#BlogTour #Giveaway #Review – A ROYAL AFFAIR by Amy Saunders

About the Book
As crown princess of Lorencia, Desi can handle other royals, dignitaries, and celebrities without
batting an eyelash. But Astin Gold, the suave heir to a hotel empire? No amount of diplomatic training prepared her for him. 
Or the whirlwind media scandal she’s about to ignite with him.Rumors swirl, and the pressure is on to deflect the attention. But Desi’s feelings for Astin only blossom, despite allegations that he’s using her for his own gain. As she dares to date him under the radar, it becomes clear someone close to her is behind the scandal. And their secret won’t stay secret forever.

As tensions rise, Desi must decide if Astin deserves her trust. And, more important, her heart.

Review5 Stars

What a fun read! I appreciated that the royal wasn’t portrayed as being entitled and was actually a considerate person. Interesting spin on the royal being the female falling in love with a commoner, as most royal stories are the other way around. As with stories of royals, you anticipate some drama and this story offers that. The cause of the drama was not who I thought it was. A delightful weekend read!

 
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January 29 – Chick Lit Plus – Review
January 30 – Chick Lit Goddess – Q&A &
Excerpt

January 31 – Book Lover in Florida – Review
January 31 – Ski Wee’s Books – Review &
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February 1- Tranquil Reader – Review
February 1 – The Phantom Paragrapher
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February 2 – Read Day and Night – Review



Author Bio

Amy is a sci-fi/mystery addict with a soft spot for humor and romance. She lives in Massachusetts, and loves to bake and watch movies.

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#BlogTour #Review – SIX TINDER WEEKS by Bena Roberts

About the Book
Forty-something scientist Helen leaves her husband after twenty
uninspired years of marriage. Plagued with making the wrong decisions she looks
towards holistic therapy and the universe to guide her choices. She meets
hairdresser Alex and takes his advice to download the dating app SPRK.
Helen embarks on a voyage of self-discovery, paganism, hedonism
and desire. What could go wrong? Well for one secret agent CJ is convinced that
Helen is part of a notorious Romanian smuggling gang.
Six Tinder weeks is not the usual romantic novel; it is
realistic fiction full of twists, turns that will make you laugh out loud. If
you like something different, then you will enjoy this Pandora’s box of love,
action and the unexpected.
Review4 Stars
What a fun read about online dating after forty! I chuckled at some of the guys and the nonsense that comes with online dating. Does that stuff really happen? LOL I enjoyed the short and to-the-point chapters, which made the book fly! A witty book to enjoy while reading poolside!
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January 15 – Chick Lit Plus– Review
January 16 – Chick Lit Goddess – Novel Spotlight
January 17 – Book Lover in Florida – Review
January 18 – Beauty Books and Cats With Brooke – Review
January 18 – Tranquil Reader – Review
January 19 – Rainy DayReviews – Review
January 19 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review

 

About the Author

Bena is an expat British woman living with her family in
Germany. She was a journalist, blogger and analyst as well as CEO of quite a
few geeky companies. She is a bookworm, gym bunny and partial to dry Italian
red wine.
Bena’s passion for writing began as a child in the cosy
corner of her parent’s bookshop in London. She grew up reading Sidney Sheldon,
Judy Blume and Marian Keyes.  Six Tinder Weeks is her debut novel and is
realistic fiction that will appeal to women, mums and especially those just
divorced.

#BlogTour #Review – SEE YOU LATER BROADWAY by Melissa Baldwin

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Review5 Stars
What a great continuation of the series! You often times wonder if the events that are happening to and around you are signs of greater things, and that is what Maris goes through. Everything that seems to happen to her and the decisions she has to make for her future would leave anyone second-guessing themselves. A fast-paced read for your next weekend getaway!
Synopsis
It’s finally here . . .
the much-anticipated sequel to See You Soon Broadway! Maris is back!

Decisions, decisions, decisions . . .

Maris Forrester’s exciting new life is not everything she was
hoping it would be. Although she’s happy in her new career, she’s plagued with
the feeling that something is still missing. Imagine her surprise when an old
friend presents her with an unbelievable opportunity that could change
everything. This new career sounds almost too good to be true, including the
upcoming trip to London. She quickly learns that even the most perfect
scenarios have their drawbacks, and when something sounds too good to be true,
it usually is . . .

In addition to making a life-changing career choice, Maris realizes she has other decisions to make—whom to love and where to find happiness. What if neither is what she thought they should be?

 
 
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October 16 – One Book at a Time
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October 17 – Granny Loves to Read
October 18 – Chick Lit Plus
October 19 – Book Junkie Reads

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Melissa Baldwin is an avid runner, planner obsessed, and has always had a love for writing. She is a wife, mother, and avid journal keeper who took her creativity to the next level by fulfilling her dream with her debut novel, An Event to Remember…or Forget. Melissa writes about charming, ambitious, and real women and is now a published author of seven Romantic Comedy novels and novellas.

When she isn’t deep in the writing zone, this multi-tasking master organizer is busy spending time with her family, chauffeuring her daughter, traveling, running, indulging in fitness, and taking a Disney Cruise every now and then.



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#BlogTour #Giveaway #Review – WICKED FOR HIRE by Lotta Smith

Title: Wicked For Hire

Author: Lotta Smith

Genre: Paranormal Mystery

Synopsis
Sometimes, the opportunity of a lifetime busts your door instead of gently knocking at it…

FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

Medical student Amanda Meyers thought she had her life all
planned out until people started dying the moment they touched her. Being
cleared of any wrongdoing didn’t stop the medical school from expelling her,
and it didn’t rid her of the unfortunate nickname Grim Reaper. 

