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INTERVIEW with Andrew P Weston author of Hell Bound ~ GIVEAWAY

Please help me welcome author Andrew P Weston to the blog today. He’s agreed to chat with us and answer a few questions. I think you’ll enjoy our interview and that you’ll also like learning about his latest release HELL BOUND.

Don’t forget to enter his giveaway! The link is at the end of the post :)

Let’s get started…


Describe yourself as if you were tweeting…that’s right. You get 140 characters! :)

Time traveler from the future with a dark and mysterious past – presently stuck in the here and now.


Love your tweet! What’s the first thing we’d see when we walked in your front door?

Beady eyes staring back and perky tails. My six cats always rush to welcome daddy home. (It’s a feline fuss frenzy) If it was YOU walking in, you would get the “Give me food now, stranger, or get out” stare.:)


Cats are amazing creatures! What is your favorite meal to cook?

My wife is of Persian origins and taught me how to make authentic spicy cuisine, so I love the whole process of preparing and cooking curry. The herbs and spices, all the vegetables and meats involved. A specific method is required for each ingredient. It takes a couple of hours…but its culinary heaven. (Nom Nom).


Curry is amazing. When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

When I found out the first of my children was on the way, I wrote and illustrated a series of books so I’d have something personal to share with them. I invented the character of Willie Whiskers and it was great fun. Handmade paper. Special binders for each book. Coloring pencils and exclusive ink. (I think I enjoyed it more than they did.) It gave me a buzz and inspired me with a longing to do more.


That’s an incredible story Andrew! I love choosing names for my characters. How did you go about choosing yours?

As I am writing for the Heroes in Hell shared universe, (see below) my characters had to be actual persons from history, or well established figures from mythology. You can appreciate, that limited the freedom I had to choose names. However, I could jazz things up when it came to character codenames – which I devised from their main attributes or quirks. For example, the Chief Inquisitor, Strawberry Fields, is based on a dark version of Little Red Riding Hood. Her name and her codename – Redcap – reflect that.


What makes HELL BOUND different from other books in the same genre?
Hell Bound is part of the award winning Heroes in Hell universe created by the esteemed Janet Morris. Let me explain:


Heroes in Hell is a series of shared world fantasy books, within the genre Bangsian fantasy/horror, created and edited by Janet Morris and written by her, Chris Morris, C. J. Cherryh and others. The first 12 books in the series were published by Baen Books between 1986 and 1989, and stories from the series include both Hugo Award winners and Nebula nominees.
Janet Morris continued the series through her own publishing company – Perseid Press – from 2011 onward with, Lawyers in Hell, followed by five more anthologies and a novel since then.
The shared world premise of Heroes in Hell (also called The Damned Saga) is that all the dead wind up together in Hell, where they pick up where they left off when still alive. The Encyclopedia of Fantasy states “In the long series of shared world adventures begun with Heroes in Hell, Hell becomes an arena in which all the interesting people in history can come together to continue the relentless pursuit of their various ends.” Brian Stableford commented that the series “adapted the backcloth of Dantean fantasy as a stage for violent adventures with ironic echoes of infernal comedy.
Of note is the fact that you can’t apply to submit a story. You have to be invited to contribute, and it’s a great privilege being asked to do so. When you consider there are very few novels in this series, you begin to appreciate the distinction Hell Bound holds, as it rubs shoulders with the finest pedigree.


What’s more, when devising the character of Daemon Grim, Janet and I thought one of the best ways of integrating him – and indeed his entire team – into an already established playground, was to ensure their “solo’ adventures run in tandem with what’s happening in the anthologies.

So, Grim was introduced to us in Doctors in Hell, where we found him on a special mission to recover something very precious to His Infernal Majesty. Hell Bound begins at the conclusion of that very same mission. The next anthology will pick up several months after Hell Bound. Hell Hounds – the next solo novel – will commence where that anthology ends, and sets the scene for the next HIH adventure.


Which character is most like you?

I deliberately share myself out so there are aspects of my personality in a number of characters. In this story, Nimrod and Yamato Takeru reflect the more peaceful side of my nature. I’ll let you guess who mirrors the beast inside :)


Do you prefer to write in the morning, afternoon, evening, or just whenever you can?
Sadly, I haven’t quite reached the stage of being a fulltime novelist yet – and I am plagued by the dreaded shift work – so I have to keep a strict schedule and write whenever I can.

What’s the first sentence in your book?
“…Lost in shadow, I surveyed my surroundings and took my time to ensure the area was deserted…”

Intriguing start! What was your favorite scene in HELL BOUND to write and why?
The scene when Grim crosses the Knights Bridge to reach the Cloisters of Scourging.

