Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Release Day: Touch Me #3 by @skye_malone #excerpt and #giveaway


Title: Touch Me #3 by Skye Malone
Series: Touch Me
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wildflower Isle
Publication Date: February 18, 2015
Cover Designer: Karri Klawiter



Monsters walk among us.

And now they have Ruby.

Best friend. Confidant. Ally when everything in my life felt like hell. There are very few people I trust.

And none of them come close to Ruby.

But now demons have her. House Volgert has taken her, demanding that I serve as their emissary to the equally dangerous and terrifying House Linden. But Linden is after me too.

I’m stuck between two titans of the demon world. I’m running out of options and I’m running out of time. But when I find out what demons do to the humans they capture, the nightmare gets even worse.

If I don’t find Ruby soon, it won’t matter if she escapes the Houses.

I’m still going to lose her forever.

**Touch Me 3 is the third installment of a New Adult paranormal romance serial filled with twists, turns, and dark surprises. This episode is 30,000 words (approximately 125 pages) long.**

**Due to strong language and some sexual situations in this and later installments of the series, it is appropriate for readers 18+.**

Purchase

***

The Touch Me Series


Currently FREE

***




______________________________________________________________

About the Author

Skye Malone is a fantasy and paranormal romance author, which means she spends most of her time not-quite-convinced that the magical things she imagines couldn’t actually exist.
A Midwestern girl who migrated to the Pacific Northwest, she hopes someday to travel the world — though in the meantime she’ll take any story that whisks her off to a place where the fantastic lives inside the everyday. She loves strong and passionate characters, complex villains, and satisfying endings that stay with you long after the book is closed. An inveterate writer, she can’t go a day without getting her hands on a keyboard, and can usually be found typing away while she listens to all the adventures unfolding in her head.
Skye also writes YA urban fantasy as Megan Joel Peterson and is the author of The Children and the Blood trilogy.
______________________________________________________________

Excerpt
          
          Amar is studying me. His hand moves, taking my own carefully like he’s afraid I’ll pull away. And I freeze. The look in his eyes… it’s like I’m all he sees. Me, now. Me, then, back in that restroom, alone in the moments before Ruby walked in. But there’s no pity in his gaze. Just something else, dark and deep.
          Safety.
          I can’t breathe. My thoughts are trying to catch up to my impressions, struggling to put words to a man so unfathomable it should be funny. I don’t know what he wants, though. To kiss me? To have sex? Somewhere inside, I’m still ready for that, but that part of me feels like it’s drowning in the nightmare of this evening, the exhaustion of all the hours since, and the rawness of what I’ve just said.
          He lifts his other hand, taking my cheek, and his thumb strays across my lips, parting them while his eyes track the motion. My heart slams into my ribs. Even the simple contact makes my insides start to burn. Maybe I’m drowning in all this madness.
          Maybe I just need something good to hang onto.

______________________________________________________________

Giveaway
  • You could win a ’DEMONS: Not all of us are evil’ watch, water bottle, and signed bookmarks, plus a $25 Amazon gift card!
  • A second prize winner will receive a $15 Amazon gift card.
  • Open Internationally
  • Giveaway ends August 1st




Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Release Blitz: Stealing Home by @Comptonplations #excerpt #giveaway


