Walking Savannah by Terri-Lynne Defino and The Crush by Heather Heyford – Spotlight and Giveaway


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mediakit_bookcover_thecrushTHE CRUSH

In the first of Heather Heyford’s new series, set in Oregon’s Willamette Valley wine country, the grape isn’t the only source of intoxication . . .

A Perfect Pairing

Juniper Hart has her dream job—or rather, her dream job has her. Under Junie’s management, the winery her late father started is finally getting noticed. But she’s lonely, deep in debt, and overwhelmed with work. Even if she had time to date, the only men she meets are smug, stemware-breaking hotshots like Lieutenant Manolo Santos, whose good looks and smooth charm don’t half make up for the sour taste he leaves on Junie’s palate.

After years as an army engineer and a childhood in a restaurant kitchen, Manolo can see Junie’s winery is about to go sideways—and he’s bursting with ideas to help. Except Junie’s far too magnetic for comfort. He left New Jersey to escape becoming one more Santos man shackled to a captivating woman and a failing family business. But in the misty hills of Oregon, with a sip of supple pinot on his tongue, pulling away is the last thing he wants to do . . .

mediakit_bookcover_wakingsavannahWAKING SAVANNAH

Bitterly, Connecticut, has been a haven for a woman shattered by painful memories—until a handsome stranger appears and threatens to awaken the ghosts of her past…

For the last eleven years, Savannah Callowell has led a peaceful existence in Bitterly. As the owner of an old farm, she’s mostly kept to herself, not daring to let anyone get too close. None of her neighbors know that she’s haunted by tragedy, and she’s done everything possible to escape her ghosts. She thinks she’s succeeding, until her new foreman shows up—and he’s far from being the college kid she was expecting…

A worldly former professor, Adelmo Gallegos has his own reasons for wanting to hide out on Savvy’s farm, and he isn’t about to share them with anyone, not even his enticing new boss. Still, Ade can’t help himself, the more time he spends with Savannah, the more he longs to lure her out of her protective shell. But how can he convince her that opening her heart is the only way to heal? Especially since he too has secrets he’s unwilling to share? Only when the past catches up with them may they be able to free themselves of it…

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A pang of empathy hit him. “Don’t worry, Buttercup.” He crooked a knuckle under her chin. “Just wait till I get finished with this place. . . .”

That one square inch of skin fused them together like a magnet. His feet stepped closer of their own accord until the toes of his boots bumped hers.

Her lips relaxed and parted. He scrutinized every inch of her face, seeking fault . . . justification to quell his growing desire. It was true. Junie wasn’t a conventional beauty. Her features were a tad too strong, and freckles from working outside sprinkled her nose. But with no makeup diverting attention from them, her irises shone like sapphires. Even under the glaring summer sun, her naked skin was poreless, her cheeks downy as peach fuzz. She was like an organic fruit, imperfect on the surface but better for you in the ways that counted.

His body stiffened with lust. But this was no run-of-the-mill at- traction. An undercurrent of danger ran through it. His heart pounded like it did the moment his CO announced, “Operation mobile” unexpectedly and he knew all of his skills were about to be tested to the limit. At moments like that—when a man was never closer to death—he never felt more alive.

His fingers spread to cup her jaw possessively. He tipped her head back, sending her Ducks cap tumbling backward onto to the ground. Slowly, slowly his head descended until only inches sepa- rated their lips. His own jaw tightened with the effort of restraint. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to throw caution to the wind, rip that baggy white suit right off, and lay her down in the mid- dle of the vineyard in broad daylight. If she were any other woman . . .

About the Authors:

Heather Heyford learned to walk and talk in Texas, then moved to England (“Y’all want some scones?”). While in Europe, Heather was forced by her cruel parents to spend Saturdays in the leopard vinyl backseat of their Peugeot, motoring from one medieval pile to the next for the lame purpose of “learning something.” What she soon learned was how to allay the boredom by stashing a Cosmo under the seat. Now a recovering teacher, Heather writes romance, feeds hardboiled eggs to suburban foxes, and makes art in the Mid-Atlantic. She is represented by the Nancy Yost Literary Agency.

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Terri-Lynne Defino – Writer, cat-wrangler, sparklequeen. My first fantasy novel, Finder, was published by Hadley Rille Books in October, 2010, followed by: A Time Never Lived in 2012, and Beyond the Gate in 2013. October 2015 saw the release of Seeking Carolina (first in the Bitterly Suite Series) from Lyrical, an imprint of Kensington Publishing, and my first attempt at romantic women’s fiction.

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Why You Will Love and Hate Inspector Shivaji Chavan by Ashish Malpani – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Why will you love and hate the protagonist of ‘Ten Days in October’

Inspector Shivaji Chavan, the protagonist of ‘Ten Days in October’ is police station in charge for a small rural Indian town called Sangamner. He is newly transferred and still trying to learn about the town and the people. He is a family man and moves to the town with his wife and son. He loves drinking chai (masala tea) and whiskey. Chavan also loves riding his bullet motorcycle and believes that his strong physique looks good riding the iron. The story begins when he suspects that the public suicide of local jeweler Anil Kokate may be a homicide.

