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Love, loyalty and valor: One for all, all for one.

Merry Farmer’s Our Little Secrets

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Genre classification: Historical Romance
Book Length: 306 pages

Michael West swore he would never fall in love again. So when the beautiful and wily Charlotte steps off the train looking for a new life he jumps at the business opportunity she presents. Engaged forty-five minutes after meeting, married the next day, Michael thinks he’s found everything a respectable man should have. Except that Michael is as far from respectable as they come. They agreed not to ask questions about each other’s pasts, but when the past seeps into their present Michael suspects his passionate new wife is not who she says she is. Too bad he’s already fallen in love with her.

Charlotte Baldwin has a secret. She fled Philadelphia to escape the sins of her past but someone is following her. What better way to hide than by marrying Michael West, Cold Springs, Montana’s enigmatic shopkeeper? A new name, a new life, and a passionate husband is exactly what she needs to leave her sins behind. But when it comes to keeping secrets Charlotte may have met her match in Michael. When a connection neither of them expects catches up with them, the shocking revelation means Charlotte may have run right into the arms of her enemy.

No sin stays a secret forever…

You can find Our Little Secrets on:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B0087KI4T4
Barnes & Noble: http://bn.com/s/2940033267514

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About Merry Farmer

Merry Farmer is an award-winning author of Historical Romance and what she likes to call “Sci-Fi for Women.” She lives in suburban Philadelphia with her two cats and enough story ideas to keep her writing until she’s 132. Her second novel, The Faithful Heart, was a 2102 RONE Award finalist and her unpublished futuristic novel A Man’s World won first place in the Novel: Character category at the 2013 Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. She is out to prove that you can make a living as a self-published author and to help others to do the same.

Other books by Merry Farmer :

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The Castle Blues Quake by Linda Covella

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Title: The Castle Blues Quake
Series: The Ghost Whisperer #1
Author: Linda Covella
Publication Date: July 20, 2014
Genre: Middle Grade Paranormal

12-year-old Pepper Connelly leaves her best friend, Chrissie, behind when her family moves from New York City to Santa Cruz, CA. Pepper discovers a boy, Corey, hiding in her backyard shed. Unknown to Pepper, Corey is a ghost trying to contact his grandfather, Boppie, before he crosses over. He tells Pepper he must locate Boppie before Social Services finds him. Pepper agrees to help.

While Pepper’s communication with Chrissie dwindles, her friendship with Corey grows. She tells Corey about her passion for writing songs, and throughout the story, she composes a song about Corey. Corey teaches Pepper to play the harmonica. Soon, she’s torn between finding Boppie and knowing when she does, Corey will certainly go back on the road with his traveling-musician grandfather.

Other characters help her on her quest: new classmate Ally Cressman, who dresses in an odd-ball, non-mall style; Sawtooth Sam, the mysterious saw-playing street musician; and Madame Mchumba, who performs her psychic readings at the Boardwalk amusement park. Earthquakes, haunted house rides, poltergeists, and crystal ball readings propel Pepper toward the shocking conclusion of her search.

Buy Links
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I am so pleased to host Linda Covella on my blog. I have been following her journey as she goes through the publishing process. It has been quite a ride. As a teacher, it is refreshing to see good novels come out for children. 

Today, I asked Linda to sharing her Top Ten favorite ghost-themed books and movies. As a young girl, I remember watching the old black and white film, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. It was a delightful spooky romance with Rex Harrison playing a dead sea captain. I fantasized about  ghostly heroes for months afterward. See if you agree with Linda’s choices:

  1. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, an old movie and TV show
  2. Caspar, a cartoon and movie
  3. The Ghosts of Past, Present, Future from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
  4. Nearly Headless Nick from Harry Potter
  5. The Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
  6. Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghost
  7. Mr. and Mrs. Owens from The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
  8. Sissy from Deep and Dark and Dangerous by Mary Downing Hahn (all her books are deliciously creepy!)
  9. Clint and other ghosts from The Crossroads by Chris Grabenstein
  10. Inez from The Ghost Belonged to Me by Richard Peck (this book is laced with humor)

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Linda Covella’s varied job experience and education (associate degrees in art, business and mechanical drafting & design, a BS degree in Manufacturing Management) have led her down many paths and enriched her life experiences. But one thing she never strayed from is her love of writing.

A writer for over 30 years, her first publication was a restaurant review column, and as a freelance writer, she continued to publish numerous articles in a variety of publications. But when she published articles for children’s magazines (“Games and Toys in Ancient Rome” and “Traveling the Tokaido in 17th Century Japan,” in Learning Through History magazine, and “Barry’s Very Grown Up Day” in Zootles magazine), she realized she’d found her niche: writing for children. She wants to share with kids and teens her love of books: the worlds they open, the things they teach, the feelings they express.