stealing home by mj compton
release day blitz
Stealing Home by MJ Compton
Book Title: Stealing Home Author: MJ Compton Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance Release Date: July 26, 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
book blurb
She went to Cooperstown for the opera . . . and stayed for the baseball player. Chelsea Lyndon isn’t about to let a minor thing like being abandoned by her date in a strange town get her down. Maybe she grew up on romantic comedy movies, but she’s a self-reliant realist. No man is ever going to control her . . . not even a too-sexy-for-her-peace-of-mind retired baseball player. But Tripp Shaneybrook is determined to rescue Chelsea, whether she wants his help or not. Reluctantly accepting Tripp’s assistance when she discovers her bank account is empty and her credit cards maxed out, Chelsea lets herself enjoy being pampered and seduced. The weekend plays out like one of her favorite movies: pure fantasy. And the sex is incredible. But she needs to go home and resume her dreary life. Tripp has other ideas about that, too. And when that life begins to fall apart, Tripp is there to help pick up the pieces. Chelsea begins to trust the man whose actions backup his words. Until his past collides with her reality in a series of incidents that threaten to rip them apart forever.
excerpt
When my name was Chelsea Lyndon, I was a romantic fantasy slut. But I was not a cliché. I didn’t break off the heel of my shoe as I rushed to be somewhere. I was already where I wanted to be when I stumbled and twisted my ankle, which snapped the straps of my platform espadrilles and sent me face-first into a patch of mud. This wouldn’t have been so bad, except I was on my fantasy date. The date about which I’d dreamed since I was a little girl. Thank goodness I wasn’t with anyone who mattered. My Grandma Judy loved watching movies, and one of her favorites was Moonstruck with Nicholas Cage and Cher. There was a scene where Cage invites Cher to the Met. For some reason—probably because I was only about eight years old the first time I saw the movie—I decided that an opera date meant true love. So when Baird McKechnie, a casual business acquaintance, invited me to the opera, I accepted. Like generations of women in my family, I was looking for a happy ending. Oh, I was careful. World-class summer opera sounded a bit sketchy. Besides, I didn’t know Baird all that well. And I wasn’t completely stupid. I checked the Internet to make sure the Glimmerglass Opera was legit. The opera was for real. Based on the website, its potential for fantasy fulfillment was high, especially if the outing included one of the advertised gourmet picnics. And Cooperstown was also the hometown of the guy who wrote the book on which The Last of the Mohicans—the movie with Daniel Day Lewis—was based, and it was only about an hour and a half from Syracuse, where I lived at the time. Overall, the Glimmerglass possibilities outweighed Moonstruck. I should have known better. Baird purchased our meal in a restaurant in the village. I noticed immediately it was not the one listed on the Glimmerglass website. Shaneybrook’s was cute on the outside: white stucco with Mediterranean-blue trim. Festive pink-and-white-striped petunias filled planters on either side of the door. I waited in the car. We made it as far as the opera’s picnic grounds high on a hill above the theater. I noted the other picnickers had bottles of wine, stemware, wicker, brightly hued tableware, fabric napkins, and tablecloths. The setting appeared so civilized, so surreal—almost like a movie set. There was no gaily-striped tablecloth to spread over our table, no napkins, and no glasses. I tried to eat the sandwich from Shaneybrook’s, while I longed for lemony grilled chicken with orzo salad or duck confit on a bed of wheat berries. Instead, I had pink processed meat and white American cheese on bread so stiff and dry that it reminded me of the asphalt shingles on my grandmother’s apartment building. Mayo, iceberg lettuce, tomato, and onion. I’m sure that was someone’s dream sandwich, and another woman might find it wildly romantic, but not me. And it was hot. Humid. My long sundress clung to my thighs. Perspiration trickled down the sides of my face, along with my makeup. The air was so thick it was like breathing yogurt. My footing in my platform shoes was a bit wobbly as we started down the hill to the theater. Then I fell. In the mud. So much for a romantic date. Baird didn’t even help me to my feet, leaving that honor to an older gentleman who’d been eating at the picnic table next to us. Fifteen minutes later, we were back in Cooperstown parked in front of those ragged-edged petunias. Baird didn’t say a word to me but grabbed the lunch bag with our leftovers and stalked through the front door of the restaurant. I needed a restroom, so I followed him despite being an embarrassed, muddy, barefoot mess and despite the pain shooting up my left calf and thigh like splintery, ragged spears attacking me. I gritted my teeth and limped onward. Wetting myself wasn’t an option. The dining room was nearly full. I looked for someone to ask about using the restroom. That’s when I heard Baird scream, “You bitch!” He couldn’t possibly be talking to me, but the words still sliced through me like a hot knife through cold butter. I followed the sound of his vitriol and pushed through the swinging doors at the rear of the room. Roasting garlic perfumed the air of the restaurant kitchen. Something sizzled in a pan on the stove. Baird was screaming at a man in chef whites, who brandished a knife at him. A big knife. Baird threw the bag with the leftovers, and the chef skewered it midair. Something flew past me. An onion hit Baird on the head, halting the stream of obscenities spewing from his mouth. I turned to see who had hurled the onion. Daylight poured through a huge window, catching the culprit in a shaft of gold, turning his sun-kissed hair into a brilliant nimbus. Everything about him glowed, like an award statuette in a spotlight. I’d like to win him, I thought.  
meet the author
MJ Compton grew up near Cardiff, New York, a place best known for its giant, which inspired her to create her own fiction. Although her 30-year career in local television included such highlights as being bitten by a lion, preempting a US President for a college basketball game, giving a three-time world champion boxer a few black eyes, a mention in the Drudge Report, and meeting her husband, MJ never lost her dream of writing her own stories. MJ still lives in upstate New York with her husband. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Central New York Romance Writers. Music and cooking are two of her passions, and she enjoys baseball and college basketball, but she’s primarily focused on wine . . . and writing.
social media websitetwitterFacebookpinterestGoodreads
buy the book
MJCompton_StealingHome
amazon usamazon UKB&NkoboiBooksgoogle playARe

