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Guest Release–End of Lonely Street by Alicia Dean

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Blurb:

Can she let go of the past, before it destroys her future?

All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.

Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her mother.

What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Mapleton, Tennessee, November, 1957

Toby Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the diner, except for Elvis Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the only one for him…no matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole life loving her…

Rough hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy. She caught a whiff of hair tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes open. Wes Markham’s hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful, crooked smile and smoldering blue eyes.

“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low. If her boss, Mr. Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d explode. He’d barely let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in Mapleton knew the Lawson women were trouble.

Toby gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her hold on the utensils she held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”

She shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.

He pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier than you are. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about you cut the pretense and we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a few minutes.”

Her cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the customers were watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in the place could hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they didn’t all know, though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a secret.

Toby clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear, you’ll be pulling this steak knife out of your eyeball.”

He held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her and stepped back. “I was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do with my time than waste it on a used up chick like you.”

Muffled laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl into a hole.

“How about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”

Toby whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind her, looking handsome and sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair in the military buzz cut. Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin. She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was back, but hadn’t seen him until now. And what a time to have a reunion.

*** 10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties for End of Lonely Street will go to The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation http://www.graceland.com/epcf/ ***

 

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Alicia Dean

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

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Guest interview–Angela Smith

Today I welcome a chapter mate from the group of great writers in San Antonio Romance Authors, Angela Smith.

Tell us a bit about you and your background.

I am published in romantic suspense but also write other subgenres of romance, including young adult and historical. A few years ago, I quit writing to pursue the career that pays the bills until I decided to once again pursue my passion. By day, I’m a certified paralegal and manage a District Attorney’s office.

What’s the logline that describes your writing?

“Solving the mystery of love with romance novels.”

What are your hobbies away from the computer?

I love to read, go Jeeping with my husband, and different sorts of crafts. I live on some acreage, manage a small chicken farm, and love to be outside. My husband and I constantly have house type projects going on, and I’ll help him with car restorations occasionally.

Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?

It depends on the story, and each one is different. I’ve had ideas for characters first, and the one I’m writing now was plot first.

What is the starting point for research—story concept or when you get stuck while writing?

 Both! I usually start at the story concept to make sure I understand my subject, but I go back to research while writing if I get stuck or for a refresher.

Have you traveled to any locations that appear in your books?

Yes, via Google Earth! Regrettably, I haven’t been to Montana yet, but my other books are set in my home state of Texas.

Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?

 I usually read a lot of fiction when I get stuck, and I’ll reread books on writing, plotting, etc. The best way I’ve found to get back that stuck phase is to just keep writing. And figure out what it is that made me stuck, because it’s usually something that needs changed.

Do you use visual aids (storyboards, Pintrest, collages) when plotting or writing?

 Yes! I always do a character collage before beginning my story, and it’s usually on a computer but I’m starting to do more freehand with paper. I use Pinterest a lot and have taken to using the storyboarding in Scrivener. Anything and everything I can get my hands on to increase my creativity.

What resources do you use for picking character names?

Sometimes I just know what I want a name to be, but my favorite resource is Babynames.com

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

Oh yes! I live on a small ranch and have cats, both indoor and out. I also have chickens (yes they are my pets). In the past, I have had ferrets and a dog, but never replaced my dog when she died.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

To be thoroughly entertained by my stories

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He has a shaded past…

Wesley Webb is at the pinnacle of his auto racing career when his main rival is murdered hours after their confrontation. That, along with evidence found at the scene, shades him as prime suspect. Now he’s under intense press scrutiny, particularly from Caitlyn Daniels, an ex-girlfriend who knows all about his secret past.

And she’s the one woman who could expose him…

Caitlyn thought to never see Wesley again. Now, his life could be in her hands. Ten years ago, a tragedy tore apart everything she held dear, including their relationship. When she’s assigned to do an exclusive story with the reluctant race car driver she once loved, she believes this could be her purging. But chemistry tears apart her resolve to stay strong. Can they work out their differences and fall in love again, or will tragedy keep them apart?

 

EXCERPT:

 

Wesley Webb turned his wheel to face the front straight, beginning the last lap of the race.

“You’re looking good,” his spotter, Derrick, affirmed through earplugs that had long-since burned a hole in his head. “Don’t push it. You need a good finish.”

Derrick knew him well enough to know he’d punish himself on the last lap and take chances he shouldn’t take. But a good finish wasn’t what it was about for him. It was about winning, and heading into turn two, Wesley was confident the win was his.

“Watch Armstrong to your left.”

Wesley’s palms sweat as he gripped the wheel. He imagined his car racing through the finish line—first. A few more seconds and that would become reality. His heart pounded and every beat seemed to pull Chad Armstrong closer. He held his breath, his pulse thrummed low as his mind reeled with all the consequences of all possible moves. He quickly exhaled, every exertion an effort to slow his rival’s advance.