Luckily, having a rep as the harbinger of death isn’t a total
resume killer. Rick Rowling, Special Agent for the FBI’s Paranormal Cases
Division recruits her to work for the Bureau. But the sexy, brilliant,
outrageous loose cannon proves to be just as untouchable as the mysterious
creature or creatures that may be responsible for the seemingly unsolvable
murder that becomes their first case together. 

Instead of treating patients, Amanda’s life becomes a test of
her patience and a wild ride into the wicked paranormal world where her new
boss runs the show. Together they face a ghoulish force that could destroy the
entire city and a grueling family dinner that could leave Amanda contemplating
harakiri. 

It’s a battle of life and debt [student debt, that is and saving the world has never been so funny.

Wicked for Hire is part of the Paranormal in Manhattan Mystery series. If you like fast-paced mysteries full of quirky characters and unexpected twists, you’re gonna love this book.

Buy Wicked for Hire and start solving your next mystery today!

 

Review

4.5 Stars

Short and sweet read that had me chuckling and grimacing! I enjoyed the small element of romance in the paranormal mystery. Interesting murder topic from the suspect – makes you wonder. An intriguing read for a rainy day!

Excerpt

After an hour of additional agony, dinner was over.

When Rowling thanked my folks and stood to leave, carrying leftovers, I followed him out the door, just to be polite. If I didn’t need to be polite, I’d have snatched the leftovers, curled up in the corner of my room, and drank my sorrows away with cold meatloaf and mashed potatoes on the side. It’s common knowledge that leftovers are the yummiest part of the dinner, and I didn’t like the fact that my brand new boss got them.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you about my dysfunctional family,” I said.

“Dysfunctional? Your family?” A corner of his mouth lifted. “After all, there was no bloodbath during the meal. You should see mine to get an idea of a dysfunctional family.” He didn’t seem to be kidding.

“Wow,” I replied.

“By the way, Mandy.” He looked me in the eye. “Do you want him dead?”

“Him? Who? What are you talking about?”

“Justin, your ex-fiancé,” he said nonchalantly. “If you’d like, I can have him killed, make his death look like a totally innocent accident. People often die of freak accidents, such as—”

“Too much information!” I covered my ears with my hands. “And no, thanks. You don’t need to have him…. You know what,” I added hurriedly. Okay, so technically, I often fantasized about my ex-fiancé dropping dead by stumbling on the wet operation room floor and stabbing himself with the scalpel. Then again, it seemed like having Rick Rowling’s help in hiring a contract killer came with a huge price tag.

“Hmm, okay.” He nodded, loading the leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes on the passenger’s seat. “Remember, you can always change your mind.”

I thought a little, and said, “Thank you for the offer.”

“No prob.” He shrugged. “Hey, the doctor guy’s not worth your time.”

“What do you know about him?” I asked.

“He’s a self-centered, no good, arrogant asshole.”

“I know.” I chuckled.

“In addition, he’s deep in debt up to his eyeballs following a screw-up in options trading. His desperate attempt to recover the loss by scoring big in Vegas completely backfired. Obviously, card counting isn’t one of his strong suits. Anyway, even his family has cut him off.”

“How do you know that?”

“Do you really want to know how I got the info?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” I replied. “I was just saying.”

For a brief moment, we fell silent.

“Thanks for dinner,” Rowling said finally.

When I was about to say “It was nice having you over,” he cupped my face and kissed me lightly. On. The. Lips.

I knew I could have resisted, and I should have, but I didn’t.

It was just a brush of a kiss, but still deep enough to make me want for more.

“Good night.” He climbed into the Ferrari and drove away.

“Good night.” I stood outside until the taillights faded in the night.

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September 11 – Chick Lit Plus – Review
September 15 – Chick Lit Goddess – Q&A & Excerpt
September 18 – Suzy Turner – Review
September 20 – Jackie’s Bookbytes – Review & Excerpt
September 21 – Beauty, Books and Cats With Brooke – Review
September 22 – Book Lover in Florida – Review & Excerpt
September 22 – Authors and Readers Book Corner – Excerpt
September 22 – Turning Another Page – Review, Q&A & Excerpt
September 25 – T’s Stuff – Excerpt

 

 

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#BlogTour #Review – LOVE PIXIES by Carol Maloney Scott

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Title: Love Pixies

Author: Carol Maloney Scott

Genre: Paranormal Chick Lit

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Review

4 Stars

Fun rom-com with an element of magic twist! As I am one that does not typically read ‘fantasy’ type books, I was skeptical of reading this book. But I thoroughly surprised and enjoyed the story. A lot happens in the book so be ready!

Synopsis

For three lifelong best friends, a college graduation trip to Ireland is supposed to be their last hurrah before starting their jobs, and taking on the stresses and responsibilities of adult life. Heather, Tiffany, and Amanda are on a mission to turn the Emerald Isle upside down…or at least wreak a little havoc, drink a wee bit too much, and kiss hunky Irish boys…before returning to their hometown of Chicago.

