Blazing #BlogTour: The Wolf Mirror by Caroline Healy

The Wolf Mirror
Caroline Healy
Publication date: February 14th 2017
Genres: Historical, Romance, Young Adult

Changing places doesn’t always help you see things differently.

Cassie throws the first punch in a brawl at Winchester Abbey Girl’s School. Her subsequent suspension is a glitch in Cassie’s master plan; Finish School/Get Job/Leave Home (and never come back). As punishment her mother banishes her to Ludlow Park, their creepy ancestral home. In the dark of a stormy night Cassie finds herself transported to 1714, the beginning of the Georgian period.

With the help of a lady’s maid and an obnoxious gentleman, Mr Charles Stafford, Cassie must unravel the mysterious illness afflicting Lord Miller. If Lord Miller kicks the bucket the house goes to Reginald Huxley, the brainless cousin from London.

Cassie’s task is to figure out who is poisoning the Lord of Ludlow without exposing herself to the ridicule of her peers, getting herself committed to the asylum or worse, married off to the first man who will have her.

Cassie must learn to hold her tongue, keep her pride in check and reign in her rebellious nature – because the fate of her entire family, for generations, rests on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Lady Cassandra Miller frantically searches for her smelling salts or her trusted governess Miss. Blythe, whose soothing advice she would dearly love. Instead Cassandra finds some woman and a boy squatting in the Ludlow mansion; her father, her lady’s maid and all the servants have magically disappeared.

Tell-a-vision, the In-her-net, horseless carriages and women wearing pantaloons; Cassandra is afraid that she might have inhaled fowl air causing her to temporarily lose her senses.

Only when both girls can get over their pride, societal prejudices and self-importance will they be able to return to their rightful century. Until then, they are free to wreak maximum damage on their respective centuries.

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Cassie lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Smoking on school property was strictly forbidden.

Who cares!

A black Mercedes waited for her by the gates. News of Cassie’s suspension had travelled fast. She walked down the stone steps and across the green, her satchel swinging from her slim shoulders.

The Principal must have phoned Cassie’s mother straight after the Incident.

She narrowed her eyes at the dark car. Justice Miller of the Queen’s Bench had sent a driver. Irritated, Cassie flicked the half smoked cigarette onto the manicured lawn.

At Winchester Abbey Girls’ School, no student had ever been caught fighting. It was unheard of. The Principal had spent a good twenty minutes lecturing both Cassie and Becky ‘The Troll’ Travers.

‘My ladies should never lower themselves to that of brawling delinquents.’ Mrs Pritchford’s glasses slid down her nose as she gesticulated in annoyance. ‘You have a reputation to uphold for the junior girls. Your behaviour is inexcusable,’ she sniffed. ‘Now, would one of you care to tell me what is going on?’

Cassie had remained tight lipped. To confess that they had been fighting over a boy, a flaker like Dwane Rubens, was not an option. It didn’t matter anyway. Becky ‘The Troll’ Travers was the Vice-Principal’s niece. Cassie was as good as done for as soon as she threw the first punch.

Frustrated, she yanked open the door of the car and slid into the back seat. She buckled her seat belt and turned to stare out the tinted window, ignoring the driver. They changed all the time anyway, so what was the point in making conversation?

The trip across London passed in silence. Cassie daydreamed about having a full time job, her own car, independence. All she wanted was to finish her exams. Then she would be free. Maybe she would go to France, visit her Dad. That would really piss her mother off.

The car turned a corner and pulled into a tailback of lunchtime traffic. The chauffeur muttered something under his breath.

‘A few minutes more Miss,’ he said, trying to catch her eye in the rear view mirror.

Cassie grunted, resenting every second spent in the confines of the Mercedes’s plush leather upholstery.

Author Bio:

Caroline Healy is a writer and community arts facilitator. She recently completed her M.A. in Creative Writing at the Seamus Heaney Centre, Queen’s University. She alternates her time between procrastination and making art.

