{Release Week} Unwilling – K.D. Wood

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Title: Unwilling
Author: K.D. Wood
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Release Date: November 11
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
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Neely McIntire’s dreams warn her about the future but will not protect her from the danger hiding in plain sight. On graduation night, she plans to tell her best friend, Hayden Nelson, that she’s in love with him. Instead, they argue. Neely’s hurt feelings leave her vulnerable, giving her secret admirer, Andrew Huckley, the opportunity to put his mother’s monstrous plan into motion. When Neely gives in to her broken heart and pushes him away, Hayden knows he must fight to recapture the spark he felt in their last kiss. But will he find her in time to reverse the damage or will she be changed forever?



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Want a glimpse into the book? Check out this head to fingertip outfit of Neely’s! You even get the real life Tarma necklace from the book. (And guess what? Author K.D. Wood actually wears this necklace and earrings every day.) And If you haven’t read the first chapter on Wattpad, go READ and you’ll see what I mean. 🙂 Chapter One


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K.D. Wood lives in north Mississippi with her family and a very spoiled White Waug. When not in her office pounding the keys she can be found under a snuggly blanket, cup of donut shop close by with her nose in a book. Follow her on Twitter at @KDWoodauthor, like her on Facebook, you’ll find her neglecting her blog at K.D.Woodauthor.blogspot.com, or email her at K.D.Woodauthor@gmail.com

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[Spotlight} Fractured Dream (The Dreamer Saga Book 1) – K.M. Randall

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Fractured Dream (The Dreamer Saga, Book 1) by K.M. Randall

Genre: Fantasy, Fairytale

Published: June 21, 2014 by Booktrope Publishing

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Blurb: Have you ever wondered where fairytales go once they’re created?

It’s been eight years since Story Sparks last had a dream. Now they’re back, tormenting her as nightmares she can’t remember upon waking. The black waters of Lake Sandeen, where her Uncle Peter disappeared decades before, may hold the secret to Story’s hidden memories, or a truth she’d rather not know. On a bright summer afternoon, Story and her two best friends, Elliott and Adam, take a hike to the lake, where they dive into the cool water and never reemerge. What they find is beyond anything they’ve ever imagined could be possible, a world where dangers lurk in the form of Big Bad Wolves, living Nightmares and meddlesome witches and gods.

Now Story must remember who she really is and somehow stop two worlds from ultimate annihilation, all while trying not to be too distracted by the inexplicable pull she feels toward a certain dark-eyed traveler who seems to have secrets of his own. The fates of the worlds are counting on her.

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As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although that has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates in writing fantasy and delving into the paranormal. When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she is the editor-in-chief of a blog covering the media industry, as well as an editor with Booktrope Publishing. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband and her extremely energetic little boy. Fractured Dream is her first novel.

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{New Release} A Courtship for Cecilia (The Love Birds Series Book 3) – Ruth J. Hartman


Title: A Courtship for Cecilia
Author: Ruth J. Hartman
Series: The Love Birds Series, Book 3
Release Date: October 28, 2014

Blurb: Cecilia Fletcher yearns for true love with the man of her heart. A life of her own away from her demanding mother would be an added benefit. But in order to do that, Cecilia must live a lie, making it necessary to use a false name in order to hide a family secret.

Barrington Radcliff was betrayed by a woman who he thought loved him. Because of that, trust is hard to willingly give. When he meets pretty Cecilia Fleming, his heart wants to give her a chance. Something about her doesn’t ring true, but Barrington allows love to overrule his good judgment.

Can Cecilia and Barrington get past their hurt and secrets long enough to find true love?

Is the chance for love worth the risk of a broken heart?

Excerpt: And there she was. The lavender dress was even more stunning up close. It fit her curves snugly, off the shoulders and dipping low over her breasts. Her cheeks had a rosy glow about them. Whether it was from the warmth of the room or excitement of the evening, he knew not, but found it quite appealing.
Her eyes… Somehow next to that particular shade of her dress, they had taken on the exact same color. Incredible. He could scarcely blink, afraid somehow the lovely vision she produced might be lost, not to be rediscovered.
Lord Lofton cleared his throat, startling Barrington from his reverie. “Mr. Radcliff, I’m sure you remember my cousin, Miss Fleming?”
“Indeed.” Barrington bowed to her. Had he appeared the buffoon, staring at her as if he were a love-struck boy of ten? “Lovely to see you again, Miss Fleming.”
She lowered her gaze, her long lashes sweeping against those rosy cheeks. “And you as well, Mr. Radcliff.”
Music from a different song began. Suddenly Barrington longed for nothing more than to hold Miss Fleming in his arms and never let her go. To sway to the music, twirl her dainty frame around and press his fingers to her waist once more. Would her hair smell like roses if he leaned close? Or would her scent of choice be lavender, as a nod to her color of dress? Would she place her hand on his shoulder, the other snuggly fitted in his?
Lord Lofton cleared his throat a second time.
He’d done it again. Get a hold of yourself, man! The only way to stop imagining what delights were in store for him with Miss Fleming was to actually ask her to dance. He held out his hand. “Miss Fleming, might I have the pleasure of a turn about the floor?”
She blinked. The corners of her lips rose, the left side a tiny bit higher than the right. Adorable. “Yes. I would like that. Very much.”
The full skirt of her gown swished against his trouser leg as she stood. A ripple of desire went through him. From her gown? He swallowed hard. Something about this woman grabbed hold of him down deep inside. It was as if he’d never truly lived until he met her. But how could that be?
In all his years spending time with Martha, the outings, the parties and events, he’d never, not once, experienced anything remotely like he felt right now. A hundred bees stinging his heart couldn’t give it more of a jolt. A thousand chirping birds signaling the coming of spring couldn’t equal the joy in his soul. A million sonnets sung of the purest love in existence surely couldn’t fill his mind with more wonder than standing there holding Miss Fleming’s hand.
Miss Fleming tilted her head and blinked. Someone tapped his shoulder. Barrington inwardly groaned, grief stricken that the magical spell had been broken. He peered behind him.
Lord and Lady Lofton stood quite close, both biting their lips as if trying not to smile. “We’re going out to the ballroom floor to dance and thought perhaps…” Lord Lofton pointed behind them.
Ah… Miss Fleming’s chaperones didn’t want to leave their charge unattended. With a sigh, whether of remorse for the end of the perfect moment or in splendid anticipation of the dance, he knew not. As long as he was in Miss Fleming’s company, he would be content.
Barrington offered his arm to his dance partner and they followed Lord and Lady Lofton. They didn’t, however, take a space very near them. Instead, Barrington lagged behind so he could have some privacy with Miss Fleming. If there is privacy to be had amongst several hundred people. At least her cousins’ ears wouldn’t be able to listen in on their conversation.
Miss Fleming placed one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hand. They began to dance but she appeared to be inordinately interested in her slippers. Were they new? Perhaps she was concerned they would get scuffed amidst all the moving feet close by.
“Your slippers are lovely, Miss Fleming.”
She inhaled sharply and raised her gaze to his. “Oh. Thank you.”
“I thought perhaps you were concerned for their well-being.”
She shook her head, but the hint of a smile played at her lips.
“Are you enjoying your stay with your cousins?”
“Have you done anything of particular enjoyment while there?”
She lifted one shoulder. “No.”
Would he be required to have the whole conversation on his own? Maybe she was nervous. Sometimes crowds did that to people. He’d never particularly liked them. Perhaps if he could find something about which she was interested, she would be more willing to speak. Barrington twirled her around and sighed when she was rested once again in his arms. “Do you enjoy dancing?”
She nodded.
“How about… card games? Have a particular favorite?”
Wisps of hair danced around her face as she shook her head.
This wasn’t going at all as planned. There must be something. He had a feeling that conversing about a topic as benign as the weather wouldn’t coax any more from her than a shrug. “Are you fond of animals? Have any pets?”
Her eyes sparkled and her entire face lit from within. “Oh, I adore cats.”
“Do you? Splendid.” Finally, something had caught her interest.
“My cat’s name is Henry.”
“Named after a king?”
She laughed. “No, although I’m sure he thinks of himself as royalty.”
“Does he perhaps sport a tiny crown?”
She smiled.
“Carry a tiny scepter around in his paws?”
Her eyes crinkled at the corners. “I’m afraid not, although if I could procure something of that nature, it would be fun to try.”
“The cats I’ve known over the years never struck me as being malleable and complacent enough to allow something to be placed on their heads, much less in their paws.”
“You’re probably right. I suppose I’ll have to settle for using my imagination when it comes to dressing Henry in anything other than what he already wears.”
Barrington lowered his brow. “Your cat wears clothing?”
She sputtered a laugh and then covered her mouth with her hand. “No. But he does wear fur, you know.”
“Good point. I’m sure he’d get quite cold in winter otherwise.”
She stumbled and he pulled her close. But only for a moment. Any more than that and the whole room full of attendees would murmur and stare. Barrington stepped back to an acceptable distance.
“Pardon me.” She glanced up, her gaze resting on his. Those eyes… so incredible in color and surrounded by long lashes.
“For what, may I ask?”
She looked down again to her slippers. “I’m afraid I’m rather clumsy.”
“Nonsense. You dance beautifully.” She did seem a trifle unused to the steps, but of course, he would never make comment. Surely she’d been brought up learning to dance, as all of his peers had.
“Now you’re just being kind.”
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “If I’m being kind, it’s only a natural inclination to your sweet disposition.”
An attractive tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks. “Thank you, Mr. Radcliff.”
Barrington stared at her lips as she spoke. He couldn’t help it. Their fullness rose and fell with each syllable, alternately exposing and covering her tongue as if playing a game of hide and seek.
Miss Fleming tilted her head and blinked as if waiting for something.
Waiting… What was she—? Oh. “You are quite welcome.”
She shifted her gaze to the left and then right. Had he said something inappropriate so she was choosing not to engage him further? Barrington tried to recall their short conversation. Nothing stood out as being off-putting or rude. What could it be?
Someone tapped his shoulder. Who would have the gall to interrupt a dance when—? He whipped his head around to see… Lord Lofton?
With a chuckle, the earl indicated the area from which Barrington had collected Miss Fleming. “Since the dance number is over, we thought perhaps you might join us in refreshment.”
Over? What in the—? Barrington glanced about the room. He and his Miss Fleming were the only ones still dancing. A glance down showed him that his feet were indeed still moving. Stop that at once! He paused and swallowed hard. Only then did he notice the absence of music and people grinning at him as they passed by.
Good heavens. I’m losing my faculties.
Miss Fleming bit her lip and her face reddened. The color spread to her neck and all the way down to her—
He snapped his chin up. You can’t stare at a woman there. Especially not in public! “P-pardon me, Miss Fleming. W-would you care for some refreshment?” Good gracious! He sounded like a bumbling buffoon.
She gently extracted her hand from his and placed it on his arm. “That would be quite lovely. Thank you.”
I hadn’t even let go of her hand yet. Barrington’s legs were as quivery as pudding when they made their way from the ballroom floor. What was happening to him? The tiny wisp of a girl brought him practically to his knees.
Lord and Lady Lofton preceded them. The latter peeked over her shoulder at Miss Fleming and then giggled. Barrington wasn’t brave enough to look at his partner, but was fairly certain her polite cough covered a tiny laugh as well.
Oh the horror.

