#BlogTour – SECRETS IN SICILY by Penny Feeny

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Synopsis

Sun-drenched, touching and inspirational, this is your ultimate summer read for 2018, perfect for fans of Rosanna Ley and Victoria Hislop. Sicily, 1977 Ten-year-old Lily and family arrive for their annual summer holiday in Sicily. Adopted as a toddler, Lily’s childhood has been idyllic.

But a chance encounter with a local woman on the beach changes everything…. 10 years later… Ever since that fateful summer Lily’s picture-perfect life, and that of her family, has been in turmoil.

The secrets of the baking hot shores of Sicily are calling her back, and Lily knows that the answers she has been so desperately seeking can only be found if she returns to her beloved island once more….

Fans of Victoria Hislop, Rosanna Ley, Victoria Hislop and Domenica de Rosa will fall in love with the stunning and evocative Italian backdrop to this sweeping family epic.

 

Excerpt

Lily didn’t give much thought to the woman on the beach. It didn’t occur to her to wonder how she had known the piece of stone was hers or why she’d taken the trouble to return it. But a couple of days later she reappeared. The bumpy track that passed Villa Ercole was not much used and Lily and Harry, playing in the copse of almond trees, were surprised to see a car park on the verge. When the driver stayed in his seat and his passenger got out, they supposed it was to ask for directions.

At first Lily didn’t recognise the woman because she wasn’t wearing her sunglasses. Her eyes were brown and oval like the almonds, which gave her a sleepy look. She was carrying a curious device in a grey case. She leant over the wall and called out in Italian. When Lily didn’t respond, she said in English: ‘You are Lily, yes?’

Lily nodded.

‘Do you remember me?’

Lily nodded again and Harry, joining her, said, ‘Who’s she?’

‘She’s the person who found my statue after you lost it.’

The lady said, ‘The view is so beautiful here I must stop and take a picture.’ She undid the zip of the grey case and took out a large oblong camera. ‘This is Polaroid. You know it?’ They didn’t. ‘I show you how it works, yes? If you stand together.’

Lily held Harry’s hand. The leaves formed dappled shadows on the ground and behind them, she knew, was the glint of blue sea. The lady pointed the viewfinder at them and pressed a button. ‘Now,’ she said. ‘We must wait.’

Generally Jess was the family photographer, fiddling about with the light meter and the lens focus. The film had to be sent away to be developed before Lily could help arrange and label the pictures in an album. She had never seen a photo emerge like magic from the mouth of a camera, the image taking shape before their eyes. She and Harry both squealed.

‘You like it?’ said the lady. ‘You want to keep it?’

‘Can we, please?’

There were eight photographs, she told them, on each film, so she would take seven more and share them out. She had bought the camera in America when she’d lived there; it was where she had learned her English. She took some shots of the children, together and apart. Then she asked Harry if he would like to have a go. He took two pictures of Lily and the lady leaning against the wall, not quite touching, and a third one of them with their arms around each other’s waists. Lily snapped the lady pretending to pick a nut from the tree and she would have taken another, but the film was used up. The man in the car, who they’d forgotten about, hooted and called: ‘Dai, Carlotta, sbrigati.’

‘Arrivo, Claudio! I have to go,’ she said, her voice wistful.

‘Will we see you again?’ said Lily.

‘I hope so.’ She shuffled the pictures between her fingers like cards, hesitated a moment and then thrust them at Lily. ‘I will keep one,’ she said. ‘These are for you.’ Quickly she turned and got into the car. The man, Claudio, reversed and they drove off in a puff of dust.

Lily and Harry ran indoors and found their parents and Gerald in the salone. They were sitting at the table, with a carafe of wine in the centre. The wine in their glasses was a light straw colour; there wasn’t much left in the carafe. The needle was sticking on the record player but nobody made any move to take it off. Jess smiled lazily, ‘What have you got there, poppet?’

‘Photos.’

‘Photos? Where did you find them?’

‘They’re of me and Harry. A lady took them.’

‘I suppose she wants paying?’ said Alex. ‘She should have sent you to ask us first.’

‘They’re a present,’ said Lily. ‘She’s gone now.’

‘A present? That’s a bit weird. Are you sure you got the right end of the stick?’

‘She spoke English,’ said Lily, annoyed that her word was being doubted. ‘She said I could keep them, didn’t she, Harry?’

Harry nodded. ‘They were magic photos.’

‘Magic? How?’

Lily handed over one of the snaps of Harry and herself sitting on the stone wall. ‘Oh,’ said Alex. ‘Polaroids.’