“Focus, focus,” Wesley said as he let out a breath and took another one in, this time through his nose. Every nerve ending tingled in adrenaline and anticipation.

He was so ready to get out of this cage.

He bit his lip, concentrating in order to out maneuver Chad’s tricks as Chad nudged him closer to the wall. This game was getting old.

“You’re almost there,” Derrick cued. “Watch the wall.”

“Stay with me,” Wesley said to his car, to his spotter, to God, and to whoever the hell else wanted to listen.

He only needed to maintain the lead a few more seconds.

Derrick’s warning shrill was too late. Chad clipped the left quarter, spinning Wesley’s car out of control. He frantically tried to steer out of the skid. For a moment, control was within reach, until the tire’s sidewalls dug into the soft earth of the infield.

The car flipped.

Over and over.

He skidded to a stop upside down and watched Chad cross the finish line. Something he wouldn’t have a chance to do tonight.

“You okay?” That damned voice in his earplugs again, reminding him people were freaking out because he hadn’t come out of the car.

“Yeah.” No. Fury was a molten hole in his gut, eating its way into his throat.

He crawled out of the cage and pitched his helmet and earplugs to the ground. Firefighters rushed to douse the blaze, and troops surrounded him to assist him and his car out of the infield.

Fisting his gloved hands, he pushed through the men and focused on his main goal: get past that finish line.

Even though he’d be footing it tonight.

Adam, his crew chief, advanced on him. “Do you need an ambulance?”

“No.” He didn’t need an ambulance, he didn’t need sympathy, and he damn sure didn’t need anyone trying to comfort him with words.

Right now, vengeance was his only fuel.

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During her senior year in high school, Angela Smith was dubbed most likely to write a novel, and that has been my dream ever since her mother read ‘Brer Rabbit’ to her and her sister so often that they were able to recite it before being able to read. Before venturing into writing, she fell into the perfect job in criminal justice and later became a certified paralegal. When not caring for her small farm or spending time with her husband of two decades, she loves to craft, read, go off-roading, and dream of all the places she’ll visit one day.

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Guest Release–Nobody’s Baby by Carol Burnside

 

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She was the incubator, nothing more  until the parents died tragically. Now she’s having Nobody’s Baby.

For Kate, surrogacy seems like a great way to get tuition for her education. After putting her life on hold to raise and educate her two brothers, she’s desperate for freedom and a college degree that will secure her future. Weeks from realizing her dreams, a freak accident threatens everything.

Adopted into the Hawthorne family, Rio swore he’d never pass along the legacy of abuse from his father. Inheriting the Hawthorne heir forces him to become a parent. Convincing Kate to teach him infant care was easy. Proving his love isn’t her prison may be impossible.

EXCERPT:

Rio couldn’t figure Kate out. At first he’d thought her greedy, but she lived modestly and he saw no evidence of extravagance in her life. He would’ve thought she’d be happy to be pampered for awhile. Instead, she was fiercely independent and acted like they were punishing her.

He’d carried her into the house, glad the reporters were absent for once and not here as witnesses, and deposited her on her bed with the extra pillow elevating her feet. Following her instructions, he’d found her suitcase and opened it beside her, then proceeded to fetch the various items she called for. Surely she had enough stuff in that bag to last her a month of Sundays by now. “Is that everything?”

“Ah, no.” Kate’s gaze darted around the room, and he could swear her skin was pinker.

“Just point me in the right direction. What do you need?”

Her gaze bounced off him and wandered again. “Um … underwear.”

“Oh.” He stared at his feet, his mind racing for alternatives to her moving from the bed.

“I can get them. It won’t take but a second.”

“No way. Just watching you hobbling to the bathroom hurt me.” Hell. It was bad enough having to carrying her, feeling her soft breasts pressed against his chest, inhaling the feminine scent that was part soap, part shampoo, part essence of Kate. It had done strange things to his insides that he still hadn’t fully recovered from. He didn’t need to know what kind of things she wore closest to her soft, fragrant skin. “Tell me which drawer. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Good idea.” She beamed at him. “The top middle one in the dresser.”

Rio slid it out and off the track before his gaze dropped to its contents. Oh, man. He’d been in Africa too long, been without a woman way too long when the mere sight of bras and panties in a drawer made him imagine what they’d look like on a woman eight months pregnant. Never thought he’d see the day, but had to admit the mental picture wasn’t an unattractive one when the woman was Kate.

She cleared her throat, jolting Rio into realizing he’d been staring at the bits of silky scraps and lace. He shrugged, refusing to apologize for being male, and broke the silence with the first thing that came to mind. “You’re ankles are looking less painful.”