In 2012 her award winning short story collection A Stitch in Time was published by Doire Press. Fiction and commentary has been featured in publications across Ireland, the U.K. and more recently in the U.S. Caroline’s work can be found in journals such as Wordlegs,The Bohemyth, Short Story Ireland, Short Stop U.K., Five Stop Story, Prole, Literary Orphans and the Irish Writers’ Centre Lonely Voice

Her debut Y.A. novel, Blood Entwines was published by Bloomsbury Spark in August 2014 and she is in the process of writing the second book in the series, Blood Betrayal, as well as a short story collection, The House of Water.

She has a fondness for dark chocolate, cups of tea and winter woollies.

(More details can be found on her website http://www.carolinehealy.com)

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March 20th
Mello & June, It’s a Book Thang >> Excerpt
Just Us Book Blog >> Excerpt
Evermore Books >> Review

March 21st
blogs and coffee >> Guest post
Rockin’ Book Reviews  >> Top 10 List
To Be Read >> Review

March 22nd
Celticlady’s Reviews >> Excerpt
So Few Books >> Interview
The Crafty Engineer’s Bookshelf >> Review
Captivated Reading >> Guest post

March 23rd
Mythical Books >> Top 10 List
Kara the Redhead >> Excerpt
Bibliofagista >> Review

March 24th
Wishful Endings >> Excerpt
The Avid Reader >> Interview
Mommaleena’s Blog >> Review

March 27th
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
The Book Adventures of Annelise Lestrange >> Review
Bookworm for Kids >> Interview
Married To Books Reviews and Blog >> Review

March 28th
The Avid Book Collector >> Excerpt
POTL: All Things Books, Reading and Publishing >> Review
Padme’s Library >> Excerpt

March 29th
History from a Woman’s Perspective  >> Review

March 30th
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium >> Spotlight
Lori’s Little House of Reviews >> Review

March 31st
The Reading Spot >> Excerpt
Abooktropolis >> Review
All in One Place >> Interview

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Gavin by Russell

Gavin
Russell
(Gavin Nolan’s Biography #1)
Publication date: March 14th 2017
Genres: Adult, Thriller

The Chicago summer is heating up…

In a luxurious hotel off Michigan Avenue, Detective Gavin Nolan arrives on a grisly scene. Two men have been brutally murdered, and one of the victims has a familiar face. The twisted display is like nothing Gavin has ever seen, but it’s the message scrawled in blood on the bathroom mirror that leaves him reeling: Gavin, you could have saved me.

Other men have been viciously slain as well over the last few weeks. As he dives further into the victims’ lives, Gavin and his partner, Derrick, discover that each of the men have a common thread—one that Gavin shares. It’s a reality he has suppressed for years.

On top of Gavin’s personal chaos, the killer is displaying the bodies in a series of specific designs to depict a long ago memory. Recognizing the pattern, Gavin soon is forced to recall the dark event. In order to catch the killer, Gavin must reconcile his past.

Before he becomes the final victim himself.

GAVIN is a sexual thriller that will leave you breathless…

WARNING: This book contains graphic scenes, explicit language, and violent, sexual situations.

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Because he traveled eighty percent of the time for his job, his high-ranking position allowed him to wrangle in new customers from the competition, exceed sales goals for each period, and establish rigorous and ruthless monthly goals for his team. Honestly, he loved his job: travel was the perfect excuse. Even more importantly, he could escape from his pathetic home life. On his business trips, he could be what he wished to be, what he longed to be, and become who he should have been.

The liaisons were uninhibited personal treats for the salesman.

His indiscretions never interrupted his work schedule. He worked especially hard—meeting with his clients, going to early dinners, and creating a tight schedule—so he could have time for his fun.

Next to him, the Latino breathed softly against his naked shoulder. The salesman thought about how he loved these moments of caressing his lovers as his hand stroked the curvature of the young Latino’s back. His lover moved slightly and whispered in his ear, “I’m jumping in the shower first. Feel all sweaty.”

With that, the Latino leaned over and savagely kissed him, rolling his tongue around and pressing his stubbly face against the salesman’s smooth one. Moments later, the satisfied lover drew away with a seductive smile. Then he slid his body across the white sticky sheets and walked toward the bathroom. How his round bare ass looked marvelously delicious. Even in the faint light, the impressions of red hand prints still remained. Echoes of last night.

