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Guest Release Promotion–Exactly Like You by Lori Sizemore

I wrote this book for people who have lived through what Aidan calls their “worst things” that’s ever happened to them and come out the other side whole or want to come out whole. I wanted to write about hope and courage and, most of all, love in the face of grief, sadness, and loss. And I wanted to do it with some humor and dignity for the characters.

Exactly Like You-June 26

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Former social worker Roxie Fisher believes she’s cursed to never find happiness. An invitation to Cupid’s Café isn’t going to change that. All the same, what else does she have to lose?

Widowed accountant-turned-firefighter Aidan Craig never turns down a dare. An invite to Cupid’s Café is an offer he can’t refuse. He never expected the social worker who helped him through his darkest days. Now she’s the one struggling and he’s compelled to help.

They experience an immediate attraction, but Aidan swore never off relationships and Roxie can’t imagine daredevil Aidan being interested in her. Will they both lose out on a chance at true love?

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EXCERPT

When they climbed into the truck, he started it and she turned to him, a frown puckering her brow. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not. You’ve been perfect. Why?”

“Because you’ve been really quiet since we started taking the camp apart. Is something bothering you?”

I might’ve screwed up and fallen for you. But, he couldn’t say that. He still didn’t know what to do and he didn’t want to lead her on. Wasn’t that what he’d been doing, though?

The first time they made love, it just happened. But, after that? He’d been actively pursuing her since then, trying to seduce her, to prove to her he wanted her.

Even though it would make him a lousy human being, he wished he could say it was because she’d presented him with a challenge. But that wasn’t it at all, no matter what he’d tried to tell himself.

He glanced over at her. “Nothing wrong here.”

Reaching over, he switched on the radio and they listened in silence for the better part of forty-five minutes.

They’d be at her house soon. She sat on her hands, looking down at her feet. She looked uncomfortable, and that was his fault. He hadn’t said a damn thing to her the whole way home.

When they arrived at her parents’ house, Aidan climbed out of the truck and fished her backpacks from the back of the truck.

“It’s fine. I can carry those,” she said.

“I’m taking them in for you, Rox. No arguments.”

“But… then I’ll have to introduce you to my parents.” She glanced back at the house, then back at him, shuffling her feet.

“So, let’s go. What’s your mom’s name?” He started up the concrete walk leading to the front porch, expecting her to follow.

“Meredith.” She hadn’t moved.

“What are you waiting for?”

“An act of God. Earthquake, volcano. A lightning bolt or something showy.”

He went back to her, put a hand on the small of her back and gave a nudge. “Come on. What about your dad?”

“Oh, you can’t meet my dad. Like, literally. He doesn’t talk to me, so if I take you in there, plant you in front of the TV and say, ‘Daddy, this is Aidan, the man I’ve been sleeping with,’ he’ll nod and say, “Uh-huh.’ There’s no point.” She stopped halfway up the walk.

“Why doesn’t your dad talk to you?”

“It’s complicated. He doesn’t know how to handle me being depressed. So, he… doesn’t handle it at all.”

It wasn’t that something seemed off here, it was all a little screwy. Like he wasn’t seeing the whole picture, just bits and pieces. He took her by the arm and tugged a little. “I’m carrying your backpack inside. Let’s go.”

“I carried it out of the house without your help when we left.”

“You weren’t my girlfriend then.”

She stopped, and even him pulling on her arm didn’t budge her. “So, I’m your girlfriend now?”

He inhaled, ready to deny it, to say he’d misspoke, but the words didn’t come. His lungs deflated like a balloon. Yeah, that’s pretty much where things stood. And maybe that wasn’t so awful. Maybe it could even be a good thing. “I… Let’s just get you inside. I want to meet your mom.”

Just then, an older woman stepped out on the porch. She looked like Roxie, with the curls and the green, almond shaped eyes. “Come on in, you two. You’ve been creeping up the sidewalk for ages.”

Roxie’s legs started working again, and Aidan followed her up on the porch. Her mom wrapped an arm around Roxie’s waist and pulled her close.

“Aidan, this is my mom, Meredith. Mom, this is my friend, Aidan Craig.” He couldn’t help but notice she didn’t call him her boyfriend. He should’ve talked to her before declaring them in a relationship, he knew that.

Meredith held out a hand to him and he shook it. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fisher.”

“Oh Lord, don’t call me that. Meredith is just fine.”

“Meredith.” He gave a nod and a smile, while he berated himself internally. Why had he called Roxie his girlfriend? Because that’s what they’d been acting like, maybe. They’d made love again just hours ago. In a world where he hadn’t lost his wife, where he hadn’t sworn to never become involved with anyone again, he’d be happy to call her that. Now, it made him happy, but it also scared him.

