumps rose on her bare skin. She
pulled the tubes from her arms and pushed aside the tangle of cables strapped
around her brow. When she struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness crashed over
her. She waited for the vertigo to subside.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">The fog in her brain thinned a bit. She remembered where she was—the
Archimedes, en route to Sirius 2. Had they arrived, then? Listening closely,
she heard nothing but her own breathing.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">The suspension bay was located near the center of the ship in order to
protect it from possible meteor damage to the hull. There were no viewports. It
hardly mattered. Christine was a physicist, not an astronomer or a pilot. Even
if she could have seen the stars, she couldn’t have read them. She needed to
get to the bridge, to figure out how far they were from their destination and
whether it was time to revive the rest of the crew. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">She swung her legs out of the coffin-like suspension capsule and took a
stab at standing. Her knees buckled when she transferred her weight, leaving
her slumped on the rubber-clad floor. Her head swam. When her vision cleared,
she tried again. This time she managed to stay upright although she had to lean
on the capsule for support.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">Christine took a deep breath. She felt the strength returning gradually
to her body. Her skin was slimy with residue from the nutrient gel that had
nourished her inanimate form during the months —or was it years?—since the ship
had departed.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">At point-nine lightspeed, the maximum velocity of which the Archimedes
was capable, the journey to the Sirius cluster should have taken almost
thirteen years. Was that long wait really over? It had seemed like the blink of
an eye. A kind of rosy haze hung in her mind, a sense of peace and well-being,
but she couldn’t remember any details about her time in stasis.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">She surveyed the nineteen other capsules arranged around the perimeter
of the bay. She seemed to be the only one the ship had awakened. She stumbled
over to the closest pod—Ravin Conter, the xenobiologist and her assigned
partner—and peered in through the curved glass. She could just make out his
rugged features, pale and composed.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">Something wasn’t right, though. Her thoughts still disordered by the
transition, it took her ten seconds to put her finger on the problem. The
capsule should have been lit from within by the same low-intensity blue as her
own had been. However, there was no interior illumination. Only the ambient
light of the bay made Ravin’s face visible.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Ravin!” she cried. Her voice woke hollow echoes in the metal-walled
chamber. The vital sign indicators on the control panel were blank. She keyed
the emergency revival sequence into the controls on the top of the pod. Nothing
happened. There was no power running to
the capsule. It was dead, and so, it was obvious, was the person within. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">“No!” </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">She stared at Ravin’s naked form, cradled in blue-green gel and twined
in wires and hoses. How could he be dead? What had happened? Christine whirled
around to check the next capsule—Amber Stone, ship’s doctor and the closest
thing she had to a friend. Like Ravin’s, Amber’s pod was dark and unresponsive.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">Fighting down her panic, Christine examined the remaining suspension
capsules. All appeared to have malfunctioned. All the occupants lay in darkness
within, perfectly-preserved corpses.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">“No, no—please, no!” she keened, sinking to her knees in the center of
the room. “Oh, please…” Her eyes burned as tears welled up for the first time
in years. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB">She had not really been close to anyone on the Archimedes—she and Ravin
had been paired solely on the basis of genetic and psychological
compatibility—but she had liked and respected them all. They’d had the courage
to volunteer for Earth’s first interstellar mission, to risk their lives for
the future of humanity. Hell, they’d fought hard for the opportunity, beating
the hundreds of other candidates. They’d endured the two years of grueling
preparation. They’d climbed willingly into the suspension capsules knowing they
wouldn’t emerge for years—if ever. Each had left his or her life on Earth
behind, well aware that the odds of the mission succeeding were small and that,
even if it did succeed, they could never return.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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mission was a failure—one final failure in the long series that had been her
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problems. But will it ultimately create more?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Brianna Denton is a primary school
teacher at the end of her tether. Budget cuts, changes in legislation and a
pandemic have left her feeling like walking away from the only career she's
ever wanted. The trouble is, if she did quit, what would she do next? Living in
London is expensive, and keeping on top of her rent and bills while retraining
would be nigh-on impossible. An offer to move in with her best friend, Joel
Harris, is appreciated, but feels way too much like charity for her liking.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then Joel throws her a curveball. On
a complete whim, he's bought a fixer-upper cottage on a remote Scottish island.
He wants to transform it into an uber-luxury holiday home and rent it out. To
do that, however, he needs a skilled, reliable workforce and a project manager
to keep things running smoothly. A visit to the island in question provides as
many questions as answers, but one thing becomes clear - Brianna is the perfect
woman for the job. She's smart, organised, works well under duress, and if she
can handle a classroom full of young children, surely a bunch of skilled
tradesmen won't be a problem. Working and living in such a stunning setting is
a massive plus point, too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Brianna takes a leap of faith, leaving
her home and beloved career behind to help turn Joel's dream into a reality.
It's a steep learning curve, but Brianna is definitely up for the challenge.
But when working relationships develop into something more, will it bring the
entire project crashing down around her ears, or is it simply the beginning of
a whole new life?</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjho_SPyw0Rw3RxFNak5kaTAd7RTUbNsJqeh626aF9XRTVt2AQ6BPjjGZ9gi-wK5-UJKSfzUqR6wLibOsIsNymLkm08kwEcx-LxanHdy4GgGx51BxMXRs9Lvr0m1rccNsjTU92CRfdLxmWoULCAp5I4wMD2AD3c7i4xxkjwMDHkX6GipOhOtXLZLndaHQ/s2700/CurveAppeal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjho_SPyw0Rw3RxFNak5kaTAd7RTUbNsJqeh626aF9XRTVt2AQ6BPjjGZ9gi-wK5-UJKSfzUqR6wLibOsIsNymLkm08kwEcx-LxanHdy4GgGx51BxMXRs9Lvr0m1rccNsjTU92CRfdLxmWoULCAp5I4wMD2AD3c7i4xxkjwMDHkX6GipOhOtXLZLndaHQ/w427-h640/CurveAppeal.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a name="chapterone"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></a></p>
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bookmark: chapterone;"></span>
</span><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Brianna smiled as she caught sight of
Joel, already waiting for her outside the pub. His job as a high-flying London
City banker meant he put in some insane hours at work, but he ensured he was <i>always
</i>available and on time for their last-Friday-of-the-month meet up at their
favourite Thames-side establishment. Not only was it a lovely place, but the
location was perfect for them both—it was just far away enough from Joel’s work
it was unlikely he’d bump into any colleagues, and close enough to the primary
school Brianna taught in that she could tie up any loose ends and scurry the
short distance to meet her friend in no time at all. Today she’d had quite a
few loose ends, which always seemed to be the way lately, and was a few minutes
later than she’d planned, so was scurrying more quickly than usual, not wanting
to keep him waiting any longer than necessary.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He hadn’t spotted her yet—he was
leaning against the wall, one expensively-shod foot propped up on the bricks
behind him, his head tilted up to the early spring sunshine, which even this
late in the day was surprisingly strong and picked up the few lighter strands
in his dark hair. He’d removed his tie—knowing him, the moment he set foot
outside his office building—the end of which poked from the pocket of his black
trousers, and rolled up the cuffs of his subtly-patterned shirt to expose most
of his forearms. The look was casual, relaxed. Handsome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a parallel universe, she and Joel
might be a couple, off travelling the world together, or perhaps married and
getting ready to settle down and have a couple of kids. Maybe they’d have
started early and had the kids already. And a dog.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In <i>this </i>universe, however, they
were best friends—had been since their first day of senior school at the tender
age of eleven. And while Brianna thought Joel handsome, it was in an impartial,
stating a fact way. She wasn’t attracted to him, and it wouldn’t have made a
difference if she was, because in <i>this </i>universe, Joel was as gay as they
came—a fact she hadn’t realised she’d already known, until at eighteen he’d sat
her down, his expression serious, and said he had something to tell her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her heart had pounded, and a sick
feeling had taken over her stomach. Thoughts started racing through her
head—was one of his parents ill? Was <i>he </i>ill? Was he moving away? Unable
to cope with the internal onslaught of negativity any longer, she’d said, “For
Christ’s sake, Joel, spill the beans, would you? You’re freaking me the fuck
out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His seriousness had morphed briefly to
annoyance, then resignation. He’d taken in and released a deep breath, then,
“Bree, I wanted you to be the first to know… I’m gay.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A sound somewhere between a squeak and
a giggle had escaped her lips before she could stop it. She’d clapped her hand
over her mouth for a second, then removed it and burst out with “Oh, you
idiot!” before landing a playful slap on his arm. “Is that all? I thought you
were going to say something bad. That something terrible was going on. Thank <i>God</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joel had frowned. “So you… don’t
mind?” He’d paused, narrowed his eyes. “You don’t seem surprised.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She’d shaken her head. “Of course I
don’t mind<i>. </i>Why the hell would I mind? I’m not a homophobe. If blokes
float your boat, so be it. As long as you’re happy, I couldn’t give a toss.