And why?
In a nutshell, I used to work for the British Government and lived in London for a while. (All of the locations within Hell Bound are all based on factual places, warped to suit the sinister nature of the underworld). This particular scene brings back memories of a time I was engaged in a covert follow of…how can I say… targets? It was dark, it was foggy, streetlights created indistinct halos in the mist, and the alleys echoed to the sound of footfalls. (I remember thinking at the time that Jack the Ripper would have been right at home there).  In this particular scene, Grim has to pierce an esoteric veil leading from one reality to another, so I used my memories of that night as a basis for the transference. It’s moody, metaphysical, ethereal, and all-round kick-ass. I loved it.

Why should we read HELL BOUND?
Because there’s nothing like it out there.
As I mentioned, its part of a well established, respected, award winning series. And the privilege of contributing a novel has been extended to only a few others.
Give it a try; you’ll soon see why it’s already drawing rave reviews J

What is one of your fondest memories from when you were growing up?

Mixing with all my cousins at Christmas.
I grew up in the 60’s. It was different in those days, more magical and much less commercial. It always snowed; we always had a real tree. And because my mother came from a large family there were endless rounds of visiting and being visited. Days off school stretched on for an eternity and I had so many new books to read…(sigh).
As I say…magical. I suppose that’s why I like to spoil my own family now :)


What is the best part of the writing process for you…the beginning of the book, the middle, or the      end…and why?

The end. That final revision before I send it off to the editor represents the culmination of months and months of plotting, planning, research and hard graft. It’s quite a thrill imagining the pleasure readers will get when they delve into it for the first time.


Would you give us a sneak peek into what you’re working on now?

“They say,” write about what you know.
So I’m currently working on the generation of a quantum gateway into hell itself. If I can experience it for real, it will add a depth of realism to my work that’ll really make it stand out.

Ha! Just kidding…or am I?

Thanks so much, Andrew! I enjoyed getting to know more about you and your book.



About the Book


Hell Bound (Heroes in Hell)
by Andrew P. Weston
Amazon UK
Genre: Fantasy
Published by: Perseid Press
Release Date: October 31, 2015
Length: 406 PagesIn hell, none of the condemned believes they deserve to be there. And that’s fine, so long as they’re not foolish enough to try and do anything about it. For those that do, there’s always Satan’s Reaper–and chief bounty hunter–Daemon Grim.

Feared throughout the many layers of the underverse, no one in their right mind dares to cross him.

However, when Grim discovers that someone has attempted to evade injustice, and seems hell-bent on gaining access to ancient angelic artifacts proscribed since the time of the original rebellion in heaven, circumstances point to the fact they may be doing just that.

The question is…why?

Thus begins an investigation that leads Grim throughout the many contradictory and baffling levels of the underworld, where he unearths a conspiracy that is not only eating its way like a cancer through the highest echelons of Hellion society, but one which threatens the very stability of Satan’s rule.

As you can imagine, Grim’s response is bloody, brutal, and despicably wicked.

Hell Bound – In hell, everyone can hear you scream…



Lost in shadow, I surveyed my surroundings and took my time to ensure the area was deserted. The squall outside fell in stinging gusts, creating a tympanic frenzy of contending melodies. I paused for a moment to savor the erratic beat of rain against metal, glass, and corrugated roofing. Only with the greatest effort could I break free from its hypnotic discord to concentrate on the task at hand.

This didn’t take long, for I’d chosen my location well. It was past midnight, and my position at the top of the stairwell afforded me a commanding view of the parking lot outside. Apart from a sole discarded coffee cup tumbling its way along a line of stationary vehicles like a demented gymnast, I was completely alone and invisible to the detritus of humanity sleeping fitfully beneath makeshift shelters throughout the different levels of the garage.

The scant security lighting that still worked did little to illuminate the area. If anything, each lamp created a swathe of gloom that I would use to my advantage, for my assignment here would end shortly: it was almost time to go home.

At last.

Just the thought of getting back sent a twinge of pleasure tingling along my spine. While my work afforded me a degree of freedom enjoyed by no one else, I always felt fatigued the longer I stayed away. And a week was simply too long.

Still, it’s been a good harvest. Not only was I able to sort out a major problem for the Boss, but the latest candidates should go a long way toward calming his frustrations.

A faint echo portending ravenous hunger intruded at the edge of my astral perceptions. Adjusting my awareness, I sensed my quarry coming closer. Forewarned, I used the opportunity to mentally review his rap-sheet.