‘Let me see,’ said Jess, and Lily passed her the rest.

The adults gazed at the pictures in an abstracted and bemused sort of way. In the background the record continued to stutter its same irritating phrase. ‘Turn that off, will you, darling? Thanks. Who is she anyway, this photographer?’

‘I don’t know. She didn’t tell us.’

‘The man called her Carlotta,’ said Harry.

‘She isn’t English?’

‘No, she’s Italian. She’s the lady who found my statue when it was lost on the beach.’

‘You mean this is the second time you’ve seen her?’

‘Yes.’

‘Curiouser and curiouser,’ said Jess and Lily began to think that, like Alice in Wonderland, her parents were getting easily confused. Probably because of the wine. This must have been one of those days when they started drinking as soon as they woke from their siesta. Gerald encouraged it. His prime time was in the morning. If he had any work to do it was always abandoned by lunch. He never exerted himself in the afternoons.

‘She was nice,’ said Lily.

‘Is this her, standing next to you?’

‘She let me take it,’ said Harry.

Jess examined the snapshot more closely, with a baffled frown. She gave it to Alex, who was peering at it when Dolly came into the room.

MeetTheAuthor

Feeny_Penny colour Penny Feeny has lived and worked in Cambridge, London and Rome. Since settling in Liverpool many years ago she has been an arts administrator, editor, radio presenter and advice worker. Her short fiction has been widely published and broadcast and won several awards. Her first novel, That Summer in Ischia, was one of the summer of 2011’s best selling titles.    

    

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – THE LAWMAN’S SECRET VOW by Tara Randel


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The Lawman’s Secret Vow
By Tara Randell
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages
August 1st 2018 by Harlequin Heartwarming

To have and to hold—

until the case is solved?

When an undercover assignment pairs laid-back Florida detective Dante Matthews with by-the-book cop Eloise Archer, he knows it won’t be easy. And not just because they’re competing for the same promotion. Now they’re living together under the same roof, and it’s getting harder to ignore his deepening feelings for his “wife.” Can he convince Eloise to partner up—for life?

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He nodded his head toward her. “Where were you tonight?”

“A new club. Twilight. It just opened and Stella’s been dying to go. There were lots of women, few husbands and many male employees. Let’s just say I was glad to call it a night. Things were getting out of hand.”

“Not your scene?”

She shuddered. “Never in a million years.” She paused. “Not that I’m boring or anything.”

Dante checked the mirror again. “Didn’t say you were.”

“I just don’t understand throwing someone’s hard-earned money around for…whatever those women find pleasurable.”

“It’s not their money so they don’t care.”

“I suppose. It’s just not my idea of a good time.”

Dante opened the box of crackers. “And what is?”

Eloise laid her head against the seat rest. “Spending time with people I enjoy. Reading.” A smile curved her lips. “Filing reports.”

“Why am I not surprised.” He bit into a salty square and crunched.

“I don’t have a wide circle of friends, but the ones who are in my life are important to me.”

“Same here.”

She turned her head toward him. “Not a lot of friends, either?”

“Nope.” He took another bite.

“I didn’t expect that.”

“Why?”

“You seem like the popular guy.”

“I’m like you.” He shrugged. “I’d rather have close friendships than lots of acquaintances.”

“And your family?”

Dante pictured his mother. His brothers. Smiled. “Love them all, even if they treat me like the annoying younger brother I probably am or was.”

Eloise stared out the front window. “Someone has to be the youngest and therefore the picked-on one.”

“It gets old once you grow up.” Dante tossed the box into the bag. “You mentioned your folks. Not close to them?”

“No.” Her voice sounded so tiny. He wondered what her childhood had been like. Decided to go ahead and ask when an eighteen-wheel car carrier, lights flashing, turned into the street. They both ducked at the same time so not to be noticed in the headlights, their heads close enough to touch.

Eloise’s jasmine perfume surrounded him. Lured him closer. He inhaled, savoring the scent of the intriguing woman . She was smart, pretty and read him really well. He’d never had that vibe with a partner. Until now.

The semi rumbled by but they kept their heads down until it was safely behind them. He lifted his head, as did Eloise, and their eyes met. Dante’s pulse picked up. This close, he could feel her breath on his cheek. And admitted to himself he was in deep water as far as Eloise was concerned, because the attraction he was supposed to quash was growing stronger every day.

It took everything in him to move away from heaven, from Eloise, and focus on the reason they were in these tight confines to begin with.