And, for the record…” it had been her turn to pause, “I think I’ve known for
years.” She nodded as long-forgotten jigsaw pieces began slotting together in
her head, then shrugged. “Yeah. I have. Years.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And now, twenty years later, their
friendship had endured—flourished, even. Weathered storms, and basked in
sunlight—much as Joel continued to do as she grew closer. Her smile widened,
and she was glad she had on flat shoes—not only did it make both her job <i>and
</i>the short walk from the school easier, it also meant she had a good chance
of creeping up on Joel, maybe scaring the shit out of him as he sunned himself.
They might be approaching forty, but when they were together, they often acted
as immature and idiotic as they had when they’d first met. Yes, they were
getting older, but they sure as shit weren’t growing up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Respective partners had come and gone,
most of them never able to comprehend, much less tolerate, hers and Joel’s
unique friendship, but as their jobs, and other friends and family kept them
busy and fulfilled, singledom had never particularly concerned either of them.
As far as she was concerned, at least, what would be, would be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She enjoyed the sunshine on her skin
as she closed the gap between them, then held her breath as she came within a
couple of metres of Joel before flinging herself forward and grabbing onto his
nearest finely-muscled arm. “Gotcha!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He yelped, jumped, snatched his arm
away and opened his eyes in a hilarious sequence, then clutched his chest and
gave her a good-natured glare, his blue eyes glinting. “Fuck’s sake, Bree!
You’re lucky I didn’t swing for you, then. I thought someone was trying to rob
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“That’ll teach you to wear ludicrously
expensive watches,” she replied with a snicker.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He glanced wryly at his Patek
Philippe, then looked back at her with a grin. “Touché. Come on,” he turned
around, slipped his arm through hers and led her into the relative gloom of the
pub, “for that twattishness, first drink’s on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She couldn’t argue with that
reasoning. It was still worth it, though, to see the look of pure panic cross
his face. She stifled further giggles, not wanting to inspire her friend to
order the most expensive drink he could think of, purely to get his own back.
While top of the range watches were easily within his budget, she’d had to save
up for a mid-range Fitbit. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few minutes later, with drinks in
hand, they sat down at a table on the terrace overlooking the river and took
simultaneous sips of their chosen beverages. Brianna swallowed the mouthful of
chilled white wine, then, without meaning to, let out a long, contented sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joel raised an eyebrow as he swigged
his beer, then said, “Sounds as though you needed that. Tough week?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hmm. You could say that.” She
fidgeted in her seat, getting the uncomfortable inkling she’d opened a can of
worms she’d have preferred was left undisturbed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh?” His other eyebrow jumped up to
join the first. “Do tell.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stared out over the river, screwed
up her nose and wafted a hand in his vague direction. “No, no, it’s work stuff.
Boring, really. Not worth talking about.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Bree.” He grabbed her hand, drawing
her attention to his face. His expression was earnest, his gaze intense. “Maybe
it <i>is </i>boring, but it’s clearly bothering you, so I want to know about
it. I’m your best friend, remember? If you can’t tell me, who <i>can </i>you
tell?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She squeezed his hand, then pulled
hers away, picked up her glass and took a gulp. Swallowed, then groaned. There
was no putting the lid back on the can—she might as well come out with it. “Oh,
all right. It’s just… I don’t know… I think I’m getting a bit fed up of
teaching.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joel spluttered into his pint, drawing
querying glances from a few of the people at tables adjacent to theirs.
Ignoring them, Joel put his drink down, wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand and gaped at her as though she’d grown a second head. “What? But you… you <i>love
</i>teaching!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nodding sadly, she replied, “I do. The
teaching part. The kids. But the rest; the planning, the admin, the assessing,
the being assessed, being micromanaged, dealing with parents, the endless
fucking meetings, the meetings <i>about </i>meetings, the meetings that could
have been an email… it’s getting on top of me. It wasn’t too bad before—the joy
of being in the classroom far outweighed the rest, but since the pandemic, the
shambles that is bloody Brexit and the subsequent government fuckery, things
have become steadily worse. Rules being changed, goalposts moving, budgets being
squeezed, funding getting cut, costs going up. We’re expected to work more and
more hours for the same amount of pay, with fewer support staff, yet still
uphold the same insanely high standards <i>and </i>have enough energy and spark
to engage and teach a class of primary school kids! It’s becoming completely
untenable. And the strike action hasn’t exactly been stress free.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joel gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could say to make you
feel better. Why haven’t you mentioned this before now?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She shrugged. “No point. All the
decisions are way above my pay grade, so there’s nothing I can do. I’ve just
been soldiering on, hoping things will improve. But right now, I honestly can’t
see an end in sight. We’re human beings, not robots, and we’re being treated
like shit. We’ve come a long way from being lauded as keyworkers, that’s for
bloody certain.” She rolled her lips inward, bit down on them, wondering
whether she should let the words on the tip of her tongue come out. She’d
barely admitted it to herself, much less anyone else. But this was <i>Joel. </i>He’d
have her back no matter what she said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She took a deep breath, huffed it out
again, then looked him in the eye. “I’m thinking of jacking it in at the end of
term.”</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright, Lucy Felthouse </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw5PdZ4l_TP-CNIexKtiW5fhabRJ4BWrQp9YyE0fJZZ1H5fSyP7hY_uacrYVbjId9iKk8rw241qinBHoL-_pHaY2TIECR3SWdpyR6BxAZN8M-EjXcXbdT8TFCnCke6SaLvzyIpvupr9JZ6CgHP_iR59WKTLbLfx2e3awu2yOtokO5knOb7cH77aXufw/s1080/curveappealgraphic02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw5PdZ4l_TP-CNIexKtiW5fhabRJ4BWrQp9YyE0fJZZ1H5fSyP7hY_uacrYVbjId9iKk8rw241qinBHoL-_pHaY2TIECR3SWdpyR6BxAZN8M-EjXcXbdT8TFCnCke6SaLvzyIpvupr9JZ6CgHP_iR59WKTLbLfx2e3awu2yOtokO5knOb7cH77aXufw/w200-h200/curveappealgraphic02.png" width="200" /></a><b style="text-indent: 0.5in;">BUY the book</b></b></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Available from</b> (will be in Kindle
Unlimited for 90 days, then be released on all other retailers): </span><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 107%;">https://books2read.com/curveappeal</span></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 107%; text-align: center;"><b>Add to Goodreads</b>: </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 107%;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/134717777-curve-appeal</span></a></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Author Bio:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name="_Hlk511898234"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;">Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels <i>Stately Pleasures</i>, <i>Eyes Wide Open</i>, <i>The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight,</i> <i>Curve Appeal, </i>and <i>The Heiress’s Harem </i>and <i>The Dreadnoughts </i>series<i>. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name.