“See? I told you I just needed to put them up for a few minutes and they’d be fine. There’s no need for me to leave here.”

He sat the drawer beside her. “Whoa, now. I didn’t say they were fine, just better than before. Mom will have a fit if I don’t bring you back home with me.”

“But you don’t want me there any more than I want to go. Surely you can convince her this isn’t necessary.”

“I never said you weren’t welcome at Hawthorne House, and it is necessary. You can’t stay off your feet if you’re constantly having to get up for drinks and food and …” He forgot the last of his sentence when Kate’s chin wobbled and her eyes grew damp.

Damn. Her eyes had filled in the limo, and he’d had to fight back the same urge to fold his arms around her.

Before he could figure out the proper course of action, she bounced her fists off the mattress. “Augh. This is ridiculous. Women have babies all the time without going on bed rest and having people hovering over them. I’m not a hothouse flower and am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” She drew in a shuddery breath and released it though pursed lips, her eyes beseeching him to understand.

Rio had seen the same look of frustration recently, when a famous football player had been felled by heat stroke and had to adjust his safari plans around his health. Accustomed to being at the top of his game, he’d been a wounded bear for the duration of the trip. Kate was a runner, active and athletic. She’d already adjusted her life to provide James and Allie with the child they so craved. Cutting back on the most basic of activities had to be difficult.

“Under ordinary circumstances, I’m sure you manage just fine,” he assured her. “This situation is anything but. Your body is giving off warning signs. You need to heed them, and I can help. It’s my responsibility.” The weight of it hung on his shoulders, thick and ropelike, but the more time he spent with Kate, the less heavy it became. Maybe he was getting used to his fate.

Kate studied his face, then nodded. Blinking rapidly, she looked away and reached into the drawer only to withdraw empty fingers. “Don’t mind me. It’s not that I’m not grateful. It’s just that no one has offered to take care of me in a really long time. Losing control takes some getting used to.”

“I get that. The last few days I’ve felt like someone jerked a rug from under my feet, and I can’t get my balance.” He felt especially off-kilter around Kate. Unfortunately, he couldn’t avoid her.

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CAROL BURNSIDE: SIZZLING ROMANCE WITH HEART AND HUMOR

Carol is an award-winning author of contemporary sizzling romances, often with a generous dose of southern charm. She enjoys a second-chance-at-love story with her husband of over thirty years.

Writing as Annie Rayburn, she produces soft sci-fi and lite paranormal erotic romances.

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Guest Interview–Jacqueline Diamond

Welcome to today’s guest interviewee, Jacqueline Diamond, award-winning author of romance stories in multiple genres.

Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?

It varies. Often I start with a plot twist or premise, but since I’ve been writing a series (Safe Harbor Medical, from Harlequin American Romance), I often explore a character or relationship that’s developed previously, secondary to the main story of an earlier book. My March 2015 release, The Baby Bonanza, features a couple who started out loathing each other and gradually, during the previous two books, became housemates and prickly friends.

Is your writing style planned or freestyle?

Definitely planned. I jot down ideas, then think about the hero-heroine conflict and the major turning points. I organize these and write a synopsis for my editor. However, the story and characters almost always change during the writing, so I update and revise my plot as I work.

What is the starting point for research—story concept or when you get stuck while writing?

There’s a lot of research involved because I’m writing about doctors, nurses, ultrasound technicians and other medical personnel, as well as occasionally people in other professions. I did a lot of research  for my September 2014 novel, The Surprise Triplets, involving my hero, a family attorney, and his sister who was being sentenced to prison for robbery, leaving him to raise her daughter. I do as much research as possible in advance, because this helps determine the storyline, but often I find areas as I write that require further research.

Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?

For me, getting stuck almost always indicates that I’ve lost sight of something important or failed to develop something. I go back and reread what I’ve already written, plus review my plot outline. This has never failed me in 100 books so far.

Do you write in a genre other than the one of this release?

My 100 published books include romantic comedy, romantic suspense, medical romance, mystery, fantasy and even horror. I’ve contracted to write two more Safe Harbor Medical romances and then I plan to work on a mystery series, which I’ll probably self-publish.

Do you use visual aids (storyboards, Pintrest, collages) when plotting or writing?

It’s very helpful for me to cut out photos of models or actors to represent my main characters. This helps shape the development of their characters as well as reminding me of their appearance. I also draw maps of towns and other locales, and diagram the characters’ houses. I started doing this while writing a Gothic romantic suspense called Touch Me in the Dark where the hero and heroine rent rooms in a haunted house. About halfway through, I discovered that I’d conceived the action in ways that were physically impossible. I had to go back and draw a diagram, then revise the story.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

I find it moving to hear from readers who were encouraged, inspired or helped by one of my books. My goal is to provide both insight and encouragement—and, where appropriate, laughter.