When Rhiannon, a powerful fairy, pays a surprise visit to their adorable, thatched-roof rental cottage in County Clare, and persuades them to sign one-year Love Pixie contracts, their lives are drastically altered. Newly armed with fantastical superpowers, charmed necklaces, and the ability to turn ordinary substances into enchanted pixie dust, the girls join together to fight ‘love crime’ and help assigned couples on the brink of disaster build bridges back to happiness. It all sounds quite exciting, until they realize that learning how to use powerful magic is not only time consuming, overwhelming, and confusing – it’s not easy to hide from their family, co-workers, and most importantly – potential love interests.

To complicate matters even more, the trio is repeatedly tempted by the fairy’s rebellious sister, Aideen, who challenges them to break the rules. Perhaps if they listen to the ‘bad fairy’ they can finish their assignment quicker…and get back to work…and play…before anyone is the wiser.

However, the girls were raised to know that there are consequences to bad behavior – at least in the non-magical world. Afraid to ask if there is such a thing as magical jail, the two more sensible Pixies hope to rein in their most wayward partner – before their contracts are terminated…and their couple’s relationship implodes into a pile of ordinary dust.

Excerpt

The Pixies followed Layla back to the office, where she presented David with his new cup of coffee.

Only all he did was thank her. He still wasn’t drinking it!

“Thanks a lot. That was very nice of you.”

His face brightened, but he still looked awful. His shirt was wrinkled—frankly it looked like he had picked it out of the dirty laundry basket. Maybe Carrie was refusing to do his wash in her current condition, or because of his recent attitude.

Instead of drinking his coffee, David stood up and began pacing the room.

“I shouldn’t drink any more coffee. I’m jittery enough. Maybe we should order lunch. It’s going to take hours to work through these figures.”

Tiffany smacked her forehead and reached for the red dust in her bra.

Now it was Amanda’s turn to take charge. She grabbed Tiffany’s hand and said, “No, you are not throwing red dust on him. What will that do? Just give him some terrible problem that Layla can help him with? Or she’ll just leave him here, and he’ll never get to the party with Carrie.”

Tiffany raked her hands through her hair, ignoring her normal concern for a perfectly styled ‘do.’

“Okay fine. But he needs to drink the fucking coffee.”

Amanda reminded a frantic Tiffany that this cup hadn’t been enchanted yet.

“And he doesn’t seem to want the coffee, anyway. Maybe we’ll have to wait until they order lunch. They’ll have to consume something eventually.”

Amanda was trying to be the voice of reason, but Tiffany was getting past the point of fed up with David Newman.

“No, I’m not waiting for that. This moron is going to get his rumpled, red-eyed ass over to that party with his wife. If I have to…that’s it!”

Amanda blinked hard as Tiffany approached David, but she wasn’t reaching into her bra for the red dust.

Hopefully she wouldn’t accidentally touch him! Layla would think he was ready for the psych ward when he started flinching for no reason, after being grazed by an invisible fairy.

Amanda held her breath as Tiffany sneaked up on him…wait, why was no one moving? The air felt funny…

Holy crap, Amanda thought. Did Tiffany just stop time?!!

Tiffany lunged at David, positioning herself within centimeters of his face, and dropped a few granules of sugar directly into his frozen mouth!

The atmosphere in the room changed again, and all the noises and movements of the office sprang back to life…including the human inhabitants.

David instantly leapt to his feet, and began spitting and swatting at the air.

“What’s wrong?” Layla’s eyes widened.

She had secretly hoped that David was close to a meltdown, but she hadn’t expected him to completely lose his entire…was he having a seizure?

“David! What are you doing?”

Layla shrieked as David danced around the office with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, like a dog on a hot day.

“Do you see it? Is it gone?”

“See what?”

“The bug that crawled in my mouth!”

With that, Tiffany and Amanda fell over laughing.

Amanda was holding her sides and screeching. “I can’t believe you just did that! Holy crap, that was hilarious. His eyes are bugging out!”

Tiffany grabbed Amanda and roared, “Bugs! You said bugs! He thought a bug flew into his mouth…ha, ha, ha…”

Layla wrinkled her nose in disgust. “A bug flew into your mouth?” She hoped there were no bugs in his office. It was more likely that sleep-deprived David was losing his marbles…and going buggy in the brain.

“Yes, and it was a sweet bug!”

As the Pixies laughed and struggled to regain their composure, Amanda said, “I’m dying! But let’s see if this pixie dust is going to do the trick. And holy crap—you stopped time!”

David stopped jumping around and paused, looked at the laptop, his coffee cup, and Layla—as if he was not sure what to make of them. “That’s odd. How long have we been here?”

Layla was relieved that he had calmed down, but didn’t quite understand his bewilderment. “We’ve been here since about ten. Why do you ask?”

“Ten!? What time is it now?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead his mind flooded with visions of Carrie.

Carrie on their wedding day.

When Elyse was born.

Making his breakfast in their first apartment.

On the beach in her bikini on their honeymoon.

And finally, at the party…without him.

“I have to go! My wife needs me.” He gestured to the desk and said, “This needs to wait.”

He walked to the office door, grabbed his jacket off the hook, and ran out.

Tiffany folded her arms across her chest, and Amanda patted her fellow Pixie on the back. “Wow. That was amazing. Now you have another unique and awesome power! This is so great—it’s early in the day and he has about twelve hours of enchantment ahead of him.”

Tiffany smiled and said, “I know. It’s fantastic. Hopefully Heather is shoving enchanted brownies into Carrie’s face.”