Find out more about her and her writing at </span></a><a href="about:blank"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: blue; line-height: 150%;">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/linktree</span></a><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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heroes to be a little more... anti-hero?</span></i></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">From MC’s to
assassins, mafia bosses to mercenaries, and everything in between, we all love
a dark hero. Dive into stories from your favorite authors as they create the
villains you love to hate, the truly evil madmen, and the bad boy with the
tough shell but a soft heart for those they care about.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Whether you prefer
reading about captives or heroines who fight back, each story will take you on
a wild ride of passion, danger, and heart-stopping romance. So get ready to
indulge your wildest fantasies and fall in love with the bad boys who will
steal your heart and leave you breathless.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Winter Travers - Wall
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Stephanie Morris - USA
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Today bestselling author</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Lara Norman</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Marteeka Karland</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Ryan</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Angel Vane</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Sabine Barclay</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Tara Lee</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Linda Marie Pankow</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="color: #1c1e21;">BUY Links: </span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Universal Link: </span><span style="color: black;"><a href="https://books2read.com/corruptintentions">https://books2read.com/corruptintentions</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;">Barnes and Noble:
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 21.0pt;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Google Play:
<a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=pK--EAAAQBAJ">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=pK--EAAAQBAJ</a></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-1570053108432115702023-05-16T19:00:00.001-04:002023-05-16T19:00:00.142-04:00Teaser time from #contemporary #romance with a hint of #paranormal The Horoscope Writer: The Author's Cut @elodieparkes <p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD_Qmpp_EDeCxRXoz4cohJFRUoYzsaRz6aVoKgYh8WKdSGPBucV-s_BDX-1m_9hzUjEOYcDibtyWRxLTHCcbKIjbY-6p3WA38TModv-Hl0E5nwG31f5i2KPpnkc9ikldLxG28_auliEozbyS4csIfM65HISU2wRG0AqERq1FdSwzfN__xxQtsYRxHNQ/s900/THW2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="900" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD_Qmpp_EDeCxRXoz4cohJFRUoYzsaRz6aVoKgYh8WKdSGPBucV-s_BDX-1m_9hzUjEOYcDibtyWRxLTHCcbKIjbY-6p3WA38TModv-Hl0E5nwG31f5i2KPpnkc9ikldLxG28_auliEozbyS4csIfM65HISU2wRG0AqERq1FdSwzfN__xxQtsYRxHNQ/w640-h191/THW2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dominic doesn’t know if he really believes in horoscopes and
yet he writes them for a magazine. Known as Starman to his fans, Dominic has a
gift for writing accurate horoscopes. He’s so good at this job he begins to
wonder why. Has he inherited the talent from his late, Great Uncle Aubrey who
bequeathed him a cottage estate and a strange tattoo? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Artist, Cassie rents a workshop in the row of buildings
opposite Dominic’s cottage. When she meets Dominic, and is attracted to him,
she sets out to befriend him with a view to romance.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they spend time together, Dominic falls in love with
Cassie and she loves him in return. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Faced with his increasingly weird ability to predict the
future through his horoscope writing, fear overwhelms Dominic when he predicts
a disappointing loss for his own star sign. He’s sure he’s going to lose Cassie’s
love. Will his anxiety actually drive Cassie away?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A sweeter contemporary romance with a twist of paranormal</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK2f0KmKWUXpNrT1_LhMcqjBdhHrF2thxrjX7Wz7IcQJVOe7ODF_Zji9fOiMkjF-mnZK-RuXOdZMo-4Bqo1orcFXB3Xezq6RUieL8ZdMdNb_58D6kqpev0h1ppc6b2sY3HYqhRSffzbrdH_ApT6l_Ea-g9D-CvcpL-jsGVB92z8xHdwWzYzoiLdgsbA/s2700/theHWcoverwithtreebkg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK2f0KmKWUXpNrT1_LhMcqjBdhHrF2thxrjX7Wz7IcQJVOe7ODF_Zji9fOiMkjF-mnZK-RuXOdZMo-4Bqo1orcFXB3Xezq6RUieL8ZdMdNb_58D6kqpev0h1ppc6b2sY3HYqhRSffzbrdH_ApT6l_Ea-g9D-CvcpL-jsGVB92z8xHdwWzYzoiLdgsbA/w427-h640/theHWcoverwithtreebkg.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read the teaser</b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When
he opened his door to her, the look in his eyes and his smile filled her heart
with love. She put her arms up around his neck and kissed him. “Dominic, here I
am kissing you just as I warned and I’ve not even been in my studio yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dominic
lifted her off her feet and swung her around into the hall. He kissed her. “I
warned you, I’d let you. Do you want some tea? I’m procrastinating about an
article and just made a pot.” He let her gently to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cassie
basked in the pleasure of his arms around her. She traced a fingertip down his
cheek. “I will have some tea.” She slipped her arm around his waist as he
turned releasing her from his hug.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dominic
put an arm around her shoulders. “Good.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In
the kitchen, she stayed close to him as he brought cups from the cupboard and
poured tea. When he handed her one as she leaned on the kitchen counter beside
him she gazed at him lovingly. “I had an email from a city gallery this morning
offering me an exhibition spot. It’s soon, in fact in two weeks’ time. It’s a great
opportunity.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Wow,
congratulations. If there’s any help I can give you, logistically … anything …
you must be thrilled. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I</i> am <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">for</i> you.” His eyes broadcast admiration.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cassie
nodded. “Thank you. I <i>am</i> elated, but
now, as I’m telling you about it I’m realizing how busy I’ll be. I might not
get to see much of you for a time.”</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2022</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>.99cents or</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read free on kindle unlimited </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B2Q3TNCW" style="font-size: 16pt; text-align: center;">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B2Q3TNCW</a></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B2Q3TNCW">https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B2Q3TNCW</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Science Fiction Romance</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Date Published:</b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> 03-21-2023</span>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22644208.Nina_Schluntz" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Game Wardens rule most of the galaxy by a fierce empire built on
enslavement and brokered deals. The only means to earn one’s freedom
is by playing in the Alien Games. Two slaves go in the arena, the survivor,
if there is one, is given their freedom and crowned a king, earning them a
small country to rule and slaves of their own.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">To make the battle more fun for spectators, genetically enhanced monsters,
sahalias, are given to the combatants, but they must found in a scavenger
hunt. Five orbs, each hatching into a lizard that will bond with their
keeper, are hidden on a random planet. If the competitor finds all five,
they have a great imbalance of power over the other, who will have none. The
sahalias are created with one purpose, to battle to the death and destroy
the other competitor.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Read a Teaser from Book 3</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Battle</span></u></i><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">
of a Thousand Deaths-Day 1-Jenny is Officially a Competitor! Join Team Jenny
Today!<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> </span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jenny<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The
hurried man only paused for a moment before running a hand down the front of
his suit to smooth the wrinkles. “I heard she might be interested in the game.”
