Saving the Children by Fran McNabb – Spotlight and Giveaway

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The lives of six orphans lie on the shoulders of a nurse and a wounded Special Ops soldier. . .

After losing her husband and unborn child in a car accident, Victoria Lafferty has devoted her life to helping South American children find homes in the US, but her plans are thrown into chaos by a rebellion in the country.

When his mission is compromised and he is shot and captured, Major John Dawson is kept alive so the rebel leader can “take care” of John himself for killing his brother.

Together Victory and John face the hostile jungle and the rebel leader, but will deep-seated guilt and a desire for revenge stand in the way of their life together?

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The distant scream of a jaguar shattered the morning quiet of the jungle. Major John Dawson lay unmoving and imagined the beauty of the big cat stalking his prey in the last moments before the sun drove the animal into hiding.

John waited for another roar or scream from the thick underbrush—anything to help his mind escape the pain.

It didn’t come.

Finally he forced his eyelids open to face another day in captivity somewhere in the bowels of the tiny country of San Gabriel. Weak streams of light struggled through the hole in the thatched roof and fell on the dirt floor. The odor of lingering smoke and burned cornmeal sent his stomach muscles into knife-cutting contractions.

God, don’t let me vomit.

He covered his lower face with his hand then took several long deep breaths. Carefully he turned his head to the side to see how far the bucket of water sat away from him. He needed to wet his parched mouth, but getting to it meant moving, and moving meant more pain.

Bracing himself, he swallowed, lifted his elbow to begin the slide, but stopped. Talking and footsteps outside the door of his hut made him stop. His body went on alert. With a bullet still lodged somewhere in his left shoulder area and fever draining his body of every ounce of energy, there was nothing to do but wait for the makeshift door to be thrown open.

He gritted his teeth. He hated being helpless.

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Fran McNabb grew up along the beaches and waterways of the Gulf Coast and has used this setting in many of her novels. She and her husband live on a quiet bayou harbor and love to spend time fishing and boating with their sons and families. Visit her at

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Interview with Miki Vincent from 12 HONEYMOONS by K.L. Brady – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Today’s interview is with Miki Vincent, a wealthy D.C. socialite and Georgetown graduate who has accomplished…well, she’s achieved…well, she comes from a good family of high performing attorneys. Miki joins Author K.L. Brady today to discuss 12 Honeymoons.

Brady: Great to see you again. It’s been a few months. How’s life?

Miki: Long time no see! Life’s great. Although I do think you could’ve found a better way to introduce me. I’ve accomplished a lot since the beginning of 12 Honeymoons. I’m just saying.

Brady: Yes, yes. Perhaps that was a bit unfair. But more about the story and less about you. In the beginning of the book, you were in court fighting simple assault charges against the boyfriend formerly known as Mitch. How did that all….happen? I have to say, I never thought you’d represent yourself in court.

Miki: See…what had happened was… It’s really a very simple explanation. But it’s also complicated. Mitch was a lying sack of… well, he lied. And, through a series of purely accidental bumps with my car door…and fist, he suffered a few minor contusions. In other words, I kicked his butt. But he conned me out of thousands of dollars. What else is a girl supposed to do?

Brady: It was following this alleged incident that you devised the honeymoon plan.

Miki: Yes. One of my more brilliant plans, at least at the moment. I, like many women out there, am sick and tired of following rules for women that were created by men; they always fail miserably.

Brady: Can you give us a example?

Miki: Yes. Take the 90-day rule. It dictates that if you meet someone and you wait 90-days to sleep with them, you’ll know what kind of man you’re dealing with. Well, what they don’t tell you is that the jerks know all about the 90-day rule, too. And jerks can wait 90 days for sex.

Brady: You look flustered. Could I offer you some tea? A valium, perhaps?

Miki: No, thank you. But some ice cream would be nice. Anyway, I devised the honeymoon plan to keep women from ever having to suffer broken hearts at the hands of jerks again. Men are always on their best behavior during the first 90-days and then suddenly things change. At first there’s no arguments, lots of dinners, movies, flowers, dancing; they put on their best performances. Then they pull the old switcheroo and begin distancing themselves from you before they dump you. So, why not enjoy the heck out of the first 90 days and then dump the jerks before they get the chance to break your heart? All the fun. No broken hearts. That’s the plan.

Brady: So, how do you get married or experience long-term relationships this way?