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ruth author pic small Ruth J. Hartman spends her days herding cats, and her nights spinning sweet romantic tales that make you smile, giggle or laugh out loud. She, her husband, and their three cats, love to spend time curled up in their recliners watching old Cary Grant movies. Well, the cats, Maxwell, Roxy and Remmie, sit in the people’s recliners. Not that the cats couldn’t get their own furniture. They just choose to shed on someone else’s. You know how selfish those little furry creatures can be.

Ruth, a left-handed, cat-herding, Jeep-driving, farmhouse-dwelling romance writer uses her goofy sense of humor as she writes tales of lovable, klutzy women and the men who adore them. Ruth’s husband and best friend, Garry, reads her manuscripts, rolls his eyes at her weird story ideas, and loves her in spite of her penchant for insisting all of her books have at least one cat in them. Or twelve. But hey, who’s counting?


{Midnight Musings} How Did It Get To Be Almost 3 AM Already?

I was on such a great sleep schedule for about a week and now I’m back off of it. Figures!

I have a huge to do list for the week coming up. I and a few friends are putting on an online auction to raise money for a blogger friend whose family has to start over again after losing everything. There’s also my volunteer work and helping promo authors and fitting in some reading whenever I have a spare moment.

I would have a bit more reading time if I cut out one of my half hour Minecraft sessions, but no. Not happening.

This week I am looking into having my carpets professionally cleaned because four cats? Yeah, definitely need cleaning.

I’ve also been helping a friend look for a lawyer in Toronto to help with getting child support for her kids.

Not to long from now it’ll be winter, but since I am unable to stand for long periods of time, I’m going to sit and direct my teen boys how to clean windows! We are really, really big on getting the boys to be more proactive around the house since my mobility has greatly declined. I’m finally going to look into finding a neurologist and have them run some tests as I just seem to be getting worse instead of better.

I hope y’all enjoyed Halloween and that you had fun with friends, family, and kids if you have them!

{Cover Reveal} Here|Now – D.D. Lorenzo

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HERE/NOW Book 3 of the Depth of Emotion Series

Carter Sinclair…
He’s gone home.
He’s assessed mistakes.
He’s risen from the ashes.

Carter was a “rules” kind of guy. He worked and believed in the system, but the system was unjust. His wife is dead, his brother tragically injured, and an innocent woman paid for the sins of another. Assessing his life, he determines that deceit and lies no longer have a place there. He’s lived in the darkness of his own despair, and watched evil corrupt the lives of those he loves. His intent is to destroy it.
What he didn’t expect was something beautiful to emerge from the darkness…
Regret lives in the past.
Hope lives in the future.
Reality is the present.

is the struggle.

Is it possible that tragic circumstances can birth the most unexpected blessings?

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DD Lorenzo is a modern-day storyteller. Her novels reach deep into the heart of readers and engage them through the emotions of her characters. DD resides in Maryland, The Land of Pleasant Living. She met the love of her life in high school and decided to look no further. Together, they have an eclectic and amazing family. When she isn’t writing stories of the impassioned lives of her characters, she is rooting for the Baltimore Ravens or the Baltimore Orioles. Her favorite pastimes include spending time with the wonderful people in her life and riding in her husband’s classic Mustang to the Eastern Shore. “Selective/Memory” is Book 2 in The “Depth of Emotion” Series. It is the conclusion to the cliffhanger “Positive/Negativity” (she promises!). There are five books planned for the series. Book 3, “Here/Now” will be centered on character Carter Sinclair, a fan favorite. “Here/Now” is planned for release Fall, 2014.

{Midnight Musings} Why can’t it just stay 68 in the fall?!

I live in the Northeast and let me tell you; we are already gearing up for winter! I have the heat on in my house and in the car wherever I go. I am bundled up in two blankets at night with my feet snuggled into socks, and let’s not even get started on why I can’t find any cute winter boots under $40!

Does anyone else suffer from sleep apnea? I am supposed to use the cpap machine, but it makes me feel like I’m suffocating, so I stopped using it. Of course my lung doctor won’t be too excited, but just thinking about it is making my lungs want to close up ship and leave town.

I have been helping a friend plan her wedding from the invitations to the light supper to the music. I’m pretty sure we’ve settled on checking out jimijive5.com. Their version of Unchained Melody is so hauntingly BEAUTIFUL!!

