#BlogTour #Giveaway – FAMOUS IN A SMALL TOWN by Kristina Knight


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Book Tour Grand Finale for
Famous in a Small Town
By Kristina Knight

We hope you enjoyed the tour! If you missed any of the stops, go back and check them out…

Launch – Note from the Author

We are taking 10% of the proceeds from the Slippery Rock series to provide Sweet Cases from TogetherWeRise to foster children in our area. In ‘Famous’, Savannah was a foster child who was adopted at the age of 7 by the Walters family; she was dirty, had ill-fitting clothes and nothing else. The trauma in her early life causes her to act out, even into her adult years…right up until the moment she decides to come home. The trauma she faced in the book is so similar to the trauma that foster children face every day, all over the United States.

Becky on Books – Review

“Such a good read!

It takes a while to figure out what exactly Savannah’s deal is–which is a bit frustrating at first, but once we have the whole story? It finally makes sense, and from that point on–all the feels.”

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium – Home Is Where the Heart Is

Home is where the heart is. I’ve seen about a million samplers, pillows, cross-stitch pieces, coffee mugs, mousepads…you name it, I’ve probably seen that phrase on it. I’ve always loved that phrase, but not because it brings up memories of the house where I grew up.

Because it brings up memories of my best friend and I cruising around our small town on Friday nights, just looking for something to do.

Falling Leaves – Excerpt

Before she could talk herself out of it, Savannah marched back into the barn and knocked on the door. No answer. Just like a man to not be around when a woman wanted him to see how not-hung-up-on-him she was.

Probably for the best, anyway. Chances were she’d say something she would regret later. Or find it impossible to not kiss him again.

It’s All About the Romance – Love & Scandal

The thing is, I don’t think there is anything wrong with enjoying a little taste of the glamorous life – I mean, when do we as normal people have the chance to wear designer gowns or vacation in a private villa on a private island? That’s what these magazines bring to the table, along with a juicy scandal – because, let’s face it, knowing that Bob in Accounting bites his nails isn’t that big a secret. . .but knowing that our favorite celebrity does the same thing? It makes them a little more human. A little more like us – warts and all!

Sylv.net – Excerpt

“And watching apple trees grow is hard work?” Savannah knew there was more to Collin’s family orchard than watching trees grow, but she couldn’t just stand there while he insulted her car. She might know it was decrepit, but allowing someone to disparage it just felt wrong. They’d been down a lot of roads together.

Christian Suspense Author Mary Alford – Review

“If you love a good small town romance, then this one’s for you. Even though there are some adult situations in the book, I would recommend reading it with a box of tissues. You won’t be disappointed.”

Brooke Blogs – Collin’s Tips for Dating a Country Singer

(From Collin’s POV) Dating a country singer is work, guys. Not as hard as, say, picking an orchard full of apples on a 90-degree day, but work all the same. These women are self-centered, high maintenance. . . and worth every second. So, if you’ve got the chance to date a Nashville beauty? Take it – but keep in mind, the road is going to be bumpy.

underneath the covers – Excerpt

Collin drew his hand away from Savannah’s. “That isn’t a good idea.”

She tilted her head to the left and widened her eyes a little, but he knew she wasn’t confused. “Why not?”

Because the last thing he wanted to do with Savannah Walters was dance. An image of their bodies moving in time to some beat he couldn’t place formed in his mind. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the last thing he wanted.

Hearts & Scribbles – Savannah’s Tips for Dealing with Scandal

(from Savannah’s POV) I’m not sure when y’all last did something. . .well, bad. The last time I did – last week. And we won’t go into the gory details (you’ll read all about them in my book, anyway). I’ll just say this: scandal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Scandal hurts, not just me, but it could hurt my family. It could even hurt a person I don’t like all that much (my former tour-mate, Genevieve). How do I deal?

Author Kimber Li – Excerpt

Savannah chuckled. “Sounds like some of the stuff you guys did back in high school.” Pranks and raids she’d never been invited into, not that she was bitter. Even if Levi had asked, she would never have gone.

“Totally different.”

“Because you were boys and she’s a girl?”

Booklove – Review

“Utterly romantic, swoon-worthy and lovely with amazing characters, intriguing and captivating plot and a knack for engaging the reader. I loved it and would recommend it to everyone.”

Nicole’s Book Musings – Then vs Now: When Savannah fell for Collin

Savannah Walters can’t remember a time when she didn’t love Collin Tyler – of course, she doesn’t think of it as love in the beginning. She first ‘met’ Collin when her brother, Levi, brought Collin home after school. She was nine years old, and had been living with the Walters family for two years. To that point, Levi had been ‘hers’ – her friend, her confidant (although she didn’t share any of her past with him), her brother. Once Collin came to Walters Ranch, though, Levi was no longer Savannah’s.

Granny Loves to Read – Review

“Good read. Liked the characters and story flow. Entertaining and fun to read.”

Thoughts of a Blonde – Review

“A sweet story of finding a sense of belonging even when life doesn’t go the way you want. The characters are enjoyable and carry the story to a happy fruition. A little slow in places, but overall a deep and meaningful read!”

Don’t forget to enter the giveaway below, if you haven’t already…

Famous in a Small Town
(Slippery Rock #1)
Kristina Knight
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 306 pages
May 1st 2017 by Harlequin Superromance

Lifestyles of the small-town famous

Forced to leave Nashville after a scandal, Savannah Walters has come home to Slippery Rock, Missouri, with a bruised ego and her singing career in jeopardy. As if that isn’t humiliating enough, on her way into town she’s rescued by her swoon-worthy childhood crush, Collin Tyler.

His hands are full running the family orchard and dealing with his delinquent teen sister, so Collin doesn’t need to get involved with someone as fiery and unpredictable as Savannah. But the intense attraction between them can’t be denied. And when disaster strikes, they’ll both be surprised by who’s still standing when the dust settles.

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Tour Schedule

May 14th:
Becky on Books
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium
Falling Leaves
May 15th:
It’s All About the Romance
Christian Suspense Author Mary ALford
May 16th:
Brooke Blogs
underneath the covers
Hearts & Scribbles
May 17th:
Author Kimber Li
Nicole’s Book Musings
May 18th:
Granny Loves to Read
Deal Sharing Aunt
Thoughts of a Blonde
May 19th: Grand Finale

About the Author

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police–no, she wasn’t a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer’s capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she’s living her own happily ever after.

Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!


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And coming July 2017, also in the Slippery Rock series…

Tour Giveaway

1 winner will receive a Prize Pack with a signed copy of FIRST LOVE AGAIN, swag and other fun items
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#BlogTour #Giveaway – THE FIREMAN’S SON by Tara Taylor Quinn

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Book Tour Grand Finale for
By Tara Taylor Quinn

We hope you enjoyed the tour and getting a look at this author’s 80th release with Harlequin! If you missed any of the stops, go check them out…

Launch – Note from the Author

The Fireman’s Son is a story particularly close to my heart. I can tell you from firsthand knowledge that women suffer as Faye did more often than you’d ever expect. I can also say, unequivocally, that with love, kindness, and the right man, women like Faye do find pure joy again. Abuse is horrible. But that doesn’t mean the other side of abuse has to be. The world is filled with survivors. Women who know and value their strengths. Who reach out to other women who’ve been where they’ve been and are struggling to get where they are. Women who care.

Please, come on in to The Lemonade Stand. Join us. As a collective group, we’re going to make the world a beautiful, safe place. One heart at a time.

underneath the covers – Excerpt


REESE BRISTOW WOULD not normally race to the scene of a small fire on the beach in the middle of the night. He was the newly appointed Santa Raquel Fire Chief. One truck of junior firefighters could handle the call half asleep.

Still, there he was, in jeans and a T-shirt, racing up the beach behind men in full gear carrying hoses he hoped they wouldn’t need to use.

deal sharing aunt – Guest Post

In The Fireman’s Son, one particular part came from a very particular place. Faye Walker is a paramedic. I’ve never been a paramedic. I couldn’t just become one. So I married one. Ha, ha, not really. I mean, I really did marry one, but not to write Faye’s story.

Thoughts of a Blonde – Review

“Emotionally raw and gut wrenching! You feel sorry for the child for what he’s been through, and as secrets and questions unravel, you find yourself feeling so sad that such little things caused such a monumental life change for all of them. Really connectible characters who we hope can find the peace they all need.”