The excitement was noticeable in his tone. He was practically jumping around
like a giddy child. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Ivard,
she will hear her options and gauge her decision without bias,” Vicr said. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I
know, I know.” He raised a hand to silence Vicr and looked at me. “But you
would be…,” he took a deep inhale, “a hero. The fans. They love you. They want
to see you win. Hell, I want to see you win.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Fans?”
I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Ivard,”
Vicr growled. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He
waved his hand dismissively again and held up a tablet. He had a photo of me
and lots of writing that I quickly recognized as a fan page full of comments. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“They
are furious Caden’s girlfriend was betrayed, and they want to see justice. They
want you to slay Erum in the arena,” Ivard said. He looked at Vicr. “You’re the
one who said we need to start moving away from barbaric fights. People want
stories and background. She’s proof. It doesn’t even have to be a real fight.
We can stage it, and—”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Please
excuse Game Warden Ivard,” Vicr said, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him out
the door. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“We
can make it worth your—” The door was shut before he could finish. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I
apologize,” Vicr said. “Please resume.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“What
exactly is this?” I asked. “What are the Games?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">One
of the lawyers slid a tablet across the table in front of me. I’d taken a few
history classes in college and recognized the words were in Old English.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“This
is the historical context. If you care to read it.” He pushed a second tablet.
“This goes over the rules of the game, including what you would win as the
victor and what you lose should you opt to go into the game with safety
features.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Why
wouldn’t everyone use the safety features?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“A
deal must be made with a Game Warden. Someone must sponsor you. That’s the only
way for the safety features to be on. If you win, you are free of the contract.
But should you emerge after losing, you are obligated to whatever commitment
you agreed upon with the Game Warden.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“You
would make the deal with me,” Vicr said. “I would do it for Caden. I’ll have
something drafted. Your obligation to me would be marginal, but some trade
would be required.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .2in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Why
would you do this much for Caden?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“He’s
good for business,” Vicr quickly said, making me think there was more to his
words than he was saying.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/112318ef689a424a8d0421debea7137b" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/112318ef689a424a8d0421debea7137b" width="200" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Nina Schluntz is a native to rural Nebraska. In her youth, she often wrote
short stories to entertain her friends. Those ideas evolved into the novels
she creates today.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Her husband continues to ensure her stories maintain a touch of realism as
she delves into the science fiction and fantasy realm. Their three cats are
always willing to stay up late to provide inspiration, whether it is a howl
from the stray born in the backyard or an encouraging bite from the so
called “calming kitten.”</span>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-85158415433152410202023-04-05T19:00:00.001-04:002023-04-05T19:00:00.179-04:00A Promise Broken #historicalromance from guest #author Kim Anderson A contract was created by her father and his best friend, a contract for her to marry a man she doesn't even know. @KimAndersonBooks<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/spring-2023-blitzes/kim-anderson-a-promise-broken-book-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/61f4b301bf0f44d993a13cb7a16c22f7" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/c866536f3b5f47cb9dd72ae98da885ef" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/c866536f3b5f47cb9dd72ae98da885ef" width="250" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Historical Romance</span></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Date Published:</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> July 25, 2022</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Alice and her sister were taken by their mother many years ago and raised
in a quaint little cottage as commoners. Their mother has now become ill and
has decided it is in the girls' best interest to be returned to their
father, hoping that Lord Hastings has fixed the mistake that he made. Alice
finds out that her father is one of the richest Dukes in England. It was not
long before Alice found out why her mother took her and her sister away from
the life that they were born into. A contract was created by her father and
his best friend, a contract for her to marry a man she doesn't even know.
Now Alice's fate is in the hands of a father she doesn't know and a man that
already thinks he owns her.</span>
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couple of different careers in her life, like fixing jets, driving trucks,
and being a cosmetologist. She has gone through many ups and many downs. The
one thing that she enjoyed doing most in life is writing. It seems to be the
one thing that she enjoys no matter what.</span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-11360509516883758382023-03-10T19:00:00.004-05:002023-03-10T19:00:00.164-05:00OUT NOW: When Love Lasts by O.L. Obonna (@omoscorner) #romance #romancenovel #contemporaryromance #secondchanceromance<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDvWo_1jwOvfnq3shdXW3JbVxFaTkTTpYnogLuPH4SHbmDUsa_aAyHkhSAk8LYcY4hLIXRqmlGrG8u1ZBmaRUWgPCenQWIUmSIIuWuqGKTzwRoIws8Btb7JsLLf5SFLdTuvw23zS8Cfflk1NtHViH718yy_pcIr92UuhUC-6221HMK9dtGKLCbpQK9g/s1644/b1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="1644" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDvWo_1jwOvfnq3shdXW3JbVxFaTkTTpYnogLuPH4SHbmDUsa_aAyHkhSAk8LYcY4hLIXRqmlGrG8u1ZBmaRUWgPCenQWIUmSIIuWuqGKTzwRoIws8Btb7JsLLf5SFLdTuvw23zS8Cfflk1NtHViH718yy_pcIr92UuhUC-6221HMK9dtGKLCbpQK9g/w640-h243/b1.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 6.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Theirs was a marriage made in heaven, a marriage meant to last
forever or so they thought.</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
once-perfect marriage was thrown into a fragile state as a result of tiny
whispers, and an unfortunate encounter causes the marriage to collapse. The
once happy couple separate and a heartbroken Leilani returns home to
London. And then out of the blue, Folarin’s family needs Leilani’s help
and she must return to her ex-husband’s side. A series of unfortunate events
have brought them together again and Folarin and Leilani must come to terms
with the realisation, that somebody, somewhere was wrong. As they spend
more time together, falling in love seems inevitable; even though one of them
is promised to another, they must find a way to learn to trust and forgive each
other in other to move on.<br />
<span class="ql-soft-break"></span>Will Folarin be able to trust
Leilani? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will Leilani be
able to forget the pain of their first marriage? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will they both
believe in second chances?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Amazon UK: </span><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 115%;">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BVMZGVJV</span></a></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Amazon US:</span><span lang="EN-GB"> <a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 115%;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BVMZGVJV</span></a></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Smashwords: </span><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 115%;">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1344338</span></a></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Excerpt</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Folarin wasn’t
surprised Leilani had hung up on him yesterday. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had expected her to
be angry and yes, she was right to be angry, but still, he was angry with
himself for calling her and even more annoyed that she hung up on him.And he
was also a little bit tipsy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Damn Leilani.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All she had to do was
listen to him, was that so difficult to do? He got to his car, a sleek black
BMW X6, and fumbled with his keys, cursing when they dropped from his hands.