Loose ID

500x500 BEP Square
 

Monday, July 25, 2016

PROMO Blitz: Keeping Score

Women's Fiction


On Sale - Only $.99 July 25-31

Recipient of the Crowned Heart Award from In'Dtale Magazine! 

When her 9-year-old son wanted to play summer travel baseball, Shannon had no idea the toughest competition was off the field…. When her son Sam asks to try out for a travel baseball team, divorced mom Shannon Stevens thinks it’ll be a fun and active way to spend the summer. Boy, is she wrong! From the very first practice, Shannon and Sam get sucked into a mad world of rigged try-outs, professional coaches, and personal hitting instructors. But it’s the crazy, competitive parents who really make Shannon’s life miserable. Their sons are all the second coming of Babe Ruth, and Sam isn’t fit to fetch their foul balls. Even worse, Shannon’s best friend Jennifer catches the baseball fever. She schemes behind the scenes to get her son Matthew on the town’s best baseball team, the Saints. As for Sam? Sorry, there’s no room for him! Sam winds up on the worst team in town, and every week they find new and humiliating ways to lose to the Saints.

And the action off the field is just as hot. Shannon finds herself falling for the Saints’ coach, Kevin. But how can she date a man who didn’t think her son was good enough for his team … especially when the whole baseball world is gossiping about them? Even Shannon’s ex-husband David gets pulled into the mess when a randy baseball mom goes after him. As Sam works to make friends, win games and become a better baseball player, Shannon struggles not to become one of those crazy baseball parents herself. In this world, it’s not about whether you win, lose, or how you play the game… it’s all about KEEPING SCORE.


Praise for Keeping Score:

"I really enjoyed Keeping Score... If you are ready for a fun read, and want to know who comes out on top (will it be Team Shannon or Team Jennifer?),  give this book a read." - Chick Lit Central

"KEEPING SCORE is a great read--one I didn't want to put down. I would recommend it for anyone looking for a fun take on life, love, and kids." - Caroline Fardig, bestselling author of "It's Just a Little Crush"

"All in all this was a fun read that keeps the story going and will have your mouth dropping open at certain points... Grab this book and sit down for a fun, light read!" -- Joe Cool Review

"A must-read for any sports or contemporary lovers..." five stars! - InD'tale Magazine

"Keeping Score by Jami Deise is a wonderful novel, a story of love, despair, desire, and hope all mixed into one." Anne Marie Reynolds for Reader's Favorite