Brooke Blogs – Guest Post

Love is the most powerful force. I’ve always known this. I believe it still. Love will be the final victor – no matter what. It’s the best part of us. The deepest and strongest part of us. If we could all just let love work its magic, trust that which we can’t see, and be able to mute the world’s interferences and cerebral messages, mute the greed and jealousy and insecurities, love would deliver us to the happiness we all crave.

EskieMama & Dragon Lady Reads – Review

“This story was far by more the most intriguing story I have read, it deals with so much of what is going on in our society then normaly does in a book.Reese Bristow is in a conundrum now, the woman who broke his heart in college is now back and is his new EMT. There are more surprises in the book that, leave you speculating how this will unfold…”

Nicole’s Book Musings – Guest Post

Faye and Reese have to stay in shape to do their jobs. They have to pass physical fitness tests. And when they’re at the station, on call, they can’t get what they need by skating around the trucks. With them, I had to go back to the treadmill, the weights – the dreaded gym. It’s at the firehouse. So…I did what I had to do…I mentioned that they went there – and I left them at the door – skating off and coming back to get them when we were both done. That’s why you won’t find any scenes in this book written inside that gym. I apologize ahead of time…

Angels with Attitude Book Reviews – Excerpt


“I thought you’d at least call,” she was saying. Making no sense at all. “I wouldn’t take the job until Brandt assured me that you’d seen my file and approved the employment…”

Last he’d heard, Faye Browning had been in her second year of a four-year nursing program at UC Berkeley.

He’d been at Southern Cal in LA.

“You did know, didn’t you?” Her voice trailed off.

His horror must have been showing.

Celticlady’s Reviews – Guest Post

We just passed tax time and my preparer once told me, everything in my life is deductible because it all goes into my books. She reads my books. And while I don’t deduct even close to ‘everything’, her statement stuck with me because she’s right. My life goes into my books.

Becky on Books – Review

“All three of the main characters here–Faye, Reese, and Elliott, Faye’s eight-year-old son–have been through so much before the story even begins. Watching them deal with the implications of the past, not to mention the new tension and drama that their present brings them, makes for a truly engrossing read. I literally couldn’t put this one down until I’d seen them get to their HEA!”

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Book Excerpt – CHAPTER ONE, Part 3

SO…THAT WENT WELL. Faye’s sarcasm rang loud and clear in her mind as she trekked across the beach with her brand-new coworkers.

She was on a mission. Had a very clear plan. She’d considered every step in-depth prior to implementation. She’d allowed for every eventuality. Taken measures to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Kindle and Me – Review

“This story just breaks my heart! And I wanted a happily ever after for all of them! If you like real stories of families with abuse issues and children of those abused, shelters, fires, firemen, great counselors, second chances then this might be for you!”

Book Lover in Florida – Guest Post

In The Fireman’s Son, in a particularly difficult scene, Reese can’t take Faye inside. He has to head out to his own little paradise in his backyard. His piece of nature includes the beach and the ocean, but the physical effects to him are the same. It could be that as the author of the book, I took him out there because it was where I’d need to be. One could be a practical thinker and insist that that was the case. One might even be right. I don’t believe it, though. I think that nature is a natural healer, purposely there for all of us to draw upon.

Harlie’s Books – Review

“Overall, Ms. Quinn tackles a hard subject and hits it head on. She doesn’t sugarcoat it with her characters but let’s her characters speak for themselves. This series is fast becoming one of my all time favorites. Her stories in this series just keep getting better and better. I can’t wait to see in future books how Elliot is doing and how the Lemonade Stand is and the characters that surround it. Bravo, Ms. Quinn. You did it again.”

Don’t forget to enter the giveaways below, if you haven’t already…

Her Secret Life
(Where Secrets Are Safe #11)
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Contemporary Romance
Mass Market Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
May 1st 2017 by Harlequin Superromance

Secrets are burning out of control

After she broke his heart in college, Faye Walker is the last person fire chief Reese Bristow ever expected to see again, especially as his new EMT. But that’s not Reese’s only surprise. Faye has an eight-year-old son, Elliott, whose counseling at The Lemonade Stand shelter is her first priority.

It’s nearly impossible to accept that she had a child with another man—and married that man—right after their breakup. Trusting Faye won’t be easy. Especially when she reveals a secret about the boy that might tear them apart for good.

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(Books released as of March 2017. Each can be read as a standalone.)

About the Author

The author of more than 70 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. A 2015 RITA finalist Tara appears frequently on bestseller lists, including #1 placement on Amazon lists, and multiple showings on the Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller list. She has appeared on national and local TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning.

Tara is a supporter of the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.


Domestic Violence Shelter Drive

As Tara supports speaking out against domestic violence and supporting those who have been abused, both through her books and in her community, she would love for you to join her in donating items to a shelter in your area. Find out more here.

Tour Giveaways

1 winner will receive ebooks of Where Secrets are Safe series books 1 – 13 (open internationally)
1 winner (per the four tour segments) will receive a $10 Amazon eGift Card (open internationally)

1 winner will receive 25,000 Harelquin My Rewards Points, equivalent to 5 books (US and CAN only)
1 winner will receive 5,000 Harelquin My Rewards Points, equivalent to 1 book (US and CAN only)

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – THE FIREMAN’S SON by Tara Taylor Quinn

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The Fireman’s Son
(Where Secrets Are Safe #11)
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Contemporary Romance
Mass Market Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
May 1st 2017 by Harlequin Superromance

Secrets are burning out of control

After she broke his heart in college, Faye Walker is the last person fire chief Reese Bristow ever expected to see again, especially as his new EMT. But that’s not Reese’s only surprise. Faye has an eight-year-old son, Elliott, whose counseling at The Lemonade Stand shelter is her first priority.

It’s nearly impossible to accept that she had a child with another man—and married that man—right after their breakup. Trusting Faye won’t be easy. Especially when she reveals a secret about the boy that might tear them apart for good.

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I’ve recently realized that I write a lot of gazebo/outdoor garden scenes in my books. I don’t consciously do so – but I’m not surprised, either. Like the characters who live and breathe within me, and through me, I find that there are times when I need to get out. To be surrounded by nature’s beauty, and be reminded that there are powers stronger than the evil in the world – sources that breed the ability for new life to grow, for fragile things to exist. I am filled with peace when the scent of flowers reaches me, when I inhale them and physically share in their existence, taking their beauty within me.

It’s no wonder, then, that most days, in the course of my work, I head outside to the little garden oasis my husband and I created in our yard. I planted Rose bushes, and stop to smell them every single time I pass anytime one is in bloom. The bougainvillea and lantana were chosen for their vibrant colors and because they bloom all year here in Arizona. The fruit trees are obvious – their bear succulent fruit that we eat. And on it goes…

In The Fireman’s Son, in a particularly difficult scene, Reese can’t take Faye inside. He has to head out to his own little paradise in his backyard. His piece of nature includes the beach and the ocean, but the physical effects to him are the same. It could be that as the author of the book, I took him out there because it was where I’d need to be. One could be a practical thinker and insist that that was the case. One might even be right. I don’t believe it, though. I think that nature is a natural healer, purposely there for all of us to draw upon. I think nature’s ability to calm us, to give us strength and peace, is no mistake. It’s a purposeful part of the overall plan of life. And I think Reese is a pretty smart guy to be willing to avail himself of this great gift! I hope you’ll pick up his story and see what you think.

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Other Books in the Where Secrets Are Safe Series
(Books released as of March 2017. Each can be read as a standalone.)


About the Author

The author of more than 70 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. A 2015 RITA finalist Tara appears frequently on bestseller lists, including #1 placement on Amazon lists, and multiple showings on the Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller list. She has appeared on national and local TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning.

Tara is a supporter of the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.


Tour Schedule

May 6th: Launch
May 7th:
underneath the covers
deal sharing aunt
May 8th:
Thoughts of a Blonde
Brooke Blogs
EskieMama & Dragon Lady Reads
May 9th:
Nicole’s Book Musings
Angels with Attitude Book Reviews
May 10th:
Celticlady’s Reviews
Becky on Books
beck valley books
May 11th:
Superromance Facebook Party, 7 PM EDT/4 PM PDT
Kindle and Me
Book Lover in Florida
Harlie’s Books
May 12th:
Harlequin Junkie
May 13th: Grand Finale

Domestic Violence Shelter Drive

As Tara supports speaking out against domestic violence and supporting those who have been abused, both through her books and in her community, she would love for you to join her in donating items to a shelter in your area. Find out more here.