 

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Tara Randel has enjoyed a lifelong love of books, especially romance and mystery genres, so it didn’t come as a surprise when she began writing with the dream of becoming published. Family values, mystery and, of course, love and romance are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Tara lives on the West Coast of Florida, where gorgeous sunsets inspire the creation of heartwarming stories, filled with love, laughter and the occasional mystery.

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Tour Schedule

August 13th:
Launch
Remembrancy
It’s All About the Romance
Britt Reads Fiction
August 14th:
E-Romance News
Rockin’ Book Reviews
Hearts & Scribbles
Andi’s Book Reviews
Book Lover in Florida
August 15th:
Cafinated Reads
Declarations of a Fangirl
Reading Is My SuperPower
Nicole’s Book Musings
August 16th:
Getting Your Read On
underneath the covers
Book by Book
Handcrafted Reviews
August 17th:
Thoughts of a Blonde
Reading On The Edge
Inside The Mind of an Avid Reader
Becky on Books
August 18th:
Grand Finale

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#BlogTour – FOUR LAST FIRST DATES by Kate O’Keeffe

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Series: Cozy Cottage Café #4
Published by Wild Lime Books on August 9, 2018
Genres: Romantic Comedy

What do you do when you’ve agreed to a pact with your friends to get married, but neither you nor the guy in your sights is quite ready to fall in love?

Bailey De Luca is the last of her friends to complete the Last First Date pact—to marry the next guy she dates. But lady luck must be in a bad mood, because so far, it’s all come to nothing.

Everywhere she looks people are in love. Everyone except her. Is she fundamentally unlovable? Or is it that she’s already found—and lost—The One? Whatever the reason, one thing’s for sure: Bailey never expected to be alone at thirty.

When one of her friends announces her engagement with a rock that could eclipse the sun, Bailey throws herself into a new business. Starting up Cozy Cottage Catering seems like the perfect way to bury her head in the sand. But fate has other ideas, and soon Bailey is swept off her feet by the oh-so cute Ryan Jones.

Ryan may seem like the perfect combination of Prince Charming meets Thor (without the hammer), but is Bailey ready to be with him?

Or will the ghost of her past love prevent her from finding happiness again?

Escape to New Zealand in this fun, feel-good sweet romance.

Books in the Cozy Cottage Café series:
Book 1: One Last First Date
Book 2: Two Last First Dates
Book 3: Three Last First Dates
Book 4: Four Last First Dates

About Kate O’Keeffe

Kate O’Keeffe is a bestselling author of fun, feel-good romantic comedies. She lives and loves in beautiful Hawke’s Bay, New Zealand with her family, two scruffy dogs, and a cat who thinks he’s a scruffy dog too. He’s not: he’s a cat. When she’s not penning her latest story, Kate can be found hiking up hills (slowly), travelling to different countries, and eating chocolate. A lot of it.

Kate has written the Amazon bestsellers the Cozy Cottage Café series, the popular chick lit stories, the Wellywood Romantic Comedy series, as well as some standalone titles.


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#BlogTour #Giveaway – SMITH PACT DUO by Ja’Nese Dixon

Yuki’s Luck
Smith Pact Duo Book 1
by Ja’Nese Dixon
Genre: NA Romance

He’s stolen her heart, it’ll take luck to get it back.

Just her luck, one evening after too many shots, Yuki wakes naked tangled
in Dylan’s expensive sheets. Yuki Smith doubts her mother’s
judgment on men, life, and definitely on naming her “lucky.”
Dylan Jameson is her twin’s best friend and all the things she’s not.
Filthy rich, focused, and drop-dead gorgeous. And beneath it all he
is a really great guy. Then he messed it all up by asking for what
she could not give, commitment.
Dylan heads to Ireland, somehow he took her luck with him. Now
Yuki must board a plane to god-knows-where, to encounter
god-knows-what, hoping for a chance to tell Dylan the truth. Because
he’s captured her heart and something tells Yuki she’ll
need luck to get him back.
Friends become lovers in Yuki’s Luck with strong family ties, alpha men,
and professional women in beautiful Dublin Ireland. This BWWM
romance will have you happily reading non-stop until the last word.
Asher’s Sonnet
Smith Pact Duo Book 2

Armed with her sexiest f*ck-him dress and a hall pass…

Asher Smith is a complicated man. He’s hardworking, loving, but distant.
And the only way Jasmine Smith can have him fully is to make him
think he’s lost her for good.
Fed up she asks for a hall pass and he said yes.
Barely holding back her tears, he witnesses the crime scene: her string
bikinis, lingerie, and her sexiest f*ck-him dress are packed and
aimed to kill.
Jasmine books a flight for a week in Cancun with Yuki, her friend and his
sister, willing to do whatever it takes to get his attention.
This trip will be the death or rebirth of her marriage. It’s up to Asher
to decide.
Falling in love is easy. Staying in love presents a challenge for this
couple. On the rocks, an alpha male and strong woman will push their
love to the limits. This novella will have you glued to the couch
until…The End.
Smith Surprise
Smith Pact Duo Book 3

When it comes to love, age ain’t nothing but a number.