Placing his left arm on the bonnet for balance, he bent down to look for his
keys. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He located them by his
feet and gave a whoop of delight. Straightening up, he opened the door on the
driver’s side and got in. He squinted. Everything looked blurred. But he could
see the wide road before him, so he was good to go. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Starting the engine,
Folarin gripped the steering wheel and drove out of the restaurant premises,
his eyes focused on the road before him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had only gone a few
miles when he ran a red light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“He didn’t hear people
screaming and he didn’t see the truck coming until it rammed into the passenger
side of his car. The impact lifted his car, and it rolled over a couple of
times, the windscreen shattering as the car tumbled down the poorly lit street,
finally coming to a stop at the end of the road. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As his life flashed
before him, Leilani was the last person he thought of just before the airbag
deployed in his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;">And
then he blacked out.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 6.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Author Biography</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 3.75pt; margin: 3.75pt 0in 6.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">O.L OBONNA was born in Lagos,
Nigeria. For as long as she can remember, she has always wanted to tell stories
about love and romance by creating and immersing readers in the romantic
adventures of fascinating characters. Her stories are a peek into her version
of the excitement, allure, and mystery of the age-old sentimental narrative of
love, which she so beautifully and intricately weaves together into a genuinely
fascinating read. When she’s not surrounding herself with words or reading a
romance novel, you can find her in the kitchen trying out new recipes or
painting with her children. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lives in London and is happily
married with three children. <span class="apple-converted-space"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Theirs was a marriage made in heaven, a marriage meant to last
forever or so they thought.</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
once-perfect marriage was thrown into a fragile state as a result of tiny
whispers, and an unfortunate encounter causes the marriage to collapse. The
once happy couple separate and a heartbroken Leilani returns home to
London. And then out of the blue, Folarin’s family needs Leilani’s help
and she must return to her ex-husband’s side. A series of unfortunate events
have brought them together again and Folarin and Leilani must come to terms
with the realisation, that somebody, somewhere was wrong. As they spend
more time together, falling in love seems inevitable; even though one of them
is promised to another, they must find a way to learn to trust and forgive each
other in other to move on.<br />
<span class="ql-soft-break"></span>Will Folarin be able to trust
Leilani? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will Leilani be
able to forget the pain of their first marriage? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will they both
believe in second chances?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Read an Excerpt</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello?”
Leilani answered her phone after it had rung a couple of times. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hello,
Leilani.”<br />
Leilani froze. She would know that voice anywhere; it was <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">the
voice of someone she would never forget. Folarin Balogun, her <i>unforgiving </i>ex-husband.
It had been two years since she had last heard from him, two years since that
fateful night when their marriage had ended abruptly. She almost dropped the
phone in shock. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“How
did you get my number?” she asked, slumping into her chair in the back office
of her café. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Silence.
Then Folarin Balogun responded quietly, “I got your number from Tega.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Closing
her eyes, she took a deep breath and waited for a couple of seconds. “What do
you want, Folarin?” she asked in a very unfriendly tone. “You must have a
reason for calling me.” Leilani knew that she sounded rude, but she didn’t
care. She was in no mood to be polite to Folarin Balogun. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
had hurt her so much. Back then, she thought she would die from the pain he had
caused her. It had taken her a long time to heal, and now she was ready to move
on. Hearing his voice again brought back painful memories, memories she would
rather leave in the past, where they belonged. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Author Biography</span></b></em><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 3.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">O.L OBONNA was born in Lagos,
Nigeria. For as long as she can remember, she has always wanted to tell stories
about love and romance by creating and immersing readers in the romantic
adventures of fascinating characters. Her stories are a peek into her version
of the excitement, allure, and mystery of the age-old sentimental narrative of
love, which she so beautifully and intricately weaves together into a genuinely
fascinating read. When she’s not surrounding herself with words or reading a
romance novel, you can find her in the kitchen trying out new recipes or
painting with her children. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lives in London and is happily
married with three children. <span class="apple-converted-space"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Website: </span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="about:blank"><span style="line-height: 115%;">www.omoscorner.com</span></a></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
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<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Twitter: @omoscorner<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;">Cover reveal organised by </span></b><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="about:blank"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Writer Marketing Services</span></b></a></span></span><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span><span style="font-family: Lato, "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="indented" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSqOO7zLnKvNU3pGRBalAgmgcDVpBY3eihu_rLFZQZpJ0u-1PW-09PL_DQ11ysqevufHXqHshliamalKBezYqHtihavao8CMKgnMkFepQV_jiwOIOLS8hIkbTY3fx5Fz79wwB8MfxoYyyRs87zejzQnK9meFoytTulIi3L6ME5Ia2K6MTXawtf3eNgA/s940/WMS%20Release%20Blitz%20Button.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSqOO7zLnKvNU3pGRBalAgmgcDVpBY3eihu_rLFZQZpJ0u-1PW-09PL_DQ11ysqevufHXqHshliamalKBezYqHtihavao8CMKgnMkFepQV_jiwOIOLS8hIkbTY3fx5Fz79wwB8MfxoYyyRs87zejzQnK9meFoytTulIi3L6ME5Ia2K6MTXawtf3eNgA/w200-h168/WMS%20Release%20Blitz%20Button.jpg" width="200" /></a></b></div><b><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b><p></p>Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-85351966365959364612023-02-13T20:00:00.001-05:002023-02-13T20:00:00.158-05:00When Lady Lilliana gets stuck in a hole and Mr. Tristan Henley comes to her rescue, sparks immediately fly. #newrelease #historicalromance From author @BarnesSophie <p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/2023-blitzes/sophie-barnes-only-the-valet-will-do-release-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/6870d72a985f4df292207f07dc4e2b63" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/93d0576263df4904abf89e2cd6f49f7e" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="473" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/93d0576263df4904abf89e2cd6f49f7e" width="296" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Historical Romance</span></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Date Published:</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> February 14, 2023</span></span>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/63205246-only-the-valet-will-do" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>A fated love destined to test their devotion…</i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">When Lady Lilliana gets stuck in a hole and Mr. Tristan Henley comes to her
rescue, sparks immediately fly. Unfortunately, instead of being a fellow
peer, Mr. Henley is merely a valet. So as much as Lilliana would like to
pursue a romantic attachment with him, she must refrain, lest she ruin her
reputation. Something she probably should have considered before she
welcomed his kisses.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Intent on supporting his family, Tristan seeks employment, only to fall for
a woman he knows he cannot have. Lady Lilliana is everything he could
possibly dream of in a life partner. But pursuing her could spell disaster
for them both. Because the last thing Tristan needs is the complication
he’ll have to deal with if she discovers he’s not who he claims
to be.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/7c4548bdc2fa4644b385e93cfb7c19d8" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/7c4548bdc2fa4644b385e93cfb7c19d8" width="199" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">USA Today Bestselling Author, Sophie Barnes, has spent her youth traveling
with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She's lived in