Tour Giveaways

1 winner will receive ebooks of Where Secrets are Safe series books 1 – 13 (open internationally)
1 winner (per the four tour segments) will receive a $10 Amazon eGift Card (open internationally)

1 winner will receive 25,000 Harelquin My Rewards Points, equivalent to 5 books (US and CAN only)
1 winner will receive 5,000 Harelquin My Rewards Points, equivalent to 1 book (US and CAN only)

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#BlogTour #Giveawy – SWEET TEA TUESDAYS by Ashley Farley

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Book Tour Grand Finale for
Sweet Tea Tuesdays
By Ashley Farley

We hope you enjoyed the tour! If you missed any of the stops, go back and check them out…

Launch – Note from the Author

As these three women share their lives—their past sorrows and fears of an uncertain future—readers will shed more than one tear. Sweet Tea Tuesdays introduces many topics of discussion for book clubs through themes of friendship, parenting, trust, infidelity, and death.

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium – Excerpt

No, Midge! She turned her back on her bed. You need to enjoy tonight. You finally have a date to the ball. She went to the window and peeked through the blinds. Night after night for most of her adult life, she’d watched Georgia and Lula leave for social engagements. Georgia to her charity functions and dinners with her husband’s doctor friends and their wives, and Lula to neighborhood gatherings that Midge was never invited to. The other wives stopped including her in their backyard barbecues and holiday cocktail parties after her divorce. She was the pariah, the woman no one wanted to associate with for fear their husbands might be tempted by the attractive young divorcée.

Nicole’s Book Musings – Excerpt

As a child, Lizbet had worshipped her mother and her older sister. They were the center of her universe—the sun and the moon. Her father was a star, serving little purpose except to brighten her nights when he came home from work. Lula, Brooke, and Lizbet went everywhere together.

Hearts & Scribbles – Excerpt

Where in the world was her address book? She hopped up out of her chair, took a step, and then leaned against the table when the room began to spin. Spots appeared before her eyes and her skin felt clammy despite the heat. She was groping for the chair to sit back down when everything suddenly went black.

Deal Sharing Aunt – Interview

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books? I don’t have a simple answer to this question. I’m inspired by many different things—places, people, relationships. I create a character, toss them into a situation, and let them show me the way. I never know how a book will end when I write the first chapter.

It’s All About the Romance – Excerpt

Standing at her kitchen window, Georgia watched Lula and her precious daughter poke around in the garden. Her own sons rarely came home for a visit. She had to travel to Boston in order to see them. During her last trip over Thanksgiving, they had bounced her back and forth like a basketball. Both had followed in their father’s footsteps. Richard was a cardiologist and Martin a resident at Mass General. Neither had time for her and made it apparent her presence was a hindrance.

Rainy Day Reviews – Spotlight

Falling Leaves – Excerpt

As the elevator doors closed on her clients, whisking them away to the fourth floor, the doors on the elevator to her right parted to reveal a middle-aged man and a much younger woman locked in a passionate embrace, mouths pressed together and arms groping at one another. As though sensing an audience, the couple separated and stepped out of the elevator. Midge recognized the man as Lang Murdaugh, but the woman was definitely not his wife.

Brooke Blogs – Excerpt

That went well, Georgia thought to herself as she turned off the oven and sank down to the nearest stool at the island. She should’ve texted him about dinner. He led a busy life. His job didn’t end when he left the operating room. He was responsible for his patients’ recovery as well. They counted on him to adjust their meds, order any necessary tests, and release them from the hospital when they were well enough to go home. She shouldn’t expect him to drop everything because she wanted to have a discussion about their plans for the Fourth of July.

Cinnamon Cindy’s Book Blog – Excerpt

Lula heard her cell phone ringing in a distant part of the house. She froze, listening. But her oldest daughter had already hung up by the time Lula located the phone wedged between the sofa cushions. Brooke knew better than to call her on her cell phone. Lula despised modern technology. She preferred paperback copies over e-books. She wanted her mail delivered by the mailman. And she would rather read a road map than listen to an automated voice on a GPS instructing her where to go.

Sylv.net – Excerpt

Midge had a physical advantage over most women their age. She’d never carried an eight-pound baby to term or nursed it for six months afterward. Even though Georgia aspired to have a toned figure like Midge’s, she didn’t envy her friend her inability to have children.

Rockin’ Book Reviews – Excerpt

They’d spent so much time together in those years they knew everything there was to know about one another. But now that their lives were so busy and independent of one another, most Tuesdays they all had tidbits of news or gossip to share.

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Sweet Tea Tuesdays
Ashley Farley
Women’s Fiction
Paperback & ebook, 306 pages
May 3rd 2017

Three friends met every Tuesday for twenty-six years. And then they stopped.

From the author of the bestselling Sweeney Sisters Series comes a novel of friendship, family and hope….

When new next-door neighbors Georgia, Midge, and Lula first assembled on Georgia’s porch in Charleston for sweet tea, they couldn’t have known their gathering was the beginning of a treasured tradition. For twenty-six years they have met on Tuesdays at four o’clock, watching the seasons change and their children grow up, supporting each other in good times and in bad. With their ambitions as different as their personalities, these best friends anticipate many more years of tea time. And then, one Tuesday, Georgia shares news that brings their long-standing social hour to an abrupt halt. And that’s only the beginning as unraveling secrets threaten to alter their friendship forever.

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Tour Schedule

May 2nd: The Silver Dagger Scriptorium & Nicole’s Book Musings
May 3rd: Hearts & Scribbles & Deal Sharing Aunt
May 4th: It’s All About the Romance, Rainy Day Reviews & Falling Leaves
May 5th: Brooke Blogs & Cinnamon Cindy’s Book Blog
May 7th: Sylv.net & Rockin’ Book Reviews
May 8th: Grand Finale

About the Author

Ashley Farley is the author of the bestselling series, the Sweeney Sisters Series. Ashley writes books about women for women. Her characters are mothers, daughters, sisters, and wives facing real-life issues. Her goal is to keep you turning the pages until the wee hours of the morning. If her story stays with you long after you’ve read the last word, then she’s done her job.

After her brother died in 1999 of an accidental overdose, she turned to writing as a way of releasing her pent-up emotions. She wrote SAVING BEN in honor of Neal, the boy she worshiped, the man she could not save.

Ashley is a wife and mother of two college-aged children. She grew up in the salty marshes of South Carolina, but now lives in Richmond, Virginia, a city she loves for its history and traditions.

Ashley loves to hear from her readers. Feel free to visit her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ashleywfarley or twitter.com/ashleywfarley.


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#BlogTour #Giveaway – SEARCHING FOR SARAH by Julieann Dove

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Searching for Sarah
(The Sarah Series #1)
Julieann Dove
Adult Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 333 pages
April 27th 2017

The first in a three book series called Searching for Sarah. Come meet Sarah and begin her journey….

Sarah Keller is convinced that her Mr. Right is stuck in traffic…in another country…on another planet. ‘Thirty-one and still single’ isn’t how she wants to be introduced by her dad. That’s why she’s on five dating websites, posing as anything from an avid gardener to a crazed thrill seeker.

Sam Turner is a single dad, workaholic, who owns his own company. Long-term relationships have never worked out for him. That’s why he needs a nanny.

When a mutual friend suggests Sarah take the job temporarily, everything changes for them both. Sarah begins falling for the man who meets almost none of her online criteria. And when strange things start happening—things that jeopardize the safety of Sarah, Sam is the last person she would imagine is hiding something.


Pretty Woman. That’s the movie that kept running through my head the entire time I spent looking around my room. And during the private plane ride to the city. And when the town car came and picked us up and drove us to the Waldorf Astoria. It was a modern-day fairy tale experience. Sam knocked out his business obligation and said he’d pick Sophie and me up at five for dinner. Afterward we’d go to the play.

Dinner was the best I’ve ever eaten: lobster swimming in a light butter sauce, bright green asparagus flanking the outer edge of the plate, and a cobbler for dessert that made me look at peaches in a whole new light. I had to double wrap Sophie’s chest with linen napkins, so the ice cream sundae she ordered with double chocolate wouldn’t drip on her party gown.