Rhonda Smith had to open her big mouth when she promised Asher and Yuki, her
grown children, that she’d open her heart to love. And she intended
to keep that promise until she learned dating ain’t what it used to be.
Now there are apps for that. Not to mention speed dating, blind dates,
and singles gatherings. To top it all off, there’s Netflix and
chills, and social media.
God help her.
She’s a widow with nothing to lose, hoping for a second chance at her
happily ever after, even if it means surviving absurd dates and
kissing a few toads to find a suitable, mature man.
But when Jaxon Reinheart unexpectantly adds his name to her dance card,
Rhonda throws caution to the wind. The much younger, single dad,
plans to show her that love and chivalry are alive and well.
If…she’ll let him.
A May/December romance between a widower and a single dad that begins
with a family pact. This BWWM romance features alpha men, strong
women, and a family defined by love not blood.
Ja’Nese Dixon writes tales of romance laced with strong women and stronger
men. My happily ever afters are meant to inspire. So, if you’re
looking for a page turner that will leave you blushing, with your
heart racing, and lying to yourself about reading “just one more
chapter” then grab a book.
She is an avid reader and coffee drinker, who also loves to run, cook,
and quilt (and not in that order). Her ultimate goal as a writer is
to give you a little “staycation” with every story.
Ja’Nese calls Houston home with her husband, three kiddos, and a four-legged
diva dog. Visit her website at http://www.janesedixon.com if you
enjoy romance, suspense, and good sweet & spicy stories that inspire.
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#BlogTour #Giveaway #Excerpt – THE LAWMAN’S SECRET VOW by Tara Randel


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The Lawman’s Secret Vow
By Tara Randell
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages
August 1st 2018 by Harlequin Heartwarming

To have and to hold—

until the case is solved?

When an undercover assignment pairs laid-back Florida detective Dante Matthews with by-the-book cop Eloise Archer, he knows it won’t be easy. And not just because they’re competing for the same promotion. Now they’re living together under the same roof, and it’s getting harder to ignore his deepening feelings for his “wife.” Can he convince Eloise to partner up—for life?

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Excerpt

He nodded his head toward her. “Where were you tonight?”

“A new club. Twilight. It just opened and Stella’s been dying to go. There were lots of women, few husbands and many male employees. Let’s just say I was glad to call it a night. Things were getting out of hand.”

“Not your scene?”

She shuddered. “Never in a million years.” She paused. “Not that I’m boring or anything.”

Dante checked the mirror again. “Didn’t say you were.”

“I just don’t understand throwing someone’s hard-earned money around for…whatever those women find pleasurable.”

“It’s not their money so they don’t care.”

“I suppose. It’s just not my idea of a good time.”

Dante opened the box of crackers. “And what is?”

Eloise laid her head against the seat rest. “Spending time with people I enjoy. Reading.” A smile curved her lips. “Filing reports.”

“Why am I not surprised.” He bit into a salty square and crunched.

“I don’t have a wide circle of friends, but the ones who are in my life are important to me.”

“Same here.”

She turned her head toward him. “Not a lot of friends, either?”

“Nope.” He took another bite.

“I didn’t expect that.”

“Why?”

“You seem like the popular guy.”

“I’m like you.” He shrugged. “I’d rather have close friendships than lots of acquaintances.”

“And your family?”

Dante pictured his mother. His brothers. Smiled. “Love them all, even if they treat me like the annoying younger brother I probably am or was.”

Eloise stared out the front window. “Someone has to be the youngest and therefore the picked-on one.”

“It gets old once you grow up.” Dante tossed the box into the bag. “You mentioned your folks. Not close to them?”

“No.” Her voice sounded so tiny. He wondered what her childhood had been like. Decided to go ahead and ask when an eighteen-wheel car carrier, lights flashing, turned into the street. They both ducked at the same time so not to be noticed in the headlights, their heads close enough to touch.

Eloise’s jasmine perfume surrounded him. Lured him closer. He inhaled, savoring the scent of the intriguing woman . She was smart, pretty and read him really well. He’d never had that vibe with a partner. Until now.