Miki: You don’t. Who needs marriage when you can have a lifetime of honeymoons? *Cough* Anybody else thirsty? Could I get a cup of water?

Brady: Water! Okay, back to the interview. Now, tell me about your dog, Mack. He’s adorable.

Miki: He’s a Jackapoo, part Jack terrier and part poodle. I adopted him from a friend of mine who passed away. He doesn’t roll over or play dead, but he types…and he’s pretty handy with squeaky ball toys.

Brady: Tell us more about this friend who passed away. Mr. Abernathy, right? He left you an enormous inheritance.

Miki: He was the most generous and caring person I’ve known outside my family. Well, he was my family, like a grandfather to me. Anyway, I’d rather not discuss him anymore, if that’s okay with you.

Brady: Still difficult, huh? I understand. Okay, if not Mr. Abernathy, how about Pam McGhee? She’s your best friend, right?

Miki: Best. Friend. Ever! Beautiful, a talented artist, one of the smartest people I know but a little but paranoid these days. She thinks her husband is having an affair. Joe would never have an affair. I mean, if he’s having an affair, I’m broke. I’m not broke. But I will concede he’s not been himself for months. Something’s going on with him. Is it another woman? I don’t think so…but I’m also not willing to bet on it.

Brady: Speaking of affair, I’ve heard your greatest affair, the love of your life was Ricky. Care to tell us a little about him.

Miki: Ugh. No. I don’t feel well. Did somebody turn up the heat in here? Give me a second, please. I need to check something on the WebDoctor. My symptoms are getting worse.

Brady: Er…um, okay. Perhaps, we should wrap this up. Thank you for being with us today, Miki. Best of luck on your future endeavors.

Miki: Is my neck swollen?

MediaKit_BookCover_12HoneymoonsMiki Vincent’s entire life stalled because she’s addicted to the beginnings of things, especially relationships. She relishes in the emotional highs, first hugs, first kisses that new love brings. But sex always ruins it. That’s why abstaining during the first three months of a relationship—following the 90-day rule—was supposed to help land her down the aisle with Mr. Right. Miki finds out the hard way, Mr. Wrong can wait that long, especially if his ultimate prize is her inheritance.

One assault charge and depression later, Miki devises the Honeymoon Plan, guaranteeing her a lifetime of firsts and zero heartaches. But following her own rule sends her life into an out of control spiral in which she’s sentenced to more than perpetual break-ups. A new pursuit and a string of sexy suitors offer her the opportunity to jumpstart her life and test her new strategy. The only problem? It just might work.

Miki’s best friend Pam, a repressed artist, struggles to keep her honeymoon alive but she can no longer ignore the blatant evidence staring her in the face: Her husband is having an affair. A different kind of “honeymoon plan” designed to free her from her troubles, and a chance meeting with a handsome artistic stranger, help reignite her passions. But will they destroy her marriage in the process?

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I spent my time trolling Facebook and shopping Tiffany & Co. for engagement rings, looking back on those dizzying, emotional highs between day 1 and day 89 after you meet someone new, wondering why I couldn’t put them on Groundhog Day repeat. I wanted to relive each first touch, first hug, first kiss, and first roll in the proverbial hay during The Honeymoon Phase—those heavenly moments at the beginning of a relationship during which sublime happiness could not be contained, when you agreed to everything and fought about nothing. And the butterflies. Oh, the butterflies. How they flapped around in your stomach as you lie giddy with anticipation waiting for the phone or the doorbell to ring. The mere thought of you compelled him to acknowledge your presence on earth and in his life. And don’t even start on the lovemaking. It was so delicious and frequent you could produce enough serotonin and dopamine between the two of you to fuel a medium-sized Chinese village in the Shanghai Province. I convinced myself that this vision of perfection, excitement and passion was how we all should experience love, not just in the first ninety days, but always.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_12HoneymoonsK. L. Brady is a D.C. native but spent a number of her formative years in the Ohio Valley. Her writing career started in the pages of diaries when she was 7 or 8 years old. But it wasn’t until her 40th birthday and an Oprah “Live Your Best Life” moment that she finally answered her calling and wrote her first novel–The Bum Magnet. The originally self-published novel was picked up by Simon & Schuster in a two-book deal, and K.L. hasn’t looked back since, penning the follow-up, Got a Right to Be Wrong and self-publishing the first books in two young adult series and a spy thriller series based on her 20+-year career in the U.S. Intelligence Community.