EXCERPT

 Sam grabbed his baseball bag out of my trunk and ran down the hill to the softball field, where the try-out was taking place. I was still in my work shoes, so I followed slowly behind.
 When the field was in sight, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A huge banner proclaiming “SAINTS BASEBALL” was strung across the backstop. There were nearly seventy nine-year-old boys, all wearing their baseball uniforms. The single set of bleachers overflowed with parents, who were also standing behind the backstop and near the baselines. Even Saints founder Patrick O’Connor had made an appearance. He seemed very pleased every time some star-struck dad asked for an autograph. 
When I got closer, I could hear the parents’ anxious, boastful chatter.
 “Saints assured us that the try-out’s just a formality for Trevor. They’ve been trying to get him to play select since he was six, but we didn’t think that was fair to the other kids, having to be on a team with someone so much younger and so much better.”
 “I thought it was too soon, but Kyle’s pitching coach wanted to get a number. He’s already throwing seventy miles an hour. The coach thinks he’ll be at ninety five in high school.” 
 “Jeremy isn’t going to be able to blossom to his full development in a cold-weather state. We’ll be moving to Florida in the fall so he can play year-round. The Florida State coach said he’d sign him right now if he could.”
 That gnawing feeling that showed up every time Sam was at bat took up residence in my stomach. What if David were right? What if all these kids threw sixty miles an hour, made plays that made Derek Jeter look klutzy, and hit the ball into Virginia?
 Then I remembered what Mike had said: That based on what he’d seen, Sam should have no problem making the Saints team. I took a deep breath and told myself that all this bragging was just that, and if I wanted to, I could sit down and babble about how two select teams were fighting over Sam, and which one should we chose?
 A tall man wearing a Saints jersey that said "Coach Kevin" pinned the number 55 on Sam’s back, and pointed for him to join other kids warming up in the outfield. Sam ran out there, his belly jiggling ever so slightly. The coach jotted something down on a clipboard. He was about my age, with an athletic build, curly brown hair underneath his baseball cap, a tanned face, and a cleft chin. His butt wasn’t bad, either. 
I reminded myself that I wasn’t here to ogle coaches. 
 Sam started throwing, but the balls weren’t coming back to him with any sort of regularity. I couldn’t see who his partner was, just the kid’s back -- Sam was playing with number 1. 
 I looked for a place to sit on the bleachers. And that’s when I saw her. Jennifer. She was covering her face with a paperback, obviously hiding from me. As if I wouldn’t recognize my own best friend from the neck down.
 Now I understood that look between Jennifer and Scott Sunday night, when I said I didn’t even know summer teams existed. It wasn’t, “Why didn’t Mike ask Matthew to play on his team.” It was, “Let’s hope Shannon doesn’t find out about the Saints try-out.”
 Someone who avoided confrontation might sit on the other side of the bleachers and pretend not to see her backstabbing best friend. But that someone wasn’t me. I climbed over a few people and squeezed in right next to Jennifer. 
 “Didn’t we read that in book club last year?” I asked. 
 She put the book down and painted on a big phony smile. “I never got around to finishing it. Shannon, I thought you already decided Sam was going to play for Mike this summer.” 
 “He can’t. His league won’t take Saints kids.”
 “Oh. Because, that’s the only reason we didn’t mention the try-out to you.” 
 “Really? So when exactly were you going to tell me? Because two days ago, I didn’t know anything about this.” 
 On the field, the kids finished their warm-up throws and got into lines at shortstop, second and first base. Now I could see that number 1 was Matthew. He got into the shortstop line, while Sam was directed to first. 
 A different coach walked up to home plate, struggling with a heavy bucket of balls and a metal bat under his arm. My stomach flipped as the true depth of the betrayal hit me. That coach was Scott. Obviously he had moved up in the coaching world, a promotion if you would, from rec to select coach. 
 And he never bothered to say a damn thing about it. Not to Sam or any of the kids on the Rockets. 
 I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. 
 Jennifer sighed, blowing her bangs up off of her forehead. Not a guilt sigh, but something more akin to righteous annoyance. 
 “Here’s the thing. The boys all do everything together. They’re interchangeable. Same classes, even though Matthew should be in the G&T program. Same teams. Same people, over and over again. Scott and I felt that Matthew really needed an activity that was his and his alone. So he could start to figure out who he was as a person.” 
 So Matthew was having an existential crisis. Nine years old seemed a little young for that, but everyone was an overachiever here in Persimmon.  
 Who was this person? Who was this woman, whom I’d called my best friend for years? How could she do this to us? 
 “And when Patrick told Scott he needed another coach for the U10 team, it just seemed obvious.”
 Patrick. As in Patrick O’Connor, the “Saint” of Saints Baseball, who was sitting three rows above us and to the left. Of course. Scott knew him through his work with the Orioles foundation. He’d only mentioned it a few hundred times. 
 Scott was hitting ground balls to the kids at short and second. They fielded them, and then threw to the kids at first. 
 Matthew and Sam came up at the same time. Scott hit a soft grounder to Matthew, so soft it barely came off the bat. Even so, it went through Matthew’s legs. Scott grimaced, then hit him another one. This one bounced off of Matthew’s knee. He dropped his glove on it, then picked up the ball and threw it to Sam. 
 The ball was nowhere near first base. Sam jumped into the base line, made the grab, then stretched his foot out to snag the bag. 
 Jennifer bit her lip. “He just really needs an activity that’s his and his alone,” she repeated. “Where he can shine, without all the pressure of performing for his friends. Can’t you understand?”
 “Of course,” I said, as another ball went through Matthew’s legs. 
 I patted Jennifer on the back. “But maybe you should have picked an activity that Matthew’s actually good at.” 
 I didn’t mean the words to sound as cruel as they did. But Jennifer’s face turned red, and her smile disappeared. “We’re supposed to be best friends,” she hissed. “But you’re so damned competitive where Sam and sports are concerned. I get it; he’s good. But you don’t have to make everyone else feel so terrible.”  
 She grabbed her book and stomped off loudly down the bleachers, joining the other parents behind the backstop. 