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Five-year-old Spike wants fun-loving pediatrician Chad Markham, who just moved in next door, to be his daddy. But Spike’s Aunt Jill, who’s adopting her orphaned nephew, sees heartbreak ahead. Unable to bear children and still fragile after a painful divorce, she isn’t ready to fall in love with the handsome doctor. It’s surprising how one little boy, and Christmas, can bring a family together.

EXCERPT:

As soon as she turned into the mini-mall parking lot, relief swept through Jill. Spike’s head of shiny black hair glowed in the sunshine as he emerged from the parlor, blissfully licking a cone.

A man followed him out. Tall and lean, the newcomer had sun-warmed brown hair and a few crinkles around his eyes as he smiled down at the boy. The way the maroon sweater stretched across his muscular chest made it evident that he packed plenty of power.

Despite the stranger’s good looks, why was he buying her nephew a treat? Surely he realized that an unaccompanied child ought to be reported.

Jill’s throat went dry as the man caught Spike’s free hand and led him along the sidewalk. She was reaching for her cell phone when she remembered her concern about involving the police. Besides, there was no indication that the man had done anything wrong.

Gathering her courage, she stepped from the car and marched toward the duo. The closer she got, the less angry Jill became. Spike’s cocky manner of walking indicated he felt in charge of the situation, although that could be a delusion. However, his companion’s lopsided smile as he listened to the boy reinforced her impression that he was a good-hearted bystander.

“Hi,” Jill called. The pair stopped, and Spike presented a grin full of mischief.

“Ice cream!” he crowed. “It’s for my tonsils.”

“Your tonsils?” Jill repeated in confusion.

“They fell out,” the man said solemnly. At close range she saw that he had intelligent, gray-green eyes.

Unexpectedly, his assessing gaze made her aware of herself as a woman… aware of her hair falling softly to her shoulders, and of the silk blouse that clung to her body. Most of all, aware of the fact that it had been far too long since a man had studied her this intently.

What’s wrong with you? Hunger pangs, maybe. But the wrong kind of hunger.

“His tonsils fell out?” she repeated. “That’s a creative excuse for eating ice cream.”

“This isn’t ice cream,” her nephew said. “It’s frozen yogurt. Like you tell me to eat, Aunt Jill.”

The man’s expression darkened. She was trying to figure out what she’d done wrong, when he said, “Are you the person responsible for this little guy?”

“I’m his guardian,” she said cautiously.

“Don’t you know he’s too young to play unsupervised?” he demanded.

“Of course I know.” It had been a long day and she felt embarrassed about her initial attraction to this judgmental man. “I appreciate your looking after him,” Jill said crisply. “I’m well aware of my responsibilities, thank you. And I’d be happy to reimburse you for the frozen yogurt, Mr.—?”

“Doctor,” he said. “Dr. Markham. I’m a pediatrician.”

In spite of her annoyance, Jill was impressed by the man’s title. That fact made her even more determined to stand up to him. She’d spent four years of marriage being too awed by her dynamo husband to challenge him about anything. Never again.

“How much do I owe you?” To her chagrin, she realized she’d left her purse in the car. She didn’t need to admit that, though, until he named an amount.

“Nothing,” he said. “I only hope you’ve learned a lesson from this experience.”

Her cheeks flamed. “I certainly have. Next time, I’ll tell the baby-sitter to chain my nephew to a chair so he can’t wander off while she’s in the other room. That should take care of the problem.”

“There was a sitter? I assumed…” He stopped in confusion.

“Next time, take the trouble to ask.” Gripping Spike’s free arm, Jill led him toward the car without a backward glance. She doubted the arrogant Dr. Markham would be offering an apology, anyway.

Learn a lesson? She had, indeed. She’d learned which doctor not to request when she took Spike to the clinic.

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Jacqueline Diamond has published 100 novels, including romantic comedy, romantic suspense, fantasy, mystery and Regency romance. A two-time finalist for the Rita Award, Jackie received a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times and is a former reporter and TV columnist for the Associated Press. Her bestselling ebooks include By Leaps and Bounds, Designer Genes and A Lady’s Point of View. Jackie also writes the Safe Harbor Medical miniseries for Harlequin American Romance.

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Guest promotion–A Very Merry Superhero Wedding by Kitty Bucholtz

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Tori Lewis can hardly wait for her Christmas Eve wedding to handsome Joe Clarke. Joe expected to be a happy superhero bachelor for years to come, but he is determined to marry Tori, the woman he saved on Halloween. But she doesn’t know who he really is. How can he explain his life to a woman who doesn’t believe in superheroes? Meanwhile, the city is going through a Christmastime crime spree. Will it all come together without ruining the perfect Christmas wedding?