She has a B.A. in Economics, an MBA, and is a member of the Maryland Writer’s Association, Romance Writers of America, Sisters In Crime, and International Thriller Writers. She’s addicted to writing and chocolate—not necessarily in that order—and currently lives in the Washington D.C. area with her son. She is hard at work on several projects, including the next installment of the series.

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Better Than Chocolate by J. Lynn Rowan – Spotlight and Giveaway

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perf5.000x8.000.inddCarmella Sannarelli just found out that her best friend, Sadie Miller, has broken her engagement and is eloping on St. Croix. Though Carmella agrees to act as the maid of honor, she’s determined to find out what went wrong between her friends.

But she’s not counting on coming face to face with Ryan Wutkowski (the jilted fiancé) on the plane, or with staying at his hotel during a two-day stopover in San Juan. They try to act like nothing’s changed. But Carmella’s totally flustered by the weird vibes Ryan sends her, as well as how tingly and off-kilter she feels every time he so much as looks at her.

Now Carmella can’t stop thinking about Ryan or his behavior, even though most of her time in St. Croix is taken up by pre-wedding activities and dodging advances from the womanizing best man. And she knows there’s more to the story behind Ryan and Sadie’s breakup than either of them will admit to her.

Especially after Ryan shows up at the rehearsal dinner and gets himself invited to the wedding…

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Ryan taps my arm. “Why are you on a flight to San Juan?”

I peer at him, my eyes narrow slits. “Why are you?”

A rhetorical question. Although his suit coat is probably in the overhead bin, safe inside a garment bag, his dress pants, crisp white button-down shirt, and Italian leather shoes tell me everything.

He answers anyway. “I have a conference over the next couple days. I have to go straight from the airport to my first meeting.”

The plane levels out, as does my head, and I wriggle to sit up straight. “They could at least let you check into your hotel first.”

“Well, fortunately the conference is at my hotel.”

“It’s a pretty fast trip.” I press my face to the window glass, squinting against the glare.

He shifts in his seat. “I had some vacation time coming, so I extended the trip through the middle of next week.”

So he’s not the only one who decided on a Caribbean adventure in the wake of his and Sadie’s breakup. I close my eyes, glad I didn’t say it out loud.

“Carmella, why are you going to Puerto Rico by yourself?”

The advantages of having Ryan for a flight companion have just turned moot. There’s no way to avoid this discussion. The flight’s too long. “I’m on my way to St. Croix.”

There. I said it. Sort of.

“What’s in St. Croix?”

His voice is low, and when I glance at him, he looks away. His jaw shifts, his profile a stern mask.

“I think you already know,” I answer slowly.


About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_BetterThanChocolateJ. Lynn Rowan started writing stories as a small child, usually starring her favorite cartoon characters. Most of her work through middle and high school was filled with typical teenage angst and melodrama, and usually mirrored the books she loved to read. But eventually she found her own author’s voice and decided to seriously pursue a writing career.

Historical fiction remains J. Lynn’s “first love”, but she has enjoyed the journey to becoming an author of romance and chick lit. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Central New York Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel Society. She is also a teacher who tries to instill a love of learning, reading, and writing in her students.

When she’s not writing, J. Lynn enjoys travelling, gardening poorly but enthusiastically, studying various topics in American history for her own expertise, and channeling Julia Child every time she steps into the kitchen.

A native of Oswego, NY, she now lives in Charlotte, NC, with her own Romantic Hero of a husband and the most adorable baby on the planet.

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Dark Betrayal by LaTaeya Lane – Book Blast and Giveaway

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000026_00010]Nephilim Sydney London has embraced her angelic heritage, crossed the borders between life and death and traveled throughout the dimensions in order to save the people she loves. Exposed to a supernatural world, Sydney now must face the repercussions of healing her Darkness consumed mother Pandora. As a fugitive magical being Pandora’s involvement with the Angel Vampires is uncertain. Instructed by the Archangel Michael, Sydney must track down her mother before she possibly leads the Angel Vampires to Pandora’s Box. Sydney continues to risk her life as she delves deeper into the elements of a world that hangs in limbo. Her Guardian Angel struggles to protect her as the threats of evil rise in an attempt to recruit Sydney and possess her powers for their own malicious agenda.

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The hospital was in disarray. My mother Pandora threw herself out of the window of her room seconds after I tried to heal her of the darkness that had held her for so long. I thought that healing my mother would cure her of her condition, but clearly, I’d been wrong. Almost regretting my actions, I could not gather the words to explain what really happened.