A baseball mom since 1999, Jami Deise wrote her first novel, KEEPING SCORE, about crazy travel ball parents, in 2013. Her second novel, THE TIES THAT BLEED, is about a vampire assassin for the FBI, although she personally has little experience slaying vampires. Jami is an associate reviewer at www.chicklitcentral.com and blogs at www.jamideise.blogspot.com. She currently lives (and sells real estate) in St. Pete Beach, Florida, with her husband Tom and dog Lady. Her college-aged son still plays baseball.

Contact Links


Purchase Links

 photo readingaddictionbutton_zps58fd99d6.png

Blog Tour: The Can't-idates by @The_Cantidates #interview



Non-Fiction
Date Published: January 2016
Publisher: Bobtimystic Books


: I’m not a political person by nature. Most of the time, it seems the political world plays out more like a lame ‘70s sitcom with all its predictable characters and routine storylines. However, last spring, I got tired of hearing friends and family complain about the lack of exciting, innovative candidates for president. Everyone seemed ready to vote for "None Of the Above." So, I decided to take a 10,000-mile road trip across America in May 2015 to meet several of the more than 1600 "real people" who are legit candidates for the presidency. Including a couple in New England.

The Can’t-idates is about dreamers -- not all of whom are tin-foil hat crazy -- who just want to fill a hole in their lives by running for president. And as I drove to meet them all, I realized a lot about not just my life but also about the country. If we could all take time to believe in what our parents always told us -- "Someday you can grow up to be president" -- maybe we wouldn't be in the shape we're in.

Purchase Links



Interview

Is There a Message in Your Novel That You Want Readers to Grasp?

The message is simple – “Do Your Crazy Thing.” We all have something in us that we want to try but seldom do because we worry what everyone else will think. I worried that writing a book about real people who run for president would get laughed out of the room. But then, as I met these extraordinary ordinary people who were doing something everyone said they were nuts to try, I realized what I had in common with them all. We all just want to go for our dreams, no matter how weird they seem to the outside world. And the book shows that ultimately, that’s okay.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

There are really two things, which occur on opposite ends of the process. The first is finding and refining a story or book idea. There are countless things that might be interesting for a graph or a chapter but ultimately, they flame out. You need to find something that will keep you as the writer engaged for as long as the project takes and sometimes that means churning through dozens of ideas before finding one that resonates. The second thing is what happens once you settle on your story. It’s always very tempting to second-guess yourselves as we sit there thinking up what to say. We’re writers. That’s what we do. But the only way to actually see your project through is to ignore those voices in your head that insist you rewrite even before you’ve finished a first draft. It’s far too easy to get caught up in the cycle of doubt and become paralyzed.

How many books have you written and which is your favorite?

 I have done three books over all, but the first two don’t really count in my view. They were like “starter” books, the first a quickie biography of Alanis Morrisette and the second an as-told-to tome about the life and times of a B movie actress. I don’t count them because they weren’t “my” books. I couldn’t put my thoughts and feelings into them. So my current book, The Can’t-idates: Running For President When Nobody Knows Your Name, is my favorite because I was able to dig deep and explore any and all themes I wanted to.