He could be the lover of many men. The salesman did not care about a partner’s history, their past lovers, or even their race. Truly, olive-skinned lovers enticed his inner desires the most. Despite it, he only cared about the pending pleasure.

The bathroom light shot out over the shadows, and soon the hard sound of water drummed against the granite surfaces. The Latino’s soft hum broke the tranquility of the hotel suite. It hadn’t been the first time he had been with this particular lover. Just so coincidental that he had gotten an email the other day.

How quickly the Latino responded to his reply.

Ubiquitous internet sites allowed the salesman to have discreet interactions. Sometimes he remained anonymous. Other times, he used pseudonyms. Rarely, like tonight, he gave out his true name. A name he longed to forget, yet it was engraved in his memories. Oddly, when he would use his birth name, his most adventurous and seductive side was savagely released on those poor men.

Slowly, he swung his legs out from underneath the sweaty hotel sheets. In the glass picture frame, a faint reflection of his bare torso caught his eye as he was trying to ignore the large mirror on the opposite wall. No, he was not a fit man. The bloated surface of his stomach, the receding hairline, and the salt-and-pepper hair all over his body pointed to the opposite. He had to catch his breath walking up a single flight of stairs. Lately, he was having to buy larger clothes. Yet, men still found him attractive. Or was that the money he had been flashing? Still, in the darkened shadow of his image, he could have sworn he had seen his father.

That bastard had been a cruel drunk. While his father never struck him, the cruelty lay within the non-committal forms of hypothetical love: the lack of acknowledgement, the disengaged small talk, the blatant rants, and the pity of cleaning up his vomit each time. No wonder his mother had left when he was seven and never returned.

A brief tremble shook his body. So long it had been since he thought about his father. That was a lifetime ago.

Another life.

“Asshole,” he muttered. After slowly standing up and hearing the soft cracks in his knees, he ambled toward the window.

Author Bio:

For nearly two decades, Russell was an executive chef in the restaurant industry, in which he created succulent entrees and managed various types of kitchen operations. In the last seven years, he began to teach future culinarians how to achieve their professional goals in hands-on classroom and lecture settings. With his recent graduate work in the field of sociology, his interests center on organizational behaviorism, social theory, and food insecurity.

Russell has been writing for the majority of his life. Last year, he published a second edition of his freshman novel, The Tale of Old Man Fischer. Slipping into alternative universes allows Russell to enjoy the process of creativity from the novel’s conception to its final draft. Most importantly, inspiration is a continuous piece of his work and results from the world around him. Currently, he lives in Up State New York with his wife, two children, and several cats.

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Rough by Sybil Bartel

Rough
Sybil Bartel
(Thrust, #2)
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Jared

I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice.

My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had.

When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget.

One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.

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I went to the elevator and pushed the call button.

A moment later, she was standing next to me. “You’re angry.”

The doors slid open, and I let her go first to give myself a second to calm down because she was right. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was pissed as hell that she’d shown up at a stranger’s house alone. It didn’t matter that I was the stranger. The fact that she looked so damn innocent and pure mattered. She’d taken a dangerous risk coming here. I didn’t want to think about the shit she could’ve gotten herself into if I was anyone else. “I’m not pissed,” I lied.

Walking with the grace of proper upbringing, she ignored my lie. “I’m not sure if I’ve offended you or if this is your natural disposition.”

“I don’t have a natural disposition.” The Marines beat it out of me and Afghanistan stripped the rest. Now I had two moods, controlled and drunk. Neither was a goddamn picture, or what this girl needed in her life. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t about to test the hell out of her. “Turn around.”

“Excuse me?”

I pushed the button for the garage level. “You heard me.”

She immediately faced the corner.

My nostrils flared, but my dick throbbed at her submission. I stepped up to her back, even though I should’ve walked away. Fisting a handful of thick, natural red hair, I exhaled. My breath landed where her shoulder met her neck, and she did exactly what I wanted her to do, she shivered.

I pushed my hips against her ass just enough for her to feel my desire. “I don’t play nice. Or gentle.” I tightened my fist and spoke against her hair. “And you’ve got vanilla written all over you, sweetheart.”

Author Bio:

Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?

Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.

She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.