As the story progresses, we learn more about Chavan and his view of the world. When I initially sketched out Chavan’s character, I did spend some time sketching out his social life, his beliefs and his work style. After the first pass, I could see the reflection of quite a few people I have met throughout my life in his character. He is a responsible police officer who is genuinely interested in solving the crimes. He believes in his instincts and looks at all the possibilities in detail. He doesn’t shy away from work and continues his quest without taking a break even when he is getting pressured from his superiors, media and people of the town. At the same time, he does spend time with his family and tries to balance work and life. You will grow into liking Chavan as the story unfolds.

However, being a typical Indian man, he does show signs of patriarchal thinking and does take his wife for granted. One of my friends who read the novel jokingly said that if her husband woke her up early in the morning to make a tea for him, she will throw him out of the house. That is why she didn’t like Chavan. He does expect his wife to listen to him. He can’t break away from the shackles altogether. I also see myself too facing the same issue sometimes. Does that make someone hate Chavan? Maybe!

The reason to hate him the most is when he reveals his philosophy and justifies taking bribe from someone who has the means. One of the reviewers of novel said he wished that Chavan will be totally good guy and may be his team is taking the bribe without his knowledge. And he felt disappointed to find out that Chavan was in on it. For me, I see Chavan as a complex character who wants to do good but he is sucked into the system and developed his own justification for doing things that we won’t expect from a typical ‘good guy’. I wanted to keep the portrayal close to reality but may be that damages Chavan’s image.
Finally, when Chavan faces the killer and solves the moral dilemma about the identity of the killer, you will love him again. I believe that I have given justice to his character and it is up to you to decide whether you love him or hate him.

Print5 a.m. phone call broke Police Inspector Shivaji Chavan’s sleep informing him that local jeweler Anil Kokate, was found hanging from a tree on the banks of Pravara River in a small town of rural India. Although the signs point to an open and shut case of suicide, Chavan suspects foul play. While trying to find the missing pieces of the story he finds more hidden skeletons and comes across astonishing & cruel past of the victim. What begins as a routine investigation quickly turns darker, ruthless and pressing. Can Chavan handle the pressure of his superiors, local media and frightened masses? Can he navigate the system to reach the killer? Can he solve the moral dilemma when he comes face to face with the killer?

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Inspector Shivaji Chavan then looked at Amol, the victim’s son, and said, “As soon as the doctor completes the examination, I will hand the body over to you. Please wait for few minutes more.” Then he opened the main door. The smell of rotted flesh mixed with Formaldehyde forced him to hold his breath. Gayakwad was standing inside holding a handkerchief on his nose. The postmortem room was well lit with a white tiled platform in the middle of the room for the examination. Dr. Sheikh was done with the autopsy. He had a couple of assistants with him. Seeing Chavan, Dr.Sheikh stopped what he was doing. He took off his gloves and washed his hands in the nearby sink. He grabbed his notepad and walked over to Chavan.

“I am almost done with the examination; I can quickly review the results with you and release the body to your custody.”

“Sure, go ahead,” said Chavan.

“Stitch it up,” Dr. Sheikh instructed the assistants and quickly flipped through his notes. “Sahib, in my opinion, the cause of death is asphyxia due to hanging. There is about four cm wide ligature marks running from the midline around the thyroid cartilage, symmetrically upward on both sides of the neck. The mark matches with the rope that was brought in with the body. I also think that it was a simple knot and running noose. The hyoid bone is fractured as well, which is not a surprise given the age of the victim? Microscopic examination of the thyroid gland and salivary gland shows focal interstitial hemorrhage which is consistent with antemortem nature of hanging. I won’t rule out suicide altogether, but I have a couple of other interesting things to report. There is light ligature mark around the wrists that would suggest that the wrists were tied together at some point. Also, all five fingers of the right hand are swollen, and the X-ray revealed that the fingers were broken. And my guess is that this injury was antemortem too. Also, it appears that there was some cloth stuffed in his mouth. I found some traces of fabric in his tract. Finally, looks like he had broken ribs a while back. ”

“How is that possible? How could someone break their fingers and then commit suicide?”

“That is something I can’t explain either,” Dr. Sheikh replied. “On the face of it, it does look like that force was applied to break the bones, so I don’t think Kokate did it himself. Maybe he got into a fight, and then something else triggered the suicide.”

“That is one possible explanation. Can you say for sure that this is a suicide and not homicide?”

“If you discount the broken bones, it does looks like a suicide case.”

About the Author:mediakit_authorphoto_tendaysinoctober

Ashish Malpani is an Indian-American freelancer and blogger. Born in Sangamner, a small town in rural India, he spent much of his adult life in Austin, Texas. A technology product marketer by trade, Ashish earned his MSE from Purdue University and MBA from the University of Texas.

Ashish fell in love with reading and traveling at a young age. As a kid he had two dreams in life: to write a novel and to travel around the world. Thirty eight countries and counting, Ashish has explored various cultures and captured the world through the lens of his camera with his wife Samta and son Ayan.

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Brandon Zenner’s Writing Routine – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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One of my own writing routines

Back when I was writing my first novel, I had an experience that would go on to shape how I approach writing on a day-to-day basis. What happened was, out of the blue I got what is called an aura migraine. This condition was not unknown to me; I used to get them somewhat regularly as a child. But at the time, it had been years since one of those strange, blinding migraines struck me. The most frightening part was that there was no warning. One moment I was fine, going about my business, and then in the corner of my vision there was a spot, like I had looked quickly at a glowing light bulb and then looked away. It took mere moments for that spot to grow into a column of bright and zigzagging lights. There was no pain at that stage, but I had lost over half of my vision, and it was getting worse. A strange sense of confusion and lethargy followed, and I couldn’t do much more than stay in bed for the rest of the day.