I am SO IN LOVE with the first house on the slider for this site! SO PRETTY! Can you tell I’m itching to move a lot these days?

I hope y’all are staying warm and reading a good book! For a $10 gift card, what are your seasonal go to books?

{Midnight Musings} Wandering around the webverse with Angieleigh

The nights are getting colder and I’m still wandering around on the internet sharing links to interesting sites I find!

1. The Walking Dead is my FAVORITEST SHOW EVER. So in my meanderings of wondering where I would hole up during a ZA, I found Gene Kansas’ page for Commercial Real Estate in Atlanta. Let’s just say that I found a few places where I’d hole up and rooms I would fill with supplies and bedrooms for my beloved friends and family.

2. Somehow I found myself here and wondered if I could really think up some ingenious invention that I could patent. Sadly, my husband vetoed pretty much every suggestion I came up with and told me to go to bed already.

3. I work with a lot of authors and always love when I find new sites who offer great deals on the “swag” that my authors use at conventions or hand out as contest winnings. www.printingpeach.com certainly made me email some of my authors to share with them.

4. My niece is going to college right now studying medical imaging. I told her she should check out Caribbean Med School to see if she could take some classes online to get further ahead.

5. I have a LOT of cats and we’re considering getting ID tags for all of them so no one can steal anymore. Then I got lost looking at cute cats and adorable dogs. It’s a wonder I get any work done around here!

6. My skin has never recovered from my teen years when it seemed to be just one huge blackhead and zit. Thankfully I’ve outgrown acne for the most part, but I still get breakouts now and then. I have heard great things about the Clarisonic and decided to look up some reviews for it.

7. I plan on sharing nohatsmarketing.com with some of my clients because every business deserves to be branded and given every chance to succeed.

8. I’m starting to think that maybe I need to move to Georgia because I’ve heard that AC Spine & Wellness is amazing from some of my Georgia friends. I’ve researched different chiropracters and the like where I live and none of them compare to how this place sounds. And for a first visit cost of $49? That’s my copay for anywhere around here!

9. I drove my husband nuts by pursuing my interest in having something patented by watching this video here.

10. I seriously want to throw a reptile themed party for my nephew, that is until I remember that snakes scare the ever living daylights out of me and cause me to have a panic attack that verges on making me pass out. I may seem a bit neurotic, but there are loads of other people who hate them too!

To win one of four $5 gift cards to Amazon, tell me what you like to research in the dead of night!

{Midnight Ramblings} Angie’s thoughts when she can’t sleep

It’s true. I suffer from severe insomnia brought on by several of my illnesses and probably a medication or two. I have to sometimes heavily medicate in order to get more than two hours of sleep.

So while I’m up in the wee hours of the night, I tend to scour the internet for different ideas, new homes that I would love to own, and so much more. These midnight wanderings have now led to this new series that will post twice a week. And there will be a giveaway for each post where two lucky winners will win a copy of a book that I will randomly choose. Entering is easy; all you have to do is leave a comment on each post letting me know what you think and if this series is interesting or not.

1. While looking around at Realty in different states, I came across this housing development in Canada. I kind of really want to live in one of these apartments that I found through www.//wallaceliving.ca. EVERYTHING IS INCLUDED IN THE RENT! I pay more for my teeny tiny 3 bedroom apartment with separate utilities! I am now trying to talk the husband into moving to Canada.

2. After looking at those gorgeous apartments, I decided to check out houses. I fell in love with so many houses here at haltonhomeliving.ca that I almost thought to finally put the stories that I’ve written in my head onto virtual paper and use the houses as inspiration.

3. Further digging found me thinking that Canada is where we’re going to relocate to as I feel a great calling on my life to be there. Hispersonalbest.com totally made me want to pack up the husband and teen boys and set out for the peaceful, beautiful wilds of Canadian living!

4. And lastly, I want to work for Doggie Daycare in Edmonton. I love dogs!Of course they probably wouldn’t like to smell my cats on me, but they’d soon realize that I’m a huge pushover and slobber all over me.

Tonight’s contest is to win a copy of Drown by Jennifer Rae Gravely! There will be 4 winners in all.

Thanks for joining me in my midnight wanderings.

Until next time,

{Spotlight} Rivers (Order of the Sky Book 2) – Jennifer Rae Gravely

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Title: Rivers
Author: Jennifer Rae Gravely
Series: Orders of the Sky #2
Genre: New Adult
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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I’ve always been fascinated by ghosts. They’re simply lost souls looking for the conclusion to their story. After years of chasing the phantom of Stone into the night, I’ve sought to live and love again in the new chapter of my life. I’m not the naïve girl I once was. I know what I want, what I need. But like the tortured spirits wandering the earth, can I find the happy ending I crave or will the apparitions of the past destroy any chance of everlasting bliss?



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“I told you that you shouldn’t smoke.” Drew came up behind me.

“Don’t scare me like that.” I jumped. “I almost threw the cigarette into the water thinking you were Jackson.”

“Here, let me do that for you.” He snatched the cigarette and threw it into the river.

“Hey! I was enjoying that immensely.”

“You don’t need to smoke. If you aren’t worried about your health, then be vain and worry about your looks. Smoking will age you.”

“It’s not like I chain smoke or anything,” I tossed my hair over my shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s a horrible habit to start.”

“Then what self-destructive habit should I take up?”

“Why do you need to destroy yourself?”

“Pattern of my life.” I stared out at the stars in the night.

“Are you that unhappy?”

“Right now, yes.”

He put his hand on my shoulder. “What can I do to make it better? Anything, you name it?”

“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do.”

“I can make you happy.” He twisted me around to face him. “Run away with me.”

“Be serious, Drew.” I sighed. “Come teach me to jitterbug. Dancing will clear my mind. Not to mention, if we’re caught outside together, tongues will wag.” The door creaked open across the deck behind us. “Too late.”


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Author Bio

Jennifer Rae Gravely

Sweet. Sassy. Southern.

Born in Ohio but raised in Pickens, SC, Jennifer Rae Gravely graduated from Converse College with a triple major in History, Politics, and English before earning a master’s degree in education. Returning to her high school alma mater to teach English and coach volleyball, Gravely’s teams won five state championships and seven upper state titles in eleven years. Moreover, the SCACA named her coach of the year for the 2013 season.

Jennifer writes about the fictional Southern town of Keowee. The Astraea Press novels, Knight of the Dead and Set to Love, in addition to the short story, “Love and Diamonds,” deal with present day Keowee and are contemporary romances. The edgier novels of the Orders of the Sky series Drown and Rivers, published by Blue Tulip Publishing, take place in the eighties and nineties and are best classified as new adult fiction.

She lives with her husband, daughter, seven beagles, and three cats.

Jennifer loves to talk beagles, balls, and books!

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Ruin Boxed Set by Rachel Van Dyken:

Ruin: I’m not your typical girl. I’ve been running away from the memories that haunt me for so long that depression has become my only comfort. I was content in the darkness…until Wes Michels offered to be my light.

I didn’t know that time wasn’t my ally — that every second that ticked past was one step closer to the end of something that was beginning to mean the end of myself. He tried to warn me. He promised me all he was able to offer–each moment as it came–but it would never be enough.Sometimes when you think it’s the end, it’s only the beginning. Wes thought he could save me, but in giving me everything, he ruined me. Because after one kiss, one touch, I couldn’t–I wouldn’t ever be the same.

And from that moment on, his heartbeat became my own.

Toxic: Everyone has a secret…

Gabe Hyde is on borrowed time. He’s been hiding his identity for over four years-hidden from the world that used to adore him–obsess over him–driven to the edge of insanity by one poor choice.

But that one choice, altered the course of his life forever.

Pretending isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially when pretending means hiding your real self from the people that care about you the most. But if anyone ever discovered the truth it wouldn’t just be his life at risk–but hers.