“Somehow I think she’s administering her pixie dust a little more subtly. People can actually see her.”

Amanda giggled again, but then noticed Layla. What was she doing now?

Luckily for the Pixies, Layla liked to talk to herself while plotting evil.

“That sonofabitch! How dare he just run out of here? Did he not see my shoulders? And I wasn’t lying—the spreadsheet actually is fucked up. It’s going to take me all fucking weekend to fix it!”

She rubbed her temples and smiled. “No, on second thought…I’m going to make it even worse, and send it to Alfred and the client. Then I’ll step in and fix it…and be the hero.”

She sat down at David’s desk with a smug look on her face.

Tiffany’s mouth fell open as she realized that she hadn’t thought this through. Now Layla was even angrier, while David was off to bond with his wife. The latter was great, but his career was going to be destroyed by this crazy bitch, and how were the Pixies going to prevent it?

 
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August 14 – Life at 17 – Review

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Carol Maloney Scott, author of the Rom-Com on the Edge series, is a frazzled new bride and wiener dog fanatic. She is a lover of donuts, and a hater of mornings. Recently unearthing a childhood passion for writing, she can once again be seen carrying around a notebook and staring into space. Her stories are witty, fresh and real, just like life.



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#BlogTour – MODERN LOVE by Beau North

MODERN LOVE (1)

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Title: Modern Love

Author: Beau North

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Novella 

Synopsis

“Love at first sight wasn’t meant for millennials,” thinks Alice Aberdeen: art student, recovering addict, David Bowie enthusiast. Alice is among the recently dumped and only wants to keep her nose to the grindstone until she finishes her degree. Her sister has other ideas and sets her up with new-in-town Will Murphy–tall, dark, and aloof. To say it wasn’t an instant attraction is an understatement: He finds her abrasive, with her sharp tongue and don’t-screw-with-me attitude. She thinks he’s excessively reserved, too damn serious. But the more time Alice spends with Will, the more their slow burn begins to thaw her heart. A man of two worlds, half-Irish, half-Indian, Will feels at home with Alice. He soon realizes her tough shell is hiding extensive scar tissue–from her addiction and recovery to her spectacularly bad ex-girlfriend to the loss of her mother. Modern Love isn’t a story about love at first sight but learning to love yourself before being able to see the one you love.

Excerpt

WILL

The man who lets me into the gallery looks like the Marlboro man’s younger brother. He introduces himself as Ari Savant. We shake hands and he escorts me right where I want to go, to the section of space dedicated to her work. Ari doesn’t have to tell me. I know as soon as I see it that it’s Allie’s hand, Allie’s remarkable mind at work.

I’d finagled an early viewing. A few phone calls, a reasonable donation, and a simple “please” had done the trick. I wanted to see her work alone because I knew when she was in front of me, it would be impossible to focus on anything else.

I thought a few days to cool off and think was a good idea. Stupid. What did I say when I first knew her? She’s wasn’t a shark. She was an octopus, an escape artist, and she escaped right back to that pretty little ex of hers. I knew she was just using me that night in Iowa, but I hadn’t expected to knock on her door and find Jamie there, looking very at home with her shoes off and a burrito in her hand. “Oh hey, don’t I know you?” When I asked if Allie was there, she’d winked and said, “She’s in the bedroom.” I turned and left without a word, feeling numb, feeling sick, and feeling foolish more than anything. I tried not to think about her. Tried really hard. Then Alex emailed me the link to the gallery event and I knew I had to go, had to see her work, had to see her.

The pieces are breathtaking: swaths of lurid color; the images, curious and melancholy. I recognize the family members I’ve met, and can only guess at the one figure who appears in every photo, a red lightning bolt painted across her face. Alice’s mother, Evangeline.

And then, I feel a jolt when I first see it. Ari Savant calls it Stardust. It’s striking, plucking a chord that resonates throughout every part of me. It’s as heartbreaking as she is.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” he says in the rough and reedy voice of a lifelong smoker. It is remarkable. I already know I’m going to buy it.

“Oh, Alice,” I say with a sigh.

ALLIE

The first part of the evening was a flurry of introductions, people whose names I’d never remember, questions about my work that I tried to answer without tripping over my tongue. By the time Emma and Gabe showed up, my face was beginning to hurt from smiling, my feet were definitely hurting from the heels I’d relented to wear, and I was feeling like I’d just worked a ten-hour shift at the bar.

And I loved every second of it.

“I almost didn’t recognize you in that dress!” Emma exclaimed. “You look so glamorous!”

I waved her off. “It’s all Sara’s doing.” Emma tilted her head, a faraway look in her eyes as she studied me like I was one of the pieces on the wall. “No. It’s not the dress. It’s you. You’re really okay.”

“Of course, I’m okay,” I said. “Why wouldn’t I be? Weirdo.”

She took a deep breath and smiled. “Sorry, big sister stuff. This is your night, and I’m so proud of you.”

That’s when Will Murphy walked into the room, looking like he owned the place.

The trickle of texts we’d exchanged since Iowa had dried up. I could take a hint, but that didn’t make my reaction to him any less swift or potent. My stomach lurched, my throat tightened, and I had to force my knees not to shake. He wore the suit he’d worn the second time I’d met him, at the bar, his hair hung black and glossy, making my fingers twitch. I wanted to touch it, touch all of him, and then push him right out the door onto his pretty ass.

I wanted to know why he’d ghosted, only to show up to something that was so important to me?

