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
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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 Today we are celebrating the release of Donna Grant's IGNITE, the 15th book in her Dark Kings series.You can purchase your copy now.Kindle | Nook | Apple | Kobo | GooglePlayPrint: Amazon | BAM | BN | IndieBound | Powells About IGNITE:Every inch of him was molded as if from granite…and her blood ran like fire... For centuries, V has waited to awaken from his doomed sleep and reclaim his destiny. But this Dragon King—one among a legion of legendary warriors sworn to protect the human race from darkness—must first find a way to win back his sword. Wield its power. And try not to fall prey to his own illicit desires. Claire may possess the beauty and soul of a goddess but V knows better than to mess with a mere mortal. Still, he instinctively knows that Claire is The One who can help him regain the use of his sword and restore his place at Dreagan. But if she learns the truth about who—and what—he really is, her memories of him would be erased forever. How can V love Claire truly, madly, deeply…and protect her from the forces of fire and darkness that could destroy them both? Praise for the Dark Kings series: “Provocative [and] sizzling.” —RT Book Reviews (4 stars) “A must-read.” --Night Owl ReviewsAdd IGNITE to your Goodreads TBR here! Purchase your copy of IGNITE today!Kindle | Nook | Apple | Kobo | GooglePlayPrint: Amazon | BAM | BN | IndieBound | Powells --------------------- About DONNA GRANTNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas. Website / Facebook / Instagram / Goodreads
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Challenge: Lose my virginity before my 24th birthday. Time Left: 23 days. Read an Excerpt Group Text To: Jada, Lauren From: Emma E: Logan knows I’m the author of The Virgin Club which means he knows about my stupid Virgin Challenge!!! E: He was working at Freeman Foxx when I broke my nose. I told him it was me and I totally forgot I wrote a post about it. L: OMG J: Wow! E: Yeah, been through that stage already. What the hell do I do now??? How can I go into work tomorrow and face him? That’s it. I’m quitting my job. Hey Lauren, if I lose my apartment can I take your spare room? L: Of course you can. J: You’re not quitting your job or moving out! Take a deep breath and let’s take this one step at a time. E: Ok. I’m semi-calm now. So what’s the first step? J: Are you sure he knows it’s you? E: Yes, he sent me a message. It was definitely him and he obviously found the blog because my dumb Virgin Challenge post is trending. L: Was his message flirty? E: Yes, like he was teasing me with it. J: Is he still with that obnoxious girl who needed a smack upside the head? E: No. They broke up a few weeks ago. J: Well this is interesting news :) L: I can almost see the light bulb going on in your head lol. E: Oh no. What? J: Confession time. Do you still like Logan? E: I’ve already been there. I’m not embarrassing myself again. Logan knowing I’m a virgin is bad enough. J: Answer the question, Emma. Do you like him or not? E: Yes. J: Enough that you would welcome him “taking on your over-expired V-card”? E: Yes, but I obviously suck at reading signals. I don’t even know if he’s interested, single or not. J: There are ways to get around that and they start with your blog. E: My blog? No. Absolutely not. J: FaceTime me. I think once you hear my plan, you’ll change your mind :) L: Count me in too! I am NOT missing this. E: Ok, but it better be good. J: It’s not good. It’s brilliant. About the Author: Kayley has three simple rules in life: 1. Surround yourself with some incredible, kick-ass women you call friends. 2. Don’t worry about failure or mistakes. It’s how you respond to them that makes all the difference. 3. An appletini is never complete without two cherries. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44301055-the-virgin-club https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18941724.Kayley_Wood https://www.kayleywood.com/ Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PHC354J a Rafflecopter giveaway |
AuthorLayna Pimentel is a multi published author of romance since 2013. Educated in computer technology, her true passion is all things romance: music, books, movies and food of course. pre-order todayout nowEventsArchives
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