The Castle Blues Quake, a middle grade paranormal, and Yakimali’s Gift, a historical novel for young adults, are her first novels.

She’s a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

No matter what new paths she may travel down, she sees her writing as a lifelong joy and commitment.

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Giveaway

 $15 Amazon/B&N Giftcard or a Book Depository shopping spree of the same value –OR– a swag pack from the author.

There will be two winners. Open Internationally. Ends 9/26. Void where prohibited.

 

 

Dylis J. Carnie’s Coming To Terms

Coming to Terms with Love by Dilys J. Carnie

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Will her past destroy her future?
But when Beth meets this giant of a man her heart beats a little faster. But no man would look at her, and she has a son…a son who she will fight to keep.

He tries to fight the attraction, but can he resist this woman?

Corey can’t help falling in love deeper than he ever wanted to. And when an old enemy of Beth’s turns up on the doorstep he steps forward to put an end to her past.

Will this be the beginning of their future together or the end of their dreams?

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Excerpt:

The air was like a magnetic field, as if sparks were pinging around them in the air. She watched as he controlled himself, she admired the way he had not argued with her. Her own heart hammered against her ribs, it had been so close…so very close she couldn’t imagine the horror that would have been on his face if he had moved his hand any closer.

Beth tried to catch her own breath as she watched him in the moonlight. It seemed that every nerve ending in her body was tingling in a way she had never experienced before.

“I should apologize…only I’m not sorry,” he whispered in between the harshness of his breathing.

He looked at her and she trembled all over again. “Apologize for what? It was just a kiss.”

He stood straight moving closer to her making her take a step back.

“Just a kiss?”

“I…well a good kiss,” she stammered.

He laughed out loud. “Good? Be serious, Beth, you felt that as much as I did.” He took a step closer tilting her chin with his fingers. His gaze penetrated hers and she shook her head dislodging his fingers, taking a step back.

“Okay it was sensational…you’re a good kisser. So what? Plenty of men are.”

He sucked in a breath before he spoke.

“I touched you and the searing heat from you set me on fire, when we kissed your tongue wrapped itself round me so hard that I became part of you. The air around us is so charged that if someone dropped a match, it would explode.”

They were words she didn’t want to hear, she didn’t need him to tell her how it was for God’s sake she knew but…but there was no way in hell that she was ready for this. How could she expect someone else to accept her body when she was still coming to terms with it herself. The verve of the last few minutes started to leave her body and the realization of what had happened took over.

“Beth—”

She knew he was waiting for her to say something; she wanted to try and be as honest as she could.

“You’re right, we did…connect but it can’t go any further than this…I don’t want it.”

“Baloney.” He pushed his hands into his pockets scowling at her. “The minute we set eyes on each other we knew what it would be like once we touched, why the hell did you think that I left so quickly the other day?”

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About the Author:

My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales with my family. I am extremely close to all my family members and enjoy spending time with them. I am the proud mother of two grown up *children* My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher and my son Christopher is part of the family business. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland.

 

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Suzanne Lilly’s Gold Rush Deluge

 

Too late she realizes Kersey has a dark and murderous past
 

 

Publication Date: August 23, 2014
Genre: Historical Romance

When Lucinda Martin York and George Arnold leave Diggers Flat during a rainstorm, the Sacramento and American rivers crest, causing a deluge of epic proportions that engulfs the town of Sacramento. While Lucinda uses her medical skills to help save the citizens, George proposes a plan to stop the floodwaters and save the town.

Lucinda holds fast to her dream of becoming a doctor and apprentices to Dr. Mitchell Kersey. She falls under his spell, and too late she realizes Kersey has a dark and murderous past that has followed him to California. The danger she finds herself enmeshed in may end her dreams before they have even begun.

Based on historical events of 1850 Sacramento, Gold Rush Deluge is riveting and romantic.

 

 

 

Suzanne Lilly is a teacher and a writer who occasionally takes time off to zipline in Alaska, teach in China, and traipse around Rome. She writes sweet stories with a splash of suspense, a flash of the unexplained, a dash of romance, and always a happy ending.

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Pre-order Spanish Nights Book 1: a Jinn’s Seduction by Valerie Twombly

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Spanish Nights, A Jinn’s Seduction

Release Date: September 24, 2014
Publisher: Valerie Twombly

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Release Date: September 24, 2014

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 After a bitter divorce from her cheating husband, Makayla searches for her muse in the remote hills of Spain. When she flings open the door of her villa, she finds it in the form of intense blue eyes and a killer body attached to a thick Spanish accent.

Armand has lost everything. His magic and his freedom are taken when an evil curse is placed on the Jinn, bounding him to earth. With only his immortality and ability for seduction, he sets his sights on the dark haired newcomer in town.