The semi rumbled by but they kept their heads down until it was safely behind them. He lifted his head, as did Eloise, and their eyes met. Dante’s pulse picked up. This close, he could feel her breath on his cheek. And admitted to himself he was in deep water as far as Eloise was concerned, because the attraction he was supposed to quash was growing stronger every day.

It took everything in him to move away from heaven, from Eloise, and focus on the reason they were in these tight confines to begin with.

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Tara Randel has enjoyed a lifelong love of books, especially romance and mystery genres, so it didn’t come as a surprise when she began writing with the dream of becoming published. Family values, mystery and, of course, love and romance are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Tara lives on the West Coast of Florida, where gorgeous sunsets inspire the creation of heartwarming stories, filled with love, laughter and the occasional mystery.

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Tour Schedule

August 13th:
Launch
Remembrancy
It’s All About the Romance
Britt Reads Fiction
August 14th:
E-Romance News
Rockin’ Book Reviews
Hearts & Scribbles
Andi’s Book Reviews
Book Lover in Florida
August 15th:
Cafinated Reads
Declarations of a Fangirl
Reading Is My SuperPower
Nicole’s Book Musings
August 16th:
Getting Your Read On
underneath the covers
Book by Book
Handcrafted Reviews
August 17th:
Thoughts of a Blonde
Reading On The Edge
Inside The Mind of an Avid Reader
Becky on Books
August 18th:
Grand Finale

Tour Giveaway

Prize #1: Beach/pool tote and water bottle, signed print copies of The Bridal Bouquet and His One and Only Bride, $25 Amazon Gift Card. (Open to US only)

Prize #2: $25 Amazon e-Gift Card (Open Internationally)

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – HOMETOWN GIRL AGAIN by Kirsten Fullmer

Hometown Girl Again
Hometown Series Book 5
by Kirsten Fullmer
Genre: Romance
How did I end up so broken? It’s a question Katherine can’t answer.
First, a surprise inheritance tipped her life upside-down, and now
her new RV park is a muddy mess of half-restored trailers. To make
matters worse, she’s falling for her first crush all over again.
The only thing she’s sure of at this point is a full-blown identity crisis.
Alex came home after a life-threatening wound ended his Army career. Now
Katie is back too, and she’s building something called a glamping
park? He feels like he let her down years ago, can he make it up to
her now? Or are his own problems too much to handle?
Fate brought Katherine and Alex back to Smithville, and the town-folk want
to see them together again. Will the couple be able to cope with the
locals well-intentioned meddling, or did their chance at love
disappear a long time ago…
Other Books in the Series:
Hometown Girl at Heart
Hometown Series Book 1
Hometown Girl After All
Hometown Series Book 2
Hometown Girl Forever
Hometown Series Book 3
Christmas in Smithville
The Hometown Series Book 4
Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in
1984. She married soon there after and quickly built a family.
With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to
college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings
ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering
firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to
become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubical
life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to
opening her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. Due
to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her
husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys
spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and
worked full time in a 40′ travel trailer with her husband and her
little dog Bingo.
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#BlogTour #Giveaway – NICE TO COME HOME TO by Liz Flaherty


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Nice to Come Home To
By Liz Flaherty
Contemporary Romance

Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages
August 1st 2018 by Harlequin Heartwarming

Will an apple a day…

Keep love at bay?

For Cass Gentry, coming home to Lake Miniagua, teenage half sister in tow, is bittersweet. But her half of the orchard she inherited awaits, and so does a fresh face—Luke Rossiter, her new business partner. Even though they butt heads in business, they share one key piece of common ground: refusing to ever fall in love again. But as their lives get bigger, that stance doesn’t feel like enough…

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When Luke is still being a pain in the neck about the coffee shop…

“Tell me again why we can’t just have the coffee shop in the center corridor of the barn. It’s plenty big enough and access is right there from both entrances. That leaves the side areas for offices or even other little shops if this thing takes off.” Luke looked both tired and impatient. And on the edge of angry.

Cass wasn’t good at standing her ground—it wasn’t something that had ever worked particularly well for her. But… “Because the coziness factor would be gone. It would never be quiet or intimate or conducive to working.” She had said all this. She knew she had. Who knew that under that straight, silky hair of his, Luke Rossiter had such a thick head?

“Working? I thought it was for coffee. If people want to work, they should rent their own office space—maybe in the side rooms of the round barn.”

“How did you get through college without studying in coffee shops?” she demanded.