I think I blacked out for a moment. When I could think clearly again, I realized that a detective was staring me in the face with a little notepad in his hand. He looked at me with concern. “Are you okay, Miss London?” he asked. “You look a little pale.” I trembled slightly as I eyed him, and luckily, he assumed that I was in shock over everything that had happened—which was true to some degree. What he didn’t know was that I was worried that it was becoming harder to hide the truth about myself—about my powers and what I really was, despite the fact that I still hadn’t re-acclimated to being back on the Earthly realm after having astral traveled to so many other realms.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_DarkBetrayalYears of exposure within the writing and publishing world have made a lasting impact on Author LaTaeya Lane. Writing since she was seven years old, Lane began jotting down phrases and themes later turning them into poems and short stories. Writing became such a passion throughout her youth that she became the Junior and Senior editor of her High school newspaper. She wrote her first novel at age sixteen but was not seeking publication at that time in her life. Always captivated by the supernatural and elements of fantasy, Lane was inspired to write a series of books that focused on going beyond the boundaries of life and imagination. The angel vampire fantasy “Swept into the Darkness” is Lane’s first published book in a series called “Chronicles of the Celestial.” “Dark Betrayal” is the second book in the series. Lane has a degree in Liberal Studies and currently works in Early Childhood education. Lane resides in New Jersey with her husband Leo and son Lucian and is working on writing and publishing the third book in the series called “Dark Revenge.” Lane also loves to draw and paint. Traveling and experiencing a variety of different foods is also a deep passion of hers. Lane loves watching horror and fantasy movies and is a believer in the Ancient Alien Theory. Some of her favorite authors include, Charline Harris, Stephen King and Erick Von Daniken.

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Fear for Hire by Natalie S. Ellis – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_FearForHireJack Wylie is tall, dark, handsome and brave – he’s everything you’d want in a kidnapper.

Ex-cop Jack Wylie is a born protector, tormented by the day he misjudged a criminal and his life took a tragic turn. Now he’s on a mission to kidnap a woman to help her overcome a fear of being tied up.

He’s been told by his psychologist brother to keep up the game until the woman gives him the sign. But there has been a big mistake. Jack has accidentally abducted the feisty and beautiful Molly Rhoades – a newly arrived local TV reporter who has secrets of her own. And she doesn’t know the sign.

After a dangerous and unlikely meeting, Jack and Molly find themselves consumed by sexual tension, but things get even more complicated when Molly finds out that Jack is engaged to the local Councilwoman Amanda Everett, a ruthless career climber determined to succeed no matter what the cost.

But why did Jack kidnap Molly in the first place? Who is pulling the strings in this perverted puppet show? Jack vows to protect Molly until he finds out the truth, but the layers of deception and vengeance run deeper than he could have ever imagined.

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The plan: Scare the shit out of Laura so she’d never fear her sadistic ex-boyfriend again. Apparently, the ass-wipe had gotten his rocks off playing kidnapper during their relationship. He blamed that damn Fifty Shades of Grey series for the upsurge of domestic violence. Sure, the books had provided a few kinky fantasies for the ladies, but lowlifes like Laura’s ex took the fantasy a step too far.

A whimper. Was she crying herself to sleep? He flexed his shoulder blades and relaxed. Wouldn’t be long now. He listened to her breathing slow … and slow … and blinked himself awake. Her sounds soothed him and he was so damn tired. He shouldn’t be attempting this job after an overnight security shift at the bank, but he wanted to get it over with.

Worried he’d fall asleep if he waited any longer, he slid out. Once he cleared the frame, he pushed up on his fingers and toes, then sprang to the balls of his feet. His right knee creaked. He froze, hovering above her, the paleness of her skin luminescent in the shadows. She lay on top of her comforter, a pair of white bikini panties and a gray tank top her only cover.

Nice body. Real nice body — strong and sleek. A cop? Military? Nah, with training like that she wouldn’t be afraid of an ex-boyfriend. But she sure as hell didn’t sculpt those mile-long sexy legs doing aerobics. Slim hips, flat stomach. He whistled softly through his teeth. Damn perfect breasts, fuller than he would’ve expected on someone so lean. Her long, straight hair fanned above her shoulders. He glanced at her face to verify she matched the woman in the head shot Rudy had given him. His chest tightened and he jerked his gaze away. Too late. Those puffy pillow-lips would haunt his dreams.