What begins as desire in the steamy nights of Spain, quickly leads to something more meaningful. However, when evil emerges from the shadows, Makayla learns she must choose between her mortality and Armand’s freedom.

 

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Excerpt:

Makayla had been positive Armand was going to kiss her. Instead he’d set her aside and almost seemed angry that she had trusted him. Their ride back to the mainland had been quiet and almost tense. What had caused the sudden change? The kiss on the cheek? Everything had certainly gone to hell after that, but she could have sworn he wanted her.

She brushed the hair from her face. What did she know about men anyway? It had been two years since her last relationship and it had failed. She had failed. The entire idea was a mistake and she should just chalk it up to a lesson learned and move on. Tears stung her eyes. She thought she saw something good and decent in Armand. Even if only for a one-night stand, she thought he would have catered to her every need, giving her something her past relationships always lacked. Maybe she should just hire the deed done. Women did it all the time now and why not? Their sexual urges were the same as a man’s, only the rules were different.

Half an hour later, they were back at the dock and Armand helped her off the boat.

“I’ll escort you home.”

Really? She pursed her lips. “I’m sure you have lots to do. I can see myself home. Thank you again for a nice day.” She spun and started to walk away, but he was on her heels.

“I wasn’t asking.” He moved in beside her.

Kayla kept her gaze ahead. She could feel the heat rising up her neck. “Suit yourself.” If he wanted to walk with her then fine, but she refused to converse with him. The mixed signals he kept sending were making her dizzy. He went from seductive to demanding to angry with god-knows-what. The confusion running through her brain gave her a headache.

Ten silent minutes later, she finally reached her front door. She slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle. The door opened to reveal a darkened room and she could hardly wait to escape back into it. She wondered if the entire trip was a waste. Good manners had her turning around to face the sexy man who’d towered beside her all day.

“Thank you again. It was lovely.”

His hands gripped her upper arms and his body pinned her against the doorjamb. His lips crashed down on hers. Bruising. Demanding. His tongue pushed passed and swept into her mouth. He tasted of danger and sin and she wanted to swallow him whole. Every lean hard muscle of his chest pushed into her breasts causing them to ache. Her nipples pebbled against her bathing suit and begged to have his hot tongue glide across them. His erection, thick and hard, pressed into her belly. She wanted to touch him, but with her arms pinned at her side she could do nothing except remind herself to breathe.

He consumed her.

Armand nipped her bottom lip then pulled away causing her to moan. Even in the dusk of the evening, she could see the desire in his eyes. It burned her soul.

Querida, never trust a strange man again. I will be your one exception,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”

She swallowed. Her throat parched from the inferno brewing inside her like a wicked storm. “Y—Yes.”

“Good.” He released her then backed away. “Go inside now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening for dinner.”

“O—Okay.”

Kayla stepped past the entry and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the cool wood both to quench the fire that raged within and for support. She brought her fingers to her swollen lips and could almost feel him still pressing against her.

“What the hell just happened?”

Her legs were like Jell-O and her heart raced. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. Not after the way things had ended. Even in her surprise, her body couldn’t help but respond. She had never been kissed like that before. It had been raw. His heat had seeped through her skin igniting something deep inside her.

“So that’s what it’s like? Holy hell.” She pushed herself off the door and walked across the living room on wobbly legs. She needed a cold shower. Ice cold to be exact.

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All Romance https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-spanishnights-1584232-143.html

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About the Author

Valerie

As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying, “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.

Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.

Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.

Connect with Valerie:

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Spanish Nights, A Jinn’s Seduction

Release Date: September 24, 2014

Publisher: Valerie Twombly

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Meet my Characters Blog Hop~Meet Rolf from Rolf’s Quest

Hi everyone! I was invited to participate in this blog hop by Shehanne Moore and her adorable but ornery hamsters. You can read her post here  http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/meet-my-charac…-the-courtesan/ When you stop by, say ‘hi’ the hammies for me. They don’t bit but don’t turn your back on them either.

First, a bit of info about Shehanne Moore:

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When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life. Visit her blog to find out about past releases and hear more about her forthcoming time-slip historical, The Viking and The Courtesan. http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/

Thanks for the invitation, Shey! Now, I’m supposed to choose one character from a work-in-progress or a recently published book and answer seven easy questions. Here goes!

Rolf’s Quest is the first book in my new Medieval Encounter series.

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Tentative Cover painted by Paul Merry of Marlow, England. First in the Medieval Encounters Series. Rolf will be front and center, cape flowing, as he summons the creatures he will shape-shifts into.

What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

My main character’s name is Rolf. He is a descendant of Merlin. 

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When and where is the story set?