I won’t go further into detail about the migraine itself, otherwise this post will go on and on. But what I will say is that the timing of the event was … well … perfect. My first novel relied heavily on a man who succumbed to this condition, so experiencing one myself helped me to explain the technicalities in accurate detail.

Now, the day after the migraine, my brain felt all out of sorts. There was a fear that the migraine was going to come rushing back at any moment, and my head was lost in a fog. So I decided to sit on the ground and try an old practice that I used to do regularly back in my late teens: meditate. I focused on my breathing, sitting as still as can be, for several minutes. I didn’t sit long that first day, but the next day I sat a little longer, and the day following even longer. When my head had cleared up, and sitting in front of a computer was again a possibility, I meditated first for twenty minutes; feeling my breath go in and out and letting my eyes stare unfocused on a plant across the room. After the meditation, when I was sitting at my computer, my thoughts were sharp, and I felt my writing was better than it had previously been. Not only that, but my whole life seemed to improve by spending only twenty minutes a day focusing on my breath. So, this became a part of my routine. Every day, I sat and meditated before delving into my work. I still do it to this day. Often, I don’t have a full twenty minutes, as writing with a two year old at home no longer affords me the luxury of unlimited time. But I never sit in front of my computer when working on a novel without spending at least a few minutes focusing my thoughts in meditation. I hope soon to be back at my twenty-minute minimum, as there is an old Zen proverb that I think sums up the situation perfectly, “You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes every day — unless you’re too busy. Then you should sit for an hour.”

Two years have passed since mankind faced extinction. Brain Rhodes and his cousin, Steven, are leaving the protection of their underground bunker for the first time, after a cataclysmic war and unrelenting disease ravaged the earth.

On the other side of the North American continent, young Simon Kalispell is leaving the safety and seclusion of his cabin deep in the woods, traveling with his aging canine companion, Winston.

For individual reasons, these men are traveling east, where the fragmented lives of a small number of survivors will soon be decided by the choices of a corrupt few.

Simon Kalispell and Brian Rhodes are not yet aware, but the strength that resides inside them will soon be tested, and destiny will call for their fates to be forever intertwined.

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Brian looked down the entry chute to Steven at the bottom. He knew that five minutes ago, the only thought going through Steven’s mind had been the complete and utter fear of facing whatever unknown nature of humanity might remain outside that bunker door. Now his cousin looked panicked as the filtered light reflected the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his body tensed, as if the all-encompassing blackness in that room was squeezing him toward the exit. Steven’s eyes darted over his shoulder in the direction of the one piece of equipment they had not shut down entirely—the walk-in freezer. The red, glowing light from the switch illuminated the far wall. Steven seemed frozen, transfixed.

Not the time to be thinking about what’s in there, Brian thought.

About the Author:mediakit_authorphoto_theafterwarBrandon Zenner is an American fiction writer and an Amazon best selling author. His short fiction has been published in both print and online publications, the first being submitted when he was 19 years old. THE EXPERIMENT OF DREAMS, his debut eBook thriller, has reached Amazon’s best seller list many times. His second novel, WHISKEY DEVILS, was released in early 2016. THE AFTER WAR, a dystopian thriller, is available now as a pre-order, at 80% off the final sale price. You can follow the author on his Amazon page, or through his email list on his website. All email subscribers will receive his futuristic short story, HELIX ILLUMINATED, for free as a thank you. His genres of choice are thrillers, crime, dystopian, and science fiction.

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Black Werewolves Box Set by Gaja J. Kos – Spotlight and Giveaway


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mediakit_bookcover_blackwerewolfboxsetEnter the world where myth becomes reality, where long forgotten gods walk the earth, and where love forms bonds that cannot be broken even in the raging winds of battle.

Box set contains: The Dark Ones, The 24hourlies, Chased (novella)

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Rose felt his muscles flex in graceful movement as he sprinted towards the courtyard that lay just beyond the alley. As soon as they left the narrowness of the walls, he leaped into the air and extended his wings, each bat taking them higher, until she could see the length of her street coming into full view below them. The simargl used the wind currents, leisurely taking her in a semi-circle around her neighborhood, before rising higher, his fur and his feathers shimmering in the unimpeded rays of sunlight.

The wind brushed against her skin as they gained speed; it would have been painful for a human, their less protected skin exposed to the elements like this, however, she welcomed the coolness it brought, knowing she still had the luxury of doing a half-shift at any time, should the strokes of fresh air become too aggressive for the tough, but nonetheless more sensitive human form.

The green landscape of Slovenia lay outstretched below them as the simargl kept a steady course, leaving the concrete circle of Ljubljana in the distance and taking them further southeast.

About the Author:mediakit_authorphoto_blackwerewolfboxsetGaja J. Kos is the international bestselling author of the urban fantasy series BLACK WEREWOLVES and the erotic paranormal romance novellas DROWNED. She is also a bilingual poet with 12 published poetry collections.

Gaja resides in Celje, Slovenia, with her husband and two Chinese Crested dogs.