Time to go to work. He clasped her by the waist, tossed her onto her stomach, and pushed her face into the pillow just hard enough to muffle any screams. Startled awake, she bucked her curvy, near-naked ass in his face. Sweet Jesus! He sat on her legs, keeping one hand firmly planted on the back of her neck while he used his teeth to tear off a piece of duct tape. With the strip hanging between his lips, he caught her arms behind her and wrapped the tape around her wrists several times. He didn’t want to cut off her circulation, but she twisted her wrists and the bonds tightened.

He ripped another piece of tape, cupped this one in his palm, and rolled her over. She sucked in air, but he gagged her before the scream escaped. A hunk of hair stuck to her face under the gag, making her look like a rumpled kid. But the sparks of terrorized fury she shot at him were far from childlike.

Jack faltered. That kind of fear, he’d seen it before. He’d felt it before.

But he’d never provoked it.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_FearForHireNatalie S. Ellis worked behind the scenes in TV news for sixteen years and will always miss the rush of a breaking story. But the seduction of writing a fiery romance with twisty suspense is even harder to resist, especially when she has a new curveball for the plot. Natalie enjoys living in her hometown of Fort Wayne, Indiana, and attributes her cheerful attitude to empty nesting, a supportive family, and way too many lattés.

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Happily Never After by Bess George – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_HappilyNeverAfterDallas ADA Kelsey Brackston survives a brutal attack but struggles with PTSD. When someone begins to stalk her, she relocates hoping for a new start. A person can’t be hurt if they can’t be found. Her logic seems flawed when someone tries to kill her—again.

This could be Bode Taggert’s last chance at being a cop after crawling out of a bottle. Focused on the job, he avoids personal commitments. Something within him resonates with the lady ADA. Maybe it’s her desire to move forward after a life altering event. Or not being able to move forward no matter how hard you try.

Despite his good intentions, Bode falls for the sexy lawyer. While he and the police concentrate on arresting her stalker, Kelsey vanishes. With his career—and heart—on the line, Bode will stop at nothing to find her. But will their newfound faith in one another be enough to save the day? Or will their inner demons destroy them both?

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Fight or flight kicked in and her rational brain shut down. She backed away from the stranger, clasping her hands together to control their violent trembling. Like a trapped animal, her eyes were frantic as they searched for escape routes, her heartbeat roaring in her ears. The wall stopped her backward progress with a jolt just as recognition hit her.

The cop.

She was safe. Two dark brown eyes pinned her in place as they stared at one another.

A soothing voice at her side broke the connection. David placed his arm around her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. “This is Bode Taggert, honey. He’s one of the detectives in the Redding police department. Bode, this is ADA Kelsey Brackston.”

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_HappilyNeverAfterDebut author Bess George lives in Texas with her hubby. Her novel, Happily Never After will be released by Soul Mate Publishing September 2, 2015. In 2014, she won third place in the Pages From the Heart Contest with this manuscript.

Even though Bess crunches numbers for a living, she’s managed to work in some unusual places over the years. The oil business, a gun range, and a golf course are a few jobs where she met all types of characters. She loves to hear stories about people finding the unexpected hero inside each of us.

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Love for Sale by Linda Nightingale – Character Interview and Giveaway

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Hi Christian. Thanks for the interview for the readers of LASR.

Good afternoon. I hope you are well.

Very well, thank you. I know your time is limited. Shall we begin?

How does it feel to look human and yet not be human?

That is a difficult question to answer since I am what I am and have never been human. How does it feel to be human and not artificial intelligence? It has never occurred to me to envy humans. I don’t look at someone and think, “I wish I could be that man.” I like what I am. I’m content to be me. Each of the Special Editions is unique. Most of my programming was in place before March requested the final enhancements. So, I am simply Christian Aguillard, sentient android.

How does it feel being owned by someone?

I’m not a slave. I never really think of being owned. March is the best woman a man could ever love. That my love for her is reinforced by emotions encoded into my brain doesn’t bother her. I’m not concerned either. In fact, the moment I saw her, without any special programming, I fell in love.

How much did you cost?

I hesitate to discuss that. As March’s ex-husband said to her in a fit of rage, “How dare you…pay as much as a mansion in River Oaks for that thing!” I didn’t appreciate being called a thing, and I doubt that price comparison was accurate. I believe $100,000 would be closer to the actual price of a Special Edition.