“Easy. I studied in the student union or even occasionally—call me crazy—in the library. I thought a coffee shop was for drinking coffee.” He grinned, but it wasn’t his usual funny, endearing expression. It was more like a smirk.

“It is. And for visiting, studying and working. It’s a great place for parents to recharge after a day with kids. For artists to sketch and writers to write. Even for music. Open mic nights or karaoke.”

“Cass.”

“Do not speak to me in that tone of voice.”

His eyebrows shot up. He took off his cap, pushed his hair back and put it on again. “Exactly what tone of voice is that?”

“The one that says I’m too stupid to waste your time talking to. I’m not.”

“Of course you’re not, and I never for one minute thought you were. I do think you lose sight of the fact that we’re in North Central Indiana, not California or the East Coast. Things are different here. People go to coffee shops to drink coffee or get a cup for the road.”

“Oh, good grief. Were you even there when we went to those coffee shops in Peru and North Manchester and Kokomo? Have you seen the liars table at Silver Moon? Those people aren’t there just to drink coffee and eat eggs over easy with bacon—they’re there to talk.” She lifted her hands in supplication, conscious that she was raising her voice as well. It felt kind of good. “Did all those people we saw sit there in silence and drink their coffee or wait for carryout, or did some of them have laptops or notebooks or books? Were some of them actually sitting and talking to other people? Wasn’t there a guy sitting in the corner with a guitar?”

“There was, and I admit I got a little itchy to sit and pick with him a little because I’m pretty sure he was better than me. But we have the Silver Moon for that. Or—what’s the name of the tearoom now that Seven Pillars was destroyed in the tornado? Oh, right, Just One of Those Things. I’m not saying it’s not a nice thing, but Miniagua’s a small farming and resort community and I think the kind of venue you’re suggesting won’t fly here. The orchard’s doing fairly well, as you know, so is it really the time to take chances with that? We’re a down-home kind of place and we’re proud of it. We don’t need the same kind of trappings they require in larger places.”

“How many people drink coffee in the orchard store every day?”

He looked bewildered. “What?”

“How many people drink coffee in there? Besides staff, I mean.”

“I don’t know. A couple of dozen, I guess. More on nice days, fewer when it’s cold and rainy. But they’re not going to come over here to a fancy coffee shop where people are sitting with laptops and sketchpads, especially if it’s in a confined space instead of an open one.”

She walked over to look at the room she wanted to use—it had great light, great windows, the perfect amount of space—then came back to where he stood in the center of the empty barn. She counted to ten. Twice. “So what you’re actually saying is, fine, we can have a coffee shop, but only if we do everything on your terms.”

He hesitated. “I have business experience,” he said finally. “I’ve been part owner of the orchard for three years and I clocked some part-time hours here a couple of years before that. So, yeah, I think you should listen to me.”

She hadn’t expected him to admit it, and wasn’t sure how to feel about it when he did. She hated what he’d said, hated it, but she thought she probably would have hated it even more if he’d been less than honest.

“Well.” The problem with standing her ground was that it always gave way beneath her, and this time was no different. While it was true they were equal partners, she agreed that his seniority and his knowledge gave him a leg up on her when it came to business decisions. “Okay then.” She looked at her watch. “I said I’d work in the store this afternoon so Lovena Beiler could be with her daughter. I need to get over there. Sarah’s near delivery and anxious—apparently she’s miscarried a few times.”

“She has.” He nodded short agreement. “All right. We’ll talk more later?”

“Sure.” Maybe. And maybe the whole idea of a coffee shop was just a pipe dream that she should put away behind her heart and forget about.

He watched her walk away. She could feel it, but didn’t turn around, just stiffened her back and went on. She had enough failures on her résumé—she wasn’t going to let this partnership be another one because she hadn’t gotten her own way.

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#BlogTour#Giveaway – THE GIRL ON CAMERA by Morgan Dun-Campbell

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This is my stop during the blog tour for The Girl on Camera by Morgan Dun-Campbell. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 6 till 26 August. See the tour schedule here.

The Girl on CameraThe Girl on Camera
By Morgan Dun-Campbell
Genre: Thriller
Age category: New adult, Adult
Release Date: March 14, 2018

Blurb:
Reality TV is about to get real…

“Are you ready to win the heart of the nation? Compete with seven other contestants for the cash prize? Change your life forever?”

Twenty-six-year old Rory Stevens is thrilled to be selected as one of eight contestants for new reality show: The Retreat.

However, on the second day of filming – during a televised broadcast from the show’s host – all power shuts off with no explanation: leaving the contestants, quite literally, in the dark.

