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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Lisa Edward's Songbird Freed

The 3rd and final book in the Songbird Trilogy by Lisa Edward is now LIVE!!!


Blurb

My name is Tara O’Connell, and I’ve always believed we control our own fate. That life is a journey with many roads, and the choices we make can shape our future.

Life has presented me with two paths and I’ve chosen one.

Was it right? Did I make the best decision?

After the uncertainty of the last twelve months, my destiny is now crystal-clear to me. I have a man I love more than words can express, a thriving business, and the best friends anyone could ask for. But just when I thought I could put the turmoil of my past behind me and move on, a life-changing phone call has rocked me to the core and turned my life upside-down once more.

To make matters worse, influences outside my control have taken hold and are shattering my perfect world.

But some things are worth fighting for.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Spirited Away (Psychic Detective Series, #3) by Angela Campbell + Giveaway

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Title: Spirited Away (Psychic Detective Series, #3)
Author: Angela Campbell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 18, 2014

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Synopsis
Who knew pet-sitting could be so dangerous…or so sexy?! Socially awkward Emma “Spider” Fisher prefers her laptop to people, so she’s more than happy to oblige her boss when he asks her to pet- and housesit while he honeymoons in London. But it doesn’t take long for accident-prone Spider to lose a dog, get locked out of the house, and set off the house alarm! Thankfully, her hot new neighbor is more than happy to come to her rescue. But Noah West is a mystery to Spider—and one she intends to solve.  