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Take a Chance on It by K.A. Mitchell – Excerpt


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Thank you for the chance to tell you a little bit about Take a Chance On It, the third book in my Ready or Knot series. The idea for the opening of this book—a wedding where the best man was in love with one of the grooms—was the very first idea I had for the series. Writing his yearning hurt more than I thought it would. When I wrote the scene this excerpt was from, I cried and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. There is a happy ending, and I hope, a lot of funny lines and sexy times, but there is a lot of angst on the way. Here, the best man is alone with the groom just before the ceremony. I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Take a Chance On It.

Dane’s moms—Theresa and Jess—had always been what Gideon would have wanted for his own mom—assuming, of course, he’d had one that stuck around past Gideon turning seven.

At the rehearsal dinner last night, Mama J had kissed his cheek and held him, despite Gideon’s rigid posture and tentative return of the embrace. “We always hoped he’d finally see you, sweetheart.”

And just like that, all the iron he’d used to lock away his feelings had turned to vapor, and Gideon had had to excuse himself. It had taken two shots of Chivas Regal to get him to the point where he could let anyone see his face.

“It really might have been your last chance.” Dane wasn’t teasing now.

“For fuck’s sake, Dane, you’re not going to die.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Dane’s hand hovered over Gideon’s shoulder and then fell away. “But we’re not just doing this for the paperwork, for me to go on his insurance. We’re… closing the relationship.”

As smart as Gideon knew he was, he would always be incredibly stupid when it came to Dane. Had he missed signs of that shift in his self-imposed exile from Dane’s booty-call list?

Gideon buried his reaction in an examination of his cuffs. “I’d say you’re cute when you’re terrified, but neither of your heads need to get any bigger.”

“Aw. You noticed.” Despite his drawn features, Dane’s grin was as bright as ever.

“You make damned sure everyone does.”

Dane wrapped his arms around Gideon. “I love you, you know.”

Gideon rested his hands on Dane’s shoulders. “Yes.”

“I only plan to do this once, and I want to do it right.”

Let me tell you about the family curse, son.

takeachanceonit400x6003Left at the altar by his long-time lover Spencer and in desperate need of quality health insurance, now, Dane Archer can’t say no when his best man and best friend Gideon DeLuca steps in. But Dane and Gideon have history, tangled and passionate and complicated.

After seventeen years of cat-and-mouse, Gideon has realized Dane isn’t the kind of man who ever wants to be caught, and he’s stopped playing Dane’s game.

For Dane, it’s never been a game, but sexual fidelity isn’t his strong suit. Love is too beautiful for limits, something he’s never been able to get Gideon the control freak to understand. Now Dane has nothing but limits, including the timeline on this paper-only marriage to Gideon.

Gideon’s the only person Dane trusts enough to lean on, and Gideon will do anything to get Dane through this crisis. Anything but fall for Dane again.

Living together forces Dane and Gideon to stop circling and face what’s been between them all these years. They just don’t know if they have the power or the time to make things right.

What they do know is that they’re not ready for it to be over.

About the Author: K.A. Mitchell discovered the magic of writing at an early age when she learned that a carefully crayoned note of apology sent to the kitchen in a toy truck would earn her a reprieve from banishment to her room. She never stopped making stuff up and was pleased to find out that people would pay her to do it. Over twenty books later, she’s still in love with writing. Reviewers and readers alike have called her a “gateway drug” to gay romance. Although the men in her stories usually carry more emotional baggage than even LAX can lose in a year, she guarantees they always find their sexy way to a happy ending.

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Will You Be My Escort by Meg Harding – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Thanks for having me today! Will You Be My Escort is the second novel in a series of four. It’s the sequel to Dinner for One, and focuses on James’s younger brother Jackson—a bisexual makeup artist—and Aaron, an escort.

When I started writing Will You Be My Escort I had to think of a reason why Jackson would need a fake boyfriend. A wedding was the first thing to come to mind—but I’ve written one of those before and I wanted something new. Family reunion eventually occurred to me, and the idea stuck. I’ve never been to one, but I know people who have and I’ve heard the stories. Depending on the family involved, they can be pretty interesting.

There’s no such thing as a normal family, and it was fun to delve into the Carlisles’ dynamic. I drew on personal experience and what I’ve seen of my friends’ families to put together this crazy bunch of people. Jackson’s parents and siblings being a branch of the family that doesn’t see or interact with the other members unless there’s an event stems from my personal experience. My family is extraordinarily close, but just the immediate family for the most part. The rest we talk to/see once in a blue moon. But those of us who live near each other and are close? We’re in each others’ pockets.

So if you start to think, “man these guys are crazy and way too involved,” you’re right. We definitely are.

10_19-harding-willyoubemyescortfs_v1A Carlisles novel

Jackson Carlisle has rotten luck with men and women, and after an especially bad situation, he takes a step back from romance. But with a two-week family reunion in Hawaii looming, his mom is determined to set him up with one of the sweet singles she knows would be perfect for him. A normal person would tell her no and be done with it. Instead, Jackson tells her he has a boyfriend. The only problem? He doesn’t.

Aaron Wilkes is an escort. He’s a little surprised when a friend’s girlfriend hires him to date her brother, but he’s had stranger jobs. Jackson is cute, and he thinks a fling with Aaron might be just the kind of no-strings-attached fun he needs to get over his dry spell. As they explore the islands together, their carefully laid plans begin to get away from them. Feelings aren’t supposed to come into play, but that shouldn’t be a problem. After all, you can’t fall in love in two weeks….