It is set during the reign of Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitane in the 12th century. Eleanor was a big fan of Arthur, the Round Table and chivalrous knights.

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What should we know about him/her?

He is a wizard and court advisor to the royal couple. He is also a shape-shifter. He loves to move through the night as a wolf or hawk. 

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What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

He is on a quest to break the curse that has plagued his family for generations. Merlin has been trapped in a hawthorn tree since Nimue bewitched him centuries ago. 

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What is the personal goal of the character?

He must find a woman whose love is true without the use of magic. The twist: she must also be willing to give up everything for him. But will he fight for her?

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Is there a working title for this novel and can we read more about it?

Rolf’s Quest is the working title. It is coming soon in the ‘Love Least Expected’ anthology to be released February 2015.

That was fun! Now who to poke for next week … hmmm. How about the talented Valerie Clarizo? Her third book in the romantic suspense series ‘A Nick Spinelli Mystery‘ will be released in February.

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Valerie is a writer of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and women’s fiction novels. She lives in beautiful Door County Wisconsin with her husband and one very spoiled cat. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into a successful hunter and fisherwoman.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Wisconsin Romance Writers of America. Additionally, she was a finalist in the 2011 Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, Novellas Need Love, Too! Contest.

Ms. Clarizio’s Links:

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And perhaps the lovely Kishan Paul? She has a novelette in the same  anthology with Rolf’s Quest and her debut contemporary romance to be released in 2015.  

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I am an aspiring new author currently working on a psychological thriller. A wife and proud mother of two, I love chocolates and all things spicy. I believe there is humor to be found in most aspects of life.

Ms. Paul’s links:

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YA Debut: The Haunting Of Secrets by Shelley Pickens

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In Aimee’s world where one touch can reveal a cesspool of carefully guarded secrets, the last thing she wants to be caught up in is a quest to expose a murderer, let alone fall for the cute, popular guy that has the biggest, dirtiest secret of all – and it’s a killer.

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Sixteen year old Aimee doesn’t like to touch people.  One touch and she sees their past.  One touch and she can see all the good and bad deeds a person has ever done.  It isn’t until a bomb explodes during lunch that she realizes exactly how many dirty secrets the students in her school harbor-or exactly how far one of them would go to keep his secrets safe.

In the aftermath of that fateful day of the bombing Aimee is brushed by a fellow student as they are caught in the mob running for their lives.  Images of tortured and murdered young girls rise up to choke her.  The problem is Aimee doesn’t know who touched her.  Somewhere in this school a fellow student is a killer, and Aimee is the only one that can find him before he kills again.  Though Aimee loathes human contact, she embarks on a mission to find the killer.  She enlists the help of her friends in school to aid in sifting through her stolen memories to determine clues.  The quest to find a killer unravels the very fabric of her carefully woven life and puts her in even more danger as one of her classmates is murdered and dumped in the woods behind the school.  The killer leaves a note for Aimee –“you are next.”  He won’t stop until he silences her- for only she knows all his secrets. She will have to summon all of her inner strength to decide what she must do: hunt or be hunted.  Are some secrets worth dying for?

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We have a surprise visitor today. Aimee, from The Haunting of Secrets, has stopped by to tell us a little about herself and give us the scoop on Shelley’s YA Paranormal debut novel. Let’s see if she gives away any secrets of her own. she has promised not to scare us. 

Why were you given that name?

My mother I’ve never known gave it to me

Is there a nickname you’re known by? Do you prefer it?

Aim, cause that’s what Logan calls me

When were you born?

1998

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you?

Yes, I have a nose ring.

Do you have a personal scent (perfume or cologne)? If yes, what?

Yes, Moonlight Path from Bath and Body works

Do you have any siblings? If so, what are their names and ages?

I’m an orphan so if I do I don’t know them

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

Mary. Because she’s one of the few people whose memories are not sinister and who accepts me despite the evil that follows me.

Where do you currently live (town, neighborhood, locale)?

I currently live in Bartow, GA

What sort of a home is it (castle, apartment, cardboard box)?

I live in a small house with my adopted mother Mary

With whom do you live? How do you feel about that person / people?

I live with my adopted mother Mary who loves me despite my curse.

How do you think your colleagues would describe you?

As a Goth girl who likes to be alone

Who is your best friend? Describe them briefly.

Dejana – she’s popular, pretty and a great artist

Who is your biggest rival / enemy?

Everyone. One touch and I know their every secret; hold their every memory. So my greatest enemy is anyone and everyone.

How would you spend an unexpected day off?

Alone reading a book in my room

What makes you blush?

Logan, his smile is intoxicating.

Have you undergone any dramatic physical transformations in your life?

I dye my hair black to go with my Goth exterior I show to the world. But my hair is really blonde.