Jesus Toledo Perez. Born 1980, in New Mexico, to Alberto Toledo and Christina Perez. A fraternal twin introduced to his true vocation at the tender age of just five years, when he smothered his sibling, Alana, in her sleep following an infantile spat. Authorities weren’t able to pin anything on him at the time, and how would they? An innocent child, rolling over in the night to cuddle his sister as they slept? Little did the Toledo family appreciate the monster born into their midst that day.

But we did, and that act had drawn him to our attention. For as little Jesus grew up, his crimes progressed from random acts of asphyxiation as a child to the more opportunistic, premeditated, hormone-driven angst of a teenager. By the time he graduated, Jesus had strangled, drowned, and pushed seven people to their deaths.

Hmm. Judging from what it says here, he always acted as if he was daring the authorities to catch him. Just what we want. A cold, calculating killer with a God complex.

I watched him from my place of concealment as he edged his way out onto the top tier from the opposite side of the level. Hiding beneath an oversized golf umbrella, and dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and raincoat, he looked every bit the highflyer currently establishing himself as a philanthropist and charity worker among the city’s homeless.

The perfect cover.

Or so he thinks.

I noticed he was carrying a plastic bag. Despite the wind, I could hear the contents clunking as he moved.

Aha! Going with the poisoned hooch option tonight, are we?

I suppressed a snort at the poignancy of the situation.

I’ve got a real-life Jesus of suburbia right in front of me, but the only salvation he’ll be bringing one of the poor and lowly tonight is a release from the suffering of their miserable lives.

Time to intercede.

Like a wraith, I detached myself from the gloom and stepped out into the night. Within moments, the rain had soaked my hair and beaded my trench coat and sunglasses in a chainmail of translucent pearls. Gliding silently between parked vehicles, the only sign of my advance came from the momentary dimming of the overhead lights as I passed.

I neared my target, and noticed Jesus had stooped low over a congregation of cardboard boxes between two large trucks. The soft chink of glass scraping on concrete signaled his preparations, and in moments several bottles stood on the floor before him.

“There you go,” he crooned, “this’ll help keep you warm on a night like this.”

Several pairs of grubby hands snaked out from darkened alcoves. Grasping at the unexpected gifts they fought among themselves, frantic for any solace that might ease the drudgery of their existence, if only for a little while.

A cap popped, and necks craned as bottles were lifted toward eager lips.

Oh no you don’t!

I swept forward and slapped one of the bottles away from desperate fingers. Full of liquid, it bounced once before exploding in a shower of liquid-crystal splinters.

Jesus spun to face whoever had intervened in his machinations. His look of anger blanched into one of fear as his gaze met mine.

I couldn’t blame him. Despite the glasses, I’d always had that effect on people.

Dressed from head to toe in black, and coming in at over six feet tall, I exuded an air of menace and barely suppressed aggression.

Without taking my eyes from him, I grabbed Jesus by the collar, lifted him off the floor, and addressed the bums now cowering inside their rain-sodden caves. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you value your existence I strongly suggest you stay where you are for the next few minutes. Enjoy your beverages, and the fact that each of you will now live to see the dawning of a brand new day.”

As I concluded my sentence, I flexed, and sent Jesus sailing through the downpour behind me. Only then did I pause to regard the occupants within their shelters.

Nervous, owl-like expressions stared back.

Holding their attention, I nodded once to reinforce my point, then turned on my heels and stalked toward my mark.

Jesus hit the deck with a tooth-jarring thud, and the air whooshed from his lungs. He rolled onto his side, groaning and coughing up blood. Shaking the moisture from his rain-sodden brow, he attempted to push himself up on his hands and knees.

I slowed my advance and unfastened the buttons of my coat. With infinite care, I pulled my left-hand glove off by its fingertips.

A gust of wind brought the coffee cup careening our way.

Tap, tap! Splat! Tappiddy-splat, tap, tap!

Mesmerized, we both stopped to watch as it scudded past and commenced dancing around us in circles. Jesus used the interlude to stagger to his feet. Swaying, he forced down a ragged breath and threw me a dirty look.

Idiot! You’re just making your last moments on Earth all the more unpleasant.

I surged forward, balled my right fist and punched him in the face. His nose shattered with a satisfying crunch. Spinning head over heels, Jesus spiraled away from me, smashed through the doorway, and landed in a heap at the top of the stairwell. I was on him in seconds, but allowed him the courtesy of regaining his wits before I continued.

Jesus struggled to regain his focus. Blinking furiously, he clutched his face and peered up through tear-laden eyes. Although unsteady, I hadn’t quite knocked the stuffing out of him. “Who the fuck are you?” he hissed. “What do you want?”