five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor's degree
from Parson's School of design, but most impressive of all - she's been
married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in
three different dresses.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion -
writing.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">When she's not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Contact Links </b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://www.sophiebarnes.com">Website</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://twitter.com/BarnesSophie">Twitter</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSophieBarnes">Facebook</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://book-buzz.net/book/only-the-valet-will-do/">BookBuzz</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3RNPF9X">Amazon</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/only-the-valet-will-do-sophie-barnes/1142519777?ean=2940166298423">B&N</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/only-the-valet-will-do">Kobo</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/only-the-valet-will-do/id6443849210">iBooks</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-34809389148018344802023-02-05T11:47:00.001-05:002023-02-05T11:47:23.269-05:00Valentines sizzling romance and suspense on kindle unlimited . The Flower Box and Candy Heart from Hot Ink Press <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlK2nQAjMSDSh0F2LoV_9DtgCwcqJmGmznAlWrMzRxaNEmF1_eghoiRdYlJ-kocn_LiMWCwTL_w0kDdUacGs1B60Myv9zt1MFJlcyqHruFgotU_mRG1fA2p12deno4FA08qoAulqYx6kfBhwtkLyMk1eBES0kAnbzs5poMP8D-mOqqyVj48VR5toIsg/s3200/newflowerboxstar5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3200" data-original-width="2022" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlK2nQAjMSDSh0F2LoV_9DtgCwcqJmGmznAlWrMzRxaNEmF1_eghoiRdYlJ-kocn_LiMWCwTL_w0kDdUacGs1B60Myv9zt1MFJlcyqHruFgotU_mRG1fA2p12deno4FA08qoAulqYx6kfBhwtkLyMk1eBES0kAnbzs5poMP8D-mOqqyVj48VR5toIsg/w404-h640/newflowerboxstar5.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver only meant to give her flowers but he gave his heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Valentine's Day story sizzle and sweetness </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Flower-Box-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IA7OUWO/">https://www.amazon.com/Flower-Box-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IA7OUWO/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://mybook.to/TheFlowerBox">http://mybook.to/TheFlowerBox</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alice longs for love, and as Valentine’s Day looms, she
looks around at couples hand in hand and feels alone. One day as she walks in
the park, she catches Oliver’s eye.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He sees her loneliness and decides to be kind to her. Oliver
wants to give her flowers and candy until he thinks she has another lover. Will
his jealousy drive him away from Alice or straight into her arms?</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbrbEPSLt6Cp9ADI-V9O-GpAaqKRbyaYuSQQuvtY07LPiDjwxG6YgdYkjDY67Cg6ruXar1Oxnpe3SEAHgBptcz4e6uGPrVRRD6dibIPpCIPlMv9AXkWnxsFAtrTs8W3mqdqqjoxLvFHu6UArustRQi6FK2bILgvLjB0qYa7Ur0oWsF2sFyqlg2Zfa7A/s4256/CandyHeartsSecondEdition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4256" data-original-width="2832" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbrbEPSLt6Cp9ADI-V9O-GpAaqKRbyaYuSQQuvtY07LPiDjwxG6YgdYkjDY67Cg6ruXar1Oxnpe3SEAHgBptcz4e6uGPrVRRD6dibIPpCIPlMv9AXkWnxsFAtrTs8W3mqdqqjoxLvFHu6UArustRQi6FK2bILgvLjB0qYa7Ur0oWsF2sFyqlg2Zfa7A/w426-h640/CandyHeartsSecondEdition.jpg" width="426" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv96r8vc87GuAizvXq6QDUeQzkxivi2MP_e_P-cnBjyW1461gN5k1dmGrwq-TyQeQgyoOrpnnA3KI7c2OEbG-nT7Ux8p4tF1NqMCJSTcVdiQ3EBISwXogiOFNI7k9WG5dXO1iezsjIHAE60xXqrnnXAptsWN_c4HXNGnHlmkJQ_J6wJyU12gn2wey5HA/s250/4star.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="250" height="60" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv96r8vc87GuAizvXq6QDUeQzkxivi2MP_e_P-cnBjyW1461gN5k1dmGrwq-TyQeQgyoOrpnnA3KI7c2OEbG-nT7Ux8p4tF1NqMCJSTcVdiQ3EBISwXogiOFNI7k9WG5dXO1iezsjIHAE60xXqrnnXAptsWN_c4HXNGnHlmkJQ_J6wJyU12gn2wey5HA/s1600/4star.png" width="250" /></a></div></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Working in a surf coast hotel seems like the remedy for
Tom’s unhappiness, as he nurses a broken heart, but as Valentine’s Day
approaches, and the hotel plans festivities, Tom realizes he’s lonely. It seems
he’s the only one without someone special in his life. Will the girl he’s been
too engrossed in his work to pursue, respond if he asks her to the dance? Has
she even noticed him as he visits the café where she works every week? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She certainly has noticed Tom. She sighs over him as she
serves his coffee. When he finally approaches her, she has to decide if she can
trust him with her secret as she falls head over heels in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A sizzling contemporary, romance suspense for people who
love a happy ending.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY">https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY">https://www.amazon.ca/Candy-Hearts-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00IFG1FVY</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">(Rocky Mountain Romances, Book 3)</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Romance</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Date Published:</b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> 1.17.2022</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Publisher: </b>Dragonbooks Publishing House</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Is that a vintage RV— painted top to bottom with paw print-shaped
polka-dots — driving into town? You can bet your pupper’s next
bubble bath it is! Get ready to plunge into the pages of the third book in
the always pet-friendly Rocky Mountain Romances series.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b><br /></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">When Kathrina gets chased out of her Seattle apartment because of its no
pets policy, she packs up her business, Kat’s for Dogs Mobile
Grooming, and heads to the mountain town of Independence Junction, Colorado.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">In Independence Junction, pets are welcome, the local diner is the hub of
social life, and Sam, that good-looking guy Kat met last summer, just
happens to still be around. But oh no! Sam turns out to be a professional
hockey player with an ego the size of the biggest mountain in the state. Not
only is Kat a little man-shy, but she has no interest in wasting her time
trying to tame that wild one.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">However, when injured dogs start turning up in the woods, Kat must find a
way to help. Before she knows it, Kat is tangled up in the small
town’s dark side. Will she rescue the animals? Will she accept
Sam’s help? Will the townsfolk finally have enough with whoever, or
whatever, is hurting their dogs?</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>Welcome back to Independence Junction in Book 3 of The Rocky Mountain
Romances series. Your quirky friends are waiting for you to join them for
another small town suspense story, complete with a nice blend of laughter,
mystery, and heart-warming romance along the way!</i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b><i>Praise for Rocky Mountain Romances Book 1:</i></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>“An enjoyable, mixed-genre romp with an intriguing main couple and
colorful townsfolk.” – Kirkus Reviews</i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Contact Links</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://virginiafox.com/en/">Website</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/booksvirginiafox">Facebook</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/fox_virginia/">Instagram</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1057242.Virginia_Fox">Goodreads</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Purchase Link</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3Wcwl70">Amazon</a></span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-45309794005782992772023-01-19T19:00:00.011-05:002023-01-19T19:00:00.239-05:00Guest author @BethDCarter has a #giveaway on the romance writers blog today as she tour with #newrelease #MCRomance from @evernightpub Shadow Touched<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/2023tours/beth-carter-shadow-touched-virtual-book-tour"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/1225820dbe30495e867db18fd396869d" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/a0577c0f01474478bfc6e9394e09cb89" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/a0577c0f01474478bfc6e9394e09cb89" width="267" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">MC Romance, Paranormal Romance</span></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Date Published:</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 12-06-2022</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Publisher:</b> Evernight Publishing</span>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/64402006-shadow-touched" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Cursed with the ability to see the shadow of death, Leia hides from the
world and stays far away from people. Until the night she comes face to face
with Brimstone Jandreau.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Brim is the president of the Death Riders MC, but he went nomad in an
effort to heal from grief. The moment he spots Leia, he is drawn toward her.