To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Moments Of Beauty by J.B Heller

Moments of Beauty
J.B. Heller
Publication date: March 23rd 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Ugly. It the only word to describe my upbringing.

It drove my need to capture every moment of beauty I could find. A glimpse of a mother’s love. A feather floating in the breeze. A ray of sunshine emerging on a rainy day.

And then there was her, Eliza Quinn, she signified everything I didn’t deserve. She showed me more beauty than I ever thought possible. And I took it all, despite knowing I was going to leave her, and never come back.

Leaving her five years ago was my biggest mistake, and my greatest regret. Now I need to make amends. I thought leaving her was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, but that was before I knew I had to win her back.

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ELIZA

It’s him.

Huxley Haynes.

The boy who thinks he’s invisible, but I see him.

I didn’t know anyone else knew about this spot. Well, not exactly, I know I’m not the first person to ever find it, but I’ve never run into anybody else here.

The expression on his face is comical. Something between terrified and busted. I watch him as he watches me, and I wait for him to say something. But he doesn’t. He just stands there gripping a camera in his hands like it’s a life raft.

“I won’t bite.” I say, in an attempt to break the ice.

He frowns for a moment then says, “I know.”

“So why haven’t you said anything?” I ask.

His Adams apple bobs as he swallows, “Ah, I’m not sure what you want me to say?”

I shrug, “I don’t mind. You could say something like, ‘Hi Eliza, nice running into you.’” I do my best to imitate his deeper voice and he cracks a small grin.

“Hi Eliza, nice running into you.”

It sounds so much better when he says it. His voice is deep and husky, it sends a shiver through my body and I grin back. “Hey Hux, what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you here before.”

He scratches his temple before answering me. “You know who I am?” he asks.

“Of course I do. What, have I been living under a rock for the last seventeen years?” I ask incredulous. I’m actually a little offended he doesn’t think I know who he is. We’ve lived in the same town since we were born.

The corner of his lips lift slightly at the sass in my tone. “No, but I’m not exactly your kind of crowd.”

I raise a brow, “Are you trying to offend me?”

He shakes his head, just slightly, “No.”

“So what’s with the line of questions?” I shoot back.

He scratches his temple again, “We don’t, I mean, I’m not,” he sighs and looks at his feet, “I just didn’t think you knew who I was.”

My hands have moved to my hips now, “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve lived in the same town and gone to the same schools since forever.” Then I realise what he means, “Oh, you think I’m one of those conceited bitches who doesn’t acknowledge people I deem as beneath me. How nice of you to judge me when you don’t even know me.”

His head shoots up and there’s panic in his grey eyes, “No, I don’t think that.”

I snort, “Really? Cause that’s the vibe you’re giving off right now.”

He shifts his backpack around and puts his camera inside the open pocket then zips it back up. “This is a really strange conversation,” he supplies.

“You’re the one making it that way. I was being friendly,” I snark at him. And I don’t know why I’m acting like this. I’m not normally so defensive. But his short answers and the fact that he clearly thinks I’m one of those people annoys me. I don’t care if other people think I’m like that, but not him.

Swinging his pack back over his shoulder he chews the corner of his bottom lip for a second and nods, “Yeah okay. Sorry. Guess I’m not a great conversationalist.”

“Do-over?” I suggest, and when he nods I continue, “Hey Hux, fancy seeing you here.”

He hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his dirt covered jeans, “Hi Eliza, nice running into you.”

I can’t help the smile that takes over my face, “So, what are you doing here? And why are you so dirty?”

Looking down at his jeans he gives me a sheepish grin, “I was de-rocking a garden bed this afternoon, it’s dirty work.”

I snicker because my mind goes to naughty places when he says that. And the twinkle in his eyes says he knows exactly what I’m thinking, so I don’t hold back. “Dirty work for a dirty boy, huh.”

He chuckles, “Something like that.”

Oh my…I’ve never heard him laugh before, it sounds so good. But that’s when I notice a big blackish-blue bruise on his upper arm, “What’s with the bruise? Did the rocks object to being de-rocked?”

He glances at his bicep and grimaces, then clears his throat, “Something like that.”

Right, doesn’t want to talk about the bruise. I change the subject, “Nice spot huh?” I say looking around at the moss covered boulders and the crystal clear water around my ankles.