Completely stranded, it is now up to Rory and her seven companions to figure out what is happening.

And then one of them disappears…

For fans of Naomi Alderman, Dave Eggers and John Marrs.

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We’re in a clearing, and beyond this car, three others are parked a few feet away, to the right of us. Next to them is a white van with the back doors open. Stood by the van is Suzie, talking to a man I don’t recognise. Another guy stood by one of the cars holds a fluffy sound mic. A camera sits on top of the roof of one of the cars, and a tripod has been set up by the van.

Directly in front of me, about twenty yards away, a grey stone wall runs maybe fifty feet along, twenty feet high. In the centre, two dark oak doors as high as the wall. Above them, a metal plaque reads:

The Retreat

Lined against the wall are seven people. The other contestants? A woman is clipping a tiny device to the guy stood at the front – presumably a mic.

I’ll have my very own, too. So everyone I’ve ever known can hear me utter my first words on national television.

Suzie spots me and comes over. ‘You Ok, Rory? You’re looking pale. It’s perfectly natural to be feeling nervous. Want me to fetch you some water?’ Now that she mentions it, I am feeling light-headed. Tiny green spots momentarily cloud my vision.

‘Water would be great, thank you Suzie,’ I say in a weak voice. She nods, and calls to the guy with the fluffy mic. A moment later, he hurries over, carrying a water bottle from a large cooler they have positioned next to the van. I drink half of it all at once.

‘Better?’ Suzie asks. I nod. The mic guy holds out his hand for the bottle, and takes it from me, before rushing off again. ‘Everyone else has arrived,’ Suzie continues, ‘so we’re just getting everything set up before the official launch, which is…’ she glances at her watch, ‘in just over an hour. Look – why don’t I introduce to the others? It might help you relax. After all, you’ll be supporting each other throughout this.’ Even in my dizzy state, I sense this is nothing more than a comforting lie. Reality contestants aren’t supposed to get along, because that doesn’t equal entertainment, right?

Suzie takes a step back and holds out her hand. ‘So, come on. Hmm?’ I take it and she leads me over, like it’s my first day at school.

Standing at the front of the queue, so closest to the doors, is a tall tanned man of maybe six foot four, with huge shoulders and a square jaw. He wears a long brown coat which looks designer, a wrap-around blue and black chequered scarf, plain jeans, black brogues. A silver wristwatch flashes on his right arm, which again appears designer. His turquoise eyes are embedded in fine lines that add character.

He catches my eye and smiles, as if to say, everything’s alright. I’m here now, and you can trust me.

‘This is Freddie,’ says Suzie. He laughs: a deep, booming sound.

‘Oh, Suzie,’ he says, placing a huge arm around her shoulder delicately, a friendly bear handling a human with care. It’s as though they’re reunited friends who go decades back. Suzie can’t stop herself from dropping her professional demeanour – straight back, hands clasped, tight set poker face – and joining in with his infectious laugh.

‘How many times Suzie,’ he squeezes her shoulders playfully, her eyes sparkle, indulging him. ‘It’s Nice Guy Freddie. That’s what my friends call me, anyway,’ he says to me, and I’m shell-shocked for a moment to be the centre of his focus, like coming face to face with a treasured celebrity.

‘Nice Guy Freddie,’ I repeat.

‘Nice Guy Freddie,’ he says, one slow nod. ‘It’s a little pun, from my favourite Tarantino movie,’ he explains, one hand in the air, palm facing upwards, spread fingers, the other arm still looped around Suzie. ‘Such a talented director,’ he says, as though projecting to a theatre audience. ‘And I seem to gel well with the people in my life,’ he looks to Suzie, gazing at her as though they’re star-crossed lovers, while she gazes back, ‘absolute superstars, every last one of ’em – and the nickname stuck. So,’ he unloops himself from Suzie. She appears dazed now that he’s broken the spell by focusing attention elsewhere, as though a hypnotist has just awoken her from a trance. She looks embarrassed to have been sucked in so easily when she’s supposed to be in charge.

Though it’s pretty clear whose little finger everyone is wrapped around.

‘Nice Guy Freddie at your service,’ he says to me, chest puffed out, huge arm outstretched. I take his hand and his warm grip is firm and reassuring, the true definition of a hearty handshake. ‘Looks like you took a turn for the worse back there, hmm?’

‘It’s just nerves,’ I quickly explain.