“Sam, my cheeks hurt from all the smiling I’ve done tonight.”

He walked on the other side of Sophie, exuding his manly smell and making my eyes feel easy like Sunday morning. Another chance to see him in a tux. He forgot to pack one, so the concierge had one sent up to his room. White tie this time. It time-warped me to that night we danced. And then the rain. How good it felt twirling with him in the driveway.

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” He looked down and smiled at his daughter. I was jealous she got to hold his hand.

We sat in the front row at the play. Every time I broke trance from the actors, their songs, and their magnificent costumes, I’d look over at Sam. Of course, I’d act as though I was looking aimlessly, but it was he who held my attention. He’d been a perfect gentleman—holding doors, pulling out chairs, and remarking I looked pretty. I never felt so alone and detached. But it wasn’t as though he was doing it to punish me; I knew he was giving me space. But, he looked just as alone as I felt.

“Boy, that was one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen.” I helped Sophie up from her chair. Despite her enthusiasm, she fell asleep three quarters way through.

“Here, I’ll carry her.” Sam hoisted the little girl onto his shoulder. He held out his arm for me to go ahead of him.

We got in the waiting car and rode back to the hotel. “So it was good, wasn’t it? I liked when Mary Poppins flew through the air. I wonder if she was scared of falling?”

Sam adjusted Sophie’s head hanging on his arm. “That would’ve certainly scared me. But she did it with such style and grace. Probably practiced it a million times.”

He looked out the window.

“You know, no matter how many times I’ve put myself out there and gotten rejected, I’m still scared of falling.” I stared out my window and continued to talk. “I used to put all myself into each relationship, and the more I did, the harder I fell. So I began reserving myself a little bit more each time I got with someone new. I would hold back the butterflies, try to ignore the heart palpitations. Because it seemed the second I became invested, that was the moment I’d get the text, email, or note on my car windshield.” I wiped my eyes.

About the Author


Julieann Dove lives in Virginia, yet longs to live everywhere else. It doesn’t come as a surprise that along with her gypsy soul, comes an active imagination. That’s why she loves to write and invent worlds and people, so that she can formulate their happily ever after. Hobbies include cooking new recipes, sewing, and spending time with her cute boyfriend/husband and five fabulous children. Vacations happen in Nantucket or the Carolina beaches—anywhere there is inspiration for her next book. One day she hopes to travel to Italy, drive one of those little cars around the countryside, and speak the language fluently!


Other Books by the Author

The Secret He KeepsA Reason to Stay
Waking Amy (Amy, #1)Leaving Amy (Amy, #2)Finding Amy (Amy, #3)

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#BlogTour #Excerpt – CLICK. DATE. REPEAT. AGAIN by K.J. Farnham


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Title: Click. Date. Repeat. Again
Series: Click. Date. Repeat. Series
Author: K.J. Farnham
Release Date: April 19th, 2017
Genre: women’s fiction
Tour Dates: April 19th – 23rd, 2017

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Book Blurb: Never in her wildest dreams would Jess Mason ever imagine herself being a part of the online dating hype. Yet here she is smack-dab in the middle of it all. And she’s dated her fair share of online crazies to be a new connoisseur of all the weirdos out in the cyber world. After a slew of bad dates and pussy (cat that is) pictures, Jess knows that she needs to finally commit to something—or someone. And suddenly there he is, a man she can actually imagine herself with.

But when Jess is faced with an undeniable attraction to a handsome, unavailable co-worker, she’s conflicted about continuing her quest for Mr. Right-At-Her-Fingertips. Now, it’s feast or famine—and she’s not willing to starve. She certainly can’t have both–that wouldn’t be right. After all, that’s the “old Jess.” The new Jess is ready to start clicking with someone special and make a real love connection.

**This book is a spinoff of Click Date Repeat, so it can be read as a standalone.**


Online Dating Profile

Jess – 26

Location: Milwaukee

My Subscription was a Gift

Relationship Status: Never Married

Kids: No

Want kids: Undecided

Ethnicity: White / Caucasian

Body type: Curvy

Height: 5′ 4″

Religion: Non-denominational

Politics: Middle of the Road

Smoke: Social Smoker

Drink: Social Drinker

Pets: Cats

Education: Bachelor’s

Employment: Travel Industry

Income: 20,000-30,000

I’m not really sure what to say here, soooo . . . I like going to the movies, but no thanks to the popcorn. (Is anyone else annoyed when the kernels get stuck in your teeth?) I also like to read. Historical fiction novels are my favorite, and sci-fi is my least favorite. Crossword puzzles, Sudoku, a good game of Scrabble, and wine (any variety) are my favorite pastimes. (Drinking wine is a pastime, right?) I’m not a fan of extreme exercise or all-consuming professional sports. If you’d like to know more, drop me a line!


“Lookin’ good, pretty lady,” I say, bringing my hands to my hips and turning right for a side view in the mirror. It never hurts to give yourself an ego boost, especially when there’s no one around to do it for you.

Mags, my lazy and overweight tabby, looks on from the bed behind me and meows as if I was talking to her. “What’s up, Mags?” I ask, swiveling back for another front view. She silently stares at my reflection, almost like she’s thinking the ten minutes of effort I’ve put into dolling myself up have been a waste of time. I don’t disagree.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I lament as I dip into a front shimmy and dig a hand into my bra cups to give each breast a boost. “Trust me, you’re not the only one who thinks online dating is a bad idea.” She curls into herself for a nap, seemingly satisfied to know we’re on the same page. “But I promised I’d give it a shot, and . . . I’m bored,” I mumble as I turn and reach over Mags to grab my purse off the bed.

When I open the bedroom door, my other furry roommate, Savannah, scurries in, brushing against my jet black pixie capris. She’s white and sheds like crazy.

“Seriously, Savannah?” I groan, rushing over to my dresser where a lint roller is always at the ready.

Checking the clock on my nightstand, I increase my rolling speed. If I don’t head out the door as soon as possible, I might be tempted to change my mind about this impromptu date.

I’m on my way to Tiki Time when my phone vibrates. It’s Chloe, my best friend, and the person who gifted me the three-month subscription to Yahoo! Personals for my birthday. I let the call go to voicemail and listen to her message as soon as I pull into a parking spot.

“Hey! Haven’t talked to you in a few days so I’m just calling to see what’s new. If you call back tonight, just make sure it’s not during Survivor, okay? Oh, and not after ten either . . . So, I guess just try to call sometime between eight and ten. Otherwise, I’ll call you tomorrow. I can’t believe you’re going on your first date! I need to hear all about this guy! Talk to you later. Bye!”

I delete Chloe’s message and chuckle at her excitement over my first date, which she thinks is tomorrow. Heck, when I emailed her about it last night, that’s what I thought too. But then I’d had a message from this new guy, Coordinates Kyle, waiting for me when I logged into my Personals account this afternoon.

Hey there Jess,


Great tagline. I’m curious…who gave you the gift of online dating? I recently moved to Milwaukee from Homewood, Illinois, so in my case, it was my nosey sister Eileen. So who was it for you? Your mom? A co-worker? A best friend who insists you’ll have more luck finding someone worthwhile online than in a sleazy bar? For the record, I have another nosey sister who thinks online dating is just as sleazy as meeting someone in a bar, and she’d much rather I meet a nice girl at church. Eileen swears this works though. She keeps sending me and nosey sister number two articles about the growing popularity of online dating, and I keep telling her popularity doesn’t necessarily guarantee success. Interested in testing the waters with me?




Kyle’s message was a nice change of pace compared to most of the other introductory messages I’ve received over the last two weeks. With the exception of two guys, the rest have been bland variations of one another. Something along the lines of, “I read your profile and you seem like: a nice person/the kind of woman I’m looking for/someone I could get along with.”

One of the first standouts caught my attention with a joke the day after I set up my account. It was actually pretty lame, but his unique approach won me over. We’ve been messaging back and forth ever since.

The other standout’s introductory message focused on his love for being one with nature when he hunts and fishes. Granted, things with hunter guy didn’t make it past two rounds of messages because he took offense to my asking if hunting with a rifle was kind of like cheating compared to using a bow. Touchy-touchy.

My luck getting past the first round of messages with most of the generic guys hasn’t been great. I’ve deleted a few snore-worthy conversations early on, and several guys have abandoned ship without explanation.