If You had the chance to cast your main character from Hollywood today, who would you pick and why?

My book is non-fiction, so it doesn’t really count. Although I will say that the characters I met are so vivid and engaging, I would love to see a reality show created out of the book.


When did you begin writing?
There are times I’ve assumed I was already writing in the womb. By the time I knew my alphabet, I was trying to create stories. In the fourth grade, I was so desperate to be a writer that I actually create my own superhero “books” featuring a trenchcoat-clad rodent named Marmaduke Mouse. I’d handwrite a few pages of story, illustrate them and then use the carbon copier (yes, that one that smelled great) to make copies to sell for a nickel. That led to a new series about a team of animal heroes, named The Foogaloon Foursome. And after that, I was writing my own sports newspaper for the school. I don’t recall selling a copy to anyone I wasn’t related to, but I actually still have copies of those projects. Fingers crossed they’ll make their way to eBay someday!


How long did it take to complete your first book?

I’ll use The Can’t-idates as the example here because I really do see it as my debut. The idea to explore the world of real people running for president had been with me for a few years, ever since I worked as a producer on a talk show and met a vampire pro wrestler who was a candidate. Then, in the winter of 2015, pretty much everyone I knew was unhappy with their mainstream choices for president. I discovered that 193 others had filled out their paperwork to run (the number has grown to 1800 at this point), and it occurred to me that we have far more choices than we realize. So, in early May, I drove 10,000 miles across the country in three weeks to meet my “Can’t-idates.”  I began writing my first draft in early June and was finished with it by mid-October. I immediately started revising and finding a publisher, and by Thanksgiving, I had a finished product.

Did you have an author who inspired you to become a writer?

The writer who has always moved me was Spaulding Gray. I knew little about him till I’d seen the movie Swimming To Cambodia, a documentary that perfectly captured one of his readings. After that, I devoured all of his books and never missed his live shows. I’ve never read a writer with such an incredible ability to look deep inside himself, find things we can all understand and relate to and then share them in an amusing but enlightening way. I like to think the best writing is the writing that acts like a mirror. And Gray was the best at that.

What is your favorite part of the writing process?

Well, I’m tempted to say “the END of the writing process.” There is a sense of relief that happens as you type the last period on your first draft. It’s hard to describe until you feel it yourself but trust me, it is great. However, as a non-fiction writer, my favorite part of the book-creating process is the interviews. I’ve been a journalist my entire life, and I love sitting down with people and discovering who they are. While working on The Can’t-idates, I spent about five hours talking to all my interview subjects. It was in those hours that I could literally see my book taking shape before my very eyes. Which is a very exciting process to be a part of.

Describe your latest book in 4 words.
Fun. Relatable. Personal. Different.


Can you share a little bit about your current work or what is in the future for your writing?



I am still developing my next project. All I can say at the moment is I want to explore my lifelong battle with depression by getting out into the world and finding people and places who might help me put it all in perspective. I know, I know…..doesn’t sound like anything right now but 18 months ago, my desire to drive cross-country to meet real people running for president didn’t seem like anything either. 



Craig Tomashoff is a freelance writer/producer based in Los Angeles. His blogs appear regularly at Huffington Post.com. Most recently, he was a producer for The Queen Latifah Show. Prior to that, he served as Executive Editor of TV Guide, and has also worked as Associate Bureau Chief for People. In addition, he has written for the Hollywood Reporter, the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times and Emmy Magazine. Prior to The Can’t-idates, he was the author of You Live, You Learn: The Alanis Morissette Story and co-wrote I’m Screaming As Fast As I Can: My Life In B-Movies with Linnea Quigley. He has also worked as a television writer/producer for such series as VH1’s Behind the Music, The Martin Short Show and The Late Show With Craig Kilborn.