Sweeping the vent of my coat to one side, I exposed my weapon for the briefest fraction of a second and removed an official-looking document sealed in blood-red wax from an inside pocket.

He caught sight of the hi-tech sickle and froze.

I cracked the seal, unfolded the scroll, and said, “Jesus Toledo Perez. Listen carefully. This is an official Hellegal Declaration. For your crimes against humanity, you have damned yourself, and your life is forfeit. I am authorized by His Satanic Majesty to reap your eternal soul. Sentence is to be carried out immediately. Are there any last words you’d like to say?”

“What?” he spluttered. “Are you kidding me? Are you seriously trying to make out you’re some kind of Grim Reaper?”

Why do they always say that?

“No, this isn’t a joke.” I stepped forward and held out my exposed hand, as if offering to help him stand. “We’ve been watching you ever since you murdered little Alana, all those years ago. Mind you, I’ve got to be honest. Even then, you didn’t stand condemned, childhood naivety and all that. However, because of your course of action since then —” I shrugged, my left hand still proffered. “Well, that’s a whole new ball game.”

I smiled like I was his new best friend.

That did the trick. Reaching out, Jesus accepted my offer.

As we made contact, the letters etched across the parchment glowed white hot. Jesus gasped and his eyes widened in shock. Then the writ itself burst into flames. At that exact moment, he stiffened, as if impaled on a spike of unimaginable agony. All tension drained from his body, and Jesus folded silently onto the floor.

“Another fool successfully bound for hell,” I mumbled. “Speaking of which . . .”

I glanced back out across the parking lot, and checked to ensure my activities had remained unobserved.


Satisfied, I leaned over the internal rails and stared down into the darkness of the sub-basement.

Excellent. Nice and clean, just the way I like it.

The tempo of the rain drumming against the roof increased, as if bidding me a fond farewell.

Time to go.

I removed my other glove to ensure both hands were free, then slid my scythe from its sheath. Depressing the center gem adorning the handle, I listened as a faint whine confirmed a build-up of power. A tingling sensation crawled across my skin. Gripping the staff firmly, I channeled my energy along its length and slammed the butt into the ground.

“Dorash! Mi dreósgadh ânise!” I intoned in ancient Hellanese. (Portal! Open to me now.)

The floor sagged and fell away, as if a sinkhole had opened beneath it. Moments later, a swirling vortex created a void between dimensions. Tongues of lightning played along the edges of a boiling corona. Stabbing out, they probed the walls and railings in a sizzling discharge that sent sparks dancing along my clothes and across the surface of my skin. A stiff breeze erupted in response to the sudden vacuum. Redolent with sulfur and charred flesh, it put me immediately at ease.

With a final glance at the body of the late, not so great, Jesus Toledo Perez, I jumped into the jaws of doom. Engulfed within a maelstrom of kaleidoscopic contradictions, I felt as if I were floating on air before the heady rush of an insane descent swept me away.

Eternity became encapsulated within an instant, and before I knew it I’d slammed into an entirely different type of ground; I felt my spirit resonate to a familiar vibe.

I inhaled the sweet fragrance of home.

Tappiddy-tap, tap, plop!

Eh? I glanced down.

The coffee cup obviously liked my company; it had decided to string along on my descent into hell.

Well, look at that! It got sucked into the vortex along with me.

I determined that perhaps it would be nice to keep this little memento of my latest trip topside. I stooped toward it, but the polystyrene had already blackened, bubbled, and begun to melt.

Bugger! I sighed. Ah well, this place isn’t for everyone.

About Andrew P. Weston

Andrew P. Weston is Royal Marine and Police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international number one bestseller, The IX, and also has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with one of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for and Amazing Stories.


Posted by on November 6, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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INTERVIEW with Cathy Skendrovich author of PRISONER OF LOVE

Hi readers! We are in for a big treat today :) Please help me welcome my Entangled Publishing sister Cathy Skendrovich. She’s taken the hot seat and I’ve asked her some questions about herself and her latest release PRISONER OF LOVE! I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her better and learning more about her book.

As you know, I’m a total cover junkie and Cathy has a fabulous cover!!!

Let’s get started!

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Tell us something you love, something you hate, and something you fear.

I love my family. I hate cauliflower. And I fear getting locked in a bathroom stall. Seriously.

I can understand that fear :) What’s the last thing you cooked?

Turkey breast with all the fixings (I’m practicing for Thanksgiving :))

My fave holiday! What’s your favorite holiday and why?

Christmas, because I love decorating for it, and shopping, and even, to a lesser degree, cooking for it. I love to see if I pleased people with their gifts. Also, because here in southern California, it’s a cooler temperature at Christmas.