Entertained by Kyle’s message, I had clicked to view his profile.

Coordinates Kyle – 25

Location: Milwaukee

J.R.R. Tolkien anyone?


Relationship Status: Single

Kids: No

Want Kids: Yes        

Ethnicity: White / Caucasian

Body type: Average

Height: 6’ 8″

Religion: Spiritual

Politics: Liberal

Smoke: No

Drink: Yes

Pets: No

Education: Bachelor’s

Employment: Professional         

Income: 30,000-40,000

My first thought had been, “Six foot eight? Holy shit!” Then I proceeded to think about the logistics of dating someone that tall. At five foot four, I’d have to crane my neck to look up at him when we talk, and I’d have to stand on my tiptoes to hug or kiss him. And what if we had sex?

I decided that could be interesting, so I messaged him back.

Hey Kyle,


Thanks for the message. My tagline is a result of having a best friend who would probably get along great with your sister Eileen. Since online dating worked for her, she thinks everyone who’s single should give it a go.

Testing the waters together sounds like a plan. But I do have a pressing question first . . . Why is your screen name Coordinates Kyle?



Between loads of laundry and cleaning up around my apartment, we exchanged nearly a dozen messages apiece this afternoon. In the first message, Kyle revealed that he’s a mapmaker, hence his catchy screen name. After we cleared that up, the rest of our online conversation was a long string of questions and answers back and forth. Nothing too personal though. No ex talk, no deep dark secrets, and nothing about fetishes or kinky sexual fantasies (such as getting it on with someone who’s over a foot taller than you). Instead, we shared other basics like where we grew up, favorite food/color/movie/type of music, etc. I was enjoying the virtual conversation enough that the online-dating skeptic in me faded into my subconscious—for a little while anyway. Then, as I ate tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, Coordinates Kyle messaged to see if I was up for a fufu drink.

“A fufu drink?” I replied.

“Yeah, you know, one of those drinks that looks all pretty and innocent but if you aren’t careful it’ll leave you passed out on the bathroom floor with your pants down?”

Actually . . . ahem . . . I’m quite familiar. Been there, done that.

“Tonight? Well, okay, sure . . . why not? You talked me into it. Why keep conversing via a computer screen and keyboard? Where did you have in mind?”

So here I am, two hours later, half a block down from Tiki Time, a cozy bar that specializes in ice cream drinks and exotic cocktails. Oddly placed, it’s located in a residential neighborhood on Milwaukee’s southeast side and nestled between single family homes. If it weren’t for the neon multicolored martini glass in the front window, passersby would never guess it’s a dimly lit, vintage cocktail lounge. Most women probably would have declined to meet someone for the first time in such an intimate setting, but Coordinate Kyle’s reason for choosing it seems totally legit. He’d recently seen an article in Milwaukee Magazine that listed Tiki Time as having one of the city’s most unique drink menus. Plus, I’m a sucker for liquored-up ice cream drinks.

As I make my way to the entrance, I laugh at the thought of how anxious Chloe was when she started online dating and met people for the first time. I think it was because the optimist in her thought there was a chance each guy could have turned out to be “the one.” I, on the other hand, don’t feel the slightest bit nervous. Instead, my mouth is simply salivating at the thought of the Vanilla Winter Russian I plan to order.

While I wait in line to speak with the hostess, I scan the foyer and bar area for Coordinates Kyle. At six foot eight, he should be easy to spot. While looking for him, my eyes adjust to Tiki Time’s hazy reddish glow. Not only are the floor and walls red, but the bar is also lined with fuzzy red fabric reminiscent of Muppet fur. Judging by the décor, you’d never suspect the brilliance of their drink menu.

I step forward as the people in front of me are led away by a server.

“Good evening. How many in your group tonight?” the mild mannered blonde hostess asks as she repositions black glasses atop her nose. They’re the kind of glasses people tend to wear as an accessory versus necessity. Her name tag says CORA.

“Just two. Me and . . .” I quickly scan the immediate area again. “I’m actually meeting a guy I met online.”

She smiles broadly and squeals, “How exciting!”

“Yeah, I guess,” I say, chuckling. “We just started messaging back and forth this afternoon, so hopefully he doesn’t turn out to be a closet whack job. Although, I’m sure the odds of that are probably pretty high, right? I mean, considering the type of people who are lurking about online.” I say lurking with little air quotes, laughing, but my laughter stops abruptly when I realize she’s no longer smiling.

“I met my fiancé online,” she says icily, raising her chin a tad.

Whoops. Once again, I’ve managed to offend a more sensitive soul by putting my foot in my mouth. I’m pretty used to it by this point in my life.

I give Cora a small apologetic shrug. “Well, I’m obviously not saying you or your boyfriend are whack jobs. Just that—”

“There’s no wait at this time. Would you like to be seated now or when your date arrives?” She cuts me off, her voice and demeanor aloof.

“I’ll wait,” I say, doing my best to stifle a grin. I can’t help but find it funny that she’s so offended. Chloe’s online dating statistics alone are proof that one in three matches are loony tunes, but I was mostly just trying to be funny. Chill out, lady.

I step aside to make way for the group of people behind me, and head to the end of the bar next to the window displaying the neon martini glass sign. No sooner do I lean against a wall when a noticeably tall man ducks through the entryway. I can’t see his face clearly due to the distance and the dim lighting, but what are the odds of another guy as tall as Kyle showing up at Tiki Time tonight? He looks around as the group in front of him starts following a server to their table and a path to the hostess clears.

“Coordinates Kyle?” I say, peeking over at Cora to see if she’s watching us. She is, of course, as she rapidly taps the cap of the pen she’s holding against the podium in front of her.

Kyle is all smiles when he looks down at me and extends a hand. “Jess. Awesome to meet you. Oh, and you can just call me Kyle.”

“Are you sure? I think Coordinates Kyle has a nice ring to it.”

I loosen my grip on his hand, expecting to pull back, but he maintains a light hold and says, “Yeah? Then by all means, feel free to keep calling me that.” His bright toothy grin returns, and he finally releases my hand.

I wonder if his teeth are really as white as they look or if it’s because of the dim lighting or his dark hair and olive complexion. Maybe a combination of the two?

“Are you ready to be seated?” Cora interrupts. I glance at Coordinates Kyle to see if he notices the glare she’s giving me. Judging by the way his smile has migrated over to her, I’m guessing he hasn’t.

“That would be great. Thanks,” he responds.

“So. You two met online,” Cora says. It’s a statement not a question.

“How’d you guess?” Kyle glances at me with a look of surprise.

Cora shrugs. “Oh, you know. A lot of couples come here on first dates. And lately, a lot of them have met through dating sites.”

“So, any guess as to whether this date will go smoothly or not? You know, since you witness couples like us so often?” He grins at me sideways. I grin back before both of our gazes migrate to Cora.

She stares at me, blinking a few times, before returning her attention to Kyle. “I’d limit my alcohol intake if I was you. She has quite the whack job vibe going on.”

Kyle laughs until he notices Cora’s deadpan expression. “Wait, are you serious?”

Cora ignores him as she hands two menus to the server who’s just arrived at her side. “Right this way,” the petite brunette says loudly above the voices of the people who’ve arrived behind us. Resisting the urge to even look at Cora, I follow the server, tugging gently on Coordinates Kyle’s sleeve to make sure he follows too.

Seconds later, Kyle and I are scooting into a cozy arc-shaped booth next to the bathrooms. Our server places menus on the table in front of us. “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide,” she says as she retrieves a pen and order pad from her apron before scurrying off to a table across the room.

“I can’t believe the hostess said that!” Kyle’s expression is two parts concerned and one part amused. I like the combination. It tells me he’s probably a compassionate, non-confrontational guy.

“Actually, I might have unintentionally offended her before you arrived,” I say raising an eyebrow.

He nods slowly and smirks. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

So I tell Coordinates Kyle about the ridiculous reason for the hostess’ rude comment, and we have a good laugh over it. Then we discuss how it wasn’t the least bit rude of me to call most online daters whack jobs, yet it was definitely rude of her to call me the exact same thing. The discussion makes me feel a certain sense of camaraderie with him.

Every time someone goes in or out of the bathroom, our faces are illuminated by the glow of fluorescent lighting. This allows me to get a good look at Kyle, and I like what I see. He’s the perfect example of tall, dark and handsome. Plus, he has the sexiest dimple on his left cheek, and a laid back demeanor that complements my own.