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Part of being in a large family means everyone knows everything. And it’s never forgotten, because inevitably someone remembers it. So Jackson doesn’t know how he hasn’t heard about the family reunion until he’s staring at the ridiculous card on his dark-cream tiled counter. Someone has taken the time to make a collage of the entire family’s faces and merge them into lettering that reads “You’re invited to the Carlisle Family Reunion.” He’s not sure whether to be impressed or appalled.

His phone starts to trill. He picks it up without looking. “Are you seeing this?” asks James. “I think I’m hallucinating it.”

“No,” says Jackson. “I’ve got it in front of me. It’s painfully real.”

The last thing in the world he wants to do is attend a family reunion. It’s a two-week-long affair at a resort in Hawaii (which would be lovely if the family reunion aspect was removed), occurring in three weeks’ time, during which they’re going to be surrounded by obnoxious extended family. It’s like something from a horror film.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” he says to James. “You’ve got a boyfriend.” He thinks about it. “Can Bastien not come?”
He runs two businesses and works a lot, but he’s got a partner who can probably take things over.

“Bastien can come,” grumbles James. “He’s annoyingly excited for it.”

“He’s in for a rude awakening,” mutters Jackson. Bastien hasn’t met anyone outside of their immediate close-knit group yet—he wasn’t around for the last reunion. He’s probably expecting everyone to be like their particular branch of Carlisles. The extended family isn’t like them. Well, in some ways they are, but in others… no. They’re an eclectic group of people who mostly only bother to get together and converse for a period longer than a two-word holiday or birthday card every five years.
There’s a reason for that.

His call waiting goes off. He pulls the phone from his ear. “Mom’s calling,” he says on a sigh. “I’ll call you back.”

“Don’t bother,” says James. “I’m coming over, and we’re going to drink till we forget we’ve been invited.”

Jackson rolls his eyes. “You’re a drama queen.” He drops the call in the middle of James’s indignant squawks. “Hello,” he says to his mom.

“Hello, sweetie,” she says. “Did you get the invitation?”

He glares at their obnoxious collaged faces. “I did.” He looks closer. Someone has photoshopped a curled mustache onto James’s face. He holds the phone away from him as he snickers. Their cousin Bobby must have made the card. He hates James. “James has a mustache in the picture,” he tells his mom. “Did you see that?”

Her sigh is long and pained. “I did. I’m calling to let you know you have to go. You can’t get out of this.” She goes silent, but there’s something about it that makes Jackson feel like there’s more coming. He has a feeling he’s not going to like it. “I know things have been rough, since you had to move and all….”

And he called that.

“But I have a friend, she has a delightful daughter, and I think you two would really get along. She might take some of the pressure off the reunion? And I think it’ll be good for you. I don’t mean to worry, but you haven’t dated anyone since Angel.” He winces at the name. “It’s time to try again, don’t you think? Move on? We’re all worried about you, dear. I have a friend with a son too, he’s a bit older than you, but he’s got a nice job.”

The last thing he wants is to be set up by his mother. A sane person would tell her to butt out and hang up. Politely of course; this is his mom after all. Jackson has a short supply of sanity, though, and he’s been running on very little sleep for the last month. What comes out of his mouth, instead of “no, thank you” or “I don’t need someone else to be happy,” is “I’m already seeing someone.”

About the Author:Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF and Anglia Ruskin University. For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next. She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes. In her dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.

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Just Write by Heather M. Walker – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Just Write

It’s hard to stare at a blank screen, even when your heart is burning and you have the desire to pour your soul out onto the page before you. What if what comes out sounds crazy, doesn’t make sense, or is full or errors? Should you go over what you write as you write, reading it over for mistakes before you move on to the next portion of writing? What if what you write sounds good to you, but it gets rejected over and over, would it even be worth the time it takes to write it?

Here’s my two cents. JUST WRITE. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece the first time around. It’s called a rough draft for a reason. There’s always time to go back, to edit and revise what you’ve written.

Here’s the thing, if you are afraid to get it wrong, you can restrict the flow or your creativity, and it can make it hard for anything to come out at all. Stop doubting yourself, get a pen and paper, sit behind your computer screen, get out that old family typewriter….however you choose to get the words out, just do it! Write until the screen is full of words, until your hands are smeared with ink, or until your pencil has been sharpened into a nub. Not all of it will be good, heck, some of it might be terrible, but at least you’ve gotten the words down on a page. The most important thing is to write, because then you have something to work with. Stop doubting yourself, being a perfectionist is not going to help you here, at least not in this stage of writing.

Once you have written yourself out, put it away. Do your best not to think about it for a few days. Do something else. If you have a craft or a hobby, take your free time to do this. Take an extra shift at work. Take your kids to the park. Keep yourself busy so you can keep what you’ve written out of your mind. Then, after several days, go back to what you’ve written earlier and look at it with fresh eyes. Go through it and edit or revise it now, fix spelling errors, strike out things that don’t work, change sentences into deeper, more free flowing ones. Develop the ideas that were raw into ones that have a stronger foundation, expand on your ideas, and tidy up what were rough ideas when you first wrote them.

The raw material you let flow freely from you earlier has given you material to work with, and that is the most important thing. Don’t let it be censored due to fear, the more you write, the more you have to work with.