He saw us, nodded, and made his way over in no hurry. “Congratulations, Alice,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against my cheek. Did my eyelids flutter? Maybe. It wasn’t just me he electrified. People stopped and looked at him. From across the room I saw Ari’s eyebrow lift, his imperceptible nod in my direction. Well done.

Oh, he is not getting heart-eyes from me tonight. I smiled at him, raised my glass of club soda in his direction. “Thanks for coming, Will.” Friendly. Cool as can be. Might put a stiletto heel in your chair and hope you sit on it.

“Emma says your dad’s doing much better.”

I raised my eyebrows. He was talking to my sister but not to me? “Dad’s great. He’s vegan now. Maybe you could give him some pointers.”

He nodded as if he’d been expecting this answer. “Sure,” he said noncommittally.

I wanted to throw up. On him. “How’ve you been? I haven’t talked to you much since…” I trailed off before I could say, “Since you took me to splash mountain.” He put a hand on my elbow and leaned in close.

“Now’s not the time. The rehearsal dinner is at my house in a few days, if you’ll give me some time then? There are things I want to say.”

What in Bey’s name was he talking about? I smiled, and raised my glass, never breaking my cool girl demeanor.

“I look forward to it.”

MeetTheAuthor

beau northBeau North is a native southerner who now calls Portland, Oregon home with her husband and two cats. She attended the University of South Carolina where she began a lifelong obsession with English Literature. In her spare time, Beau is the brains behind Rhymes With Nerdy, an internet collective focused on pop culture.

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#BookBlitz #FreeBook – MAYBE THIS TIME by Claire Yezbak Fadden

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Title: Maybe This Time

Author: Claire Yezbak Fadden

Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction

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Synopsis

Architect Kate Jameson has sworn off men. That is until she meets Eric, the handsome son of her current client. Fresh out of a messy relationship with a co-worker, Kate’s not ready to trust her judgement where men are concerned. She dodges Eric’s advances, but can’t deny the attraction growing between them. Everything–especially his soul-searing brown eyes–makes her want to throw caution to the wind and try again. At her sister’s prodding, Kate finally agrees to date Eric, surprised at the joy he brings into her life. But when their budding romance is threatened, Kate is forced to make hard decisions and fight for her true happiness.

Undercover CIA agent Eric Wiley has survived enough loss in his life to ever want to risk being hurt again. He has long since given up on true love. Still, he’s drawn to Kate in a way he can’t rationalize. Avoiding her isn’t working and for the first time in a relationship, he wants to be truthful about his past and his career. Before their romance can bloom, however, Kate goes missing. Recognizing the danger, Eric stops at nothing to rescue the woman who has captured his heart.

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About the Author
When
she’s not playing with her granddaughter, Pennsylvania native Claire Yezbak
Fadden is writing contemporary women’s fiction. Her books feature strong women
who overcome life’s challenges, always putting their families first. Claire
loves butterflies, ladybugs and holds a special affinity for carousel horses –
quite possibly the result of watching “Mary Poppins” 13 times as a young girl.
Claire loves to cheer on the San
Diego State Aztecs, her alma mater, and is a big fan of the Pittsburgh Pirates,
Steelers and Penguins. The mother of three, she lives in Orange County,
California with her husband, Nick and two spoiled dogs, Bandit and Jersey Girl.
Claire’s work as an award-winning journalist, humor columnist and editor has
appeared in 100 publications across the United States, Canada and Australia.
Maybe This
Time