Saylor doesn’t hate men.

Just Gabe.

Only Gabe.

He’s a reckless, happy-go-lucky, silver spoon fed pain in her ass. Everything about him makes her more and more confused. Unfortunately they both donate time at the same Group Home. If she wasn’t afraid of flunking, she’d be long gone. She hates that she’s attracted to him almost as much as he hates that he’s attracted to her–and she can tell, especially since their first encounter ended up making her knees so weak she couldn’t form coherent sentences for weeks afterwards. But the closer she gets to him, the more confused she becomes. He isn’t who he says he is, and he’s hiding something big.

What happen when two worlds collide? Two worlds that never should have met in the first place? Some secrets are too big to be hidden forever–the only question? Will his destroy everyone he loves? Or finally bring about the redemption he’s been craving for the past four years?

Everyone has a secret…What’s yours?

Extended Epilogue, Fearless: When I met Kiersten, time stood still. It was as if every cell in my body screamed HER. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t walk away, I couldn’t even move. My other half, my soul mate, was staring right at me. I had to have her. I had to make her mine. But I felt selfish doing that–knowing that I may not have endless amounts of time to give her…and even now that every things’ over with and I’ve been given that time back.

Nothing is ever certain in this life.

Which is why I’m about to do something crazy, impulsive, daring.

After all, what type of person would I be if I didn’t take my own advice?

I’m jumping off the cliff, I’m living fearlessly.

This is the continuation of Wes and Kierstens story.

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Caught Up In Her by Lauren Blakely: A sweet romance so perfect it could have been scripted by Hollywood. But can a first love survive past the first summer?

I’m not going to say it was love at first sight when I met her. I don’t believe in that. Because love isn’t about falling for someone’s looks. Though she was beautiful in every single way, from her dark, wavy hair to her gorgeous brown eyes, to the soft curves of her body. But that’s not why I fell so hard for her that summer. She took my breath away for reasons that had nothing to do with her looks. It was the the movies, the conversations, the walks through the small town, the nights on the beach with the waves rolling in, the way I could hold her hand and feel as if the world had simply melted away and we were all that was left. So, there was no love-at-first-sight. That would come later, and if it happened first it would take away all the reasons that stayed with me for the next five years. Even though you’re not supposed to fall for your best friend’s little sister. But that didn’t stop me…

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Meeting Trouble by Emme Rollins: Sabrina can’t believe her luck–she’s always dreamed of front row seats to see her favorite band, “Trouble,” but when she bumps into lead singer, Rob Burns, and he invites her backstage, she finds herself hoping her luck doesn’t run out–and that maybe, just maybe, all her dreams will come true.

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Trust Me by Christine Bell: As the oldest McDaniels boy, it’s always been Matty’s job to take care of his brothers, but lately, he’s been doing a crappy job of it. After a rough couple months, his brother Bash is finally back on track to make a big name for himself in the boxing world, but when his golden opportunity gets taken away, there’s nothing Matty won’t do to fix it. Even if it means making a deal with the devil…and his bossy, red-headed protégé.

Kayla James wasn’t always notorious Boston mobster Mickey Flynn’s right hand. Before that, she was nobody. He might not be perfect, but he took her in when she had no one else, and she’ll be forever in his debt. If he wants her to manage his cocky new MMA fighter and turn him into a money-making machine, she’ll do it…but she doesn’t have to like it.

Once she takes the job, though, she finds herself curiously attracted to Matthias McDaniels. He understands her better than anyone ever has and she doesn’t want to give him up, but it’s only a matter of time before he discovers the truth about her…

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{Cover Reveal} Hourglass 2 – K. Smith & Megan C. Smith

Title: Hourglass Squared

Authors: K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

After recovering from being scorned by the same man, best friends Brooke and Savannah have not only mended their friendship, but also their hearts. With both girls finally married to the Worthington twins, these women have found it all and are living in pure marital bliss.

But not all honeymoons last forever. When Brooke and Josh announce they have a baby on the way, Savannah realizes this is all a bit more than she signed up for. With pressure coming from Jake to start a family, tempers flare and relationships are pushed to the breaking point; driving her to the brink of insanity as she is propelled toward the house in suburbia with the white picket fence.

Brooke tries to stand by Savannah, and be the best friend she has always been, but soon the tables turn and Brooke will need everyone’s support as her world comes crumbling down atop of her.

Join Brooke and Savannah in Hourglass Squared as they fight any obstacle that comes their way, together. Relationships will be tested, friendships strained, causing the course of their lives to be changed, forever.


Rolling my head in the direction of the voice that just spoke my maiden name, I came face to face with none other than Luke Wellington. Utterly surprised by his presence I quickly tried to regain my composure, “It’s actually Savannah Worthington,” holding up my four carat diamond ring and matching wedding band I flashed it in front of his face and smiled, “I got married a little less than a year ago, so did Brooke.”

Luke smiled, reaching up to run his fingers across my cheek and I shuddered at his familiar touch, “I heard the two of you settled down, and with none other than our biggest competition, Worthington Squared.” Winking at me as his hand lifted his drink to his mouth.
“We did, Brooke and Josh are so in love, they’re even expecting a baby. We are so thrilled for them; all she talks about is being a mom.” I took a sip of the delicious rose colored drink that filled my champagne flute.

“And what about you,” Luke asked, “are you happy too? Will you and Jake be bringing a baby into the world anytime soon?”

Taking in a deep breath I pondered his question before answering, “Of course I’m happy, I love Jake, he is perfect, it’s just…” Faltering slightly I tried to form the rest of my sentence.

Luke’s eyes peered into mine. He may have turned mine and Brooke’s lives upside down, but regardless of all of that he still knew me like that back of his hand.

“What is it Sav?” He probed, sounding concerned.

Standing up I leaned in and hugged Luke tightly, “I’ve got to run; it was great seeing you, Luke.” Rotating on my heels I darted out before he could say goodbye and hustled back toward Hourglass to retrieve my car. Praying for the sake of my own relationship that this was as close to Luke as I’d ever be again.


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K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.

K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.


Megan C. Smith

Megan C. Smith

Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.

After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.

Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos.


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{Cover Reveal} The Green Dagger (The BlackMyst Trilogy Book 2) – Kelly Hess


The Green Dagger (BlackMyst Trilogy) by Kelly Hess

Publisher: Booktrope

Expected Publication: December 2, 2014

Genre: Middle Grade, Fantasy


Tensions rise between Delvengard and Sorak as the Sorak queen demands the return of the Blade of Torrill. As Delvengard scrambles to locate the mythical weapon, many fear war is inevitable. Fritz, who secretly possesses the dagger, is tormented by its evil. Eager to take control of its power, he journeys in search of a mysterious being who may be able to help. The Green Dagger, Book Two of the BlackMyst Trilogy, continues the adventure, five years after the events of Book One, Eyes of the Enemy.

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Kelly Hess grew up with a love of reading science fiction and fantasy that inspired him to write his own fantasy trilogy. He lives in Vacaville, California with his wife and son, and is putting the final details on the last two books of his BlackMyst Trilogy: The Green Dagger and The Third Power.

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{Jessa} Review: Dear Luke, We Need To Talk, Darth by John Moe

NOTE: I received a complimentary copy of this book in return for my honest opinion.

Book Description: “Dear Luke, We Need to Talk, Darth is proof that a funny book on pop culture doesn’t have to be snide and nasty. I loved everything about it.” —Jim Gaffigan

We all know how Darth Vader shared his big secret with Luke Skywalker, but what if he had delivered the news in a handwritten note instead? And what if someone found that letter, as well as all of the drafts that landed in the Dark Lord’s trash can? In the riotously funny collection Dear Luke, We Need to Talk. Darth, John Moe finally reveals these lost notes alongside all the imagined letters, e-mails, text messages, and other correspondences your favorite pop culture icons never meant for you to see.