Could you leave if you wanted to?

(Long pause) I’m not quite like the others. My independent streak almost cost me my life. If the situation required, I believe I could. I can’t imagine any circumstances that would make me want to leave March.

Can you taste food?

My olfactory senses are perfect, but since we do not eat, I cannot taste food. I can relish the scent, however. I would love to taste lobster or a fine red wine.

How do you conduct yourself when out to eat with people looking on?

Most people don’t watch what their companions eat and drink. I order a meal and wine, stir it around on my plate and pretend to sip. I compliment the food and wine. This does present another difficulty. In the end, of course, the fact that I don’t eat or drink becomes noticeable. I’m not quite certain why my creator didn’t build in those abilities.

What about sleep? Do you power down, like C3PO?

In a manner of speaking. We have a Sleep Mode. Our sensors remain at full power, but we do need to recharge occasionally. This doesn’t mean that I must be plugged in, but simply ”rest”, more or less, as you do.

So you can have normal sex with March?

(He laughs softly) Better than normal. We are programmed to be sensual as well as to love. We have certain programs called Sexbot Mode. I am capable of continuing the act until my partner is satiated. Before we were released for very discreet purchases, we were beta tested with volunteers. I’ve never had any complaints.

Then you believe you are superior to man?

In certain respects, yes. Like the bedroom. I move and think faster, see and hear better, and can read certain data that man is incapable of sensing.

I understand you were programmed for a special job?

I am a rocket scientist. (He grins) Currently, I am employed by a firm that contracts with NASA—one of three of March’s requests: a British accent, sensuality, and aerospace engineer.

Anything you wish to tell everyone about being an android?

Some people might think we are creepy, that having a robot lover would be a strange, cold, even disgusting experience. I can assure this isn’t the case. If you hadn’t been told I wasn’t human, you’d never know. Would you?
Like Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics, we are programmed with certain fail safes. We aren’t supposed to harm humans, and we are to obey orders from humans. We can protect ourselves, but not if that means harming or disobeying humans.

Thank you, Christian, for your candor. I wish you and March the best.

Thank you for allowing me to be your guest today.

MediaKit_BookCover_LoveForSaleMarch Morgan still believes in true love, but her faith in finding her soul mate is slowly vanishing. She’s been married but never in love. So, it is a miracle to find that fantasy exists on the last page of a glossy women’s journal. Mayfair Electronics, Ltd., in black and white, offers Love for Sale. The London firm has engineered sentient androids indistinguishable from human. She flies to England and meets the man she has been searching for her entire life.

Christian requires no programming to love March at first sight. He’s handsome, cultured…absolutely perfect…and a little different from the other androids. He has an unexpected independent streak.

March signs on the dotted line, buying her dream man. They return to Houston, but soon her past and his future threaten their Happily Ever After—indeed their lives.

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At a light touch on her shoulder, she spun. He stood inches from her, the airspace between them electric charged. “Liz was here, and in my bedroom! Why? Were you doing her in my bed?”

“No.” He had the decency to look stunned, his eyes widening and darkening. “She was teaching me to dance. The closet doors are mirrors.”

March resisted the urge to slap his perfect face. “Why? You aren’t going to be a stripper.”

He shrugged. “You don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust her.” March’s face felt hard and cold. God, how she hated the emotions seething in her. She was almost physically ill.

“She cannot tempt me.” He shook his head slowly, his eyes glittering blue. “Don’t you understand I am attuned to you alone?”

“You weren’t supposed to be able to get angry.” She was unraveling, like a ball of yarn thrown across a room. “You did.”

Her heart shattered as he turned and walked away. Grief winded her. At the door, he glanced over his shoulder, again shaking his head. He was stunningly handsome, looked sad and hurt, but there was no apology in his intense gaze. Hands fisted at her sides, she tried to control the storm of fear, anger, resentment and pain.

“Where the hell are you going?” Her voice came brusque, short.

“For a walk to let you think and cool down.” Light and shadow chiseled his face, and her breaking heart skipped a beat. “I am not going to Liz. I have learned all I need to know from her. I shall never see her again.”

“You can’t walk out. It is impossible for you. You are faulty in some circuit somewhere. I’m going to return you.”

The most beautiful man in the world froze with his hand on the door. “Please don’t. This is a misunderstanding.” He blew out a long breath. “However, if that is what you want, I must advise you that Mayfair Electronics, 21 Dover Street, London, W1S 4LT will accept return of a flawed unit for a full refund.”