EXCERPT

TWO things always surprised Joe Clarke in December: the weather, and the people of Double Bay.

Some years the snow would start falling by Halloween. Thanksgiving would be a day to have a plan B in case you couldn’t make it to Grandma’s house due to blowing and drifting snow. And Christmas would be both beautiful and frustrating with every outing marred by icy roads and fresh piles of snow to clear off the car.

Other years, like this year, there were a few snow showers, but hardly any of the snow stuck to the ground. The ski slopes were covered with machine-made snow. Shopping and traveling were a breeze.

And tracking potential home invaders proved more difficult.

Ah, yes, the wonderful citizens of Double Bay constantly surprised him. The young man he tracked now — that is, that his alter ego Superhero X tracked — really put the “dumb” in dumbed down. Not only was he peeking in windows in the fading light of the afternoon rather than waiting for the full dark that would fall over the city by dinnertime, but he wasn’t paying attention to the security signs.

This particular yard sported a bold red and white sign near the front door — MGV Security. The sign wasn’t hidden by snow either. What, did the guy think it was a Christmas decoration? Superhero X shook his head and waited. When the young man took out a pocket knife and pried the screen off one of the windows, Superhero X moved closer and cleared his throat.

The man jumped and dropped his knife. His eyes widened as he looked up — way up — into the superhero’s face. “Oh! I-I-I was just…I mean, I…I live here…”

X raised his eyebrows skeptically. “What’s your address?”

“It’s, uh, let me think, I just moved here and…” The man looked around the yard and at the other houses nearby, searching for a helpful clue.

Taking a long black zip tie from a pocket of his super suit, X gestured. “Hands.”

The man sighed heavily and sagged against the siding. “You’re not going to call the cops, are you?” He held out his hands. “I didn’t take anything.”

X tied the man’s hands, then pressed a button on the wrist of his suit. “Superhero X to dispatch,” he said. He gave the address, dispatch assured him that a police car would be there soon, then he marched the would-be Christmas thief to the sidewalk.

Pressing another button, he winced at the time. He’d have to hurry home to change after the police picked up the wannabe burglar. His fiancée, Tori Lewis, would be waiting for him — that is, for Joe — to pick her up from her last day at work. He didn’t live far from here since this was his regular patrol neighborhood, but he still wanted to hurry.

Superhero X kept his facial expression impassive, but on the inside he could feel a grin. In five days, on Christmas Eve, he would finally marry the girl he rescued Halloween night. He could hardly wait.

Afraid a smile would break through and spoil his stern superhero expression, he brought his mind back around to work. He pressed a different button on his wrist and recorded a message with the time, the date, and the address of the house that had been broken into. Someone at MGV Security would get the information and call the homeowner to make a report.

“Someone” who was not Joe Clarke. MGV Security was a real security firm, but it was also Joe’s cover job. A cover job from which he was technically on vacation for the next two weeks. Owned and operated by Joe’s friend and fellow superhero Mickey Valient, a.k.a. Tick Tock, MGV provided professional security services to all of its clients, but there were also more…discreet…services they provided the city.

A snowball whizzed overhead.

Superhero X turned to look down the sidewalk. Two boys around eight or ten years old stood frozen in their snow suits, mouths gaping. They’d collected what little snow was on their lawn and made a half dozen little snowballs, piled at their feet. X smiled and gave them a little salute. They whooped and jumped up and down. X grinned. He loved his job.

A Double Bay police car pulled up to the curb. Time to finish up work for the day and hightail it over to get his girl.

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TORI Lewis felt butterflies square-dancing in her stomach. In a few minutes, she’d be off work to finish planning her wedding — and then she’d be away on her honeymoon. It almost didn’t seem real.

For the last ten years or so, she had lived a quiet, semi-solitary life. Her mother Dixie and older sister Lexie were living proof that women in her family didn’t make good choices when it came to men. Dixie’s marriage to Tori’s biological father had ended so badly that Dixie was still angry about it nearly twenty-five years later, even though her second marriage to Danny Lewis was filled with love and respect. Lexie had finally turned her life around a few years ago and found a “good” man to share it with. Then he broke it off and left when he found out she was pregnant. With those examples always on her mind, Tori had been afraid to chance the heartbreak and disaster she was sure would accompany a profession of love.

Until now.

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Kitty Bucholtz grew up forty miles east of Traverse City, Michigan—a town that is a smaller but surprisingly similar version of Double Bay, Michigan, the setting of this book. As far as she knows, there are no super villains in Traverse City, but they have super pie.

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Guest promotion–Book of Love by Constance Bretes

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A librarian, a mechanic, and a psychotic ex. What could go wrong?

When her marriage came to a devastating end, Janice Meyers moved to Montana to try to escape her past and get a fresh start. She’s sworn off men, but she didn’t anticipate meeting Chris.