How do you feel about children? Do you have or want to have your own?

I don’t’ feel comfortable around people so children would be out of the question. And it is also a possibility that they could inherit my curse which I would never do to a kid.

What do you dislike most about your life? What is missing?

The same thing actually – the Simple touch of another human being. Something I both fear and crave

 

About The Author

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Shelley Pickens has been in love with anything and everything on the dark side of paranormal since the time she learned to read.  After 15 years of teaching Spanish to high schoolers, she decided to take her unique firsthand knowledge of young adults and apply it to her passion for creative writing and fantasy.  When not teaching or writing, Shelley likes to spend time with her husband and two beautiful children in Atlanta, Ga.  Her escape from reality is her love of complex thriller and science fiction TV series like Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow.  In her spare time she is an avid reader of all types of genres.  THE HAUNTING OF SECRETS is her debut novel.

Keep In Touch With Shelley:

Website: http://www.http://shelleypickens.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shelleypickensauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/shelleybelly74

Fire And Ice Author Page: http://www.fireandiceya.com/authors/shelleyrpickens/index.html

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Shelley-R.Pickens/e/B00M3BNI2Q/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

 

The Secret Bliss of Calliope Ipswich by Marcia Lynn McClure

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“Oh! Do link arms with me, Calliope,” Blanche whispered, her brown eyes widening with apprehension. She took Calliope’s arm, tightly linking it with her own. “The old Mulholland house still gives me the willies every time I walk past it. I hate to think on what might have gone on inside. It’s truly terrifyin’!”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Blanche,” Calliope said, feigning calm. “Poor Prudence’s lunacy…it’s sad. And besides, her fiendish acts were not committed inside the house. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just…it’s just a sad, empty building.” Calliope Ipswich felt the hypocrite, however, as an uncomfortable shiver of residual dread and unease shuttered down her spine,

More than six months had passed since the All Hollow’s Eve when the dangerous state of Prudence Mulholland’s fracturing mind had been revealed to the townsfolk of Meadowlark Lake. And now, each time Calliope thought of poor Prudence and her family, not only did her heart ache for their family’s unhappy lot but a chill of lingering horror rippled through her being.
In truth, at times Calliope wondered if it had all been simply a bad dream—a nightmare. But it hadn’t. It really had happened—all of it.

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Marcia Lynn McClure’s intoxicating succession of novels, novellas, and e-books, has established her as one of the most favored and engaging authors of true romance. Her unprecedented forte in weaving captivating stories of western, medieval, regency, and contemporary amour void of brusque intimacy has earned her the title “The Queen of Kissing.”

Marcia, who was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has spent her life intrigued with people, history, love, and romance. A wife, mother, grandmother, family historian, poet, and author, Marcia Lynn McClure spins her tales of splendor for the sake of offering respite through the beauty, mirth, and delight of a worthwhile and wonderful story.

 

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Erin Elliott’s Debut: Mira’s View

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Title: The Sword of Lumina: Mira’s View

Author: Erin Elliott

Publisher: Fire and Ice Young Adult Publishing, an imprint of Melange Books LLC

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Cover Artist: Stephanie Flint

 About the Book

Galena is just like every other elf, enslaved by the powerful Rau. Once a beautiful and powerful race, the elves has been reduced to slave labor in the mines of Rau. Galena grew up hearing the stories of old about a sword, when wielded by the right elf, ending Rau’s tyranny. Unsure if she believes these stories, she finds herself plunged into a world unfamiliar to her, hunted by Rau for her unnatural magical abilities. Will she find the sword promised to her people? Or will she fall prey to the idea of a sword that doesn’t exist?

 Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Miras-View-Sword-Lumina-Book-ebook/dp/B00LALJ3EW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403757279&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Sword+of+Lumina%3A+Mira%27s+View

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/miras-view-erin-elliott/1119872800?ean=2940149782277

Melange:  http://www.fireandiceya.com/authors/erinelliott/1mirasview.html

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJiscg8ZDSY

Character Interview

I’d like to welcome part of the cast from Mira’s view, Erin Elliott’s debut YA fantasy novel. Galena, Elenio and Tark have joined me for an informal Q&A today. They have promised to behave but we’ll see. 

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you?

Tark: We all have the marks of Rau on our hands and feet. They are tattoos that keep us from using our magic, placed on us by mauks for Rau. If most elves even think about magic, they get headaches, but Galena is different.

Galena: I’ve been able to use small bits of magic for at least the last couple of years. I didn’t know what that meant until Rau started sending his torlics to hunt me down. Now, I find myself in the middle of the stories we heard about as children. Tark, Elenio, and myself are on a quest now to find the Sword of Lumina, promised to us by the lone goddess, Mira.