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Lori Sizemore-June 26

Lori Sizemore writes sexy and snarky romantic comedy. She adores all things story and geeks out about craft books, writing classes, and how-to blog posts daily.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family, playing video games, or crocheting. Sometimes all three at once, as she’s a master multi-tasker.

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Guest release—Double Trouble by Darcy Flynn

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From the first moment coffee mogul, Will Carrington, gazes into the fiery, green eyes of Clare Sullivan, he’s hit with the feeling she does not like him. Not. One. Little. Bit. Used to being the proverbial prize by some gorgeous gold-digging fortune hunter, he’s learned to be careful. But with his hunter instincts now on high alert, he’s determined to find out the why behind her stormy-eyed glances.

Top home designer, Clare Sullivan, wants absolutely nothing to do with arrogant, self-assured Will Carrington, especially after he called her half-sister a gold digger. When she gets the opportunity to design his multi-million dollar Miami penthouse, she arrives at his office ready to decline his offer, and to tell him exactly what she thinks of his cruel and un-warranted comments.

While there, she overhears his one-sided phone conversation, which seems to further insult her sister. Assuming the worse, Clare makes the rash decision to accept the job and charge him a fortune in the process. Someone needs to teach him a lesson and what better way than with a swift kick in his wallet.

Since she and her sister have different surnames, Clare conveniently hides the connection to her sister. But while she works with Will, she discovers another side to this self-assured, woman-hater. A Jekyll to his Hyde. Charming and professional, he’s nothing like the man she’s heard about. What she doesn’t know is Will Carrington has a few secrets of his own.

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EXCERPT

“You look like you could use a drink.” Will splashed gold liquid into a glass and handed it to her.

“No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” He sat down opposite her and crossed one leg over the other. Sipping his whiskey, he gave her look for look. “You know, I can do this all day and night.”

“So what? Does that mean I’m not allowed to sleep while I’m here?”

“Of course you’ll be allowed to sleep. As many nights here as it takes.” He grinned, knowing full well it would infuriate her even more.

She raised her chin a fraction. “You’re hateful. But with your history, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Finally, we seem to be getting somewhere. And we have a history?”

She dropped her gaze from his and stared at his chest.

“Please, enlighten me?” While he waited for a response, he swirled the tumbler in his hand, causing the ice cube to clink against the glass.

Her long lashes fluttered against her cheek, making her appear nervous, which he highly doubted.

“Why don’t you just spit it out?” he said. “While I’m in a listening mood.”

She raised her eyes to his. “I have something to say to you, all right. But I will pick the time and the place to do it.”

“Ah, a woman who takes control. I like that.”

Her sparkling eyes clouded with doubt and uncertainty. She was finding him hard to read. For the moment, that suited him just fine. A woman with her designs needed to be kept on her toes. Poetic justice, as he’d had to learn the art of being unreadable because of women like her.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll start.” He set his tumbler on the side table, never taking his eyes from her face. “You’ve disliked me from the first day I met you. Like most men, I have the hunter instinct. And you, my dear Miss Sullivan, with your glittering, green, accusatory eyes, tossed me a dare I frankly couldn’t ignore. And whether you believe it or not, what you said to me was ‘come and get me.’”

Her expressive eyes flared.

“I did no such thing. I wanted nothing to do with you. You two-faced, arrogant…” She looked him up and down. “You and your hurtful, callous words.”

Clare puffed up, reminding him of a threatened parrot.

He stared at her, dumbfounded as to what she could be talking about. This was getting more and more interesting. He picked up his glass and eyed it. “To my recollection, I’ve seldom, if ever been the callous type.”

“You know what they say.” She shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”

Her sassy, bravado act came across purely as self-preservation, and there was something poignant in that. What was it about her that could both irritate and tug on his heartstrings all at the same time?

She blinked and glanced toward the door.

“Waiting for reinforcements?”

Her eyes widened a fraction.

“I thought so.” He shook his head. “No one’s coming. It’s just you and me.”

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Darcy Flynn is known for her heartwarming, sweet contemporary romances. Her refreshing storylines, irritatingly handsome heroes and feisty heroines will delight and entertain you from the first page to the last. Miss Flynn’s heroes and heroines have a tangible chemistry that is entertaining, humorous and competitive.

Darcy lives with her husband, son, two English Setters and a menagerie of other living creatures on her horse farm in Franklin, Tennessee. She raises rare breed chickens, stargazes on warm summer nights and indulges daily in afternoon tea.

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Release Day for Hauntings In The Garden, Vol. II

An anthology of Halloween-themed stories published by The Wild Rose Press

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Unlocked Treasure by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Aleen MacRae resists the lure of the sea. But when her interest is caught by a man she sees both in person and in a dream, she is afraid that her future is tied to the sea.