Also know it’s ok to take a break from writing. Some people advise to be a writer you need to write every day. Maybe this is true for some writers, but for myself I don’t find this to be true. While I love to write, it is also important for me to wind down, relax and recharge. It’s important to find out what works for you, and to do that. Sometimes it takes a while to find out what works for you too, and that’s okay. This is your journey, travel it as only you can.

As far as being afraid of your writing being rejected, just accept it as inevitability. Every writer gets rejected; it’s going to happen. I saved all of my rejection slips in a folder. I use them to remind myself just how far I am willing to go to make my dreams of being a published author come true.

Each rejection should be treated as a badge of honor. It’s a right of passage all writers have to endure. Yes, some rejections were nice and gave me exceptional advice on how to better my story, on what I was doing correctly and what I was doing wrong. Others were downright vicious, and one even made me cry. I’ve had one editor tell me there wasn’t enough emotion from my characters to the point my story was dull and dry, and another tell me it was so over emotional to the point of being overly dramatic and unreadable. I’ve had responses all over the place in my journey to be an author, and the truth is, I almost gave up. After a year and a half of trying to find my novel a home, I was almost sure I had to at least stop for a while, let my manuscript cool off, and then try to revise it all over again one more time. Either that, or just let it go altogether.

I’m so glad I didn’t give up! Being a writer means you must be full of determination and perseverance, even when you don’t think there is a publisher left on the planet who would take your work. Don’t. Give. Up.

Of course, make sure you’re submitting your best work. Check and recheck your spelling and grammar. Edit, revise, and revise again. When you’re certain your manuscript is at it’s peak of perfection, then go for it, and don’t look back.

I’ll be looking for you on the best seller’s list!

10_18-mediakit_bookcover_theotherlingIn the deep south of Doltree, Georgia, not everything is what is seems. Long accustomed to life as an outcast, the beautiful and demure Annaleah Grace has learned to stand apart from the crowd with dignity. Being the daughter of a white witch and a white witch herself, living in a town of devout Christians, has earned her more than a few raised eyebrows.

When she meets the handsome, yet snarky, Professor Bainbridge with whom she will be teaching at the local University, everything in her life abruptly changes. Something about him seems intimately familiar to her in a way she can’t totally identify. Even though he’s brusque and intimidating, Annaleah is drawn by his otherworldly eyes and foreign mannerisms.

With the help of angels, both Holy and fallen, she discovers just how unique she truly is. Dreams become a meeting place between this reality and the next, and Professor Sebastian Bainbridge’s true identity is revealed.

When her dreams begin to be more than dreams and she wakes up with Georgia red clay she walked through during a nightmare still wet on her feet, Annaleah knows something intense and powerful is going on, and that somehow, Professor Bainbridge is part of it. She is determined to embrace the profound destiny that awaits her and the Professor, even if that means taking up a sword to fight the Devil himself.

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Deep in the infernal glow of Hell’s belly, the Old Ones began to stir. Called forth out of a dreamless slumber by a growing sense of tension, where they had remained undisturbed for millennia, they awakened. Languidly they spread their scarred, battered wings and stretched their crooked limbs as their ancient eyes began to open. A growing sense of tension and unease began as a subtle stirring in the air and rose until it permeated Hell, down to the chambers in which they had slept undisturbed for millennia. Anger at being disturbed rose like bile in their throats. Ancient mouths filled with rows of hooked fangs yawned and snarled. Yet the Wise Ones knew, it had been no creature of Hell that had summoned them, no foolish mortal in the land of the Above that had recited age old incantations of beckoning. Things in the land of the Above were changing, shifting the balance of Good and Evil towards the powers of the Light. Narrowing newly opened eyes, the daemons concentrated and followed the signature of energy to its source in the world of mortals. The hideous ones smelled this change with flared nostrils, letting it fill their rotten lungs until it burst forth into their minds with a certain knowing.

About the Author: 10_18-mediakit_authorpic_theotherlingHeather was born into a military family, and has lived everywhere from Mountain Home, Idaho, to a small town in England called Bloxham. She eventually settled down In LaGrange, Georgia with her partner of 15 years, Billy, her 7 year old daughter Makaylah, and her 4 indoor cats. She considers herself first and foremost, a mother. She enjoys being a writer, a jeweler, a glass artist, a painter, and avid crafter. It has been her life long dream to publish a book, and she has lovingly worked on “The Otherling” in its various stages for almost 3 years. Heather loves to read, mostly horror, fantasy and occult books. She studies angelology, mysticism, Wicca, psychology and the human mind. Her writing goal is to create a book that comes to life in her reader’s hands and minds, and places them there in the middle of the story. It is her deepest wish that “The Otherling”, as well as her other written works, will accomplished this, and make a home in the hearts of all those who read her words.

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What If…. by Andrew Grey – Guest Blog

10_18-andrew-grey-bannerLong and Short Reviews welcomes Andrew Grey who is celebrating the release of his newest book Eyes Only For You.

I have written a number of stories over the years. Okay… a lot of stories and the one thing I love most about being an author is the fact that I get to ask questions and then find out the answers. The most frequently asked question is very simple. What if… In this case I asked myself; What of a man who saw himself as completely straight figured out that he wasn’t as straight and narrow as he thought? That question has been asked before by authors, but what I really wanted to explore was how Jerry grew as a person, not only sexually, but as a man. How did his answer to that question and the way he accepted the outcome not only affect the type of person he fell in love with, but in the end was he happier and more contented once he;d completed his journey? I’d hope that finding out things about our true selves would indeed lead us to a happier life in the end. But please check out the story for your own answer.