“Stop! You sound like a robot.” Her fisted hands struck the air.

He didn’t flinch. “I am a robot. That’s why this is an inane conversation.”

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_LoveForSaleSomething of a gypsy (actually nothing quite so romantic!) born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

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Lunation by J.J. Gadd – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_Lunation In this exciting story that allows the reader the choice of following different characters, young, sheltered Branguin discovers that his ancestor, Marama, has been trapped in the moon, and sets out to free her. But he must first unravel the mystery of how she got there, confront and defeat the sorcerer Raul, and counter a menacing new force that’s assembling an army to attack the capital. Branguin deciphers the clues with the help of his companions, several lost relatives along the way. The Lunation Series is a modern-day moon myth about ordinary people discovering their inner strength and overcoming extraordinary challenges, in order to solve a great mystery.

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Inside, the Boy cast a look around his surroundings, the wooden bed by the fire, the long wooden table, the animal skins stretched and drying on the walls around them, the dusty loom in the corner that had not seen use in his lifetime. The thrill he had felt at the thought of leaving grew. But he felt a great desire to farewell the old house first. He told Anselt as much. The woodsman’s response was predictably reluctant.

‘What for? It’s miserable in there, with all those things belonging to dead people! I don’t like it.’

‘I agree that the time has come for us to leave the forest, but I think we should have one last look,’ the Boy insisted, collecting a lantern and unlocking the little door. ‘We might learn something about why our families stayed here. Besides, we cannot leave until daylight anyway, with that strange beast lurking about outside — not to mention the wolves.’

Sullenly, Anselt picked up a lantern and followed him through the little doorway into the house. He was unrelentingly practical, and wary of things he did not understand, so the Boy’s suggestion that they separate and explore different rooms displeased him. He bit back a protest, though he could not suppress a frustrated sigh.

The Boy went to one of his favourite rooms first, the orchard room. To his shock, he found it was occupied by a young woman with long golden hair. She stood at the other end of the room, her back to him, staring out into the darkness past the branches of the old fig tree that crowded the window. He quelled an alarmed yelp — though later he was unsure if it was her presence or her large yellow eyes that disturbed him the most. He had seen yellow eyes before, of course — his own, far-seeing eyes were yellow, and the memories of the stones were full of yellow-eyed folk, but in real life he saw that they were alarmingly large, and almost glowed.

‘How did you get here?’ he asked, just as she snapped ‘What are doing you here?’.

Though the Boy had come to see the room and house as his domain — regardless of whoever owned it, he’d been haunting these rooms for years, without encountering another soul — he answered first. ‘I come here often. I like this room.’

She continued to stare at him, and as the silence grew he tried again. ‘Are you from Vernon?’

‘No, I’m not from Vernon,’ she hissed, then turned away. Eventually she spoke again, though she kept her back to him. ‘I too like this room, though it is a long time since I have seen it. Do you live in this house? Who lives here with you?’

‘I live — lived — with my grandfather and his servant, Anselt. We don’t go in the house often, though; we stay in the kitchen.’

‘Anselt?’ He could tell by the sound of her voice that she was frowning, or puzzled. She turned to face him. ‘What is your name?’

The Boy shrugged apologetically. She stared at him for a long time, her ageless face as still and white as porcelain. ‘How odd to have no name. Though I suppose, if one does not know one’s name, one cannot give it away carelessly. Are your companions of Geolwe blood, like you? Do they have your yellow eyes?’

When the Boy shook his head, the yellow-haired woman looked amused. ‘Did you not know you were of the Geolwe? Do you know what it means? But then I suppose few do, these days.’

She climbed further back into the tree, gathering the skirts of her brightly coloured red dress to save them from catching on the branches. ‘Tell no one of this meeting,’ she said, as she leapt from the windowsill.

The Boy cried out, and ran to the window, but by the time he reached it and peered down to the trees below, there was no one to be seen.

About the Author:JJ Gadd is an Australian writer based in regional Victoria. She likes green and growing things, cooking, and history – particularly antiquities. The call to writing came young, and she worked as a journalist and editor for more than 15 years, garnering the life experience she thought she’d need in order to do justice to the story she’s wanted to write since she was a girl. Now that she’s a grown-up she’s realised that life experience is something that keeps happening – but she wrote the story anyway.