is a continuation of her Begin Again series, starting with her debut novel,
A Corner of
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.
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Excerpt
 Kate walked faster, but Colleen stopped.
“There’s a guy back there waving at you. Kinda nice looking. Now he’s coming
our way.” Colleen smiled as though inviting him to come closer.
“Don’t encourage him,” Kate said.
“Too late. Here he is.” Colleen made a sweeping motion as though she were a hostess on a game show introducing today’s prizes.
Oh God, his eyes are browner than I remember.
“Kate, I’m glad I caught you,” Eric said. “Sorry I missed you on the phone. I got back into town early.”
“I see that,” Kate muttered, her icy tone coating each word. Not going through this drama again. Crazy guy.
Multiple girlfriends. Bad endings.
“I’m Eric Wiley,” he said, offering his hand for Colleen to shake before returning his attention to Kate.
“So maybe we can set up that coffee date. There’s a great little place a couple of doors down.”
“I know. Colleen and I just had coffee there.”
“And scones,” Colleen chimed in, handing Kate her bag of leftovers. “I’ve got to get going. I have class in
thirty minutes.”
“Teacher or student?” Eric asked.
“Yoga instructor.”
“Nice. Maybe I can take your class sometime. It’s not that sweaty yoga, is it?”
“No, it’s more of a flow class.
Kate can tell you all about it.” Colleen tapped Kate on the shoulder. “I’ll see
you later,” she said before scurrying toward the yoga studio.
“I like your friend,” Eric said gesturing to Colleen’s back.
“She’s pretty terrific. We met in her class. Used to be a cop.” Kate wanted to run away, but her feet grounded into the earth as though an alien force rooted them in place. All the small talk didn’t comfort her. Minutes before this guy was kissing another woman, and now he was flirting with her. Was there no end to his nerve?
“Now that’s really switching career paths,” Eric said. “I consider doing that sometimes.”
“And leave the family business for what? I don’t see that happening.” You’re such a privileged mama’s boy, Kate wanted to say, but didn’t. Truth was during their earlier interactions, Eric didn’t strike her as someone who life had been easy on. It was obvious his parents leaned on his judgment. Eric presented himself as a self-made man, working for what success came his way. Still, he was hiding something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Granted with business-owner parents, his path may have been smoother than many. Even if your folks set you up, you’re the one who has to walk that path. Kate knew lots of privileged folks who took the benefits they were born into and managed to drink, gamble or in some other way squander their advantage, as though opportunity was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Made a bad choice, no problem. Just get a clean plate and try again. The sports pages and movie magazines were filled with celebrity examples. A couple of Kate’s sorority sisters were still trying to find themselves. That’s what they claimed at the last reunion.
“You’d be surprised. I can tell you more about my future plans over a hot mocha.”
Kate readjusted her purse strap and leaned away. “Thanks for the invite, but I need to get to work. We’re already brainstorming the next complex. Proposal is due in two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know. We talked about your innovative ideas. I thought they were great. You’re great.” Eric licked his lips and stepped closer. “Seems to me like we connected, at least a little bit, but if you’re not interested, just say so. You don’t have to go through not answering my calls and giving me the brush off. Just be honest. It will save us both a lot of time.”
Kate shoved her paper pastry bag in her coat pocket and crossed her arms. “Honesty? Is that the most important value to you, because I believe in always telling the truth. I always tell the truth.”
“And you’re suggesting I don’t?”
Eric’s nostrils flared with anger, causing Kate to step back. “We are standing in the street arguing about I don’t know what. Do you want to have a cup of coffee with me or not? It’s just that simple.”
“Not until you answer a question first.” Kate straightened to her full five-foot-six height. “Who were you kissing a moment ago?”
“Kissing? What are you talking about?”
“Near the cab. The woman who kissed you. Who is she? You’re an only child, so I know that wasn’t your sister. A cousin, maybe?” Kate huffed.
Eric’s eyes widened.
Is this how he stalls for time, cooking up a lie, Kate thought. This should be really good. She waited, even tapped the toe of her boot a time or two. “Well?”
“Like I said on my call, business ended early. I grabbed a cab with a coworker. End of story.”

“Not quite. Here comes your coworker, and she looks ticked.”

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#NewRelease – UNDER THE CHERRY TREE by Lilac Mills

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Title: Under the Cherry Tree

Author: Lilac Mills

Genre: Chick Lit

 
ABOUT THE BOOK

“My dog didn’t like men. Actually that was a lie – she didn’t like the men I chose. The only ones who rocked her world had been my father (who was no longer with us), Ross (who was gay), and the butcher on the high street (for obvious reasons).” 

When Jenni Meadows has the opportunity to expand her dog-grooming business she takes it, and when a nice man appears on her horizon but fails to make any sparks fly, she decides she has enough on her plate with her business without adding a boyfriend into the mix.

Besides, Millie doesn’t like him and when her dog doesn’t like a man, Jenni knows all about it. So why does Millie take a very strange liking to the new vet, especially since he has a taciturn expression, wears a wedding ring, and wields a needle?

Under the Cherry Tree is a tale of love and hope, waggy tails, and cold noses.

#NewRelease – THE BROTHERS OF BRIGADIER STATION by Sarah Williams

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Title: The Brothers of Brigadier Station

Author: Sarah Williams

Genre: Romance

Release Day: May 17

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Synopsis

She came to the outback to marry the love of her life. She just didn’t expect him to be her fiancé’s younger brother.

When Meghan Flanagan, a vet-nurse from Townsville, moves to Brigadier Station in outback Queensland to marry the man of her dreams, she is shocked to discover that perhaps her fiancé isn’t the man she wants waiting for her at the altar. The man she’s destined to marry, just might be her his younger brother.

Cautious of women after a disastrous past relationship, Darcy is happy living on his beloved cattle station, spending his spare time riding horses, going to rodeos and campdrafting. He didn’t expect the perfect woman show up on his doorstep. Engaged to his brother.

With the wedding only hours away, Meghan must make the decision of a lifetime. But, her betrayal could tear the family apart. She knows all too well the pain of losing loved ones and being alone.

Now that she has the family she so desperately wants; will she risk losing it all?

Set in the drought stricken plains of Julia Creek, North Queensland and the coastal city of Townsville this is a rural romance that will leave you asking: Will she marry the right man, for the right reasons?

The Brothers of Brigadier Station is the first in the Brigadier Station series and can easily be read as a standalone. Each of Sarah’s stories are linked so you can find out what happens to the other brothers and your favourite characters in future books.

For more information about Sarah and her new releases, please visit: www.sarahwilliamsauthor.com


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MeetTheAuthor
Sarah Williams spent her childhood chasing sheep, riding horses and picking Kiwi fruit on the family orchard in rural New Zealand. After a decade travelling, Sarah moved to tropical North Queensland to enjoy the heat and humidity and play with Crocodiles. 

When she’s not absorbed in her fictional writing world, Sarah is running after her family of four kids, one husband, two dogs and a cat. She helps to run the local writers centre and supports her peers achieve their publishing dreams.

Sarah is regularly checking social media when she really should be cleaning. 