Do you have any siblings? If so, what are their names and ages?

Galena: My brother Tark, is the oldest at 34 and my other brother Melan, is just behind him at 32.

Elenio: I’m an only child.

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

Galena: My father. He taught me everything that I know and encouraged me to free the elf race.

Tark: my sister, Galena. Despite everything going against us, she is still determined to free the elves. Nothing gets her down.

Elenio: my promised one, Galena. She is the strongest elf that I’ve ever known. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s awesome with a sword. Total turn on.

Where did you grow up? How do you feel about it now?

Galena: All of us grew up in the small village of Tomeka. It’s on the northern most point of Tomiro. I liked growing up there. It was quiet, my whole family was there; I had a lot of good memories there.

Elenio: Would I happen to be one of those memories. (Addressing Galena) Galena: You’re at the top of the list you conceited brat.

Tark: I plan on going back after this quest, if we live through it that is. My commitment partner and daughter are still there.

Do you have any pets?

Galena: I recently acquired a ferret on my trip. They’re supposed to have vanished when the elves fell. What can I say, I’m just lucky or Mira is playing a mean trick on me.

Tark: I have a daughter, does that count?

Elenio: Putting up with Galena is enough of a chore for me. (Galena smacks Elenio in back of the head)

 What is currently your biggest responsibility / commitment?

Galena: Hands down finding the Sword of Lumina and destroying Rau. Tark: Keeping Galena safe.

Elenio: Keeping Galena from hurting herself too badly. (Galena knocks Elenio to the ground and proceeds to punch him a couple of times, which Elenio is too busy laughing to defend himself properly.)

Who is your biggest rival / enemy?

All three in unison: Rau.

Galena: Haulua comes in a close second though. He’s the god that created Rau specifically with the intent of bringing down the elves. Stupid, paranoid god.

 What is your greatest talent?

Galena: I rock with the sword, plus, unlike the other elves, I can use magic.

Tark: I’m pretty good with the sword as well.

Elenio: I pretty good at making Galena mad. (Runs from the room cackling laughing with Galena hot on his heels)

What are you the most hopeless at?

Tark: Keeping those two from picking on each other.

What, if anything, do you do to keep fit and healthy?

Tark: Training with the sword on a daily basis generally keeps one pretty fit. Running from torlics also does a nice job of keeping me in shape.

How did the two (or however many) of you meet?

Galena: I grew up with Elenio. He’s been my best friend since birth.

Elenio: I think I’m the only one who can handle her (holds hands up in truce.) I got to know and like Tark through Galena.

Tark: And that pretty much sums up my answer.

What were you doing before you met? How was your life different?

Galena: Training for the day that one of the elves were called to find the Sword of Lumina. I just didn’t think it would be me.

Elenio: Galena convinced her father to train me as well so she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Tark: I had completed my training and was working in the village and building my own family.

Galena: Now, we’re always together on this quest. It’s been kind of stressful and I’m still not completely sure that this sword actually exist.

Tark: It does, why else would Father train us?

Galena: Because he was a mindless elf like all of our ancestors. (Tark rolls his eyes).

Elenio: Other than the running for our lives and Galena constantly trying to give us heart attacks, this trip has been great. What?! (Addressing Galena) You have!

 

ErinElliott 

About the Author

I am a preschool teacher in a Washington Court House, Ohio. I am a graduate of Washington City Schools and I currently live in Circleville, Ohio. I have a wonderful husband and between the two of us, we have five children, four boys and one girl. We also have a wide variety of animals living with us. Everything from the more common pets like dogs and cats to more exotic like cockatiel and cockatoos. I love watching football in the fall and swimming in the summer. Christmas is awesome and without a doubt, my favorite time of year.

Believe it or not, I did not like reading until about the fourth grade when I finally found a genre that really sparked my interest—fantasy. From there it became a passion of mine and often times the perfect way to escape the difficult times in everyday life. Mythical creatures are another love of mine so I combined my two loves and set forth to accomplish what I have always wanted to do: write books for everyone to love.

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 Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.

 

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 A man torn between two worlds. Both need him…neither wants him.

 Groomed for a life amongst the English aristocracy, Lord Erroll Rushton is unexpectedly thrust back into his father’s Scottish world when the Englishwoman he compromises refuses to marry him.

No gentleman breaks into a lady’s bedchamber…but then, no lady sleeps with a pistol under her pillow.

 Miss Eve Crenshaw will marry for love or won’t marry at all. When London’s most notorious rakehell breaks into her bedchamber in the dead of night and compromises her beyond repair, Eve plans a daring escape that shocks even the Earl.

 

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 Excerpt–

March 1807

Manchester, England

If ever a woman deserved to be shot, it was Miss Crenshaw. But dawn appointments weren’t meant for the weaker sex. Weaker sex. The lady was anything but weak, which is why Erroll intended to throttle her.