From The Walking Dead to The Wizard of Oz, from Billy Joel to Breaking Bad, no reference escapes Moe’s imaginative wit and keen sense of nostalgia. Read Captain James T. Kirk’s lost log entries and Yelp reviews of The Bates Motel and Cheers. Peruse top secret British intelligence files revealing the fates of Agents 001–006, or Don Draper’s cocktail recipe cards. Learn all of Jay-Z’s 99 problems, as well as the complete rules of Fight Club, and then discover an all-points bulletin concerning Bon Jovi, wanted dead or alive—and much more.

Like a like a bonus track to a favorite CD or a deleted scene from a cult movie, Dear Luke, We Need to Talk Darth offer a fresh twist on the pop culture classics we thought we knew by heart. You already know part of their story. Now find out the rest.


Review: I had such high hopes for this book. The blurb sounds hilarious! Unfortunately, it didn’t live up to my expectations at all. It failed to deliver more than a slight chuckle, and those moments were few and far between. It was a good concept, but was ultimately a disappointment.
Jessa’s Rating: 2 stars out of 5

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{Cover Re-Reveal} Drown – Jennifer Rae Gravely

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Title: Drown
Author: Jennifer Rae Gravely
Series: Orders of the Sky #1
Genre: New Adult
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Booze. Brawls. Betrayal. The summer of 1988 changed everything. My parents separated, I left for college, and Stone Harrison lit my world like Apollo streaking across the sky. My obsession and desire for him overpowered all my sense and drained my sensibility as I fought to maintain control over my own destiny. Four years spent in pursuit of degrees and one certain soldier altered my future forever. Can I be the person I am destined to be with him or does a compromise of my soul spoil the perfect ending?


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“Come with me.” I grabbed Stone’s hand and led him from the table, through the den, and up the stairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us. “Ta-da.” I flourished my arms wide. “Welcome to my room.”

“Nice. You’ve never shown me your room before. Anything else you want to unveil?” Mischief flashed behind his eyes.

“Maybe,” I teased, touching his arm, “but first…” I skipped to the closet and lifted a box from the top shelf. “Your Christmas present. See, I didn’t forget you.” I carried the box to the edge of the bed.

“I could never forget you.” He reached out and put both hands around my waist, pinning me to his body.

My knees made like a hot knife through butter—I melted at his touch. My arms went around his neck as his lips consumed mine. Fire jumped from his hands as they slid up to my breasts. Fighting the undeniable undulation of the tide, I pulled away and murmured, “I have to tell you something.”

“I don’t want to know.” His lips found my neck.


“Stop talking.” He lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed. The box fell to the floor. “Oh, Andie—I’ve wanted you so much.” Skillfully, he began to unbutton my blouse. His powerful hands gripped my shoulders; his soft lips pressed against my skin. The blouse slid to the floor.

“I want you too.” I responded, my hands groping for his belt.

“Do you?” His kisses ceased and he jerked away. He stared at the nightstand. “Do you,” he repeated, “or do you want him?” He picked up the framed picture of Travis—arms encircling my waist, Christmas tree behind us in the background. The glass shattered as he threw it to the floor.

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Jennifer Rae Gravely

Sweet. Sassy. Southern.

Born in Ohio but raised in Pickens, SC, Jennifer Rae Gravely graduated from Converse College with a triple major in History, Politics, and English before earning a master’s degree in education. Returning to her high school alma mater to teach English and coach volleyball, Gravely’s teams won five state championships and seven upper state titles in eleven years. Moreover, the SCACA named her coach of the year for the 2013 season.

Jennifer writes about the fictional Southern town of Keowee. The Astraea Press novels, Knight of the Dead and Set to Love, in addition to the short story, “Love and Diamonds,” deal with present day Keowee and are contemporary romances. The edgier Drown, published by Blue Tulip Publishing, takes place in the eighties and nineties and is best classified as new adult fiction.

She lives with her husband, daughter, seven beagles, and three cats.
Jennifer loves to talk beagles, balls, and books!

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{Promo} The Lady Quills Chronicles – D.D. Chant

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TITLE – The Promise (book #1) The Vow (book #2)
SERIES – The Lady Quill Chronicles
AUTHOR – D.D. Chant
GENRE – Historical Fiction/romance/adventure/mystery
PUBLICATION DATE – 3rd March 2012 / 28th July 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 95.620 words / 108.290 words
PUBLISHER – Self-Publish

BOOK SYNOPSIS (The Promise & The Vow)

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Dear Reader,

I wish to tell you a tale that began with a promise destined to change the lives of many.

When only a child, Lady Adele of Berron lost her family during a dreadful battle and was betrothed to a stranger.

Lord Rafe of Valrek, only a boy himself when the battle of Calis raged, grew to be a feared warrior and trusted advisor to his King. But sadness filled his past and Adele served only to remind him of all he had lost.

However the promise that bound these two together caused great anger to some.
What, Dear Reader, happened in those days of treachery and darkness? Incline your ear that I may whisper the secrets that you so desire to hear……

Lady Quill


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Dear Reader,

My next story begins with Velrek, where Lord Rafe and Lady Adele’s arrival was cause for much celebration and rejoicing.

However Finan of Gournay, Rafe’s foster brother and the captain of Valreks army, could not help a lingering feeling of worry.

Were Rafe and Adele truly safe from Lord Kyule’s hate?

Adding to Finan’s problems was the unsettling presence of Rafe’s sister, Lady Esme. Used to keeping his distance from the woman of Valrek, Finan found that he could no longer escape as before.

As danger and treachery enveloped Valrek, Finan and Esme found themselves drawn together to fight the shadowy assailant that threatened the lives of those they loved.

What secrets would they unearth in their search for the enemy that taunted them?

Would they find that their stories were more closely linked than either of them ever knew?

Allow me please to answer these questions…

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EXCERPT (The Promise)