You can find her online at:


www.sarahwilliamsauthor.com

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#Review #BlogTour #Giveaway – DEFINING HER by Samantha March

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5 Stars

Title: Defining Her

Author: Samantha March

Genre: Women’s Fiction

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Review

What a different style of book from Samantha March and what an amazing one! I had a sneaking suspicion that Prue knew what was going on and what she was doing. Emotions play a huge part in people’s actions. The beginning of the story may cause some trigger emotions but what a way to begin the story. Suspenseful read that had me intrigued the entire time!


Synopsis

Nellie Hawthorne is a woman who has it all. A devoted husband, her own business, a wealthy lifestyle. But the Nellie she is now is much different from her past. A past filled with abuse, addiction, and men. Nellie’s carefully constructed new life is suddenly in jeopardy when a blast from the past emerges in her small town and her overbearing mother-in-law starts pushing for grandchildren and questions start being asked. A budding new friendship presents itself at an opportune time, and a once friendless Nellie finds herself growing closer to Prue Doherty.

Prue Doherty is the quintessential good girl. Always making the right decisions, always playing it safe. Until she meets a man that could change all of that. Still reeling from a devastating breakup and betrayal that had her fleeing from Chicago and settling into suburb life with her mom close by, Prue finds herself in a damaging funk. But everything changes when she befriends Nellie Hawthorne.

Nellie is trying to escape her past. Prue wants that perfect future. While both women strive to change their lives, they continue to cling to the past. But what defines us? Who we were then . . . or who we are trying to be now? Lies, manipulation, and deceit are woven throughout the pages of this edgy women’s fiction novel, with an ending you won’t see coming.

Excerpt

From Chapter 1

Nellie

I pulled up the schedule and minimized it to a small square, dragging it up to the top of my screen. I loved keeping an eye on the appointments, seeing the client name turn purple upon checking in, then yellow when their room was cleaned after they were finished. Our salon had three Versa Spas and sixteen regular tanning beds, all varying in speed and power. Mondays could be a fairly busy day, as people have their high hopes for the week, their mental to-do lists of how to get it started off right. Even during summer season the tanning salon stayed busy. Heaven forbid one of the suburbanites looked less than stellar taking their children to the pool or their summer activities and camps.

I blew out a breath. I could feel my old self threatening to peek through my carefully worked on new persona. My Mrs. Hawthorne persona. I wasn’t the old Nellie. I wasn’t.

I turned back to the computer, watching the check-ins and check-outs start to happen. I scanned the schedule again. Mostly familiar names in there. One in particular stood out to me on that day. Prue.

I clicked on her profile, which opened up the client information, including their photo we scanned from their driver’s license. Yep, it was the woman I’d been observing the past . . . oh, two weeks or so. Cute blonde bob, though longer now than in her picture. Bright green eyes. Petite. I remember being the one to give her the tour when she first joined as a member. I towered over her, and I’m 5’7.

She stuck out to me because she seemed so . . . sad. Something in her piercing green eyes stuck out to me that day. I didn’t know what her story was and I knew it wasn’t my business. We all deal with our own shit in our own way. But something . . . just gave me a pause. I never really had an empathic bone in my body, and I wasn’t the girlfriend type. I tried doing that whole have chicks on my side that I can count on and have each other’s backs years ago and that didn’t pan out. Nah. It’s just me and Harrison now. And our neighbors and Harrison’s work friends and the girls at the salon, but these are all acquaintances or employees. Not friends.

Working on a graphic for the Labor Day sale distracted me from my thoughts, and I forgot about Prue and much of anything else. I worked on a color scheme that popped, a layout that was aesthetically pleasing, and squeezing in all the pertinent details to the sale. At noon on the dot, my phone gave a chime. Time to break for lunch. If I didn’t schedule my reminders, I would forget to eat all together. And yes, I cared about my body and my health and I worked out, but I did not skip meals. I was not anorexic or bulimic, thank you so much. I was healthy.

I drove to the deli and picked up a typical lunch—turkey and cheese on wheat bread, loaded with spinach, green peppers, lettuce, a few pickles, and low-fat Italian. I asked for an apple and, back in the office, grabbed a Smart Water out of my personal mini fridge. I watched YouTube videos while I ate—everything from how to perfect my winged liner to design tips to music videos. This was my time to zone out. To forget work and deadlines and schedules and invoices and just chill.

At ten to one, I started cleaning up my mess. Throwing my wrappers away. Wiping up some apple juice dribbled next to my MacBook. Clicking out of YouTube and getting back to the daily schedule. And, just like clockwork, I watched Prue’s name become highlighted. She tanned Monday and Thursday at one o’clock each day. Ten minutes a time, though she stayed in the room for nearly twenty.

I headed out to the front desk, while Kerri took off for the day. The next employee, Sasha, was scheduled at two o’clock, so during this hour, I sat out front and checked people in and out and cleaned rooms. I loved my job. My career. My business. And while no, I didn’t need the salon to help us financially, I loved having a schedule. A normalcy to a life that had rarely seen any. A purpose.

“Have a good rest of your day, Kerri. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure thing, Nellie. Catch you on the flip.” Kerri waved enthusiastically and headed out the door, gaudy pink Coach purse slung over her shoulder, already thumbing away on her ginormous cell phone. I made a mental note to buy my best and favorite employee a real designer purse this year as her Christmas bonus. Coach was so . . . basic.

I shook my head as I took a seat behind the reception desk. Listen to me! Coach was basic. How so much could change in so little time. If you had told me this would be my life at twenty-nine not even ten years ago, I would have laughed in your face. Or tried to rob you.