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Mercy’s Rescue by Debra Holt – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_MercysRescueFighting for his life after an ambush, Sheriff Josh Wellman awakes to find himself looking into the eyes of a real-life angel of mercy. Despite his groggy condition, he knows his life has changed the instant their hands touch.

Devastating heartbreak has left Mercy Smith’s faith in tatters, her heart guarded against more loss. Her dedication to the air evac trauma team she leads has insulated her from the realities of the earth below, so now Josh faces the biggest challenge of his life.

Can he find a way around the walls that fortify her heart and convince this angel to stay on the ground with him? Can Mercy open herself to life again and find a way to restore her faith in God … as well as love?

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“Three minutes out. Descent begins in one.” The pilot’s voice crackled through the headset as he tossed a look over his shoulder to Mercy, strapped into the jump seat. She responded with a quick thumbs-up. “The scene is secured,” he added. “We’re in and out fast. There’s only one to transport.”

A dull, leaden weight sank to the pit of her stomach. Mercy Smith knew his words meant the other injured person had died before their arrival.

“We can’t save them all, Mercy.” Paul Robards, the second medic onboard who was seated across from her, responded to the shadowed look that crossed her face. “Some things are out of our control.”

“That’s true. I just wish we had the chance to try.” She’d served four years in the trauma-one unit on the ground before accepting the promotion to join the air evac as team leader, so she was a realist. She knew they would lose some of the patients they were called to assist, but that never stopped the feeling of defeat when they lost someone before they could intervene and attempt to save them. Mercy used to tell herself that everything was in God’s hands. She didn’t delude herself with that platitude any longer. The only hands she could count on were the two folded in her lap. She just needed the opportunity to try.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_MercysRescueBorn and raised in the Lone Star state of Texas, Debra grew up among horses, cowboys, wide open spaces, and real Texas Rangers. Pride in her state and ancestry knows no bounds and it is these heroes and heroines she loves to write about the most. She also draws upon a variety of life experiences including working with abused children, caring for baby animals at a major zoo, and owning a wedding planning business (ah, romance!).

Debra’s real pride and joys, however, are her son, an aspiring film actor, and a daughter with aspirations to join the Federal Bureau of Investigation. (more story ideas!) When she isn’t busy writing about tall Texans and feisty heroines, she can be found cheering on her Texas Tech Red Raiders, or heading off on another cruise adventure. She read her first romance…Janet Dailey’s Fiesta San Antonio, over thirty years ago and became hooked on the genre. Writing contemporary western romances, is both her passion and dream come true, and she hopes her books will bring smiles…and sighs… to all who believe in happily-ever-after’s.

The Seymour Agency represents Debra and she is soon to have two contemporary romances published by Spencer Hill/Tulip Romance and Astraea Press. Debra invites you to visit her website at She loves to hear from other aspiring authors or readers via email at

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Masquerade by Hannah Fielding – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_MasqueradeSummer, 1976. Luz de Rueda returns to her beloved Spain and takes a job as the biographer of a famous artist. On her first day back in Cadiz, she encounters a bewitching, passionate young gypsy, Leandro, who immediately captures her heart, even though relationships with his kind are taboo.

Haunted by this forbidden love, she meets her new employer, the sophisticated Andres de Calderon. Reserved yet darkly compelling, he is totally different to Leandro – but almost the gypsy’s double. Both men stir unfamiliar and exciting feelings in Luz, although mystery and danger surround them in ways she has still to discover.

Luz must decide what she truly desires as glistening Cadiz, with its enigmatic moon and whispering turquoise shores, seeps back into her blood. Why is she so drawn to the wild and magical sea gypsies? What is behind the old fortune-teller’s sinister warnings about ‘Gemini’? Through this maze of secrets and lies, will Luz finally find her happiness … or her ruin?

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Luz set eyes on him for the first time from her seat on Zeyna’s back as the fine white Arab mare stepped down the narrow path from the cliff that led to the beach. He was sitting on the edge of the track, leaning nonchalantly against a wild carob tree, watching her while chewing on a sprig of heather. As she drew nearer, she met his steady gaze, spirited and wild. At that moment she had no idea this man would have the power to change her world and create such havoc in her heart, that she would emerge from the experience a different person. Fate had not yet lit up the winding pathway of her life nor the echoes of history along it, but now, in front of this stranger, a disturbing awareness leapt into flame deep inside her and began to flicker intensely.

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Portrait of Hannah Fielding and photos of where she writes.

Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.

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