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Oh yeah. She was gonna kill that mutt when she got her hands on him. And the cat too, just because. Emma “Spider” Fisher rattled the locked doorknob one more time and glared at the animals watching her from the other side of the front window. Costello, the dog, panted happily and gave her a tongue-lolling, open-mouthed grin. Abbott, the cat, stood in the bay window beside him, watching her with disinterested, narrowed eyes as if she were the stupidest human he’d ever met. Which was a distinct possibility. “Ugh!” She rattled the front doorknob again and slapped the doorframe. Yeah, as if that would make it open. It was the morning after her first night of house-sitting for Zach and Hannah, and she’d already locked herself out. Correction. One of the dogs had escaped the fence, she’d given chase in her jammies, and when she’d ran back to call for help after not being able to catch Charlie, Costello had bumped shut the door she’d left open. Locking her out. Without a key. Without a phone. Without a hope of not being killed by her boss when he returned from his honeymoon. His beloved blind dog had disappeared after she’d chased him into some trees on the other side of the street. No telling where Charlie was now. God forbid, he could be lying dead on the highway. Might have fallen down a well somewhere. Joined a gang. Who knew? In fact, who knew a blind dog could run so darn fast to begin with? She’d bet that dog had some cheetah in his genes. Heaving a half laugh, half sob, she turned and slid down the door until her bottom met the cold concrete of the front doorstep. A quick scan of the other houses and manicured lawns lining the quiet subdivision was no comfort. Well, maybe it was. No one seemed to peek out of curtains or be aware of her humiliating predicament, although she’d have to start pounding on doors soon to see if someone would let her use their phone. Who would she call? One of the so-hot-they-could-melt-her-panties-off guys she worked with? She groaned. This could not be happening to her. A flash of brown movement to her left caught Spider’s attention and sent her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage again. Charlie was sniffing the grass and following an invisible trail beside the sidewalk in front of the house. Near the freaking road! Uttering a squeak, Spider sprang to her bare feet and hurried down the driveway, muttering “owww” and “ouch” every time she stepped on a rock or something sharp in the grass. She had a hard and fast policy against swearing, but she was seriously reconsidering that rule this morning. “Charlie!” Her voice carried down the street. She clicked her tongue. “Com’ere boy!” The dog lifted his head but kept prancing forward as a car came around the curve toward him. Panic seized her chest, releasing its grip only when the vehicle slowed and turned down a side street. The too-smart-for-his-own-good canine perked his ears up and looked in that direction. Ohmygosh, he was blind and following sounds. She had to catch him. She had to. If he got out of the subdivision and found a main road— She whistled and jumped up and down, hoping the noise would divert his attention. “Charlie!” He turned and took three slow steps toward her. “Good boy!” She whistled again and patted the front of her thighs. The long-legged retriever mix lowered his head, wiggled his raised butt, barked, and darted in the opposite direction. “No, no, no!” Spider gave chase. “Charlie!” He thought they were playing a game. Oh, for the love of—! At least he was running in circles, not straying outside the neighborhood. She had no idea how long they ran up and down the suburban street lined with a mixture of classic Georgian, English cottage and modern houses. It was mid-morning, and no one had come outside to see what she was causing a ruckus about. Geez. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. What kind of neighbors were these? “Char…Char…Charlie!” Winded, she had to slow down until she was barely moving at all. Hands on her thighs, leaning over, she watched helpless as Charlie plowed headfirst into a neighbor’s bushes. Startled, he hunched low and took slow, careful steps around the hedge. His tongue dangled out of his mouth but, otherwise, he looked ready to resume his marathon sprint. What the heck did Hannah feed that dog? Crack cocaine? One step. Two steps. Spider inched closer. Charlie turned, and she used all of her reserves to leap toward him. Yes! Their bodies collided, and she rolled with him onto the grass, the forty-pound dog using her as his personal cushion, not that she cared. Not as long as she had a tight grip on him. She laughed in triumph and then groaned when a wet tongue found her mouth. Ewww. Disgusting. Doggy slobber. So gross. It took a few more minutes of her wrangling him on the neighbor’s lawn to get into a position where she actually could pick him up. New rule. The dogs were going to wear their leashes twenty-four seven while they were under her watch. She’d once thought she might like to have a dog, but uh uh. Not anymore. Cats were so much easier than dogs. The two of them lumbered back to the house and collapsed together inside the fenced yard. Oh, thank heaven. Now she just had to figure out how to get back inside the locked home she was supposed to be protecting. Chest heaving, she sprawled on the grass for a few minutes, thinking about it. Man, she had to pee. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she considered each of the windows. She’d already checked most of them. Her gaze fell on one. The bathroom. Had she locked it back after cracking it open last night when someone whose name rhymed with Costello had pooped mushy stuff all over the floor? Remind her to never give him part of her burrito again. Ever. Struggling to her feet, she glared at Charlie as she made her way to that side of the house. He was happily prancing about the yard again as if the past hour had never happened. Insane dog. Spider nearly burst into tears when she saw through the pane that the window wasn’t latched. Yes! She pushed it up as far as she could, lifted herself up, and… A pulsating siren startled her so much she squealed and fell backwards, landing flat on her butt in the grass. “Oh, no, no, no.” The house’s high-tech smart alarm system was programmed to automatically arm itself after fifteen minutes if the doors and windows remained inactive. Zach had warned her about it at least a dozen times. It was a new system he was testing for clients of his private security firm. It took Spider a few tries to pull herself up so her waist was aligned with the windowsill. A pair of almond-shaped eyes were there waiting for her when she did. Perched on the sink, Abbott’s black and white feline body was drawn back and ready to spring as he stared at the opening in the window. “No!” Spider yelled at him as she grappled to lift her left leg up. “Don’t even think about it, mister.” With a growl, the cat took a leap in the opposite direction and darted through the bathroom doorway as she managed to get her leg over the windowsill. She was half in and half out. Basically. Almost. Her foot was inside the bathroom anyway. That was progress. “Hello?” a man’s deep voice called from not too far away. “Everything okay back there?” Oh, for the love of Pete. Straddling the window, Spider wiggled, trying to swing her other leg over and into the bathroom. Much harder to do than she’d expected. Her left side was pressed to the pane of glass on the outside of the house. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t get the window to raise high enough to let her maneuver inside. The house phone began ringing and seconds later, the alarm stopped. Well, that was something at least. Furry legs grabbed onto Spider’s calf inside the house. “Hello?” the man called again. “Uh, yeah! We’re okay.” Still trying to shove the window up, she glanced down and saw Costello humping away at her leg. You’ve got to be kidding me. She tried to jostle the dog off, which only managed to get her stuck in a more awkward position. Uh. She was wedged in there pretty good now. The back fence moved inward. Spider reached a hand out and screamed, “Don’t let the dog out!” A man she didn’t recognize grabbed Charlie’s collar just as the dog ran toward the gate. That mutt must have some superpower for detecting openings he couldn’t see. She’d swear her life on it. Her body sagged against the window frame on a loud sigh of relief that he hadn’t escaped again. The stranger snapped the gate shut behind him and gave Charlie a generous rub on both ears. Spider snorted when Charlie lapped the man’s face with his tongue. Some guard dog he was. “Are you sure you don’t need help?” Seriously? He wanted to help her now? The guy lifted his delicious green gaze, which widened when it found her. He swore. “Are you stuck in the window?” She stifled a groan. He would have to be a total hottie, wouldn’t he? Please, someone shoot me now.  