10_18-andrew-grey-eyesonlyforyoufs_v1Marcello Bagnini has a history of falling for the wrong men, and it seems he’s done it again. Working out at the gym with his straight friend Jerry is becoming harder by the day—in more ways than one. Worse yet, Jerry isn’t the only one who notices Marcello’s wandering eyes. So instead of risking his friendship with Jerry and alienating the other guys at the gym, Marcello keeps his feelings to himself.

Real estate agent Jerry Foland has never explored his interest in other men, but there’s something different about Marcello, and Jerry’s starting to think he might like to see where his attraction could lead. However, Jerry’s controlling father makes it clear that it’s either stay on the straight and narrow or Jerry can say good-bye to his family.

As much as they try to stay away from each other, their lives overlap, both at the gym and when Jerry is contracted to sell the home of one of Marcello’s friends. Friendship grows into more, but Jerry’s father has his own agenda, and it doesn’t include having a gay son.

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“And he’s someone you know, and you can’t figure out why you’re attracted, but you are, and you can’t seem to stop it no matter what you do?” Marcello supplied.

“That’s it exactly. What the hell do I do about it?”

“Beats me. If you figure out the answer, please tell me, and then we’ll both know,” Marcello told him. Jerry crinkled his eyebrows. He was pretty sure they were both talking about the same thing. He knew he’d been fascinated with Marcello for weeks now, and he’d seen Marcello looking at him. But he figured it was because Marcello was gay. Now he wondered if Marcello was trying to say that he liked him without coming out and actually saying the words in case Jerry got angry.

This whole thing was more confusing than anything he could ever remember. He wanted to ask Marcello just to come out and say what he meant, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually say the words in case he looked like a complete fool. So he stayed quiet and wondered what in the hell to say or do. Maybe the best thing was to just leave and extricate himself from the situation. That way he could go home and try to figure this shit out on his own. Not that he’d had much luck with that before.
“What do you want, Jerry?” Marcello asked.

It would be so easy to just say what that was. Close the gap between them and see if Marcello’s lips tasted the way they had in his dreams and if he felt as hard and strong as he did when the lights went out and Jerry was lying in his bed, letting his mind wander over thoughts he knew were dangerous. “I wish to hell I knew. Do you?”

“Yeah. I know what I want, but I can’t have it.”

“Why not?”

Jerry knew it would be so much easier if Marcello made some sort of move. That way Jerry could decide if he liked it, and if he didn’t, then he could back away and it would be Marcello’s issue. Maybe that’s why he didn’t. Jerry was pretty sure Marcello was interested in him when he said there was someone he liked but couldn’t have, and he figured all it would take to find out would be for him to lean in and get closer.

But he wasn’t gay. Marcello could talk about scales all he wanted, but guys who were with other guys were gay, and that was it. He understood Ronnie and Clay. Hell, he’d never seen his friend happier, either of them. And he liked Marcello. But he wasn’t gay and couldn’t be gay. Jerry liked girls, and that was how it was supposed to be. He had to put these other notions aside and just be what he wanted and what his family expected. There was no other choice.

“I can’t make the first move. I won’t trap or pressure anyone into anything.” Marcello leaned forward a little and then stilled. Jerry didn’t move either. Marcello was so close, his scent surrounded him, and Jerry’s heart beat like a bass drum. He felt his fortitude start to waver and leaned closer, holding his breath and parting his lips.

“Marcello,” a female voice called, and Jerry sat back, releasing Marcello’s hand, gulping for air. His cheeks grew heated as a slight, dark-haired woman entered the room.

About the Author:10_18-andrew-greyAndrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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Relaxing When You’re a Writer by Vanessa Mulberry – Guest Blog


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher to celebrate the release of Vanessa Mulberry’s The First Act.

Relaxing When You’re a Writer
For years writing was my relaxation. It was a stress free fun time, nothing but pure pleasure. No deadlines, no associated paperwork, no self-editing. Just tapping away at the keyboard creating my own little worlds.

And then I had a child and became a stay at home mum, which although rewarding, isn’t always the most mentally stimulating work. I became more serious about my writing, and what had been a hobby became a job.

Now, I’m not having a moan. Being a published author is a dream come true for me and I wouldn’t swap it for the world. I still have to pinch myself in disbelief that I’ve got a book coming out. It’s just meant I’ve needed to find new ways to relax. Reality TV is a continual source of comfort.

But that was the easy part. Switching off to actually do the relaxing is nigh on impossible for me. I can stay up until 2am writing if I let myself!

I still do push myself too hard, too often, but I’ve learned to recognise the signs now and rein myself in. I thought I’d share a few of my top tips for winding down when you’re a writer.

1. Human contact

Writers need a lot of alone time for thinking thoughts and typing words, but most of us need some interaction too. Go see a friend or family member, chat to a pal online, anyone that will get you thinking about something other than your work for five minutes.

2. Read for pleasure

Any writer should be a reader, and preferably a prolific one. But if you’ve been reading a lot for research then put down the book and pick one up that’s just pure fun. I cheat at this I must admit, because I both read and write romance, but I never fail to enjoy myself when I’ve got a book in my hand.