Describe your writing space.

That’s a funny question, because I don’t have a designated space! My two college age sons are still at home, and my 93-year-old dad lives with us, so our four-bedroom-house is packed. I own a laptop, and a rolling laptop stand. I type most often in the family room when no one is around. If I can, I will go into my sons’ rooms while they are at school or work and create at their desks. My last resort is stretching out on my bed to write. But you know how long that lasts before I get sleepy!

I have an office, but write in my living room because it has so many windows and sunlight! Tell us your favorite part about the writing process.

My favorite part is coming up with the idea/plot. I love the zing I get when I see something and a story idea pops into my head. It’s a real rush when that happens.

I love choosing character names. How did you go about choosing the names for your hero and heroine?

Unfortunately, I have no real ritual. I try to choose ordinary names that are easy to say and don’t all begin with the same letter. I remember years ago reading a book that had three characters whose names all began with the letter M. Talk about confusing! I was forever mixing them up in my head. So that is why I choose common names. With Jake Dalton, in my head he looked like a Jake. It just felt right. For Dalton, I chose the name from the name of a road in the TV show “Ice Road Truckers,” believe it or not. I put the two names together and they just clicked. And with Lucy, I wanted an old-fashioned name, a sturdy name, like her character. Lucy filled those requirements for me.

Love that! If you could tweet a favorite line from your book, what would it be? Yep, that’s right, you only get 140 characters. :)

He put her cell phone in his front jumpsuit pocket. “Feel free to go fish for it. Just be aware of what else you might come up with.”

That’s a great tweet! Describe your hero in five words.

Sexy, irreverent, inventive, shrewd, tough

Now your heroine.

Curvy, serious, analytical, sensitive, orderly

Why do you write the genre you do?

I have loved romance since I started reading, I think. Even when I read mysteries or suspense, I always want a sideline of romance between characters. The same when I write. I love to explore the way people meet and come together. Even if there is a murder or a mystery, there always needs to be that spark of awareness between two people.

Do you have a writing ritual—as in do you have to have a certain drink, light a candle, play music, wear a lucky pair of socks?

I write first thing in the morning, while everyone is at work, or still in their rooms. I make hot tea, feed the dog, and then sit down to write. If I don’t get side-tracked by social media!

What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?

Realism. Although romantic suspense readers like to be transported into a dangerous but still romantic plot, they aren’t looking for a fairytale. Prisoner of Love delivers the romance, yet the characters are down-to-earth people that you could meet in real life. For example, Lucy is not a goddess. She wears glasses and is ten pounds overweight. Women can relate to her instead of another perfect “Barbie” character.  Also, a cop as an escaped con who kidnaps an innocent bystander; the setup alone shows readers the hero isn’t going to be that perfect “Godlike” man (which makes the book more realistic)

Can you share a sneak peek into what you’re working on now?

I am writing a contemporary romance at the moment. “Meet Sydney Hughes. She tends bar in her dad’s neighborhood pub since her mom died a few years ago. Though she has a degree in hotel management, she enjoys helping her father out with his business. Her infectious smile, sense of humor, and lively showmanship pack the bar every weekend.

Enter Alexios Verga, co-CEO of The Midas Touch, the latest hotel and casino to crowd onto the Las Vegas Strip. Alexios is responsible for the casino and entertainment. Which are not doing particularly well, since he prefers to frequent the Strip’s lounges with his latest hottie instead of manage the business. Until Daddy lowers the boom: raise the hotel’s bar revenues or start taking orders from his younger brother.

The first time Alexios enters Jimmy’s Bar he is fascinated with Sydney’s ability to take drink orders, schmooze with the patrons, and entertain using flamboyant moves more in keeping with a magician than a bartender, as well as her fresh, girl-next-door looks and personality. But when he makes her a lucrative job offer, she flatly turns him down, unimpressed by his good looks or his credentials. Unused to rejection, he goes around her back.

Now that Sydney reluctantly works for Alexios, she’s even more the ice queen where he’s concerned. And he finds himself obsessed with the sexy bartender, thinking of her morning, noon, and night. Is Alexios capable of changing his playboy ways, and winning Sydney’s trust? Or will this be his last call?”

Sounds awesome and I love your hero’s name!



My favorite number is __7_______

I’ve always wished I could __own a Jaguar F-Type Coupe_________

If I could travel anywhere in the world, I’d pack up and head to ___Vienna_______

The most daring thing I’ve done is hike up to Multnomah Falls and stand on the bridge while the water cascades around you. Awesome!___________

My kitchen is _small but very user-friendly____________

The last book I read was __True Deceptions by Veronica Forand________



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Excerpt from Prisoner of Love

The whoosh of the passenger door flying open snapped her eyes wide. A blurred orange figure blocked the daylight and threw himself into the passenger seat, roaring in a gravelly male voice, “Get the car moving now! And don’t even think about jumping.” He brandished a rusty file that had a nasty pointed end like a knife. “Do it!”