After the death of his wife, Chris Jamisen focused all his time and energy on running his auto repair shop and raising his children. He’s not looking for love, and when he first meets Janice, the town’s new librarian, he never imagines they might embark on a relationship. Sure, he’ll admit he finds the smart, sexy blonde attractive, but the frustrating woman expects miracles from him. Her vehicle is practically beyond repair, but she insists he has to keep it running.

As Chris gets to know Janice, he begins to develop feelings for her, but he’s reluctant to pursue a relationship. He’s Native American, and he worries about the complications of a biracial relationship. He’s experienced prejudice first hand, so he knows how difficult it can be.

When Janice’s ex-husband shows up seeking revenge, things could reach a horrible end. Will Chris save Janice in time? And will he and Janice be able to set aside their painful pasts and give their relationship a chance?

EXCERPT:

Janice had butterflies in her stomach as five o’clock came and Chris arrived at the library.

“Hi, Chris,” Janice said.

“Hello. What’s this all about?” he asked pensively.

“I wanted to take you downstairs to the basement and show you something,” she said.

They walked down the stairs, Chris following Janice. When she turned on the light a rat slithered across the floor, and she let out a shriek. Chris looked around the room.

“We have all these books here,” Janice said. She lifted one of the old books and opened it to the pages and within where some were eaten away. “The vermin and bugs have been attacking these, and in some cases, the books have disintegrated. See here? This is a book about Colstrip back in the 1800s and we can’t even open the book to read it because it has totally disintegrated inside. Some of these books are real gems. This is one of a first edition, Samuel Clemens, do you know of him?”

“No.”

“His pen name is Mark Twain. He wrote Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.”

“Oh,” Chris replied.

“Look at his book. It’s totally destroyed, and it would have been worth a lot of money now, if it had survived.”

Janice went over to the ladder and stepped up on it to show Chris the books on the top shelf. The ladder gave way, and she came crashing down. Chris caught her before she fell to the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his tone.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” She put her feet on the floor and turned, facing Chris, her breasts against his chest. His arms were around her waist, holding her tightly. His breath mingled with hers, and he was looking down at her lips.

Oh, she wanted him to kiss her. Please, please kiss me. The sweet, intoxicating musk of his body overwhelmed her. He bent slightly toward her, and his lips touched hers softly. She kissed him back, lingering, savoring every moment. She felt the kiss all the way through her body as she put her arms around him. A loud rustling noise broke their kiss with a start.

Chris looked around and saw that there were rats in the corner rattling paper. He turned back to her. “Are we finished here?”

“Yes, I think we are.” Janice hoped she had convinced him that there was work to be done in the basement.

When they went upstairs, he turned around and asked her huskily, “What was the purpose of our little meeting, Janice?”

Janice thought about how she should answer the question then said, “I submitted the request to the mayor’s office for several things, and I heard that you would probably be the one person that would oppose spending any money for the project I’m suggesting, so I wanted to show you the benefit of my proposal and the problems we are faced with currently.”

Chris had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at her. “Good persuasion, Janice. Does that include the kiss too?”

Janice looked down at her feet, embarrassed. “No, the kiss was not part of the persuasion. At least, not on my part.”

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Guest release–Of Love and Vengeance by Louise Lyndon

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BLURB:

Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her nephews survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for so many deaths. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves.  But will Laila really let Aymon die once she learns the truth?

A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?

EXCERPT:

Laila heard them long before she saw them. Their angry, frenzied shouts and thunderous roars filled her ears. With her hands tied securely behind her, she was dragged up the lane toward Tyburn Gallows, where she was to be hanged for a crime she did not commit. The mob sounded blood thirsty. Large. Frightening.

There was no sign of Aymon. Or Hugh. Had they left her alone to die?

Her chin trembled and her nails dug into her palms.

She suddenly fell to her knees and screamed until she tasted blood at the back of her throat. She kicked out and tried to crawl free as her hair was almost torn from the roots as she was pulled up and shoved along the lane.

Her eyes burned with her tears.

“I am innocent!” Laila screamed.

They came around a corner, and that’s when she saw them. There must have been a least two thousand men, women, and children, hungry for her blood. And when they saw her, they erupted into a wild fever of roars and cries for a slow and painful death. Their thirst had been piqued, and now it must be sated.

Laila was shoved into the center of the clearing.

She glanced wildly around in a desperate search for Aymon’s towering, bulky frame. She could not see him.

But what she could see was the Tyburn Tree. The gallows she was to be hanged from. The executioner, hooded, stood beside the tree as he waited patiently for her. Laila’s mouth suddenly went dry.