By the time our drinks arrive, we’ve moved on to discussing details about his job as a cartographer and mine as a flight attendant. Then when our next drink (a fish bowl drink for two) arrives, we move on to talking about old TV shows we used to watch when we were kids. I have no idea what led us to the topic, but to me, it’s evidence that the date is going well. After all, “Different Strokes” was a favorite of his too, and his Arnold impression is spot-on. Whatchoo talkin’ ‘bout Willis?

By the time we’re about halfway through our fishbowl, our conversation takes a more serious turn. Kyle begins telling me about his most recent relationship, which ended a few months ago when he decided to move to Milwaukee for his current job. Apparently, he was blindsided by the abrupt breakup.

“So you dated exclusively for a year, and she broke up with you just like that?” I ask.

“Just like that,” Kyle responds with a nod as he rolls up a sleeve of his navy and lime green checkered button down shirt. I can’t remember the body type he listed on his profile, but his forearm is nice and toned. It makes me wonder what the rest of his body looks like.

“She didn’t even entertain the thought of getting a teaching job in Milwaukee and moving with you?”

He shakes his head and begins rolling up his other sleeve. “Nope.”

“No mention of trying the long distance thing or waiting to see if you could eventually find a job closer to Homewood? Homewood isn’t even that far from here.” I’m being more nosey than usual, but something seems off about this break up. Not with Kyle, but with this ex of his. I can’t help but wonder if she was looking for a reason to end things with him.

Kyle finishes the sip he’s taking from our rum-laden fishbowl and shakes his head again. “She just said it was the perfect opportunity for us to take a break.” I sigh with a heavy heart over the glint of sadness in his eyes. “Anyway,” he continues, “Enough about me. What about you? When did your last relationship end?”

“It’s complicated,” I say as I automatically reach for the emerald gemstone dangling between my cleavage.

“Try me.” He props his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his laced fingers. The pose makes me think of the therapist I used to see after my parents got divorced, and suddenly I’m overcome by an urge to spill my guts.

So I give him the Cliffs Notes of my on-again-off-again relationship with my ex, Ned.

“Wow, that guy sounds like a total douchebag.” Kyle says.

On one hand, I feel a sense of retribution upon hearing his assessment of Ned. But on the other, I feel a sliver of guilt. After all, I did leave out certain details that might not have painted me in the best light, including the fact that I just broke down and slept with Ned a few days ago.

Oh well, no need to tell him everything. “I’m certainly no saint,” I respond. “But yeah, he’s a rather large douche.”

Sighing sympathetically, he grabs his straw from our nearly empty fishbowl and holds it up, prompting me to do the same with mine. “Here’s to forgetting about our asshole exes and to all the whack jobs that are going to help us do it.”

“Amen,” I say as we tap straws. Then we proceed to polish off the rest of our drink, which now consists mostly of rum and melted ice.

“This is me,” I say to Kyle, stopping next to my car.

He turns to face me and says, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too,” I say, nodding and smiling. In fact, I had such a great time that I wouldn’t mind continuing the date back at my place. But I’m trying not to steer things in that direction for a change.

He stares at me intently, giving off the vibe that the contemplative wheels in his mind are turning. Should he kiss me or not? “Would you—” Hiccup. “Excuse me. Would you like to—” Hiccup. “Shit. This is embarrass—” Hiccup. “—ing.”

Poor Kyle takes a deep breath and holds it in as an attempt to rid himself of this sudden bout of hiccups. Me? I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe, but I’m also wondering what he was going to ask.

He exhales slowly and then waits a moment before attempting to speak. “Okay, I think they’re gone. So, would you like to—” Hiccup. “Damn it. I can’t—” Hiccup. “—believe this!” He rolls his eyes. Then he hiccups again.

“I’m so sorry for laughing,” I say as I clutch my belly.

“Don’t be. People always—” Hiccup. “—laugh when this happens to me.”

“Always? How often does this happen to you?”

He slowly exhales another breath he’d been holding. Then, looking embarrassed, he rubs his brow before answering. “I guess it’s—” Hiccup. “—not always, but sometimes when—” Hiccup. “—I’m nervous.”

This tidbit sends me into another fit of laughter. Except now I’m not just laughing at his hiccups. I’m also laughing because I’d almost forgotten how I met Kyle, aka Coordinates Kyle. It figures that he suffers from this bizarre hiccupping condition.

“So-can-I-see-you-again?” He quickly slurs the words together just to get them all out before another . . . Hiccup.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as I imagine what it would be like to make out with Kyle. Would he become nervous and hiccup in my mouth? Would we ever even make it to first base? Or would he be too busy trying to cure a hiccup attack? Then my mind shifts to how much I enjoyed his company—tonight and earlier when we were messaging back and forth. I think about the sad look on his face when he told me about his ex dumping him on the day he accepted his job here in Milwaukee. I think about how attentively he listened as I revealed choice tidbits about my relationship with Ned. I think about the adorable dimple in his left cheek and his overall attractiveness. I also have a lot of questions about this hiccup issue of his.

Shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, Kyle waits for my response.

“Sure, sounds good,” I say as I stand on my tippy toes and lean in for a goodbye hug.


Say Hello to author K.J. Farnham!


K. J. Farnham writes contemporary fiction for women and young adults. A former educator who grew up in the Milwaukee area, she now lives in Western Wisconsin with her husband and three children. When not keeping up with her kids, she can usually be found reading or writing. Beach outings, coffee, acoustic music, and road trips are among her favorite things. She currently has several projects in the works!

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It’s a Series:

If you haven’t checked out book 1 in the series you should!

Title: Click. Date. Repeat.
Series: Click. Date. Repeat. Series
Author: K.J. Farnham
Release Date: August 21st, 2014
Genre: women’s fiction

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These days, finding love online is as commonplace as ordering that coveted sweater. But back in 2003, the whole concept of internet dating was still quite new, with a stigma attached to it that meant those who were willing to test the waters faced a fair amount of skepticism from friends and family.

Such is the case for Chloe Thompson, a restless 20-something tired of the typical dating scene and curious about what she might find inside her parents’ computer. With two serious but failed relationships behind her, Chloe isn’t even entirely sure what she’s looking for. She just knows that whatever it is, she wants to find it.

Chloe’s foray into online dating involves a head-first dive into a world of matches, ice breakers and the occasional offer of dick pics, all while Chloe strives to shake herself of the ex who just refuses to disappear. Will she simultaneously find herself and “the one” online, or will the ever-growing pile of humorous and downright disastrous dates only prove her friends and family right? There’s only one way to find out…

Click. Date. Repeat.


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#BlogTour #Giveaway – A CHARMED LITTLE LIE by Sharla Lovelace

Spinning a story of a joyous marriage to make 

a dying woman happy is forgivable, isn’t it?

Charmed in Texas #1
Sharla Lovelace
Releasing April 18th, 2017
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Lanie Barrett didn’t mean to lie. Spinning a story of a joyous marriage to make a dying woman happy is forgivable, isn’t it? Lanie thinks so, especially since her beloved Aunt Ruby would have been heartbroken to know the truth of her niece’s sadly loveless, short-of-sparkling existence. Trouble is, according to the will, Ruby didn’t quite buy Lanie’s tale. And to inherit the only house Lanie ever really considered a home, she’ll have to bring her “husband” back to Charmed, Texas for three whole months—or watch Aunt Ruby’s cozy nest go to her weasel cousin, who will sell it to a condo developer.


Nick McKane is out of work, out of luck, and the spitting image of the man Lanie described. He needs money for his daughter’s art school tuition, and Lanie needs a convenient spouse. It’s a match made . . . well, not quite in heaven, but for a temporary arrangement, it couldn’t be better. Except the longer Lanie and Nick spend as husband and wife, the more the connection between them begins to seem real. Maybe this modern fairy tale really could come true . . .

There are things a girl hopes to hear in her lifetime, and a marriage proposal definitely tops that list. A proposal offered as a business deal, probably thrown out in desperation to stop my meltdown and pending dehydration, however, was not what most women have in mind.

“Don’t, Nick,” I said, hiccupping through my sobs, trying to make it stop. “Don’t play with that. Don’t make fun.”