Lucy screamed. Just opened her mouth and let it rip, all the startled, adrenaline-rushing fear boiling up from her stomach like lava. The sound didn’t faze the man beyond a widening of his wild, brown eyes. He grabbed the front of her black Hello Kitty sweatshirt and hauled her close, nose to nose. “Shut the hell up right now and do what I said.” He stared into her face for several tense seconds. At last he shoved her away from him.

While Lucy cowered in the driver’s seat, he kicked his left leg over the console and pounded on the gas pedal with his heavy foot. The car revved, yet remained unmoving, still in park.

“Damn it all to hell,” he snarled.

His attention shot to the gear shift knob, and Lucy recognized the moment for what it was: her one and only chance to escape. Gathering the scattered shreds of courage within her quaking body, she slipped her fingers over the door handle, sucked in bolstering oxygen, and wrenched open the door, flinging herself into precious freedom—

Only to be snapped back into the confines of the ancient Honda like a Bungee jumper on a too-short cord. She hadn’t unfastened her seat belt.

She turned toward the intruder. Her eyes collided with his and she saw her reflection in their shadowy depths. He shook his head slowly at her.

“That was stupid.”


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Posted by on October 29, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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RELEASE DAY BLAST ~ Nowhere to Hide by Lindsay McKenna ~ $100 GIVEAWAY

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Lindsay McKenna
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
Blue Turtle Publishing


Lia Cassidy left the Army scarred physically and emotionally after a vicious attack by two fellow soldiers. She turns to helping others, working at a Delos Home School Charity in Costa Rica that provides schooling for children. But when the deadly drug lord, La Arana, attacks the school, Lia finds herself on the run for her life. The only person she can trust is the ex-SEAL sent to protect her.
Cav Jordan is strong, honorable and gorgeous…and intrigued by Lia. He knows she has suffered pain in her past, and he is determined to break through her barriers and earn her trust. But as Cav slowly chips away at the walls Lia has built, ghosts from her past threaten to destroy
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Lindsay McKenna lives her life as a risk taker, and it shines through the books she loves to write: romance, adventure and suspense. She started writing at age thirteen and continues to hone her writing skills to this day. She sold her first romance novel in 1981. The rest is history.
Because she went into the military, this experience became the backbone of her writing—she is credited with writing the first military romance novel (Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special  Edition) and has created a thriving sub-genre within the romance field! As a New York Times Best Selling author, she has sold 23 million books and in 32 foreign languages in her career thus far. Her many experiences in the U.S. Navy
are backdrop for her understanding of the military in general, and also her very successful Morgan’s Mercenaries, which is an ongoing series in Silhouette to this day! Forty-five books strong!
Lindsay has gone Indie in 2015 and has created a new family saga on par with Morgan’s Mercenaries It is known as the DELOS SERIES. There will be paperback and eBooks created under Blue Turtle Publishing, her company for her fans. Readers who love Morgan and his family
are bound to fall in love with the Culver family. Delos is romantic suspense, which Lindsay is well known for. It took her five years to create and bring DELOS to her readers. It was worth the wait, but we’ll let you decide that.


Lindsay loves to hear from her readers and loves to know what they’d like to see her write next. Stay up with the latest on the Delos Series here. Please visit her Web site at And be sure to sign up for her free quarterly newsletter. It contains exclusive content found nowhere else on the Net. Plus, giveaways and other surprises, to her loyal and faithful subscribers!
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Posted by on October 13, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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What to Read Wednesday with Jamie K Schmidt author of Truth Kills ~ GIVEAWAY

I love Wednesdays because it means What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Jamie K Schmidt to the blog. I think you’ll enjoy her guest post and learning more about her latest release Truth Kills. I already want to get to know her heroine better just by what she shared :)

Afterward check out all her giveaways and don’t forget to comment and click on the link to enter :)

Take it away Jamie…


College Problems


Jamie K. Schmidt

Phoebe Jones, my heroine in Truth Kills—the first book in the Truth or Lies series, is a freshman in college.  She is an orphan who was aged out of the system, but granted one year of her dream college by a mysterious donor known as the Benefactrix.  She wants to become a journalist, so the first thing she does is join the college newspaper, The Sentinel.  This was her first article:

The Freshman Fifteen is what the average weight gain a freshman can expect to gain in their first year of college.  Here are five tips to keep that from happening to you:

  1. Water, water, everywhere!  Keep a filled bottle of water with you at all times.  Most of the time when you feel hungry, you’re actually thirsty.  Drink a bottle of water before every meal.
  2. Snack healthy, and cheaply! Popcorn kernels are about $5 for a silo. That will last you all year.  If you can’t snag the air popper from your parents, you can make your own with a brown sandwich bag.  Put in a ¼ cup of kernels and a tsp of olive oil.  Fold down the bag and shake.  Put it in the microwave until all the kernels top popping.
  3. Limit pizza to once a week. I know.  I know.  This is a tough one.
  4. Eat six small meals instead of three big ones to cut down on snacking. Make sure you have a serving of fruit and vegetable with every meal
  5. Take a half hour walk around campus every day. In addition to hauling your books all over the place getting to and from classes, the extra exercise should keep those fifteen lbs. far away.

Her editor thought it was a little tame. He marked it up and told her to spice it up a bit.  She was writing for a college audience not Woman’s Day.  Here’s what actually got published in the paper:

How to Still Fit Into Your Jeans After Freshman Year

  1. Drink light beer, it’s mostly water. Get the low carb option, if available to stop bloat. If you don’t have a fake ID or don’t want to drink, grab lemon slices and sweet and low packets from the cafeteria and make your own lemonade and drink that instead of soda.
  2. If you spend all your money at the mall on fun things, there won’t be any left for snacks.
  3. Order a veggie pizza.
  4. Eat at the dining hall for all your meals. You’ll wind up existing on shredded carrot salads because that’s the only thing you recognize.
  5. Sex burns lots of calories. Have at it.  Just be safe.  Use a condom.

Phoebe goes on to write a Freshman’s Guide to Sex column and asks her faculty advisor to help her out with the fun parts.


Tell me what advice you would give to a incoming college Freshman.

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Truth & Lies #1
Jamie K. Schmidt
Released Sept 30th, 2015
Truth & Lies Series
Aged out of the system and
battle worn from unsuccessful foster care, four women on the cusp of adulthood
find passion and their paths in life through the help of an anonymous fairy
godmother type who calls herself the Benefactrix. 
Truth Kills: Book One
A healing and emotionally fragile girl unknowing falls for the nephew of the man who killed her family.
College freshmen, Phoebe’s new lover is sexy, creative and willing to let her act out all her dirty fantasies. Unfortunately, Keith’s not telling her the truth about who he really is and the secret past that binds them together. When his Uncle breaks out of prison to search for the “girl who got away,” Keith risks losing the best thing in his life by admitting to Phoebe that his Uncle killed her parents.
Phoebe Jones lost her family during a home invasion when she was only thirteen. She’s the only one of the four girls who remembers a loving family. The Benefactrix has given her a full boat scholarship to the local college, where Phoebe meets a graduate student who wants to do a story about her family. But Keith Parker isn’t without his own demons. His Uncle, now on death row, was one of the men who broke into Phoebe’s house eight years ago. What started out as a project for understanding and healing is complicated when Phoebe & Keith act on the
explosive desire between them.
Phoebe craves to be in control sexually and Keith is more than willing to let her have her way with him. What started out as a hot fling rapidly becomes something deeper. Keith knows he’ll lose her if he reveals who he really is, but the lie has taken on a life of its own and threatens to destroy not only their relationship but Phoebe’s fragile self confidence and freshly won self esteem.

Turning back around, she stood up on her tiptoes until she thought she saw the back of Larissa’s head.  Larissa had been a door stop baby, dropped off at a hospital.  She never knew her family.  She didn’t even come with a note pinned to her blanket.  Larissa had been Phoebe’s first friend at the home.  She loved hearing about Phoebe’s parents and the little details of a “normal” life.  For some reason Meatless Monday and Taco Tuesday were the best things Larissa ever heard of and would never get tired of hearing Phoebe talk about how it used to be.

Kelly, Maryanne, and Larissa. That was the sum total of the people who would cheer for her when she walked up on the rickety stage to accept her diploma from Principal Barnes.  And at the ripe old age of eighteen, Phoebe was about to be aged out of the system and those people would be lost to her as well.


She was not going to cry.  If she started, she wouldn’t stop and that would ruin the ceremony for her friends.

“Just another day,” Kelly murmured.