Rafe watched as Adele pushed a wisp of hair back from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. She was unaware of his eyes upon her, all her attention was on the robin that hopped about on the frozen earth, pecking at the crumbs she had scattered for it.
She must be tired, she had to be. Eda was even now asleep, curled up in the shelter of a fallen log. It was Eda who had begged for rest, for food, but never once had Adele demanded anything, no word of complaint had passed her lips. Still he was uneasy.
Adele and Eda had talk in a desultory manner, but there had been silence between himself and her for too long. At first he had not noticed, his head was too full of plans and worries for him to spare a thought for conversation. But for a long while he had been conscious of the deafening silence between them and had been made uncomfortable by it.
That was strange in itself because he had been used to long marches from an early age and had never found the quiet awkward before. Certainly he had never voluntarily conversed with any lady not related to him. He was surprised to find that the hush had become oppressive and longed for her to say something, however inconsequential, to show him that she was not upset by his having ignored her for so long. Maybe he should talk to her, but he could think of nothing to say.
The robin, encouraged by Adele’s stillness and enticed by the crumbs, bravely moved a little nearer. Adele smiled breaking another piece of rye bread and crumbling it between her fingers before dropping them to the floor. The robin fluttered away nervously and Adele laughed.
“’Tis only crumbs, you silly thing.”
The robin cocked its head to one side, regarding her speculatively from one beady eye before hopping a little nearer. He was so close that Rafe could see with incredible clarity the overlapping feathers on his bright red chest and he realised that he had never really looked at a robin before, not really looked.
“He’s a handsome fellow, isn’t he?”
Rafe was startled to hear Adele’s warm and friendly voice. He looked up to find her regarding him from wide, clear eyes.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, you were gone a long time you know.” She was still smiling, there was no reproach in her words.
“I was thinking,” answered Rafe apologetically. “Forgive me, I have not been very good company for you.”
“You are worried,” shrugged Adele. “I only hope that you have found some solution to the problem that vexes you so. It is not pleasant to be always troubled.” She scattered a few more crumbs for the waiting robin. “You know, this little fellow reminds me of a passage in the Bible.” Adele smiled again. “When Jesus was teaching upon the Mount of Olives and he said to take a lesson from the lilies of the field because they neither toil nor spin but even Solomon in all his glory was not comparable to one of them.” Her serene eyes drifted up to meet his gaze. “’Tis true; for I have never yet seen a fabric that could equal this little robin redbreast.”
Rafe stared hard into her softly unfocused eyes for some moments.
“You are a very unusual girl.”
The words slipped from his mouth before he could check them. Adele’s eyes met his and, for the first time in the short while he had known her, he saw that they were clouded with uncertainty.
It had been meant as a compliment, in his own mind it had been a praising description, although it was true that he never meant to speak the words out loud. It seemed that although she might well be unusual, she did have one thing in common with the rest of her sex. That was the belief that in a woman, unusual was not an epithet to aspire to. She had taken the comment to be little better than a slight and was embarrassed, he could tell.
It was with some surprise that he discovered that he would have given a great deal to unsay those words, or to come into possession of others that would assure her of his meaning. But he had none.
He knew not how to converse with women, although there were many who would have refuted that statement. Rafe was held as a favourite with ladies, they thought him charming, attentively courteous and yet still retaining that elusive air of reckless danger.
Rafe had never been easy in their company, it had rendered him silent. Strangely enough this silence had the effect of inspiring admiration in female hearts and these ladies believed that his lack of words had betrayed a great depth of emotion and sympathy.
Gradually he had learnt to suffer the discomfort he felt in their presence stoically. He had never found their conversation particularly interesting, but then again he had not found it to be fraught with as many difficulties as conversation with Adele so often was. Indeed these ladies would have said, had they been asked, that it was possible to converse with Lord Rafe in complete openness.
Rafe was innately polite and had always listened to their prattle in well concealed boredom, leaving them with the impression that he was a wonderfully sensitive man, with whom a lady could always enjoy a deep and meaningful conversation in which the souls of the principals had been poured out with unrestrained and frank honesty. The fact that Lord Rafe rarely said a word, but listened in silence while the Lady in question divested herself of her opinions on every subject under the sun, completely escaped them. This left said Lady with the impression that Rafe were something of a fountain of wisdom.
Thankfully there had never been the need to say very much, for it had often been his reflection that ladies were quite capable of holding a conversation without the participation of a second party. In fact they seemed vaguely put out when one interrupted them half way through their monologue.
It was different with Adele, she required active participation. To her conversation was to learn about others, not discussing, at length and in great detail, her own feelings and needs. He should have found the change refreshing, and in a way he did, but he found it alarming too.
Adele would have been greatly surprised to know that he had any interest in her at all and her opinion of this last remark was not well defined. She was conscious of a sinking feeling of disappointment, tangled up with hurt and embarrassment.
It had never occurred to Adele that she might be different to other girls, for she had thought that the whole point of her training at the fort was that she might conform to the idea of a proper wife. It came as something of a shock to find that this was not so and she knew a sudden and uncomfortable fear that perhaps she would not please Lord Rafe, that he too would be disappointed.
“Are you thirsty, Lady Adele?”
Rafe didn’t know what she was thinking, but he misliked the look of perturbed concentration on her face. She looked up at him, not having heard what he had said but knowing that he had addressed her. Her large, troubled eyes met his and he felt as if the breath were knocked from his body, suddenly he heard himself speaking.
“I did not mean that!” He registered the meaning of his words and began to stammer. “That is… ‘tis not that I didn’t mean it, ‘tis just… I just…”
He broke off, unsure if his tangled explanations were making it worse. He was relieved to find that the worry had faded from her eyes and that they were filled with the beginnings of mirth.
“You are funny when you become nervous.”
“I’m not nervous!” Rafe looked vaguely revolted by this description. “It is only that I did not mean it like that.” Again he looked sheepish. “All I meant was, that to be different… ’tis good… that is, Lord Rafe will be pleased.” He broke off abruptly again.
“You do not think Lord Rafe will mind?” asked Adele blushing. “You think he will like it, Finn?”
“I… yes.” Rafe cleared his throat and stood, looking in the direction in which they had come.
The conversation was becoming a little too complicated, too difficult. He even had a vague suspicion that the discussion should not have been taking place.
As he looked through the trees, his eyes keen and searching, worry entered his face. Adele saw it, saw his mind change track and begin on lines wholly different to those of a few moments before. He was gone again, lost to her as a companion. Though his form was still there standing across from her, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere along the trail that they had traversed, restless, questing, searching for answers, for something that she did not know.
Rafe turned at the sound of her voice, it was low, gently probing and for a few seconds he said nothing as he tried to recover his wondering thoughts. She didn’t speak again, did not question him, but sat looking up, her eyes placid, waiting for him to say something. He had the feeling that she was not requesting confidences, but merely seeking reassurance, the comfort of companionship with another person.
“You look tired.”
“So do you,” she replied. “In truth I think you must be more weary than I, for ‘tis you who must bear the responsibility of our journey.” She stole a look up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “And I think you are plagued by much worry, more even than befits the gravity of our situation.”
Rafe was taken back, few were the people who could read his thoughts with such a degree of perspicacity, and rare was the person who could hold their curiosity in check, questioning not from whence these other worries came. For some reason her understanding unsettled him.
“We have yet much ground to cover before we make camp tonight, it is best that we move along now.”