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Louise grew up in Australia before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia. In 2013 Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing Contest – Historical Romance Category –for her story, The Promise, which has since been retitled as, Of Love & Vengeance. When not writing, she can be found crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls!

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Guest interview–Geralyn Corcillo

Hi Linda! What a treat this holiday season to be featured on your delightful blog. Thank you so much for having me here today! And I love to connect with readers, so I will be around all day to comment and chat. Take it away, Linda!

Hi, Geralyn! Let’s cut right to the heart of the matter. What is the logline that best describes your writing?

Drum roll, please…With humor, heart, and high jinks, Geralyn Corcillo writes about women who try not to trip as they march to their own bongo beat.

Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?

That tiniest spark of an idea that catches my attention and grows into a story could be almost anything about a character or plot, depending on the project. Miss Adventure started with the idea of Lisa,  a spastic scaredy-cat who desperately wants to get brave. The plot of my short story “All Summer on a Date” came to me late one rainy night as my husband and I patrolled the streets looking for a lost dog. (We found him and brought him home safe and sound 2 days later.) For my next romantic comedy novel Queen of the Universe, plot and character came to me simultaneously when I was thinking, for no particular reason, about the movie Table for Five which I had seen about, oh, twenty-five years ago. The movie is all about Jon Voight’s character and how he deals with a tragedy, but suddenly I thought, what about Richard Crenna’s character? What the heck happened to him and his life after the tragedy and so much loss???? And thus was born the hero Arlen Black from Queen of the Universe.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

I want them to enjoy the read. Whether they laugh uproariously or giggle a little, curl their toes and sigh, cringe then read maniacally to see how things work out – I want them to enjoy themselves. I hope they want to pick up the book for the pleasure it will bring. That’s what reading has been for me throughout my life, and that is what I want to do for other people. I can still remember sitting at a high school play when I was in 9th grade, desperate to get home to see what was going to happen between Anne of Greene Gables and Gilbert. I remember when I was even younger, sitting on the patio steps reading The Land of Oz. It started raining, and I can still see the drops hitting the page in front of me. But I didn’t care, I didn’t move. I just wanted to stay exactly where I was in the land of Oz. When I read in a reader review that someone couldn’t put down Miss Adventure, I am over the moon!

Describe a normal writing day (or period, if you have other employment obligations.

When I get a sec, I sit my butt in my desk chair and write. Some days, I will have all day to write but get very little done because I am just not feeling it. Other times, I am struck with an idea or the mojo to write and I sit down and start pounding away at the keys until I have to go to sleep or to my day job or take a shower or feed the cat. Seriously, it amazes me that I ever wrote even one book! We all have such busy, fractured lives with so many responsibilities pulling us this way and that. But don’t let that stop you if you want to write! Find pockets of minutes folded between the socks and towels or precious moments when everyone else is asleep – salvage what you can and work it! Give yourself permission to work on something that might not be finished for years, just always be working on it – even in little snippets – and you will be living your dream.

What are your hobbies away from writing?

Watching British mysteries! I LOVE Masterpiece Mystery – Inspector Lewis, Sherlock, and Zen are among my all-time favorites. My husband and I are also huge NY Giants fans. What can I say? I married into a Big Blue family and I’m loving every minute. I also spend a lot of time helping the homeless and cleaning up litter.

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

Something pretty cool happened to me this spring that perfectly explains my relationship to the animals in my life: I won Writing Superhero of the Day from The Masquerade Crew, when they were running an A to Z challenge for “Authors Who are More Than Just Writers.” Someone else had to nominate you, and here is the nomination that my husband Ron wrote that won me Superhero of the Day for the letter F:

“F is for Feral- Geralyn Corcillo is a writer by day, but by night, she’s a hero, roaming the streets of Los Angeles and rescuing her damsels in distress: feral cats. She catches them and whisks them off to the clinic for spaying or neutering.  If they’re tame she’ll find them homes; the ferals she’ll release, feeding them and watching over them like Batman guarding Gotham City. She’s even spent her nights staking out a cat colony to catch a villain who was shooting the cats. She may write about characters who struggle to find courage, but Geralyn Corcillo has plenty of her own.”

Thank you, Linda! This has been so much fun!

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BLURB for Miss Adventure: A Romantic Comedy

When a freak fast-food accident almost kills scaredy-cat Lisa Flyte, she decides it’s time to get a backbone and really start living out loud. But how is a shrinking violet like Lisa supposed to get tough all of a sudden after a lifetime of watching from the couch?

Jack Hawkins, that’s how. When Lisa finds out that the outdoor extremist needs a clueless urbanite to test his top-secret line of adventure gear for beginners, she gets the most outlandish idea of her life: she will be his undercover test dummy if he helps her become brave on their adventures in the wild.