“Yeah, I take pictures here sometimes.”

And I’m shocked he gave me that much of an answer. But before I have a chance to ask him about it he says he has to go. I can’t deny I’m disappointed, I’ve wanted to talk to him for ages. But he’s not exactly approachable.

“Oh, okay. It was nice to see you Hux.” I say as he begins walking away from me.

He looks back at me over his shoulder, “Yeah, you too.”

Then he disappears into the trees.

Author Bio:

JB Heller is an average Aussie housewife in her late 20’s with a wicked sexy imagination. She and her super sexy husband are the parents of three minions, two Great Danes and a Cat who thinks she’s a person.

She spends her days running around after her wildling children and jotting down stories in her flower embossed leather notebook (She is very particular about her stationary.). She’s a self-confessed Stationary Junky who’s constantly on the lookout for more.

Most day’s JB can be found glued to her laptop, taking advantage of school hours- writing as fast as she can while she can. Or trolling Pinterest for her next potential muse. And when she needs a break from the voices in her head she indulges in her favourite past time, reading.

Want to know more about JB? Check her out, you’ll be guaranteed a good laugh if nothing else.

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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: Collision by Allie Redman

 
 
Title: Collision
(Serial Killer Unit Book 2)
Author: Allie Redman | @allie.redman.au
Release Date: March 25th 2017
Genre: Romantic, Suspense
Cover Designer: Rebel Edit and Design
Cover Models: Amanda Joan & Jonny James
Photographer: Kruse Images and Photography
 
Shane and Macy have found each other and now have a chance at happiness and
love at last……
 

 

But when the killer that took Shane’s wife shows himself again on their
doorstep it is a race against time.

 

 

 

Shane already lost his wife, will he be able to keep from losing everything
again?

 

 

 

Macy is home at last but the ghosts of her past are never far behind. She has
spent a lifetime hiding but she could never hide from Shane.

 

 

 

Now with a race against a killer who is stalking them all and Macy’s past
catching up its a race against time.

 

 

 

When ghosts of the past chase you how far can you run from the
Collision?
Available on #KU for #free and on
several other Amazon sites
 Collision (Serial Killer Unit Book 2)
Text Copyright © 2017 Allie Redman
All Rights Reserved
 “You can call me Hunter. I’m the man that took your
wife Lisa and I’m also the man that will be taking things from you and your
friends. I will be taking everything you care about and watching as your life
and anyone else’s life you are involved in falls to the ground.”
I couldn’t help but grind my teeth. Hearing him
threaten my friends and family ignited a fire in me and I couldn’t stop what
came out next, “Listen here you piece of shit. I’m going to take great pride in
bringing you down. I don’t care if its dead or alive, I will find you and I
will end you. You will not touch another one of the people I care about.”
Hunter as he calls himself starts to laugh, “Oh but I
already have Shane but maybe you should ask Macy where I am right now because I
think it may interest you very much.”
I turned fast to look at Macy, she has her head down
and was still typing furiously. She suddenly stopped, she looked like she had
seen a ghost.
“He is outside Dawson’s house Shane!”
The voice on the phone began to laugh again, “You
can’t be everywhere and you can’t be anywhere. See you soon Shane.” With that
the call ended.
Macy was already on her phone relaying the information
to Dawson, I could hear Dawson’s voice raise and that’s when I looked at the
time, Sam would just be stepping out to walk Alyssa to preschool. The school
was at the end of their block and Sam walked everyday to get there.
I quickly hit dial on Sam’s name from my contacts. It
rang… “Come on Sam pick up” I could hear Macy behind me scrambling to get
dressed, I took a cue from her and grabbed whatever was closest to me and threw
it on.
“Hi Shane, what a…”  I heard Sam’s voice, I don’t let her
finish her sentence, “Sam you need to get in doors now! You need to be off the
street.”
I could hear her telling Alyssa to hurry up. Then I
could hear it the sound of an engine revving to life. “Sam move, move now!”
I heard Alyssa scream and then the phone went dead.
 Allie is 33 year old
mother of 3. She was born and raised in the Central interior of British
Columbia, Canada. She enjoys life in the outdoors and when she isn’t writing
she is out working on her farm.
 