Contact Information
Twitter: @The_Cantidates



Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Blog Tour: Vampire Creed by Rain Grey #interview #giveaway



Paranormal Romance
Date Published: June 1, 2016


Barnaby Blaine Rice was a Vampire born in the depression with a very special power to see who people truly were. After a long, empty existence of witnessing the darkest points of humanity, Blaine happens to encounter a beautiful married woman named Mary Slate. Unable to handle his love for the beautiful human, Blaine accidentally kills another Vampire over her and is put under a serious debt with the Vampire Council. 
Blaine reluctantly forces himself to forget the woman and allows her to live her life without his intervention. It wasn’t until 50-years-later that the distant memories of the captivating Mary are brought back to the surface. Blaine has the pleasure to encounter the young Wendy Slate, granddaughter of Mary Slate after a criminal vampire keeps her hostage. Blaine got there in time to stop the criminal, but not to stop the beginning of Wendy’s transition into Vampirism. 
As he was forced to sire her into this new world, he discovers that Wendy is the most amazing person he’d ever met. Wendy has to make a life-altering decision as Blaine has to deal with his blooming feelings for a woman who was identical to his first love. This modern love story introduces the most influential turning point of these lover’s lives.  

Buy Link
Amazon

Interview

Is There a Message in Your Novel That You Want Readers to Grasp?

Love conquers all so no matter how hard it gets you have to have self belief.


Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
  
I find it difficult to write dialogue that is comedic.
  

How many books have you written and which is your favorite?

 This is my first. And so far my favorite.


If You had the chance to cast your main character from Hollywood today, who would you pick and why?

Lilly Collins. She has a charm and grace few other actresses have.


When did you begin writing?

Last year.


How long did it take to complete your first book?

One year and one month.
  

Did you have an author who inspired you to become a writer?

Amanda Hocking.


What is your favorite part of the writing process?

Completion of the first draft.


Describe your latest book in 4 words. 

Mysterious, heartbreaking, ecstatic, wonderful.


Can you share a little bit about your current work or what is in the future for your writing?

I am writing a ghost story and I hope to write a few more paranormal romances.





About the Author

Rain Grey is a psychologist by profession. However, she has been writing books since she was fifteen years old. She loves anything supernatural and her favourite genres are vampire Romance and ghost fiction. Her home in England is close to the town of Stratford Upon Avon, where William Shakespeare was born. 


Contact Links
FREE books sign up:  http://ow.ly/4nfBNV


Friday, July 15, 2016

Blog Tour: Lioness of Kell by @PaulEHorsman read my #review



Young Adult / Light Fantasy Adventure
Date Published: March 16, 2016

Secure in his position as the Prince-warlock's son, seventeen-year-old Basil is content with his solitary life of study and magic. He has a comfortable set of rooms in his father's tower, he has his books and scrolls, and he is perfectly happy. Until the Warlockry Council summons him, and their demands sets his whole, safe existence tottering. Scared and unsure, he decides to run, and takes the first ship out of town. On board he meets Yarwan, the handsome midshipman, who awakens feelings he never knew existed.

Maud of the M'Brannoe, at eighteen already a mighty warrioress, is about to graduate as a Lioness, a special duty officer answering to the Kell Queen and no one else. The Prince-warlock asks her to fetch a certain boy from a pirate town, who could act as a double for his son. On their way back, someone sabotages their airship and the two find themselves marooned in an ill-reputed forest. Together, the young lioness and Jurgis the lookalike battle their way to the coast and a ship home, while finding solace in each other's arms.

Then the four young people meet, and Basil learns of a spell that might help him. Only the spell's creator, the infamous Arrangh Warlock, disappeared nearly a century ago. When the four young people decide to go searching for him, they start on a path leading to an old war and unsolved mysteries that will change the world. Or kill them.

A spirited fantasy story of high adventure and romantic love in a world where both magic and early modern technology flourish.


Purchase Links



Review

This is a very imaginative Fantasy. There was a lot of time to get used to the world that Paul E. Horsman has created, but once I understood the world, I was truly invested.

I liked that this was fantasy but also had many other qualities that made it lovable to readers of other genres as well. 


Paul E. Horsman (1952) is a Dutch and International Fantasy Author. Born in the sleepy garden village of Bussum, The Netherlands, he now lives in Roosendaal, a town on the Dutch-Belgian border.
He has been a soldier, a salesman, a scoutmaster and from 1995 till his school closed in 2012 a teacher of Dutch as a Second Language and Integration to refugees from all over the globe.
He is a full-time writer of light fantasy adventures for Y.A. and older. His books are both published in the Netherlands, and internationally.

Contact Information