“I’m not,” he said, still facing Ralph, the dog’s face in his hands as if it were all addressed to him. “I’m dead serious.”

I waited for more and it didn’t come. Um, I needed more explanation than that.

Wiping at my face in vain, I leaned against the post and looked down at possibly the hottest man I’d ever met. Sitting on my porch in a black-on-black suit, asking me to marry him by proxy of Ralph.


Finally, he let go of Ralph’s large head and stood, turning to face me as though it was with his last dying breath.

“You need this house,” he said, his words slow and precise. His dark eyes didn’t blink, didn’t look away uncomfortably, didn’t falter. “You may or may not need the money, I don’t know. I don’t see you getting all emotional about that, but you’re hugging the house, so I’m guessing the money’s not an important factor.”

“I didn’t even know about that money.”

“Which brings it to me,” he said, closing his eyes briefly. “I need a job.”

“Are you saying—”

“I’m saying I just got in a car with a stranger for five hundred dollars,” he said. “That’s how far I’ve fallen. Three months of my life—what would that be worth?”

My tongue felt as swollen and stuck as my eyelids.

That sentence, along with the glazed over look his eyes got and the hard set of his jaw, was possibly the saddest thing I’d ever witnessed. To be followed closely by the strong possibility of my saying yes.

Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf cart, and two crazy dogs. She is the author of five stand-alone novels including the bestselling Don’t Let Go, the exciting Heart Of The Storm series, and the fun and sexy new Charmed in Texas series.

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – THE MATCHMAKING GAME by Donna Hatch

On Tour with Prism Book Tours.

Review & Excerpt Book Tour Grand Finale for
The Matchmaking Game
By Donna Hatch

We hope you enjoyed the tour! If you missed any of the reviews
or reading the first chapter of the book, go back and do so now…

Launch – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 1

England 1814

Rowena Emerson studied her longtime friend, Evan Barnes, and tried to judge by his expression if he’d be game for a new scheme. It was hard to tell; he had come home from the war a mysterious stranger, with only glimpses of his former playful self who had always been ready for a new lark.

Rockin’ Book Reviews – Review

“I loved reading this book. I have read several Donna Hatch’s books and loved everyone of them. . . . I would definitely recommend this book to other readers, especially those who enjoy a good clean romantic novel.”

Hearts & Scribbles – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 2

“Semantics. Come.” She stood. “Let’s go out for some air, and I’ll tell you all about it. There is a terrace outside,” she added in case he didn’t remember the layout of their host’s home.

He rose, his posture straight as a tin soldier. The lamplight shone on his dark hair, regulation-short rather than stylish, but it suited his new military bearing. “I have a feeling I’m going to regret even listening to your idea.”

Bookworm Nation – Review

“… I was quickly sucked into the story and didn’t want to leave. I loved the slow buildup of the romance between these two, and how everything works out. Like I said, its a charming regency that will warm your heart. Very enjoyable.”

Zerina Blossom’s Books – Interview

Q: What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?

A: Wow, that’s a tough question. The first chapter was effortless; it practically wrote itself. I loved the chapter where they really see each other as attractive adults, and not as the childhood friends they used to be. The big kissing scene was also super fun, and, ahem, very much put me in the mood when my husband came home.

Wishful Endings – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 3

She laughed at his indignation, then put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. “I’m only quizzing you, Evan. I haven’t done that sort of thing for at least a month.”

She chuckled at his raised brows. His departure for the war had put an end to most of her pranks. Losing her friend and cohort, not to mention her heartbreak at his absence, had taken the joy out of many of her favorite pastimes. She’d settled for more mundane activities in his absence. Now that he was back, she could finally breathe easy.

Hardcover Feedback – Review

“The ending was great and I enjoyed every minute of reading this book. I think anyone who enjoys reading stories set in this period will love The Matchmaking Game too.”

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 4

Rowena pointed her chin at the couple. “Look at her. Look at my papa. I think they have always been fond of one another—they are often near each other. It probably wouldn’t take much on our part to help them realize they would make a perfect match.”

Evan lifted a dark brow. “You want my mother to marry your papa?”

Christy’s Cozy Corners – Review

“You will love Rowena and Evan. They are very fun characters! I really enjoy when a novella can make a romance believable in such a short few pages. The Matchmaking Game is another one to add to your lists!”

Katie’s Clean Book Collection – Review

“The progression of the storyline is sweet and natural, causing the reader (me included) to feel swept up in the events and to feel a part of the story, as it’s very believable.”

Reading Is My SuperPower – Review

“The Matchmaking Game by Donna Hatch is a delightful treat for the heart! With sizzling kisses, charming humor, and a tender friendship, it’s the perfect choice for a quick weekend read. You will fall in love with the characters and be sad to bid them farewell. And did I mention the kisses?!?!”

Heidi Reads… – Review

“Such a great story! The characters are vivid, the setting is awesome, the conflict is angsty, and the romance is… so romantic! . . . I loved this Regency romance and could not put it down until I was finished!”

Rainy Day Reviews – Review

“I would call this a regency read for sure, but I appreciate the love story, the story line itself and the loving romance. I thoroughly enjoyed this read and I am sure most every other reader will too.”

deal sharing aunt – Interview & Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 5

Q: What do you think makes a good story?

A: Good stories stem from unforgettable, complex characters who overcome obstacles, find new strength they didn’t know they had, and learn to place others’ happiness above their own. I love it when the hero is strong and yet has a vulnerable side to him—I find that very endearing. And of course, the happily-ever-after!

Rowena gave his arm a little shake. “I adore your mother, and I think she’d make my papa very happy. He needs the influence of a wife and companion, as I’m sure your mother would welcome a man to love and care for her.”

“Ro, this isn’t our place.”

Mel’s Shelves – Review

“It’s a great story of childhood friends whose feelings evolve as they get older. They are perfect for each other, but there’s an obstacle to overcome to get to a happy ending. I enjoyed how it all played out. This is a great pick if you’re looking for a quick, clean Regency romance to keep you entertained for an afternoon!”

Getting Your Read On – Review

“Donna Hatch does such a good job of creating characters that feel real and sincere. I love that. . . . This book was just fun. It made me smile and left me feeling happy.”

Bookworm Lisa – Review

This book has some cute twists and turns. All is not as it seems. There are counter plots in the making. The book is a short and fun book to read for the pleasure of reading. I enjoyed my time engaged in the story.

Celticlady’s Reviews – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 6

She heaved a sigh. “Very well, then. What else can we do?”

“Stay out of their business?”

She smacked his arm with her fan. “Don’t be a wet blanket. This is just what they both need. Think of how devious and clever we’ll have to be to make them each realize that the other is interested.”

Booklove – Spotlight

Nicole’s Book Musings – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 7

Perhaps Evan’s reluctance sprang from a new source. Rowena softened her voice. “She can still love and honor your father’s memory even if she remarries.”

He murmured, “I know.”

Beck Valley Books – Excerpt, Chapter One, Part 8

Rowena opened her mouth and then closed it with a snap. The last thing Evan needed was a husband-hunter like Cynthia Pritchard dogging him. Evan had only been home from war a short time and had much more pressing issues—like helping match her papa with his mother.

Singing Librarian Books – Review

“From page one readers will be pulled into the story and not want to put it down until the end. It is a sweet romance that will fill the heart with happiness and warmth.”

Don’t forget to enter the giveaway below, if you haven’t already…

The Matchmaking Game
(Timeless Romance Single)
Donna Hatch
Adult Historical Romance
ebook, 126 pages
April 18th 2017 by Mirror Press

From the publisher of the USA TODAY bestselling & #1 Amazon bestselling Timeless Romance Anthology series in Clean & Wholesome Romance, comes the Timeless Romance Singles line.

THE MATCHMAKING GAME: A brand new historical romance novella from bestselling author Donna Hatch.

Rowena’s childhood friend, Evan, has returned home from war a handsome, but mysterious stranger. In an effort to bring happiness to her father, not to mention uncover the Evan she remembers from their youth, Rowena seeks to unite their parents. Who better to match a lonely widow and widower together than their adoring children? Her matchmaking game could help their parents find happiness and draw out her childhood friend buried beneath Evan’s new reserve … or it could break more than one heart.