Erroll laid a shilling in the innkeeper’s palm. “You understand the need for discretion.”

“Indeed, I do, my lord,” the man replied. “Your betrothed’s reputation is safe with me.”

Erroll managed to maintain a bland expression as the innkeeper handed him the key to the lady’s room. So news of his impending nuptials had sped from Coventry to Manchester even quicker than he had—which meant London society would hear the news by morning light and the story would cross the border to Edinburgh just as quickly.

Which of the gossipmongers had he to thank for that? He was grateful to the heavenly powers that his mother had remained in Scotland and not accompanied his father to England this month. God help him if she got wind of this entanglement before he had a chance to extricate himself from the tenacious claw of the husband-hunting wench.

“A beautiful woman is hard to resist,” the innkeeper said.

“Indeed,” Erroll murmured, glad the man had interrupted the mental picture of his mother outfitting the deceitful huntress in her wedding dress. No bachelor’s mother was more determined to see her son wed than Erroll’s own dear mamma, and since his return from the navy, his father had put his considerable weight behind her efforts.

He whirled toward the stairs, climbed to the second floor and made a left down the hall. At the third door on the left, he stopped. Erroll had endured his father’s hour-long diatribe that ended with the command to marry the woman who had accused him of compromising her—a woman he’d never laid eyes on—before he finally broke away to discover his accuser had fled Coventry. The hard five hour ride to catch her before she reached her father’s estate would have been in vain if not for the fact a wheel on her carriage broke forty miles distance from Manchester.

This experience would teach him to dally with the women outside of London. Had he satisfied himself with the eligible ladies in Town—if those females could be called ladies—he wouldn’t have gone to Coventry and attended the damn house party that had gotten him into trouble. The fact he’d spent a pleasurable hour with a lady in the hostess’ gardens had only served to put him in the very place his accuser said he’d been. Erroll felt sure the cunning creature was well aware he’d been in the gardens, and therefore claimed to be the object of his attentions.

Erroll quietly unlocked the door, slipped into the darkened room, then eased the door shut and slipped the key into his pocket. Faint moonlight filtered in through thin curtains and outlined the sleeping figure in the bed. Erroll crept forward until he reached the bed. He braced a knee against the side of the mattress, then placed a hand on each side of the woman and brought his face to within an inch of hers.

She shifted in her sleep and lush breasts grazed his chest. He wondered how long it would be before she became aware a man was in her bed, then concluded that since she hadn’t awoken with a shriek she must be accustomed to having a man in her bed. He should ravish her as she’d said he had just for good measure. The thought froze at the pressure of a pistol jammed against his abdomen.

“I am a crack shot.” The feminine voice was steady—as was the hand holding the gun. “But even the worst shot in Great Britain couldn’t miss.” The gun dug deeper into his belly. “Move away.”

Erroll considered. Her calm response to his presence almost made him think she’d expected him. “If I’m to be shot, I should at least commit the crime for which I’m accused.” The click of the pistol’s hammer being pulled back was his answer. “I see you do not agree.” He straightened off the bed.

“Step back,” she ordered.

He retreated two paces.

“More.”

He moved back another two paces.

“I promise you, sir, my aim is as true at such short a distance as it was when you were an inch from my face. Back against the door.”

Erroll complied. A light click indicated she had released the hammer back into place. She rose, a small figure in the shadows, and picked up something from the night table. The clink of glass was followed by the scrape of a match on wood, then light flared and he got his first look at the woman who claimed he had ravished away her innocence. Dark brown eyes pinned him with a hard stare. Honey-brown hair tumbled down her shoulders. The top of her head was no higher than his chest.

The muff pistol remained pointed at him as her attention shifted to the lamp on the nightstand. She bent slightly and her full breasts strained against the nightgown as she lit the wick. His cock jerked and he couldn’t deny his good fortune in not having met her at Lady Baldwin’s party. He very well might have fallen prey to her charms and been guilty of her accusations.

She blew out the match and tossed it onto a metal tray, then took a step toward him. The lamplight illuminated the outline of her body through the nightgown. The curves he discerned were fuller than were fashionable and the kind he’d sought without success. His cock began to lift. He might end up shot after all.

“You are no common housebreaker,” she said. “Who are you?”

Erroll’s mind snapped to attention. The wench didn’t recognize him. Fury doused his lust. He gave a mocking smile and bowed. “Lord Erroll Rushton, at your service.”

Shock registered on her face, then an answering fire appeared in her eyes. “I see we shall have to break you of the habit of entering a lady’s room uninvited.”

“You use the term lady too loosely.”

“That is the pot calling the kettle black.”