I looked up when I heard a noise and saw Prue approaching the desk, head down, car keys in hand.

“Thanks for coming in!” I said cheerily, a smile on my face.

She glanced back at me, just for a moment, but I saw the tears slipping down her face before she managed to put her sunglasses on. “Thanks,” she practically whispered, before she was gone.

I frowned, looking at the screen. I checked out her room on the computer, then proceeded back to room 8 to give it a clean. Wiping down the bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about this particular client. Why was she giving me the vibe that I should . . . help her? Offer her a shoulder to cry on or at least just someone to talk to? Maybe she was like me and never had a real friend she could count on. Maybe I could be that person for someone. Maybe making a new friend was just what I needed right now. To remind me that I had changed my life for the better, and I could still be that better person. Maybe the timing was perfect, what with my past threatening to return. This was the life I ran away to. I had to keep it together.

From Chapter 2

Prue

Once back home, I had just over an hour to get showered and changed and to the school. My mom, Jean Doherty, was the principal of Eakwood Elementary School, one of the three elementary schools in this small town. School had only been in session for two weeks but I found myself there three days a week helping out. They got unexpectedly short-staffed in several places right before the school bell rang for the first time, so I was filling in. Because I didn’t have anything else going on in my life. Right.

I was a court reporter and worked hard at my job. But it wasn’t your typical 9-5 desk job. Some days I worked in the courtroom from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon without a break. Some days I worked solely from home, transcribing notes and proofreading the depo. Not very often would you find me in the office of my employer, Swank and Marty, because it simply wasn’t needed and now it was too far to travel. Just three blocks west of Michigan Avenue, when I lived in Chicago I was there much more often, simply because I enjoyed being there and around my co-workers. That changed real quick when I learned one of my office-friends, Brandi, was sleeping with my boyfriend. That put a real damper on the office morale, especially when I learned she moved into the house with him that I cosigned my name to on the mortgage. Yeah. That stung.

After my relationship imploded, I hightailed it out of Chicago and to Oamark Park, to be closer to my mom. Since my dad died three years prior and I was their sole offspring, I often wanted to be closer to her. It was only about an hour drive from here to Chicago and I came back nearly every weekend to be by her or bring her into Chicago, but it was different being just minutes away from each other now. And being that I was at her school so much, we saw each other on nearly a daily basis. I wasn’t complaining because I loved my mom and our relationship was fantastic. I just didn’t . . . expect life to turn out this way.

It was all planned out. I had been with Deacon Moore for three years. We were in love. We met through mutual friends at a birthday party one night and had our first date just days later at Portillo’s. He was everything to me. My best friend. My biggest supporter. He gave me shoulder rubs when I was hunched over my steno machine all day and night. He brought me foot-long sandwiches when I was in the courtroom and only given a ten-minute lunch break. He eventually started working in my office, which I loved. He came home with me and charmed my mother. I thought a proposal was coming anytime. We bought a house together. It was my own version of a fairy tale.

Until it all came crashing down. Turned out the perfect Deacon wasn’t quite as perfect as I thought he was. He had been seeing Brandi on the side for nearly eight months. Eight months. We signed the mortgage papers as he was sleeping with another woman. How . . . how could someone do that to a person? And why? Why make me waste so much time and money and energy when he didn’t even want to be with me? What was the point?

Though money was never really much of a concern for me—Dad had a good life insurance policy and court reporters made a better-than-decent salary—but Deacon was still slowly draining my finances. I paid for the home inspection, the realtor fees, the upfront taxes. I paid the loan payments on the new car “we” purchased together but only Deacon still drove. Deacon and Brandi had missed three mortgage payments and the bank called me to get that paid because my name was still on the mortgage. All that nonsense has led us to court, which means . . . more money being drained out of my account. I couldn’t believe I made such a mistake. That I was so easily fooled. That I was betrayed by my lover, my best friend. Betrayed by a co-worker and someone who I was at least friendly with, if not real friends. And the fact that it totally upended my life was just the cherry on top.

I went from thinking a marriage proposal was on the way, moving into a beautiful home, bringing a new puppy into our lives to living in a small cramped apartment with my finances in jeopardy. Suing my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend to try to gain back some of the money that I spent paying their freaking mortgage. It just wasn’t fair.

I pulled up to the school and parked in the employee parking lot. Walking in, my thoughts were still on how my life turned so quickly. What did I do to deserve such deceit? I was the good girl, the good person. I had morals and always tried doing the right thing. Karma scared the crap out of me. I was the dependable, reliable one. How was this fair, karma? Huh? It wasn’t. It just simply wasn’t. And that infuriated me. What was the point of always making the right choices if this is what I got in the end?

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MeetTheAuthor
 
Samantha March is an author, editor, publisher, blogger, and all around book lover. She runs the popular book/women’s lifestyle blog ChickLitPlus, which keeps her bookshelf stocked with the latest reads and up to date on all things beauty, fashion and fitness. In 2011 she launched her independent publishing company Marching Ink and has five published novels – Destined to Fail, The Green Ticket, A
Questionable Friendship, Up To I Do and Defining Her, and one holiday novella, The Christmas Surprise. You can also find her on Youtube sharing beauty reviews and creating makeup tutorials. When she isn’t reading, writing, or vlogging, you can find her cheering for the Green Bay Packers and Chicago Cubs. Samantha lives in Iowa with her husband and Vizsla puppy.
 

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