Tour Schedule

April 6th: Rockin’ Book Reviews & Hearts & Scribbles
April 7th: Bookworm Nation & Zerina Blossom’s Books
April 9th: Hardcover Feedback & The Silver Dagger Scriptorium
April 10th: Christy’s Cozy Corners & Katie’s Clean Book Collection
April 11th: Reading Is My SuperPower & Heidi Reads…
April 12th: Rainy Day Reviews & deal sharing aunt
April 13th: Mel’s Shelves & Getting Your Read On
April 14th: Bookworm Lisa & Singing Librarian Books
April 16th: Celticlady’s Reviews & Booklove
April 17th: Falling Leaves & Nicole’s Book Musings
April 18th: Grand Finale

About the Author

Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty five years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.


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1 winner will receive a print copy of Heart Strings by Donna Hatch (US only)
1 winner will receive an ebook of Heart Strings by Donna Hatch (open internationally)
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#BlogTour #Giveaway – FORBIDDEN KISSES by Annie Rains

Their chemistry is more explosive than ever. 
And if the Sawyers can forgive and forget, anything is possible.
Blushing Bay #1
Annie Rains
Releasing April 11th, 2017


For years, Jack Sawyer’s family has been running their upscale seafood business like a finely tuned machine. But every machine breaks down eventually, and suddenly Jack needs a new office manager, a new kayak launch, and a new lease on life. Then Grace Donner shows up again. She’s smart, motivated, and perfect for the manager position, but if she’s anything like her mom, she can’t be trusted. And Jack has never been able to trust himself around Grace.


Grace hasn’t seen her former stepbrothers since their parents’ messy divorce, but she never forgot them—especially Jack. She misses being part of the big rambunctious Sawyer clan, and if there’s an opportunity to set things right, she means to do it. But she can’t ignore Jack’s irresistibly kissable lips, or the searing way he looks at her when he thinks she’s not looking. Their chemistry is more explosive than ever. And if the Sawyers can forgive and forget, anything is possible.

Jack reached for a folded blanket beside the cooler and laid it down on the open floor of the boat. “I know it’s not the most comfortable surface for lying back, but I thought we could look at the stars. It’s a favorite pastime of fishermen, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

He reached for her hand to help her lower to the floor. She held on to his tightly, surprised at how off balanced she felt. Then they lay back together, close enough that they touched. The soft hair on Jack’s arm resting against hers aroused her senses.

Were they really just going to look at the stars?

Yes, it was all very romantic, but so was doing other things under the stars. Things she’d been thinking about since stepping aboard.

Jack pointed up at the sky and started to speak. Grace was tired of talking, though. Tired of resisting what she wanted, and right now all she wanted was Jack.

Unable to help herself, uninhibited by the wine and the romantic environment, she rolled on top of him and crushed her mouth over his.

Judging by the stiff protrusion that met her inner thigh, he wanted her just as much.

“Well, hello there,” he said, smiling against her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she said, even though she didn’t mean it.

His hand slid down her back and settled on her bottom, pulling her snug against him. “I’m not. I’d decided tonight was for romance only, but I can’t think of anything more romantic than making love to you on this boat.”

White-hot heat tore through her. She was so hot that maybe it was time to start stripping.

As if reading her mind, Jack tugged the hem of her shirt up on her back and then over her head. The rest of her clothes fell away in the wake of his needy hands until she was tipsy and naked on the floor of his pontoon boat—on a boat ride to nowhere in particular, except his body was promising to shoot her to the low-hanging full moon.


Annie Rains is a USA Today bestselling author who writes small-town love stories set in fictional towns on the coast of North Carolina. Raised in one of America’s largest military communities, Annie often features heroes who fight for their countries, while also fighting for a place to call home and a good woman to love. When Annie isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her husband and three children, or reading a book by one of her favorite authors.


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#BlogTour – JUST LIKE THAT by Nicola Rendell






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“I bet I can untangle you.”

At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.

PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.

Because it is.

When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.

In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.

But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…

Can they?

99k words. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating.
Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.




There’s all sorts of sexy Russ-rustle-rustling as he tries on his clothes. It takes all my willpower to stop myself from running over to his changing room and pressing my eye up to the slats like I’m looking through a peep hole. He slings his shirt over the top of the changing room door, then steps out of his shoes and socks. I can almost hear a drumroll in my head and then it happens: his suit pants fall to the ground.
Maybe today’s boxer briefs are light gray, like a sporty heather gray, because that would just be…
I grab a random black dress off the rack and dash into the second changing room. As I shut the door, I hear Maisie saying something like, “Boy, I sure could use some help with all these sunglasses, ahem-ahem.” But I ignore it. As the rustling next door continues, I unfasten the knot on my sundress and let it fall from my shoulders, so I’m standing in my bra and panties in front of the very unflattering full-length mirror. I’m hoping it’s unflattering. It damned well better be unflattering. But then I notice a very faint bruise on my hip, in exactly the pattern of his fingers as he gripped me last night. I slide my fingertips along it and turn to warm caramel inside.
“What kind of movie is it?” I ask him as I finagle my hands through the spaghetti straps above my head and tug the new dress down over my body. It’s a size too small and hugs me like shrink-wrap.
“Romantic comedy.” His zipper slides up. “Workplace romance.”
Oh, God.
I shimmy into the dress and stare at my reflection. There are times in my life when I am acutely aware of that devil-angel-shoulder situation, and this is one of them. Looking at myself in the mirror, and I can almost see the two of them in position. The devil is a real vixen. Combat boots, and a raspy, sultry voice. No bullshit and a very respectable smoky eyeliner. She likes her music feminist and her tequila straight. On the other shoulder sits the angel. She’s a dead-ringer for my fourth-grade librarian. She smells like mothballs, her lipstick flakes off when she talks, and she’s big into smooth jazz. I hate her. Also, she’s pretty much always exactly right. Double-demerit.
The angel says, “Penelope Eloise Darling. Why can’t you find yourself a nice man with a steady job? That eHarmony questionnaire doesn’t take that long. Just think: you could find a nice Baptist minister in Tallahassee! At least you’d live in the same state!”
I suck in my stomach so hard that I feel dizzy, and try to pull up my zipper. Not even close. I cinch the fabric shut with one hand, suck in harder, and give it a yank. It bites into me, and I stretch the dress to the side as far as I can, testing the tensile strength of 1% spandex to its limit.
The devil takes out her hip flask and downs a pull of tequila while she considers her black nail polish. “Fuck that noise, Pen. You want him, take him. Boom. Done.”
The zipper finally cooperates. I don’t even look like myself, this thing is so tight. I spin slightly and look at my ass, over my shoulder.
Which is when the door squeaks open. I fully expect it to be Maisie, brandishing her Kindle and saying something like, “I knew I’d seen that jawline before,” but it isn’t. It’s him.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry, I thought this was my…” He trails off.
The desire ricochets between us like a pinball trapped at the bottom of an arcade machine. He’s in shorts that fit him like a glove, and a soft navy T-shirt, with a vintage Pac-Man logo, washed out and faded. And he’s found a hat, like a super-stylish baseball hat with mesh on the back. Plus, flip-flops.
I thought he was handsome before, but this, this… Casual, and carefree, and look at those shoulders. Peeking out from the sleeve of the T-shirt is the bottom edge of his tattoo on the curve of his massive bicep.
Here lies Penelope Darling, who died of a swoon.
He lets out a breathy, quiet whistle. “I’m buying that for you.”
The way he talks, that dominance, makes me feel like I’m some new but treasured thing. I’m not used to it, but one thing is for sure: I like it. Except even in my haze, it’s the angel that answers first. “No, no, no. I’ll never wear it.”
“I don’t care.”
Frivolous retail purchases especially for me? “We…should get to work.”
His eyes move up and down over me again so deliciously slowly that I feel a shiver up my spine. “I’ll show you getting to work.” He takes a step toward me, and runs his hand up the side of my dress.
I grab ahold of the hanger rack behind me as my knees start to get a little wobbly. “I’ll take you to the boardwalk first. Rides. Ball-and-hammer. Funnel cakes.” He’s reducing me to bullet points. I can’t even string two nouns and a verb.
He pulls his hand away with a frustrated grunt. “Fine. But I’m buying it for you. No arguments. Got it?” he says finally, and then heads back to his changing room.
The devil turns to the angel, who’s got her lips in a tight, prudish line. But the devil?  She gives zero fucks, and she raises her hip flask to me. “Here’s to romantic comedy.”
Toodles, Man Wagon.



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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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