He nearly laughed.

“One would think a prospective groom could keep his cock in his pants with his wedding but two days hence,” she said.

“Three days,” Erroll corrected. That was how long it would take him to get the special license his father ordered him to procure. “Pray tell, what sort of lady carries a gun?” He didn’t ask what lady used the word ‘cock’ as easily as the word ‘groom?’ That was perhaps too obvious.

“The sort who knows what to expect of a man,” she replied.

“The very sort who understands a man might object to being forced into marriage?” he said.

She gave a derisive laugh. “You are a rakehell, sir.”

“I never denied being a rake, madam, but I am no liar.”

She wasn’t what he’d expected. He’d been told this was to be her second season, but this woman was no debutante and, given the way she unabashedly stood before him in her nightclothes, he would wager she was no virgin.

“Surely, you’re a little old for this game?” he drawled.

Her brow knit, but he detected no shame. She was too collected. But a level head—along with a liberal dose of nerve—is exactly what it took to accuse a complete stranger of compromising her.

“Did you really think you could get away with it?” she asked.

The question startled him.

“Now who is the pot calling the kettle black?” he said. She shifted and Erroll could have sworn he discerned a dark patch between her legs. “A shame we met under these circumstances.” He flicked a glance at her breasts. “We could have been friends.”

Her mouth thinned. “By God, I really should shoot you.”

“Tut tut, love, not until the vows are said and I claim what is left of your virtue.”

She drew in a sharp breath.

“Your righteous anger is completely undone by the fact that you’re nearly naked.”

Her mouth twisted in a derisive smile. “Forgive me, my lord. Had I known you were coming, I would have dressed for the occasion.”

“You are impeccably dressed for the occasion.”

Did she have any idea how visible the contours of her body were with the lamplight behind her…or how her nipples pressed against her nightgown? She shifted, widening her stance slightly and his cock jerked harder. Oh yes, the witch knew.

“I should send you to hell this instant,” she said.

He lifted a brow. “The marriage vows will take care of that—had I any intentions of marrying.”

“My father will ensure that you do not escape this time.”

“That sounds as though you think I am getting what I deserve.”

“You do not deserve such a good and innocent wife.”

Erroll laughed. “Innocent? A woman who puts herself in such a position is no innocent.”

“How dare you?” she hissed.

“How dare I? I understand there were several suitors for the honorable Miss Crenshaw’s attentions at Lady Baldwin’s party. I wager none of them were as good a prospect as I, which is why you gambled that no one would notice if I was included on that list.”

He didn’t miss the way her fingers flexed on the gun.

“Everything I’ve heard about you is true,” she said. “You have no conscience.”

“In that we are alike. Should my father succeed in coercing me into marriage, I will make the worst sort of husband you can imagine. I will not settle down and sire an heir as he expects. Instead, I will send my wife to the family estate in Scotland while I go about my pleasures in London.”

“So the choice is desertion or ruination?”

“Be honest, the ruination was done long before you concocted this plan.”

“Plan?” she repeated. “I feel certain I can convince the magistrate of self-defense. After all, you broke into my room.”

“Think again.” Erroll reached into his pocket.

“Beware,” she said.

He slowly withdrew the key from his pocket and held it up. “The innkeeper was very obliging. He feels nothing should stand in the way of true love.”

She frowned, then comprehension cleared her expression. “I should have guessed. You think you can browbeat me into helping you avoid the marriage vows. You, sir, are the worst sort of knave.”

“So we do understand one another.”

“You are a fool,” she muttered.

He’d had enough. “You are the fool if you believe I will marry you.”

“Marry me? What—”

Erroll started toward her.

She took a faltering step backwards and he lunged. She gave a startled cry. He seized the hand holding the gun and shoved it upward in their tumble backwards. They landed on the bed, him on top of her. Her lush body yielded beneath his hard planes—his stiffening cock in particular. To his surprise, she didn’t struggle, but released the pistol. The weapon bounced off the mattress and struck the carpet with a thud.

“Is this how you described my having ravished you?” he demanded.

Shock registered on her face. He blew out a frustrated breath. He’d come ready to battle the vixen and she was already crumbling. Moisture appeared in her eyes. Ah, there it was. She was simply moving onto another tactic.

“Lies, pistols, tears, and…” He moved suggestively against her breasts and felt the rigid nipples beneath his shirt. “Your arsenal of weapons is impressive, madam.”

“I tell you, mamma, I heard a scream.”

A woman’s voice penetrated the door on the right wall. Erroll jerked his gaze in that direction as the door swung open. Two women stood in the doorway staring, one young—in her second season, he would guess—the other, the mamma the girl had addressed.

Erroll looked at the woman lying beneath him. “I thought that was a closet.”

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