When she warns him of his impending death, he’s not sure if he
believes her, but decides to take precautions.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">He finds the would-be assassin. Then discovers it’s one of his own
men.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Hit hard from the betrayal, he takes Leia with him back to his world. The
more time they spend together, the deeper their bond grows. But death is
waiting for Brim, and Leia will do anything to protect the man she’s
fallen in love with.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>About the Author</b></span></p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/4e462d53aafd464bbcefb6260a5dd96a" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/4e462d53aafd464bbcefb6260a5dd96a" width="200" /></a>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and
from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. Love is the
most powerful emtion we can experience, and I adore happy ever afters. I
write about the very ordinary woman thrust into an extraordinary
circumstance, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie
cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea
how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. My characters are real,
complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through
love.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://bethdcarter.webador.com/">Website</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor">Facebook</a></span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-34228520950296370692023-01-09T19:00:00.010-05:002023-01-09T19:00:00.156-05:00Romance may not be all that awakens while two best friends renovate a mansion rumored to be haunted. #newrelease #TeaserTuesday #PNR from guest author @CJBurright on her #giveaway tour<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/2023-blitzes/c-j-burright-now-and-always-release-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/e4b43ebb3c424bd594d06b9fac92d90b" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/8c3a862263674c29b7abc5c98ecfc852" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/8c3a862263674c29b7abc5c98ecfc852" width="269" /></a>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Paranormal Romance</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Date Published: </b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> 01-10-2023</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>Romance may not be all that awakens while two best friends renovate a
mansion rumored to be haunted.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">If you kiss your best friend...</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Halloween-loving Ren needs a new job. The only problem? The sole accountant
opening in her small town requires construction experience, which are skills
she lacks. Luckily, her best friend Leo— sexy, grumpy and completely
off limits— is a construction hotshot. Their relationship is perfect
as is, and, despite the intense chemistry, Ren refuses to ruin it with
romance. Leo agrees to teach her, with one condition— she must live on
site with him... and somehow survive the temptation.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">You' d better be sure...</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Skeptic, sword-swinging Leo has loved Ren since she mistook him for a
hardware employee in the plunger section two years ago. While he took his
time winning her trust, she caged him in the friend zone. He' s done hiding
his feelings, and living together— working, sleeping, playing—
at the Gothic mansion he' s renovating will convince her that best friends
make the best lovers.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It' s meant to be forever.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Ren resolves to resist Leo, even if he bends every rule. Discovering the
mansion' s secrets— and lingering spirits, no matter what Leo
claims— offers distraction enough. But with her defenses splintering,
one kiss is all it takes to shatter every boundary, one night of passion to
believe in happily ever after... and one crumbling letter of unrequited love
to awaken ghosts forgotten. If Ren and Leo can' t piece together the past
for two lost souls, they might lose more than their hearts.</span>
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She sat up and scrubbed her fingers through her hair. Moonlight spilled through the windows and shimmered over walls, softening the boarded-up hole across the room. The draped furniture slouched in the corner like fallen curtains. She’d left her door ajar after learning it didn’t latch right, another project added to her learn-to-do list, and it remained open a wedge.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">A silhouette darkened the doorway, and her pulse jumped. Leo eased past the door, shirtless in the shadows. He looked at her, and his burning gaze stole her breath.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">“Leo?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">Without saying a word, he padded toward the bed, his bare feet silent on the rug, black boxers clinging to his muscular thighs.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">With Leo, she never worried about appearances, but the silky tank top she’d worn to bed left zero to the imagination. Her face warmed. He’d have to be blind to miss how he affected her physically.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">Something had to be wrong. He wouldn’t enter a woman’s bedroom without permission or knocking, not even if she happened to be his best friend. But the fire in his eyes erased all words from her brain, and when he crawled onto the bed on all fours, holding her gaze, she melted. Holy hell, he was a masterpiece, the powerful lines of his body hypnotic in the muted light.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">As he approached with animal grace, she couldn’t react, lulled by the skewed sanity of the darkness and fantasy coming to life before her eyes. Straddling her legs over the blankets, he didn’t stop until he planted his palms on each side of her hips, caging her. Heat radiated from his bare skin, easing the chill of the air on her naked shoulders and arms. His breath brushed her lips.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">“What are you doing, Leo?” The words hardly counted, more a rasp in her throat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">Leaning in, he bypassed her mouth and nuzzled her ear. “Tasting you.” He nibbled her lobe and tugged with his teeth, then licked the sting away. “Hmm. Luscious.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">A shiver trembled through her as the stubble on his cheek scraped her jaw and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She fisted the sheet to keep from touching him. She should stop him, push him away, tell him to leave. But he trailed his lips to her shoulder, and the thought spun away, beyond her power. Her eyes closed of their own accord.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">Denying the touch she’d dreamed of for so long was impossible. The fact that Leo was her best friend slithered out of reach. He rested his hot hand on her hip, and the magic of his mouth killed everything except desire.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">“I’ve waited too long for you, Ren.” He sat back on his heels, his knees spread on either side of her thighs, and cupped her face. “Far too long.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Once upon a time, a girl with flat hobbit feet dreamed of adventures in the
woods with an elven hero, fighting off orcs and saving magical rings. All
grown up now, C.J. Burright resides in Oregon (at least she got the trees).
While she faces her duties at the law office day job, she avoids writing
legal thrillers and instead turns toward romance—contemporary
(sometimes with a supernatural flair), paranormal or fantasy. With a 5th Dan
Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do, it’s no surprise she prefers feisty
heroines who aren’t afraid to jump into the fight. Her slivers of
spare time are spent working out, gardening, playing the latest
Assassin’s Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners, always with
music. She shares a house with her husband (not elven, alas, but a fine
alternative) and a devoted cat herd while missing her daughter from afar. C.
J. is represented by Brittany Booker of The Booker Albert Literary
Agency.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/now-and-always-cj-burright/1142312086?ean=9781839436505">Barnes and Noble</a></span></p>
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-87249709355357480942023-01-09T12:40:00.004-05:002023-01-09T12:40:44.366-05:00Book Blitz #contemporary #romance Destiny Lives on Fairhaven Street #newrelease from @cjhudson1978<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sites.google.com/rabtbooktoursandpr.com/2023-blitzes/cj-hudson-destiny-lives-on-fairhaven-street-book-blitz"><img height="200" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/f2b37c8c3b7946e5846b35558d265461" width="500" /></a></div><p> </p><a 1="" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/5912509661a4465d9c33ad25c7b10701" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="https://storage.googleapis.com/production-sitebuilder-v1-0-3/663/206663/rL88XEv2/5912509661a4465d9c33ad25c7b10701" width="270" /></a>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 107%;"><b>Date Published: </b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">October 9, 2022</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Publisher: </b>Mindstir Media</span>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61264886-destiny-lives-on-fairhaven-street" target="_blank"><img alt="photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png" border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/spring-2016/home/iconAddtoGoodreads1_zpsa0dd4209.png" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">His abusive family tore him away from her. Would destiny be enough to bring
him back?</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">At ten years old, Chris didn't have good looks, a caring family, or a
bright future. But what he did have for three years was the love of
Danielle, his beautiful neighbor on Fairhaven Street who showed him a
glimpse of a life he desperately wanted.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">To escape his abusive father, Chris was forced to move out of state with
his mother to the icy hills of Michigan. All he could leave Danielle with
was half of a heart-shaped pendant and a promise that he would one day
return for her. To have any chance of getting her back, he had to end over
one hundred years of abuse in his family, something his family claimed he
was destined to carry on. All he had to keep him going was his half of the
pendant, which tarnished over the years from his refusal to take it
off.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>Destiny Lives on Fairhaven Street is a touching memoir from author C.J.
