L. Simpson will be awarding an e-copy of Beyond Today + $10 Boroughs Bucks to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. L. Simpson will be awarding an e-copy of Beyond Today + $10 Boroughs Bucks to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. WRONG BEFORE IT'S RIGHT Read an Excerpt: “That’s enough for today, you can put your shoes on.” Her words confirmed that the door was firmly shut. I set about doing as I was told, trying to find a way to get that warm look back in her eyes. I felt like today was the day to push it. She had let down her defences, if only for a moment, and I’d had enough waiting. “So,” I said, moving in to stand close enough I could smell her. Shit. That sexy aroma would stay with me all day. “The answer is no, again,” she muttered, not looking up from her device. “You don’t know what I was going to ask.” “Yes I do. You are going to ask me out for a drink or dinner. Again. And I am going to blow you off. Again.” “And what if I have a different sort of proposal?” “Will it end up with you asking me out?” she asked on a sigh but looked up at me with her big eyes partially hidden by her dark hair dancing across her brow and falling at her cheek. This look, the dancing spitfire eyes, a smirk on her mouth, head tilted to the side exposing her neck and shoulder as she waited to pounce on my next words, was one of my favourites. It’s what I conjured when I took care of myself lying in bed, in the shower… Enough. “Well, that would be up to you. If you want to go out after, then sure, but I don’t do relationships,” I told her, unable to hide my grin as her brows furrowed. “After what?” she asked, trying to look bored and failing. I could see the heat in her cheeks as she figured it out. I stepped closer, forcing her back, and she ended up against the shelves. About the Author: As a girl growing up in Australia, Laura was lost in the world of Anne of Green Gables and Little Women. During high school, volleyball dominated her life. There had to be something positive about being 6’1” with red hair. Representing Australia from a young age she eventually took a scholarship at the University of Iowa. Living in America and being a full time athlete in a college town was an eye-opening experience and lots of fun (from what she can remember). #gohawkeyes Returning from the States, her career took a different turn as she started working at the Red Cross and completed her Masters of Law in Human Rights. As one of the few non-lawyers in the class, her essays were far more floral than the rest, something that caused the discerning professors to shake their heads. Through working and studying, she realised there are other ways to win hearts and minds. While she’s spent the last 14 years as an advocate against poverty and homelessness, the desire to change the world through storytelling has only got stronger. She now lives in the Alpine Valleys of North East Victoria, Australia with her husband, daughter, son, two dogs and seven chooks. When she’s not doing the whole mum thing, working at a homelessness agency, renovating her farmhouse, or trying to do laundry bleary-eyed at midnight, she is writing. Say G’day to Laura: website: http://www.lsimpsonauthor.com facebook: http://www.facebook.com/l.simpson.romance twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ladyporepunkah instagram: http://www.instagram.com/lsimpsonauthor linkedin: http://www.linkedin.com/in/laura-simpson-47278971 Buy Link: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Good-Trouble-Alpine-Valleys-Book-ebook/dp/B07Q373CLR/ref=sr_1_1 a Rafflecopter giveaway
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. From the first, Michael Faolan and Natalie Terrence knew they were destined to be Lycan mates, but constant danger in Michael's life keeps them separated. They are stalked by the hunters, a group of men who plan to eradicate all Lycan as vermin. Natalie refuses to acknowledge the bond that she has with Michael until hunters burn down his barn and he is gravely injured. She cannot resist his call, even with the threat hanging over his head. Michael Faolan has secrets of his own, but he is happy to accept Natalie's ministrations. Their attraction ignites into flames of passion as they continue to fight the hunters. Could his secrets dampen the hunger Natalie feels for her mate, or can they use that desire to build a family and forge a love so strong no man, woman, or beast can tear them apart? Read an Excerpt: Pale moonlight descended over Heather Ridge, adding a menacing air to its aged appearance. Her eyes slowly lifted to the second-floor windows as she thought of Michael. He dominated her every moment and had secretly become her own private obsession. She felt his eyes. She