She has been a book nerd
at heart and always loved the escape of a good book. From Jane Austin to
Stephen King she loves them all. She welcomes all her fans to come join her on
her Facebook, Twitter and Amazon account where there will be lots of fun and
giveaways and you can interact with her.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Define Us by Serena Kearney

Define Us
Serena Kearney
(Scarred Bullet, #3)
Publication date: March 17th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’m supposed to be strong.

Until I found I was in a relationship I swore I would never be in.

I didn’t know how trapped I was until Dean Sailer walked into the diner, making me question who I turned into.

Dean reeked of overconfidence. He’s sarcastic and thinks he’s funny.

The worst part is I find myself smiling when I don’t feel like it. He brought out something inside me that I locked away a long time ago.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

I wanted to stay contained in my world.

When tragedy threatens the life of me and my best friend, he’s the one I find myself relying on.

He’s there for me when no one else is.

No matter how much I try to resist Dean Sailer, he seems to delve deeper into a place I thought was gone.

Can I change?Or will I be the definition of what I’ve made myself out to be?

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“Ranch, please?” Damn, this is so weird and I think he heard it in my voice.

He laughed and got up and came back with the bottle. “Anything else?” he asked before he sat down.

“No, thank you.” I started squirting it on my plate and dipping my pizza in it, when the music on the movie came on and the title flashed in big letters. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh.

“What? What’s the big deal?” Dean laughed next to me.

I swallowed the pizza and looked over at him and lifted my brow. “Out of all those, you pick Rush Hour?”

“Hey, Jackie and Chris are hilarious together. Add some action and babes and you are set!” He gave a wink and then looked down at my plate and cringed. “Ranch on your pizza, really?”

“Have you tried it?” I held it up to him.

“No!” He tilted his head back like it was garbage I was shoving at him.

“Dean, come on, try it!” I moved it closer.

He bent his head down and sniffed it like he’d never seen ranch before. He took his pizza on his plate and dipped it in and then took a bite. His narrowed eyes and pulled brows were waiting to be disgusted, but then his whole face relaxed and his brows lifted up as he nodded his head slightly.

Damn, he is way too cute.

“Wow, this is actually really good.” He turned and dipped more, almost taking all of it.

“Hey! Get your own!” I put my plate back in my lap.

“Why the hell has this not been a requirement for pizza?” He took the bottle and squeezed him out a huge dollop and then continued eating. “Oh, I love this scene!” he pointed at the TV. We were at the part where the two cops were interfering with his undercover C-4 trade. “Look at their faces!” He almost spits his pizza as he laughed, which made me laugh even harder.

Author Bio:

I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped since.

One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.

So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.

My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.

I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.

And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.

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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: The Mortal Falls by Anna Durand

From Award-Winning, Bestselling Author
Anna Durand
A spunky girl. A sexy sylph.
The fate of two worlds rests in their hands.
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THE MORTAL FALLS
ANNA DURAND
Series: Undercover Elementals, Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Jacobsville Books
Publication Date: March 24, 2017
A pragmatic human thrown into a world of magic…
Lindsey Porter fled from her traumatic past, determined to lay low, but now someone has framed her for murder. The quest for answers leads her into a parallel realm where magic reigns, and with a hostile sheriff and a shapeshifting assassin on her trail, she must place her life in the hands of a seductive, supernatural man who tempts her like no one else.
An immortal sylph enslaved by magic…
Nevan is trapped by a desperate bargain struck a century earlier, yet the beautiful, spirited Lindsey has enticed him to abandon his magically enforced duty. As forbidden passion flares between them, they’ll risk everything to uncover the truth and find what they both need the most—redemption.
When two worlds collide…
The fates of the elemental and mortal realms depend on the star-crossed lovers. As dark secrets from their pasts threaten to shatter the fragile trust between Lindsey and Nevan, a shocking revelation holds the power to deliver salvation or destruction.

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About Anna Durand

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Anna Durand is an award-winning, bestselling author of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series. She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and the fairy realm. Making use of her master’s in library science, she owns a cataloging services company that caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time, you’ll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing with puppies, or crafting jewelry.
Official website: https://annadurand.com/
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