They strike a deal. But can Lisa use her blossoming outdoor moxie to become the alpha hero of her everyday life? Will she find the grit to pursue a career she really wants or the nerve to stand up to her bullying family? And will she get gutsy enough to go after Jack? He’s a man who’s not afraid of anything…except maybe falling for Lisa.

**Previously published as She Likes It Tough and She Likes It Rough by GVR Corcillo.

EXCERPT

“Oh, God!” I shriek. “We’re crashing!”

“We are NOT crashing.” Jack’s voice is level and stony.

“We’re not?”

“Damn! I knew you were all wrong for this.”

“All wrong? No, I’m not!” I stiffen my spine, sitting up as tall as I can. “I can do this. I AM doing this!”

Jack looks away. “I better just take you home.”

“No!”

“Yes. You said this was what you wanted, but clearly you don’t want to be here.”

“Yes I do! I can do this and I will.”

“Okay.” In a flash, he rips off his headphones and mine, snaps open his seatbelt and mine, and pulls me against him as he stands.

“Hey!”

Jack turns me around and wraps his arms just under my ribcage. I figure out what he’s doing just as the helicopter banks sharply.

Out we go, tumbling backwards through space.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

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*Best Humor Book 2013 –Rebecca’s Reads Choice Awards

*Best Indie Book 2013 –Rebecca’s Reads Choice Awards

*Book Buyer’s Best Finalist 2014

*Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter Finalist 2014

“Jack and Lisa are hilarious together. Jack and Lisa have great chemistry together. If you want a book with romance, comedy, and adventure, then this is the book for you.” – Bookroom Reviews

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When she was a kid, Geralyn Vivian Ruane Corcillo wanted to one day become the superhero Dyna Girl. So, she grew up to rescue animals and constantly pick up litter. At home, she loves watching British mysteries and the New York Giants. Corcillo is a native of Scranton, Pennsylvania and now lives in North Hollywood with her husband Ron, a guy who’s even cooler than Kip Dynamite.

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Guest release–30 Seconds by Chrys Fey

When a woman finds herself in the middle of a war between a police force and the Mob, 30 SECONDS is a long time.

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When Officer Blake Herro agreed to go undercover in the Mob, he thought he understood the risks. But he’s made mistakes and now an innocent woman has become their target. He’s determined to protect her at all costs.

The Mob’s death threat turns Dr. Dani Hart’s life upside down, but there is one danger she doesn’t anticipate. As she’s dodging bullets, she’s falling in love with Blake. With danger all around them, will she and Blake survive and have a happy ending, or will the Mob make good on their threat?

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Excerpt:

She panted with fear. What if they see the chest? What if we get caught? What if my breath stinks and I’m breathing right into Officer Hottie’s face? She shut her mouth and let oxygen flow through her nose.

Her eyesight slowly adjusted to the darkness and she could see Officer Herro’s silhouette. His head was turned and he was listening to the thuds of heavy boots getting louder; the intruders were coming their way.

Then the thunder of footsteps sounded right next to them. “There’s no one here, Red,” someone announced.

“Look for documents,” a man ordered, who Dani could only assume was Red. “I want the name of the person I’m going to kill.”

A moment later, there was a reply. “All the mail is addressed to a Dr. Hart.”

Hearing her name said aloud by one of the men who had ransacked her place made her want to gasp. Her mouth fell open and her breath was reversing into her lungs, but before she could make a sound, Officer Herro lowered his lips to hers, silencing her. Stunned, she could only lie beneath him with her eyes wide and her body tense. She couldn’t believe he was kissing her. She wanted to push him back, but knew if she did he might hit the inside of the chest, giving away their hiding place. That was when she realized he was kissing her so she wouldn’t gasp.

She let her body relax. After her initial shock faded, she was able to feel his lips. They were comforting and caused a reaction deep inside her. She couldn’t stop her lips from reacting to his. It was an innocent connection, a soft touch of lips. Until his hand slid from her shoulder to her neck and the kiss deepened into something else.

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Chrys Fey is a lover of rock music just like Dani Hart in 30 Seconds. Whenever she’s writing at her desk, headphones are always emitting the sounds of her musical muses -especially that of her favorite band, 30 Seconds to Mars, the inspiration behind the title.

30 Seconds is her second eBook with The Wild Rose Press. Her debut, Hurricane Crimes, is also available on Amazon.

Discover her writing tips on her blog, and connect with her on Facebook. She loves to get to know her readers!

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Guest release–Beast Coast by J.C. McKenzie

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

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Blurb:

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick’s life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions.

Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late. This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none.

And she’s pissed.

Excerpt:

Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.

Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.

An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…

Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.

Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.

Come to me, Carus.

Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.

Underbrush rustled. There!

A flash of orange.

Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.

Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.

“Tagged you,” his whiskey voice crooned.

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

 

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