About The Author
Angela

An eclectic reader who loves almost every genre, Angela Campbell read her first romance novel at 16 and immediately endeavored to write one, too. Many offbeat attempts (and a couple of decades) later, she published her first novel through Carina Press and has since sold a three-book series to Harper Impulse. "On the Scent" topped the Kindle charts in March 2014, officially becoming an Amazon best seller in both romantic suspense and romantic comedy. With every story she pens, Angela aims to build in a paranormal element to a contemporary and recognizable world with characters who find love in oftentimes humorous and extraordinary situations. Learn more about her books at www.AngelaCampbellOnline.com.


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Dead Man's Carve by Kym Roberts + Giveaway


Dead Man's Carve
by Kym Roberts
Series: Tickled to Death Mystery, #1
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: October 27, 2014

In the spirit of giving, all Author proceeds from the sale of this book are being donated to Wounded Veteran organizations.


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"There's nothing wooden about Dead Man's Carve.  Roberts mingles a sparkling, unique voice with a great old-fashioned mystery."
Wendy Lyn Watson
Mysteries a la Mode
Pet Boutique Mysteries (as Annie Knox)
Rilee Dust isn't your typical wood carver, she’s young and making a go of it in the small village of Tickle Creek, Oregon. She’s also the only one in town who isn't determined to get rid of her strip club neighbor. Everyone else, however, is ready to evict the Girls, Girls, Girls.

When a dog adopts her and turns her life upside down, Rilee’s not so sure it’s a good thing. Especially when he leads her to a moose, a military man and a dead body. Because the moose kicked her butt, the man saved her life and the dead body is one of her customers.

Now Rilee’s smack dab in the middle of all the small town politics with a killer on the loose who has an ax to grind. And Rilee just may be the next victim to have her name carved in stone.



“Bogart!” I yelled, frantically circling and trying to locate the direction of his cries. “Bogart…Heeere!” Catching a glimpse of movement to my right I ran toward the commotion.

An eighty pound black and brown Boxer flew through the air in my direction. Ears cutting through the wind, his eyes looked crazed and his jowls flapped as he cried out in fear. The cause of his flight … an eight hundred pound Moose who was pissed off and raising cane. Or in this case raising Bogart with her nose. He landed on his feet — like a colt trying to stand for the first time — legs splitting, chest smacking the earthen floor.

None of that stopped his feet from moving. Bogart was back in the race of his life as the irate cow charged after him.

“Oh, crap.” My stomach dropped as I realized she wasn't done with her assault, and I was the much larger target as Bogart led her straight to me. I turned and ran, with Bogart hot on my heels. The sound of the cow's breath filled my head. The distance closed between us. Zigzagging through the trees, I couldn't outrun her. Nor could I out-maneuver her. I just hoped she’d get tired and realized we weren't a threat.

Unfortunately, she didn't feel the same way.




Three career paths resonated for Kym during her early childhood: a detective, an investigative reporter, and…a nun. Being a nun, however, dropped by the wayside when she became aware of boys—they were the spice of life she couldn't deny.

In high school her path was forged when she took her first job at a dry cleaners and met every cop in town, especially the lone female police officer in patrol. From that point on there was no stopping Kym’s pursuit of a career in law enforcement—even if she had to duct tape rolls of coins to her waist to meet the weight requirements to be hired.

Kym followed her dream and became a detective that fulfilled her desire to be an investigative reporter, with one extra perk—a badge. Promoted to sergeant Kym spent the majority of her career in SVU. She retired from the job reluctantly when her husband drug her kicking and screaming to another state, but writing continued to call her name, at least in her head.



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Healing My Heart by Aleya Michelle

Title: Healing My Heart

Author: Aleya Michelle
Blog Tour: October 27th-31st
Hosted By: Author Sandra Love



Roxy is in a bind...

Should she stay true to herself or should she follow her wounded heart back to her first love?


Back to the one who left her heartbroken and alone. 

Who will be the one to help heal her heart?
Will it be Dylan, who started as her re-bound, but has become her strength and her life line over the past few months.
Or will it be Kade, the one who stole her heart and showed her the true meaning of love. Then showed her all the despair, vulnerability and pain a broken heart can cause.
Which path will bring her to her happily ever after?