sensed his presence. Silver orbs gazed back from the dingy, dark windows. Her hand involuntarily came up to rub the base of her throat. She couldn’t look away, spellbound in the moment. Her feet refused to move. It felt like forever passed when the outline of his body finally turned away from the window. Natalie’s nervous laugh broke the eerie silence of the twilight. The porch light turned on at that exact moment, and she jumped. Her breath caught in her lungs and she doubled over gasping for air. She chided herself for being afraid and shook her head. She was Lycan, a predator, and she belonged in the night, but the wind refused to support her confidence as it moaned through the forest. Natalie shivered and rubbed her arms as gray fog leaked from the forest. It swirled around the corners of the house just as her feet climbed to the top of the limestone steps. She stopped only for a moment and watched with wide eyes as it creeped slowly up the steps behind her. With her back against the front door, she turned the door knob. The front door creaked as she pushed it open then slammed shut with a loud bang. About the Author: Kristal Dawn Harris is an American author, born in Middletown, Ohio, on August 16, 1970. She currently resides in Ohio with her husband. Kristal has been married for 27 years and has two children. She graduated from Carlisle High School in 1988, then furthered her education at Miami University. She has a business degree in Accounting Technology. Kristal spent twenty years working as an Office Coordinator in the hospital until she released her debut novel, “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds,” through The Wild Rose Press. In 1999, Kristal suffered a debilitating disease called “Guillain-Barre Syndrome.” This rare disease damaged the nerves in her body requiring the use of drop-foot braces in order to walk. Kristal considers herself a survivor and encourages anyone with a disability to follow their dreams. Kristal has one more book contracted with The Wild Rose Press which will release in 2019. She is considered a hybrid author since she published “Hand-Carved Wolf” on her own. Kristal is an avid reader who enjoys romance from all genres, but paranormal is her favorite. CURRENT BOOKS BY KRISTAL DAWN HARRIS The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds Hand-Carved Wolf The Rings of Faolan-Rubies The Burn The Red Heart UPCOMING RELEASES Red Snowflakes Website: http://www.kristalharris.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kristal081670 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kristalharrisauthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kristaldawnharris/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18576974.Kristal_Dawn_Harris All Author: https://allauthor.com/author/kristaldawnharris/ Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kristal-Dawn-Harris/e/B07HP1YKMM/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07QZM5838/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4 a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. K.S. David will award a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Quinn McGuire is settling into her new life just fine. She's moving beyond the trauma of her past. She's fallen in love with her best friend, Jack Lassiter, and slowly rebuilding the career she'd once abandoned. Then her old nemesis is arrested for murdering her husband. To the surprise of everyone, Glenda Penderherst wants Quinn to represent her as legal counsel. Quinn doesn't do criminal defense anymore. Nope, she's focusing on areas a little more refined - less drama. Read an Excerpt: Like before, the woods seemed to grow quiet and I got the feeling that we were being watched. Jack stopped. He turned around himself, studying the woods around us. “What am I going to find if I keep walking, Quinn?” Images from my earlier trek fired in my head. “It’s hard to explain. You have to see it for yourself.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. With everything going on, Jack had little time to waste tripping through the woods with me. He had reporters camped out at the station, a contingent of council members who were growing increasingly angry and unsupportive about the murder, and now I’d roped him into hunting down Naomi’s spook. “You smell that?” Jack asked. “It gets worse,” I said. “I may not be able to go all the way in with you.” I gave my belly a little pat. “Strong smells set me off.” A few more feet and Jack let go of my hand so he could retrieve a kerchief from his pocket. “Saints alive!” he huffed. “It’s damned funky back here.” He offered the kerchief to me. “Use this,” he instructed, then tucked his face into the collar of his shirt. “What in the hell is that smell?” Suddenly, the tents came into view. Jack signaled me to stop. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “Is this it? Is that what you wanted to show me?” “Yeah.” My voice matched the caution of his tone. “I think someone’s been living here.” I pointed to the big tent. “There’s all kinds of stuff in there.” “Stay here.” Jack unfastened the release on his sidearm but didn’t move. He stood stock still, his eyes registering everything around us. “Don’t move,” he warned again. But, instead of heeding his warning, I stepped forward. “I’m going with you.” He swung around nearly colliding with me. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Don’t challenge me on this, Quinn. Just give me some distance. If something goes wrong – you run.” Jack didn’t like the scene any more than I had. Pausing at the edge of the clearing, he stood behind a large tangle of branches where he had a view of the entire site. Anyone looking toward the trees would have difficulty seeing him. I waited as Jack moved with catlike steps, cautiously picking up one foot and setting it down again as he moved forward. He slipped his gun out of the holster and eased tenuously toward the edge of the largest tarp. I heard the safety on his gun disengage and watched Jack fold his hands over the handle. “Police! Anybody inside?” Nothing. Pain shot through the palm of my hand. I’d been pressing my fingernails into my own flesh worriedly anticipating the worse. “Hey, anybody in there! Hayden County Police.” Jack’s voice echoed through the clearing, bouncing off the trees and shifted back to me. Blood thundered in my ears as my heartbeat quickened. I watched him step closer. He threw back the tarp on the larger tent. Quickly, he dropped to a low crouch and swiveled his gun from side to side before plucking his flashlight off his hip and inching closer. He stepped back and repeated the call at the smaller tent. “Now, do you see what I mean, Jack? It’s a mess back here.” He twisted around, locking angry, narrow eyes on me. “I thought I said for you to stay put!” he snapped. “That’s not exactly what you said. You told me not to follow you and to run if there was a problem.” He rolled his eyes but pushed his gun back into his holster. “Does Naomi ever walk out her back door? God! It smells like a dump site.” About the Author: K. S. David lives in the Mid-Atlantic with her husband, their three children and a menagerie of pets. New storylines are constantly running through her head. She keeps notebooks tucked in pockets of the car, the nightstand and makes voice recordings just about all day long. She's addicted to true life mysteries and crime shows, both of which marry well with a great romance. Some of her favorite things are long walks, reading in bed, baking and of course, writing her next novel. https://www.amazon.com/K.-S.-David/e/B00BP1U4BI https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6979268.K_S_David https://twitter.com/ksdavidromance https://www.facebook.com/ks.david.52 a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Debra Coleman Jeter will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Joy marries a widowed bank executive caught in an ethical dilemma and misreads his obvious frustration while struggling to integrate into her new family. Inspired in part by Love, Come Softly, this novel explores the challenges of second marriages and dealing with step-children during the crucial years of puberty and teenage angst. A college professor coming up shortly for the huge tenure decision, Joy finds herself falling apart as her career and her home issues deteriorate and collide. Read an Excerpt Though it was Saturday, Ray had gone in to work anyway, saying he had a lot of catching up to do. Joy resisted the urge to flee to her own office, where stacks of papers and unread journals piled high, not to mention the project with Natalie that needed to be finalized. How much easier to tackle the tasks she knew than the unfamiliar. She plopped into a chair. Her thoughts drifted to the sequence of events that had brought her here. Their whirlwind courtship was so romantic, so fairytale-like, Joy had not questioned her feelings. Swept into Ray’s arms, literally and figuratively, she dared imagine a lifetime with him and his daughters. She’d tried to warn him that she was an incompetent cook. Perhaps he hadn’t taken her light-hearted confession seriously. When he suggested they elope, she was ecstatic. Of course she met the girls, but never really interacted with them. Facing hard facts now, she knew she had been afraid of turning Ray against her—by her lack of finesse with kids and zero domestic skills. She’d been glad—so glad—to be romanced and cherished. Had she made a