The night was black as pitch, so dark that Finan could not make out anything in the room. He sat upright, wondering what could have woken him. He was by no means a light sleeper and during the evening’s festivities had indulged liberally in mead. It had not been enough to inebriate, but enough to relax him and give him an altogether more cheerful view of the world.
So why was he sleepless now?
Grinding a fist against his eye, it suddenly occurred to him that the room was too dark. The fire had gone out, leaving the air to take on the chill of the night. He shivered and grumbled irritably under his breath.
He had managed to remove his tunic before falling in to bed, now with the woollen blanket and the furs covering the bed pooled at his waist, his skin was covered with gooseflesh. Vaguely he wondered if he could be bothered to relight the dead fire, or if it would be simpler to find another blanket. He was almost certain there was a spare at the foot of his bed.
Yawning he flung back the covers, but his sleepiness made him clumsy and he cracked his knee against the table to one side of the bed. With an angry oath he lurched to rest against the wall, soothing his bruised appendage. He stood there for some considerable time, cursing with a fluency that would have alarmed Lady Ebba, if only she had heard him. He found a great many things to curse: the table, himself and whatever fool had thought to put the table there in the first place.
Finally he straightened and sighed heavily. The flavour of smoke hung on the air and Finan frowned glancing to where his fire should have been burning merrily. There was enough of the scent of smoke to burn the back of his throat, yet no source for its abundance.
The mists of sleep cleared sharply from his brain, replaced by an uncomfortable sensation that something somewhere was amiss. It was a feeling that he had learnt long ago not to ignore, a cold certainty that clawed in his stomach giving him no peace.
Opening the door he stepped out into the hall beyond. The main house and great hall was used only during the day. One of the smaller secondary halls housed the bedchambers. It was a square structure with an apex roof, built with a secondary wall within a first and partitioned into private rooms. Finan had been given the first chamber on the left, as his duties called for him to be readily available for his men.
The stench of smoke was stronger in the hall but the large fire toward the end of the room was nothing more than a few glowing embers. After a few moments investigation, Finan found the source of the smoke; it seeped under the door of Rafe’s bedchamber. Panic welled within him and he threw back the bedroom door.
Smoke billowed out, causing him to recoil, with a shout for help he plunged into the room, almost blind with tears as the smoke laden air assaulted his eyes. He fought his way forward to the bottom of Rafe’s bed. He could just make out his friend’s form, unnaturally still beneath the covers, a twisted woollen blanket spreading flames over the furs.
Finan’s hoarse voice had no affect on the still form and he reached to pull the burning covers free from the bed. The walls on either side were aflame preventing Finan from stepping forward, and greedy flames licked at the frame of the bed. Finan made out Rafe’s heavy, fur lined cloak carelessly thrown over a nearby chair and used it to cover Rafe’s inert body.
It would at least shield him from the flames long enough for Finan to get him out of the room. He sucked in a dry lungful of hot air that scorched his throat and wiped the sweat free of his eyes.
There was no way past the flames that surrounded the bed, no way to reach Rafe but through the scorching heat. With sudden determination Finan plunged forwards, pain filling his mind as he felt the touch of fire on his hands and crawling along his forearms.
This couldn’t happen again, he couldn’t lose another brother!
Wrapping Rafe within the cloak, he hoisted him over his shoulder and staggered towards the door. The scorching burn against his shirtless skin was agonising but Rafe’s lax body in his arms frightened him more.
Dimly he was aware of shouting as the rest of the house became aware that something was wrong. As soon as he made it into the hall, eager hands lifted Rafe away from him.
“Don’t put him down in here.” Adele’s voice cut through the noise, her tone calm and confident. “Get him outside, he needs clean air, Finan too.”
“I must help with the fire.”
A firm grip fell on his shoulder and Finan grimaced shifting away from the touch. Esme released him immediately.
“You have helped enough Finan, there are sufficient people to see the fire is put out.”
Looking at the men staggering to and fro with buckets of water, he saw the truth of her statement. Worry for Rafe propelled him out into the cool night air.
Too many was the time he had seen someone shut too long in a smoky room die.
It didn’t seem to matter whether the flames had touched them or not, they fell into a sleep that no one could rouse them from.
Adele directed the men to lay Rafe down some distance from the house. She was shrouded in a plain nightgown, without a cloak to offer her protection from the night air. She looked more childlike than ever with the voluminous white folds billowing about her and her hair plaited neatly down her back.
Finan swayed, his vision blurring and nausea making his stomach roll.
“Finan? What is it? What is wrong?” Lady Esme’s concerned face swam before his eyes and he shook his head attempting to bring her into focus.
The nausea hit harder and Finan turned and vomited on to the grass. He’d never felt so weak before, his legs as unsteady as a newborn colt. Someone slid their arm around his waist, giving him much needed support as he discharged the rest of his evening meal on to the ground. His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees, despite the cold air his skin still seemed to burn.
Esme watched his laboured breathing worriedly. His hands were fisted and pressed into the ground either side of his knees and his head was bent forward, eyes tightly closed. She could see the pain in the lines of his face and red burns stood out patchily against pale skin.
Reaching forward she drew his head to rest against her shoulder, surprised that he didn’t pull away, but sagged tiredly against her. The new position gave a better view of his arms and hands.
The blood drained from her face and she winced.
Large blisters and red open wounds covered his skin from hand to elbow. Finan would bear a constant reminder of this night for the rest of his life.
Finan’s voice, rough and husky made her jump and she looked where Adele held Rafe’s limp form in her arms. Tears blinded her, closing her throat so she could hardly breathe.
It didn’t seem possible that her energetic, vibrant brother could be lying so still and silent. Was it just a few hours ago that he had stood before them all with the tale of his adventures?
Her gaze shifted to where her father clasped her sobbing mother tightly, a grey expression of horror drawing his features tight. Aisly stood to one side, immaculately elegant as ever, her long chestnut locks hanging around her slender frame, making her appear as some ethereal pagan goddess. There were tears standing in her eyes but Esme knew that Aisly would not let them fall. She clenched her hands into fists and stood stiff and defiant.
Finan struggled upright on receiving no response and cast a worried look down into her face. Whatever he saw expressed upon her features caused him to pull away and drag himself to where Rafe lay pillowed in Adele’s embrace. Adele wasn’t crying but there was bleakness in her expression, pain in her eyes.
“Is he…?”
“Give him but a moment.”
Adele’s soft voice was no more than a whisper and Finan felt that she was not exactly answering his question but reassuring herself. He gazed down at Rafe’s lifeless body and pale face. Bile rose in his throat as he recalled another white face and lax body laid out as if in sleep. His vision blurred between the two faces, both so dear to him.
Once again it seemed as though he sat in Lord Brogan’s tent, a bloody battle field without and Evoric’s body laid within. His brother had looked so calm, so peaceful, as if he slept. Finan had felt that he had only to reach out and touch his shoulder and Evoric would rise from his slumber.
He couldn’t recall how long he’d sat by his brother’s still form. It hadn’t seemed possible that Evoric was truly dead, Finan’s mind had recoiled from the idea, yet deep down he had known it to be the truth. It was why he could not bring himself to touch Evoric’s body and find it cold and lifeless.
In the end he had sat beside his brother through the night, and when the soldiers came to bury him the next morning, Finan had exchanged his own dagger with Evoric’s. At least they would always have something of each other that way.
Finan jumped at Adele’s soft voice, she was stroking Rafe’s cheek with gentle fingers. “You must wake up now, you have to try, can you not do that for me?”
Her voice trembled with the effort it took to hold back her tears, but still Rafe made no move. She bent her head to touch her lips to his brow.
“I know how strong you are, your heart still beats with the might of a warrior.”
Adele shifted to set a lingering kiss against Rafe’s mouth. Her next plea was so softly spoken Finan doubted anyone but he heard it.
“Pease, Rafe, you cannot leave me all alone.”


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{New Release} To Tempt An Earl (Greenford Waters Legacy) by Kristin Vayden

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Title: To Tempt an Earl (Greenford Waters Legacy, #2)
Author: Kristin Vayden
Genre: Regency
Series: Greenford Waters Legacy
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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Tempting an Earl is not for the faint of heart.

Thank heavens Bethanny is anything but faint!

Now, honest, perhaps–too honest, but never faint!

After all, why flirt when you can tempt? And why the devil would a woman choose to swoon, when she could be kissed?

Of course, she’d never try something so…honest, on anyone but Lord Graham.

He’s the only one she wants.

He alone has her heart.

He hadn’t a clue.

So it was only polite that she tell him.

Now, if only her blasted guardian, the Duke of Clairmont, would see Graham as more of a suitor than his old friend.

Because Graham is anything but old and most certainly not just a friend, not after that kiss, or that touch.

Though, if she were to lay all her cards on the table–which any gently bred woman ought–he wasn’t completely aware it was her mouth, her lips, or her touch.

But that’s beside the point now, isn’t it?

Loving her was betrayal, resisting her was impossible.


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“I wasn’t aware that this part of the house was open to the guests.” A rich masculine voice startled her from her musing.

“Pardon?” Bethanny immediately stood, straightened her posture, and felt the wild gallop of her heart.

This couldn’t be good.

She was alone, with a stranger, on a secluded balcony.

The duke was going to murder her.

If she made it out without being ruined.

Dear Lord.

“It is not. What, might I ask, are you doing here?” she asked in her firmest tone.

“I only just arrived, and, after the evening I’ve had, found I needed a moment to regain my composure. I’m a friend of the duke and am quite certain I’m allowed on his private balcony. What about you?” he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice.

Bethanny narrowed her eyes. They had adjusted to the dim light, and as recognition dawned, her heart hammered in her chest.

“I’m quite certain I’m permitted to be here as well,” she responded, not quite knowing what to say. Did he recognize her? Was he simply teasing because he already had figured out who she was?
“Ah, a friend of the duchess then?” he asked lightly as he made his way toward her.

He definitely did not recognize her.

However, she couldn’t determine if this was a bad thing or a good one. And it was rather dark. After a moment’s deliberating, she decided to play along.
What could it hurt?