‘Now now, chin up,’ Freddie says, and actually – to my alarm – reaches forward and strokes the underside of my chin with his forefinger. ‘I promise to take some of the heat. I’m quite the performer.’ For a moment, his face is completely straight and I feel a chill. Then he’s laughing heartily, and looks from me to Suzie and back again. ‘I should think so, after three leading theatre roles.’

‘Do I stand behind F – Nice Guy Freddie?’ I ask Suzie. She shakes her head.

‘No, I think it’s better with Mariah behind him. Oh – Mariah, Rory, Rory, Mariah,’ Suzie gestures back and forth between me and this Mariah character stood behind Freddie, donned in a white fur coat and black leather trousers, a black ribbon choker around her neck, in the centre of which lies a silver spider pendant.

She’s striking in the sense that she borders between gorgeous and bizarre. Her huge bee-stung pout, presumably cosmetically enhanced, seems a touch too big. Her black blocky brows are almost perfectly arched, just a touch too pronounced. Her ice blue eyes, like two frosty gems staring out from her face, are entrancing, but somehow make her appear inhuman. Her age is impossible to guess: she’s either an older looking girl, or a younger looking woman. Just turned twenty or nearing fourty?

If Freddie’s like a ray of sunshine, she’s the storm cloud looming behind, ready to rain on this parade. Even so, I give her a tight-lipped smile.

‘Hey Mariah, looking forward to living with you for the next few days.’

‘Yyyeah,’ she says, drawing out the syllable, before sucking air through her teeth, and looking me up and down, with a condescending fixed look. I lower my hand. ‘I’m not really one for the gushy introductions. No offence but, I never say pleasure to meet you. ’Cause how do I know yet? For all I know, you’re a complete bitch.’ She examines her nails and shrugs. ‘I’m just keeping it real.’

I think I’ll be giving her a wide berth from now on.

Morgan Dun-CampbellAbout the Author:
Morgan Dun-Campbell lives in London. She has an MA (Distinction) in Creative Writing and Publishing, has participated in two Arvon literary writing courses, and has worked as an intern for numerous publishing houses, including Penguin Random House and Bloomsbury. The Girl on Camera is her first novel.

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – PSYCHO IN PARADISE by Deborah Brown

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In the Florida Keys, you have to take the shady with the sunny. And Tarpon Cove has more than fifty shades of shady going on.

Shady No. 1: When Brad is caught with the dead body of his crazy ex-girlfriend—a body he swears was planted—the Westin family gathers to plan a strategy. That family now including Fab, Didier, and Creole by default.

Shady No. 2: Fab is having a hard time keeping her promise to go legit. It’s not her fault she tends to attract clients who want their problems solved without getting the cops involved. Trying to keep her reined in is a full-time job, and a thankless one, since Madison keeps getting roped in on “easy” jobs that wind up getting the kind of messy that require specialized cleanup.

Shady No. 3: Ferreting out the info needed to save Brad means using sources so deep in the friend-of-a-friend network they’re anonymous.

The only thing not shady is Creole’s love. Madison’s kept her promise never to lie to him. Mostly. But when the killer wafts like smoke through the cracks in the investigation, it reminds her she should’ve eaten dessert first more often.


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I’ve been writing, in one way or another for as long as I can remember; poetry, sappy short stories (my best friend made me swear that I’d never show anyone until I changed the names), and a romance novel shoved under my bed.

I wanted to create books with a wide-range of unforgettable characters, with heat and romance, and lots of guns. It wouldn’t be complete without a slice of humor and charm.

I live with my family and demon children aka rescue cats in South Florida.

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#BlogTour #Giveaway – MISGIVING HEARTS by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes

MisGiving Hearts
by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes
Genre: Interracial Romantic Suspense
They thought they were safe in their elite little world. They couldn’t
have been more wrong.
When Charity Daniels was seventeen she fell in love with Literature, and a
man who taught it. Their forbidden love was held back until
graduation, until legally she could be his.
Flash forward three years, Charity is studying at Yale and still in love
with her Princeton Man.
Quinn (Q) Everett is on scholarship at Yale, and finds himself inexplicably
in Charity’s path. He tries to stay away, but his mouthy best
friend thinks he knows better. Suddenly it’s lunches and crashing
private plans for the duo just to see her.
But their flirtations do not go unseen, and Logan’s love turns and goes
from jealousy to murderous intent.
Can these unproven lovers stay the course and avoid the devious plot of a
scorn man or will everything crash and burn?
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J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup
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Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs
with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet
and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to
hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.
S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio.
Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as
inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or
Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book
covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.
The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast
friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in
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So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you
know just in case.

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