huge, irreversible mistake by not being more candid? Ray was gorgeous, with his long, rangy body, his face tanned and creased from years of Sugar Sands sun. His eyebrows and eyelashes were inky black, a startling contrast to the bright caramel hair on his head and faint stubble on his chin. Joy couldn’t help feeling—both then and now—that he was out of her league. Dating him, much less marrying him, had seemed too much to hope for. Yet, here she was, in these beautiful, sun-filled rooms that were about to be jarred from their history of perfection. About the Author: Debra Coleman Jeter has published both fiction and nonfiction in popular magazines, including Working Woman, New Woman, Self, Home Life, Savvy, Christian Woman, and American Baby. Her first novel, The Ticket, was a finalist for a Selah Award, as well as for Jerry Jenkins’ Operation First Novel. Her story, “Recovery,” was awarded first prize in a short story competition sponsored by Christian Woman; and her nonfiction book “Pshaw, It’s Me Grandson”: Tales of a Young Actor was a finalist in the USA Book News Awards. She is a co-writer of the screenplay for Jess + Moss, a feature film which premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, screened at nearly forty film festivals around the world, and captured several domestic and international awards. Website and Blog: http://www.debracolemanjeter.com Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/njjeter/the-ticket-a-novel Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/debra.c.jeter Twitter: https://twitter.com/DebColemanJeter The Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1941103863 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard The Ticket trailer: https://vimeo.com/50187275 a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Annalisa Carr will be awarding a $30 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Heritage and magic matter to the London covens. Aristocratic witch, Isabella Pethany, has heritage but not magic. Read an Excerpt: Isabella? Isabella Pethany? Whispers of her own name floated through her mind. She pushed the pillow aside and sat up, pressing her hands against her ears. It didn’t stop the insistent repetition of her name. Someone called to her, but who would do a thing like that at this hour of the morning? The family would all be asleep by now, and the only servant awake should be the doorman. Her imagination was running riot. She lay down, closing her eyes, but the feeling of being summoned didn’t go away. Isabella. Isabella. Isabella. Her name echoed around her skull, louder now. She sat up abruptly. Next to her, Alfie stirred, growling in his sleep. She ran the palm of her hand over his shaggy flank and switched the bedside lamp on, before walking to the window and drawing the curtain back. Pools of dim light surrounded the bases of the old-fashioned streetlamps. Between them, the pavement was dark, and the trees in the square cast black shadows over the iron railings. She opened the window and leaned out. “Isabella?” The voice was a seductive whisper from below. It was definitely real this time, vibrating through the air, rather than her mind. She squinted into the shadows. The vampire from the bar stood on the opposite pavement, his figure almost hidden in the darkness. Maldit. Her heart beat faster. His face tilted upwards towards her second-floor window, green eyes glinting. “What do you want?” She pressed two fingers to the point in her neck where the skin was thinnest. Her pulse hammered against them. About the Author: Annalisa Carr lives in the English Lake District with her two cats. She writes in multiple genres, but has a weakness for paranormal romance and urban fantasy. As a child Annalisa wanted to be a scientist, wear a white coat and explore outer space. She worked as a scientist for a very long time, but never got to fly a spaceship or even travel beyond the solar system. This was a huge disappointment given the reasons for her career choice, so eventually she made up stories instead. Probably just as well, as she is claustrophobic. Exile in Darkness is set in the same world as the Children of Poseidon series; a slightly skewed version of London. Annalisa also writes dystopian science fiction under the name ‘Anne Cleasby’. https://annecleasby.com http://www.annalisacarr.com https://www.amazon.com/Annalisa-Carr/e/B00T1H0CQ0 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10798535.Annalisa_Carr https://www.facebook.com/Annalisa-Carr-1626840070925992 Buy link for Exile in Darkness: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07P1JLVF7/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0 a Rafflecopter giveaway |
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