Excerpt 1 –


My eyes can’t help but stare and linger at his toned and tanned arms, his chiselled face, slightly stubbled. I could never forget his ruggedly handsome face that I once loved so much.

Seeing him last night in the darkness, I really didn’t do him one bit of justice.

In the brightness of the day he is a god, one extremely good looking, sexy man and those hazelnut coloured eyes glistening in the sunlight, are doing all kinds of things to my insides.

                                                                                                                                    Roxy.

Excerpt 2 –

As I rub my hands along her body I tell her. “This tanned skin of yours is so clear and smooth; I love the softness, your untouched beauty, no Photoshop of Botox or plastic surgery. Roxy I love you and just you my all-natural Aussie beauty. You are my very cheeky, stubborn, way too independent, hotter than hell Aussie beauty” I state to her as I thrust deep inside her wet core. I glide in with ease; she is so aroused and dripping.
                                                                                                                     










Roxy is a fighter, she is strong and independent. She knows exactly what she wants and is not afraid to go after it, especially when it comes to men. Roxy thinks she has men figured out, that is until she meets Kade. He storms into her life like a knight on a white horse to save her. He makes her question everything she ever thought she knew about life, men and herself. 

With a past that keeps holding her back will Kade be able to break down her walls? Will he be able to prove to Roxy that everything she thinks she knows about men is wrong, or will he prove her right?


Excerpt 1

‘Fuck you make me hot Roxy.
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire existence.
Your curvaceous body, lips made for kissing and skin so soft and untouched.
I am so greedy when it comes to you, so get used to sex morning, noon and night from here to eternity princess.’
Kade – Breaking My Heart

Excerpt 2

Okay well there’s a glimpse of the girl that makes my heart skip a beat, her true emotions, her honesty.
Her walls are definitely up.
Do I want to have to break down those walls?
Will it be mission impossible?
Will I get hurt again? Fuck
I can’t resist this woman!
As irritating, confusing and frustrating as she is, I just can’t resist her!


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Born and raised in Sydney, NSW I am in my thirties and happily married with 3 gorgeous boys.
My first love has always been reading, so the writing side is very natural to me. Favourite books include anything by Abbi Glines, but Fallen too Far is a favourite, Pulse & Collide by Gail McHugh and The Driven trilogy by K Bromberg.
Hobbies of mine are playing netball; shopping and I love listening to music. I add it into my writing frequently.
I am totally enjoying this rollercoaster of being an Indie author and hoping others enjoy my writing as much as I love writing itJ

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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Anabel Divided by Amanda Romine Lynch

Anabel Martin thought that the resolution of her father's murder would bring a resolution to her problems. After all, she was starting life over in a new place, with new friends, and new adventures, focusing on attending college and raising her daughter free from the distractions of Washington, DC. She was ready to move on.
But a trip back to the District for Meghan's wedding stirs up old feelings and brings new life to old relationships. Matt is cold and distant, while Jared is caring and attentive. A woman from Matt's past, a bold public flirtation, and Anabel's desire to be truly loved lead her to a crossroads...and her final decision leaves her with more questions than answers. 

 
 
 Anabel Divided is book 2. 

Book 1 is Anabel Unraveled 
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16211490-anabel-unraveled
 
Thank you so much to BookHeathens for hosting me today! 
ANABEL DIVIDED begins with a wedding and my heroine’s relationship with her boyfriend, Matt, in crisis. She’s also starting to see Jared, her daughter’s father, in a whole new light and pondering whether or not they could have something she never saw them sharing —a future.
“Alright, bridezilla. What do you want to do before bed?”
Meghan then got a wicked gleam in her eye. “Well . . . I happen to know that your movie is on in about ten minutes.”

I groaned. “You can’t be serious.” About a year after everything had happened on Caereon, I had been approached by Lifetime. They were making a movie about me, and I could cooperate and have some sort of say in the script, or I could let them do their own thing.

I was reluctantly attached as a producer.

“You know, I’ve never made it through the whole thing,” she admitted, 
flipping on Lifetime.

“Neither have I,” I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Do we at least have 
some snacks?”

“Check the kitchen,” she called, settling in as the advertisement 
proclaimed, “Next: The Anabel Martin story.”

I found some M&Ms and threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “I 
do think they could have done much better in the title department.”

“I agree, I can’t believe you went along with that,” she teased. Then she 
hesitated. “Hey, Annie . . . you should know that Carly’s going to be 
there tomorrow.”