Hudson of his eight-year journey of preparation to return to the love of his
life. Written to his twin sons, his story is a testament to the power of
devotion and proof that the life you've always wanted is possible if you
never give up.</i></span>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">When first looking at C.J. Hudson, the last thing one would expect him to
be is a multi-award-winning romance author, but that is exactly what the
bald-headed, barrel-chested disabled navy veteran is. His debut memoir
"Destiny Lives on Fairhaven Street" was written in homage to his
twin five-year old sons, telling of his eight-year journey where he ended
100 years of abuse in their family in the name of returning to the first
woman he ever loved. Destiny was written entirely on an iPhone over four
years, being re-written eight times, undergoing six full editing cycles and
being rejected 138 times before landing at Mindstir Media. Destiny quickly
became critically acclaimed and won over seven awards. C.J. resides in
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Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210143882677588878.post-75160874194842019992022-12-29T19:00:00.006-05:002022-12-29T19:00:00.164-05:00RELEASE BLITZ for Fake Fiance For Christmas by Carol Burnside (@carol_burnside) #romance #contemporaryromance #Christmas #story #teaser<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTxqeQxFmbIXkDJBmJ6ZBW7qru--5TfB8TCine3Ygta0UweU22X37E7cG3sDedkrhy4bv8ht0TH_Qeu7a0EX1aoaJ_L1DV66RoYz13ejxwXkCmBSSVKKaoWszUBhw2wcFX99wREl3Gk6B3F0QClpPUAVN-h9WCekIEhGev9CrWPNf9Hyj1z3TixIF-A/s2700/Fake-Fianc%C3%A9-for-Christmas-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTxqeQxFmbIXkDJBmJ6ZBW7qru--5TfB8TCine3Ygta0UweU22X37E7cG3sDedkrhy4bv8ht0TH_Qeu7a0EX1aoaJ_L1DV66RoYz13ejxwXkCmBSSVKKaoWszUBhw2wcFX99wREl3Gk6B3F0QClpPUAVN-h9WCekIEhGev9CrWPNf9Hyj1z3TixIF-A/w427-h640/Fake-Fianc%C3%A9-for-Christmas-web.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Faced with a broken engagement due to her guarded heart and
her family expecting to meet her fiancé during the first Christmas without her
Gran, Lia Taylor decides to take her friends’ advice. She’ll take a fake fiancé
home for Christmas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ryan Barton grew up in foster homes, unaware he had a family
until he met his grandmother at sixteen. Lia’s offer of a noisy family
Christmas with a big elaborate meal sounds like heaven, even the part about
pretending to be her fiancé.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Lia and Ryan get to know each other and practice casual
touching, hugs, and kisses, their feelings grow. They decide to try for a real
relationship with the promise that when either of them withdraws due to old
fears, the other will pull them back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But what will save them when they both withdraw in fear? Are
their recent feelings strong enough to save their new relationship or will they
hide within the safety of their guarded hearts?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buy links<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">Amazon US: </span><a href="about:blank"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">https://www.amazon.com/Fake-Fiance-Christmas-Carol-Burnside-ebook/dp/B0B3BJQHGP/</span></a><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">Amazon UK: </span><a href="about:blank"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fake-Fiance-Christmas-Carol-Burnside-ebook/dp/B0B3BJQHGP/</span></a><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">Books2Read: (multiple
venues) </span><a href="about:blank"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">https://books2read.com/u/bQjJ16</span></a><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Google Books:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="about:blank">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=WxmHEAAAQBAJ</a>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“They’ll expect us to touch.” Lia draped her hand across
Ryan’s forearm and his eyes gentled, darkened. “Like this. Casual. Easy. And to
hold hands. I hope you don’t mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ryan turned his arm over and linked his fingers through
hers. “We got this.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She swallowed, unable to tear her gaze off his, and nodded.
It felt both foreign and familiar, holding hands with him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I think I’m going to like this gig.” He gave her fingers an
easy squeeze. “Should we also practice…” His lashes lowered, gaze trained on
her mouth. As the fingers of his free hand slid along her jawline, something
like static electricity blazed across her skin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Holy cow. Lia’s pulse bumped and her chest froze, making it
difficult to breathe. She parted her lips to answer but couldn’t produce so
much as a squeak. After she managed the tiniest of nods, he leaned forward, and
his face blurred.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ryan’s lips touched Lia’s and withdrew. He caught her in
mid-gasp the second time and took advantage of her parted lips to flick his
tongue against hers, igniting a fire that thawed her chest.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He angled his head and came in for more, tongues teasing,
tasting, learning each other. His hands were firm on her back, pulling her
closer until she was consumed in the solidness of him and the fire he stoked.
She clutched at his shoulders as if they were her lifeline because she was completely
engulfed in sensation.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And a choir of angels sang “Hallelujah.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ryan chuckled into the kiss, then tore away laughing. Lia
scrambled for her phone, the Hallelujah Chorus one she’d assigned to her older
brother because he rarely called. When he finally did, she considered it a
small miracle. Not so much right now, though. His timing couldn’t be worse.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What, Spence?” she demanded without preamble. “You’re on
speaker.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Whoa. Ho, ho, ho to you, too, little sis.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry, bad timing. We were…uhm, what’s up?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You tell me. My travel app shows your plane came in on
time, but we haven’t heard from you. I was elected to find out what the holdup
is.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh. Well, Ryan couldn’t get the same flight, and there was
a slight delay, but he’s here now, and we’re about to leave the airport.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Right, the fiancé. We can’t wait to meet this guy and size him
up.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Very funny. Best behavior today, and I mean it, Spence. So
help me—” Lia looked over a sea of autos, anywhere but at Ryan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Kidding. Damn, girl, where’s your sense of humor?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Buried under travel stress. Hey, how’s Mom holding up?” Lia
kept her brother on the line to delay renewed mortification over the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh, you know.” There was a slight pause, and Spence’s voice
quieted as if he’d moved out of earshot. “She’s…trying, but the tree isn’t
decorated.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What?” Lia couldn’t believe it. She pressed her lips
together. Ever since Spence had gone to college, her mom made a point of having
the tree ready to welcome them home at Christmas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“She said we’ll all do it together, and it’ll make Brian
feel more at home. Having y’all here will help.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“It’s Ryan. Geriatric brain, much?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I could’ve sworn Mom said Brian, but the TV was blaring.
Oh, well. Hang up and drive, girl. We’re waiting, and hey, save me a hug.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Back at ya. Bye.” Lia returned the cell to her purse,
taking extra care to stow it properly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sounds like you deflected the name change deftly.” Ryan
buckled his seatbelt.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lia clicked hers into the slot, relieved to talk about any
subject but their scorching-hot kiss. “Yeah, but I think it’ll be fine since
your names are similar. Brian, Ryan. Easy to brush it off as ‘Oh, you
misunderstood.’”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Good.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Silence fell between them. Lia found a radio station and
slipped the gearshift into reverse. “Okay, let’s do this.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">- - -<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Want to read more? Visit Carol’s website <a href="about:blank"><b>HERE</b></a><b> </b>to read another excerpt.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Author bio and links<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carol Burnside: <i>Sizzling romance with heart and humor</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carol Burnside is an award-winning author of "Sizzling romance with
heart and humor." Her personal second-chance-at-love story resulted in an
enduring marriage to her high school sweetheart. They reside in the Texas hill
country, where Carol enjoys visiting wildlife from her covered back porch. Like
any true southerner, she drinks tea in some form year-round. Carol's novel
length manuscripts have placed in numerous contests and won several, including
the prestigious Maggie Award for Excellence. She also writes as Annie Rayburn.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon reviews say Carol's books
are:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Highly captivating!"
"intriguing and a wonderful read" "Emotional and
heartwarming" "Engaging!" and "Great reading!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carol blogs on her website at <a href="about:blank"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">www.CarolBurnside.com</span></a>. Connect
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carol is also releasing the 5<sup>th</sup> book in her
Sweetwater Springs series: Mistletoe Weddings during the holidays. Check it out
at your favorite retailer today!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>Elodie Parkeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11668732033067177594noreply@blogger.com0