Braden Williams hunt for buried treasure brings him to Aleen. Collaboration on genealogy research draws them closer, and Braden steers her toward his true passion—sailing.

Will Aleen play things safe or accept what this free-spirited man offers?

Love Her Like the Devil by Stacy Dawn

A chance meeting in a honky tonk on Halloween finds Luke in the arms of a brown-haired beauty. But if the stories he overhears are true, she may be far more than she seems…and he’s more than ready to find out.

Caper Magic by Veronica Lynch

P.I. Nick Forrester has tracked a woman on the run to Cape Brendan. Within days he is confronted by Annunciata Doyle, a vivid reminder of a pain-filled past.

On the shores of Lake Ontario, Nunie Doyle has earned the love and respect of new friends and neighbors—and put her talent for helping women to good use.

Together again, Nicke and Nunie discover a side of each other that has them considering drastic changes for the rest of their lives. Is it madness or Caper Magic?

ShriekWeek by Anne Knol

Two problems threaten Maggie Ballater’s new career as Island events organizer. One is the inexplicable murder of the lead actor in her Halloween pageant. The other is a dangerously attractive guitarist, Bram Jenkins, who brings back memories she’d rather forget. Is his interest in her real, or is he stalking her with a more sinister motive?

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Guest Release–Grandma Must Die by Maureen L. Bonatch

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She’s a witch hunting a spell. He’s hunting witches and falling for her.

Carman has worn out more towns and last names than impractical shoes protecting the secret of her magic blood. But when a friend goes missing, and another is infected with a deadly spell, Carman must choose. Expose her magic blood by curing the spell—or stop the infection from spreading by killing the source…the grandmother.

Magic bounty hunter Dylan has scoured libraries of banned magic paraphernalia seeking a method to distinguish genuine witches from impersonators. He suspects unorthodox librarian Carman might hold this information tighter than the hair he’s dying to unleash from her bun. With a past as hidden as his sleeve of tattoos, Dylan discovers he’s been used to gain Carman’s trust and their passion risks more than mixing mortals and magic.

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EXCERPT

…once she’d started Carman couldn’t stop,

the book beckoned. Pressing its spine against her palm, begging her to search within the pages to find the answers she’d unconsciously sought her entire life. As she lifted the book, her scalp tingled and her hair elevated like a halo.

“Whoa.” Dylan shielded himself with his hands. “Put it back, slowly, because this is reminding me too much of the incident with the chest. Having my apartment blown up from magic isn’t covered in my rent.”

The plastic evaporated in a puff of smoke in Carman’s hands and the book unsealed with a sigh. She smiled, the welcoming warmth emanating from within its pages against her palms. Why had Mother kept her from this? This is what she’d been waiting for.

As curiosity overtook his common sense, she detected Dylan’s cautious approach. He stood close enough to peer over her shoulder into her book, but far enough away to avoid touching her.

After the shockwave the last time their skin met, he probably worried he’d ruin another pair of pants. Carman closed her eyes, absorbing the power from the book. The delicious feeling evoked a sensation like melting chocolate, sweet and satisfying.

“I remember hearing about her, Esmeralda Wrath. I wonder if this was her book?” Dylan’s warm breath caressed her shoulder.

Carman opened her eyes and examined the page. To stare right at a photo of the most powerful witch of all time…her grandmother.

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Envisioning magic and mayhem within the everyday, and long walks in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania spawned Maureen’s love of writing. She pens stories boasting laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world.

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Guest Promotion–Love Elixir Antidote


Happy Book Birthday to Love Elixir Antidote!



Love Elixir Antidote
The Adventures of Sonny the Scoundrel
Genre: Fantasy (Satire/Humor)
by Sonny Zae
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: April 20, 2015
Keywords: Fantasy, Medieval, Satire, Humor, Fantasy Adventure, Romantic Comedy

Sonny the Scoundrel lives with Grandpap, the wizard in their rustic village of Sow’s Teat.  Sonny is dashing and handsome, but his reputation is widely known.  When a former flame announces her marriage to a suitor from a distant city, he knows it will be a grand affair attended by visitors from far beyond their village—including young maidens who are unaware of his dubious reputation. 

Since the visitors will include his favorite type of maidens—those he can romance and never see again, he nicks a love elixir from Grandpap in advance of a big wedding,.  Sonny is confident he can charm any of the visiting maidens without need of the love elixir, but why work harder than necessary?  

When he adds too much love elixir to a girl’s cup, Sonny discovers making her fall out of love with him is much harder than he imagined.  Unfortunately, there is no love elixir antidote and Sonny must use his wits to wriggle out of her clinging claws.

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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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