And now I had to think about her. Great. I forced a smile. “You already 
warned me, and even if you hadn’t, Jared brought it up.” I grabbed a 
few M&Ms. Discussions of Carly Waterstreet warranted sugar. “I still cannot believe you invited her.”

She sighed. “I had to—her husband is one of Kevin’s partners.”

I raised my eyebrows. “She got married?” Was everybody getting 
married these days?

Meghan grinned. “Yeah. But that doesn’t mean she’ll stay away from 
Jared. So just as a heads up.”

The popcorn finished and I grabbed it and the candy and flopped down 
next to her. “Why should I care if she hangs around Jared?” I asked 
carefully, taking a handful of steaming popcorn.

Meghan avoided my eyes. “Thought you should know. By the way, I 
do love this actress that they got to play you,” she changed the subject 
with a grin. “She’s got this very sexy nasal voice.”

I laughed. “I thought the casting was decent.” I grinned at her sideways. 
“I do happen to think they did a fantastic job casting your brother, 
although you can tell he’s trying to mask his Southern accent.”

“I hate the chick they have for Alexis. Who is she, anyway?”

“Some soap star. I wanted Gwyneth Paltrow.” My heart grew cold at 
the thought of Alexis. She was still alive, even though Charlie wasn’t 
anymore.

But she was still out there. Locked up. But still out there.

Don’t. Just don’t. So instead I groaned as I watched movie-me throw 
herself at Jared. “Now, I know I was pretty pathetic,” I confided to 
Meghan, “but I never, ever said to your brother, ‘Oh Jared, take me 
away from all of this! Rescue me!” I fell back on the couch with 
dramatic flair.

Meghan laughed. “And look at him! ‘I’d do anything for you, 
Anabel,’” she imitated, lowering her voice.

“Ugh, have you watched the part where they have him propose?” I 
asked her. “Like your brother would ever get down on one knee for me.”

“Yeah, he sort of blew that with you, didn’t he?” she commented, 
resting her head back against the couch.

I grinned. “Yeah, it was all very romantic. ‘Hey, Anabel, since I 
knocked you up and all, I guess we should get married.’” I shook my 
head at the memory. “It’s a wonder I never told him yes.”

“Do you think you would ever change your mind?” she questioned me.

“I don’t really . . . Meghan, I have no interest in getting married right 
now,” I reiterated. “Something Jared never understood. I need this time 
to be on my own, and not have anyone to answer to but myself, you 
know?” I searched for the words to explain. “After all those years of 
having my father grind me into the ground, it’s taken me a great deal of 
time to learn who I am again, and I really need this time.” I tilted my 
head. “Besides, I am sort of in a serious relationship.”

“But Annie, he wouldn’t even bother to come with you here,” Meghan 
reminded me. “That has to hurt.”

“It does,” I concurred. “But if it’s all the same to you, Meghan, I don’t 
want to talk about that right now.”

She nodded, and we went back to watching the movie.


Author Bio
Amanda Romine Lynch is a writer, editor, and blogger who grew up in Florida knowing she belonged somewhere else. She now lives in the DC Metro Area with her husband and three amazing little boys. She is the Eco-Friendly/Green Living Contributor over at the Prime Parents’ Club and strives to live earth friendly in a world of disposable diapers. When not writing about Anabel and Jared or chasing around a curly-haired boy, she cheers for the Gators (in all kinds of weather) and occasionally remembers to sleep.

Links
Website:  http://amandarominelynch.com/
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Tour Schedule:
October 13 Tour Kick off post - Girl Who Reads 
October 14 Top 10 List - My Devotional Thoughts 
October 15 Claire Reviews - Girl Who Reads  
October 16 Book Promo - What Shall We Blog About?  
October 17 Top 10 List - Lindsay and Jane's Views and Reviews  
October 18 Review and Excerpt - Renaissance Woman  
October 19 Top 10 List - Karen Pokras  
October 20 Review - Library Girl Reads & Reviews  
October 21 Review - Rayborn Rambles  
October 22 Character Interview - Rise of the Slush 
October 23 Author Guest Post - Ali's Bookshelf  
October 24 Excerpt - Fresh Pot of Tea  
October 25 Review and Excerpt - BookHeathens  
October 26 Review and Excerpt - Tyrneathem  
October 27 Get to know the author - http://amandarominelynch.com/