“You could say that.” She shrugged. Then, feeling mischievous, she lowered her gaze and offered her most flirtations smile, hoping his eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he could perhaps notice it.

At least she hoped it was flirtatious.

After a moment, she risked a glance up to his shadowed features; a playful grin was tipping his lips and showed off the fairest hint of those beloved dimples she so fondly remembered.
She sighed… inwardly, of course.

“It’s quite a nice view, peaceful, if I may say so.” He came to stand beside her.

He was taller than she remembered, and possibly broader as well, but she couldn’t be sure with the faint light.

“Exactly why I came to this very place.”

“Is it quite the crush inside then?” he asked. There was a slight lilt to his voice, not quite a brogue, but not the crisp English she was accustomed to hearing. He must spend quite a bit of time at his estate in Edinburgh to have taken on the faint accent.

She would have to thank Lady Southridge later for all the helpful information regarding her brother.

“Crush would be an understatement,” she replied too quickly, her tone a bit wry.

“Not a fan of the crowds?” he asked, his tone light. “Or were there far too many gentlemen seeking the attentions of so beautiful a lady?”

Even in the darkness, his gaze was powerful, spearing right through her causing a myriad of strange sensations to swirl around in her belly.

“Or perhaps I simply wanted a moment to myself.” she answered, her tone far more breathless than she would have liked.

“Perhaps.” He shrugged.

“You don’t believe me.” She narrowed her eyes.

“No,” he replied, unfazed.

“Why ever not?” Bethanny asked, turning to face him fully.

“In my experience, ladies do not visit deserted balconies unless they wish to be found.”
Slightly shaking her head, Bethanny replied, “Which is exactly why I choose to use the private balcony? The one closed off from the party?” she asked in a disbelieving tone.


“I thought not.” She shrugged her shoulder, a smile teasing her lips at besting him.

“You’re a cheeky one,” he replied, his tone holding a hint of awe.

“I prefer intelligent.”

“Yes, I believe you would.” He nodded, his grin widening.

“That sounded dangerously like an insult, my lord,” she teased.

“No, no insult… simply… delayed respect.”

“Respect?” Bethanny asked with a dubious tone.

“Indeed. Certainly a lovely lady such as yourself has to be aware that social functions can be quite… tedious.”

“I’m sure the duke will be thrilled you think so highly of his party,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You mistake my meaning. People can be tedious. Petty even. It’s simply… refreshing to speak with a woman who doesn’t fall into those categories.”

“I do believe that was a compliment.”

“It was, and you should take it as such.”

“Why, thank you.” Bethanny stepped back and performed a deep curtsy, as if being presented at court.

“And a sense of humor to boot. I might have to actually find out your name.” Graham chuckled, his dimples in full view.

“And ruin the mystery? I think not.” Bethanny rose from her curtsy, her heart pounding.

“I do love a good mystery.”

“Avid reader?” Bethanny asked.

“Yes… but that’s not what I was referring to.”

His posture changed, as did his expression, and at once, Bethanny’s heart took flight because some instinct, some feminine awareness told her with all certainty that he was no longer simply teasing an innocent.

He was pursuing.

“Oh?” Her tone was breathless to her own ears, and she silently scolded herself for the betrayal of weakness.

“So, mysterious miss of the duke’s balcony…” he teased, offering her a dramatic nickname.

“Is that the best you can come up with? Mysterious miss of the duke’s balcony?” she asked, a laugh escaping her restraint.

“I thought it was quite clever myself.” Graham paused his pursuit, his smile widening.

“It sounds like a Gothic novel.”

You know, you’re quite right. I could have a future there if I ever so desire.”


“Gad, no. Offering my service for creating titles.”

“I’m not sure that’s a lucrative endeavor.”

“Perhaps.” He shrugged and took another step forward. “But you must admit, you’d be curious hearing that title. I know my curiosity is quite piqued.”

Bethanny took a deep breath, as deep as her corset allowed, and drew up all her courage. “Perhaps. I might be curious… but there would have to be something more than a catchy title, my lord.” She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but it was a game she had dreamed of playing since she’d first seen Lord Graham.

The memory of him trading banter with Berty over dinner one night flashed to her memory. Most lords wouldn’t give a little girl the time of day, yet Lord Graham had traded wit with her, enjoying himself even. Bethanny had been envious of her little sister’s ability to bait him. She’d sworn that someday she’d have her turn.

That day had finally come.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t recognize her. Regardless, he was still there speaking with her.

And for now, that was enough.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her nerves got the best of her and, rather than speak, she dropped her fan.

Likely because she had forgotten she had brought it in the first place.

It clattered to the floor lightly, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment at her own clumsiness.

“Allow me,” Lord Graham spoke.

“No I’ve—” Bethanny’s eyes flew open as she knelt down to retrieve her fan.

As luck would have it, her elbow soundly clocked Lord Graham’s head as he rose from retrieving the offending object.

“Ow!” He reached up to rub the surely sore area.

“I’m so sorry!” Bethanny spoke, horrified.

“Blo—er… ah, that… is fine, miss.” He closed his eyes a moment, likely from the dull pain her elbow had needlessly inflicted on his person.

“I’m ever so sorry, my lord!” Bethanny felt her face heat with a scarlet blush that had to make her practically glow. She certainly felt like it. Without thinking, she reached up to his scalp and felt for the knot, her thumb grazing slightly over the skin as to not cause him discomfort, much like she had done a million times to her sisters.

But Lord Graham was most definitely not her sister…

Her hands stilled as she realized just what she was doing. “Forgive me, my lord.” She quickly withdrew her hands and took a step back, belatedly realizing just how close she had been to him. The scent of cinnamon and cedar hung in the air, wrapping a spell of enticement around her, beckoning her to come closer. She started to take a step back, away from the temptation, but his hand at her back stopped her.

Practically burned through her, or so it felt.

“I’m quite well. However, I thank you for your concern,” he whispered, his voice intimate.

“I—I’m usually not quite so… graceless,” Bethanny answered, her thoughts muddled by the intense gaze with which he captivated her. In the moonlight, his amber eyes were silver, his golden-hued skin a soft buttery gold. He was beautiful.

“I’m quite thankful you are… you see, I was trying to find some excuse to hold you, and you neatly provided me with the perfect opportunity,” he murmured, his gaze leaving hers and traveling down the line of her jaw and the curve of her nose before resting on her lips.

Dear Lord, he is going to kiss me.

“I do think you could have done without the knot I gave you at the top of your head,” she replied, her words teasing but her tone far from it.

“A small price to pay.” He shrugged. “However, I do believe there is a custom, when one gets an injury.”


“Indeed, usually, the injured party is given a kiss.”

“Is that so? Silly me. I thought that was only practiced in the nursery.” Bethanny raised a challenging eyebrow as her heart raced, beating an excited rhythm that hoped he would make good on his word and, indeed, kiss her. However, it would never do to appear too eager.

“I have it on good authority that it is still practiced outside of the nursery as well… so, being with tradition and all, I would appreciate a kiss.” His dimples deepened as his smile widened then relaxed as his gaze once again became deep and soulful, searching hers.

“I cannot see the harm in upholding tradition. If you’ll simply bow your head—” Bethanny began, knowing full well that was not his intention.

“Of course.”

And before Bethanny could even close her eyes, his lips caressed hers. The touch was soft, lingering and velvety. His warm breath tickled as he drew back slightly. Her eyes, which hadn’t closed, gazed directly at his. As if spoken out loud, his gaze asked for permission to kiss her again. At her slight nod, his lips met hers once more; however, this time, Bethanny closed her eyes, not wanting anything to distract from her first kiss, and as she had always hoped, it was from Lord Graham.

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About the Author

Kristin Vayden

Kristin’s inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! She loves to make soap, sauerkraut, sourdough bread and gluten free muffins. Life is full of blessings and she praises God for the blessed and abundant life He’s given her.

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