3. Write for pleasure

If you just can’t kick the writing habit, scribble something that’s only for you. Even if it’s a drabble, write yourself something effortless again.

4. Make your routine more fun

Writing professionally, running a household, parenting, holding down a full time job… That’s a lot of time taken up right there with any of those and doesn’t leave much for relaxing. I’ve tried to enjoy the things I have to do a bit more. Trying out new recipes, or even taking a night off cooking and getting a takeout occasionally. Getting some fancy bubble bath or shower products. Giving myself five minutes to drool over the expensive handbags when I’m shopping in town.

5. Make friends with other writers

No matter the genre, no matter whether you’re indie, epub, trad pub, authors have similar experiences. If writing is stressing you out then there’s nothing like a good vent to someone who understands!

10_17-mulberry-book-coverApril 1594. William Moodie thinks he’s in love with celebrated actor, Richard Brasyer. When Brasyer’s playing company, Goldfox’s Men, comes to town, William is only too willing to leave his country life for the opportunities of the theater and a life in London. Determined to become Richard’s apprentice, William seeks to impress his mentor with his acting—and please him in bed.

Meanwhile, Richard struggles to escape his past as a spy and disentangle himself from the manipulations of his former master and ex-lover, Bennett Goldfox. Swearing off a relationship with his new apprentice proves difficult for Richard, as William uses all his youthful charms to seduce him. When Bennett’s life is threatened, Richard is lured back into the game for one final mission, and he and William travel to Cambridge to hunt down a list of traitors to the Crown.

In the midst of danger and deception, Richard and William come to truly see each other, faults and all, and realize their feelings run deeper than either expected.

About the Author: Vanessa Mulberry has been reading and writing since she learnt to read and write. She has been an MM romance reader for a decade now and took up writing the genre because she loves happy endings and, ahem, happy endings. Her hobbies include Gin and Tonic.

She lives in Buckinghamshire (which is significantly less posh than it sounds) with her long-suffering husband and their adorable daughter.

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A Soldier Finds His Way by Irene Onorato – Spotlight and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Lee Kilraine, Janice Maynard, Irene Onorato, and Cynthia Tennent will be awarding a digital copy of all the books to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

mediakit_bookcover_asoldirefindshiswaySometimes getting lost is the best way home . . .

After a painful youth spent in foster homes, Special Forces soldier Edward Giordano has all but given up on love. Returning to New York from a dangerous mission in Costa Rica with no one to welcome him home, he knows he must find a way through his bitterness and embrace faith, or he’s destined for misery and loneliness. But he never expects that saving someone else’s life might help him save his own…

Audra Lorenzo is a first-year school teacher with a bright future. All she’s missing is a man to share her happiness. Her father wants her to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend, but she can’t stop thinking about the handsome, kind, and courageous soldier who rescued her from a near-deadly car accident…

Edward too, has not stopped thinking of Audra. After making peace with God and with his difficult past, he’s ready to re-connect with her and reveal his feelings. Edward knows that opening his heart will mean risking pain, but he’s prepared for whatever comes—from a perilous deployment to Audra’s meddling father…

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A seed of a smile sprouted on Greco’s face and he stepped a little closer.

“Do you know what my wife said to me last time she saw you at this very airport? She said you were one of the handsomest men she’d ever seen. Not as handsome as me, of course,” he added quickly, evoking a grin from Edward. “But she said to remind you that your face wouldn’t break if you smiled once in a while. You’re wound up tight. Loosen up, son. Dismissed.”

Edward relaxed his posture but stood glued to the spot.

Greco took a few steps, but turned back when Edward didn’t follow. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you and the men. You’re right. I behaved badly and I have no excuse. I’ll try to control myself, sir.”

“Edward, may I speak to you as a friend and not as your commanding officer?”

He nodded.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re crazy or anything like that, but maybe you should see someone, you know, professional. You shouldn’t have to live a life of controlling yourself. Work on getting rid of those internal demons instead. Something is eating at you all the time. You don’t seem to enjoy life very much, and you should. Come on. Let’s go home.” Greco patted Edward’s back.

The men collected their gear and made for the door.

“I don’t suppose I could persuade you to meet my wife today, could I, Lieutenant?” Greco asked.

“Maybe another time, sir.”

“Need a ride, Lieutenant?” Jackson asked.

“Thanks, but my brother’s picking me up.”

“Hey, tell Hank we miss him. He’s a great guy, and the best demolition man the unit’s ever had.”

Outside, Greco dropped his duffel bag and kissed his wife passionately. Before she got in the car, she turned and waved at Edward. He returned her gesture with a nod and a quick flick of his hand. The major gave Edward an informal two-finger salute and slipped into the driver’s side.

About the Author:1irene-onorato Irene Onorato was born and raised in Bronx, New York. Her father, a first-generation American whose parents were born in Italy, was an Army veteran who had served with the 178th combat engineers during WWII. He told numerous stories of battles, hardships, tragedies and triumphs. The glimpses he gave into the hearts of many American warriors would later become the inspiration for much of Irene’s writings.
In 1972, a few months after graduating high school, Irene met James Onorato, a soldier who had just returned from Vietnam. After dating two weeks, they married, raised three children, and are still happily married today.

Irene and James, both radiation protection technicians, retired from the nuclear power industry in 2014 and now reside in Louisiana.

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