Phoebe nodded and pulled herself together.  Nothing new here.  She forced her chin up and willed this endless ceremony to end. It wasn’t as if they would never see each other again. None of them had any money to go very far, except maybe Kelly.  Her boyfriend Chad was loaded and liked giving her expensive treats.  He was taking her away on vacation tomorrow to Belize to celebrate.  But that was only for a week because Kelly had a job to get back to at the camera shop.  She’d been working there since she was sixteen.  It didn’t pay anything, but she was able to work on her own projects in between transferring people’s pictures from film to digital.

After Kelly got back from Belize, Phoebe and the other girls would start their transition into adult housing, leaving the group home that had housed them since they were ten-years-old.

Graduation was supposed to be a day of hope and of new beginnings.  She should have been looking forward to a fun summer and then off to college in the fall, somewhere far away from Connecticut and the memories.  Except her grades hadn’t been that good.  So she’d take night classes at her safety school, and maybe next year get accepted into one of the larger universities.  Paying for that would be another thing to worry about.  Just not today.

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USA Today Bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt is a hybrid author who has over thirty short stories published in small press and ezines, and a variety of novellas and books online. Her Club Inferno series from Random House has been in Amazon’s top 100 ebooks sold and Barnes and Noble’s top 10. She has a dragon paranormal romance series at Entangled Publishing. Book one of the Emerging Queens series is The Queen’s Wings.
Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English, which is a fancy way of saying she went to college to teach high school English. When that didn’t pan out, she worked as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major conglomerate company. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA). When not writing, Jamie relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry.

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INTERVIEW with Dixie Lee Brown author of Rescued by the Ranger ~ GIVEAWAY

Please help me welcome author Dixie Lee Brown to the blog today :) Dixie is sitting  in the hot seat getting ready to answer a few questions os that we can all get to know her a little better. We’re also going to get some first hand tidbits on her release RESCUED BY THE RANGER!

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her giveaway :)

Let’s get started!

Thanks so much for inviting me to be on your blog today. I’ll get right to your questions.

Awesome. I’m so glad to have you here Dixie! Tell us one thing you love, one thing you fear, and one thing you wish.

Love: I love my dogs. I have a Maltese named Kaycee and a Maltese-cross named Reba. They are amazing!

Fear: If I can only name one thing, I’ll have to say snakes! Awful! As a kid, I had nightmares about snakes.

Wish: My wish would be that there wasn’t so much hate in the world.

Love your answers. What’s the last thing you cooked?

Bacon, eggs, and French toast. I love breakfast!

What’s your favorite holiday and why?

I’m a big fan of summer, so when Memorial Day rolls around, I get excited. Summer is on its way along with all the activities that people do: camping, fishing, hiking, gardening. The list goes on and on.

What’s under your bed?

Besides the dust bunnies? I have four of those thin plastic containers filled with off-season clothes and old purses. I think it’s written somewhere that you’re not allowed to get rid of old purses, right?

At what point in your life did you decide that being an author was no longer going to be a dream but an ambition you were going to turn into a reality? :)

About five years ago, I read the Twilight saga. I was so caught up in the story and the characters, I didn’t want it to end. For months afterward I couldn’t shake the feeling of being in that alternate world. I’d always wanted to write, but now I wanted to write a story that would draw people in and make them want to stay. So I went for it, and with each story I get a little closer to my goal.

Describe your writing space.

A recliner in the living room, my laptop on my lap, and one of my dogs sleeping on the leg rest. It’s not as convenient or comfortable as I’d like, but I’ve tried a desk with an adjustable chair and other more traditional arrangements, and none seem to work for me.

What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?

My readers have come to expect page-turning action in my books. My editor never lets me forget it either!

Which scene in this book was your favorite to write and why?

While writing this book, I felt such a connection between the hero, Garrett, and his brother Luke. I don’t want to give away any spoilers here, so this answer will be purposely vague. At one point, Garrett is captured and left to die. When Luke finds him, he refuses to leave even though staying puts his life in danger as well. The scene between them is very heartwarming, touching, and made up of moments that only brothers could share.

What would YOU like your readers to know about your books or you in general?

All of my books so far honor the military hero. Everyday men and women whose lives have been changed by their unselfish service to our country. No “thank you” could ever be enough. I write about them because of my deep admiration and high regard for what they do. My heroes aren’t “bad boys”. I like to think of them as good guys with bad-boy skills and human foibles. If you share my appreciation, you’ll enjoy RESCUED BY THE RANGER.

Will you share the first sentence in your book?

A faint whine from the shotgun seat jerked Garrett’s attention back to the narrow road hugging the side of a steep mountain in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere, Idaho.

Would you give us a little peek into what you’re working on next?

I’m currently working on another romantic suspense, a sequel to RESCUED BY THE RANGER, which brings Garrett’s brother Luke (a Navy SEAL) home from an Afghan POW camp. He’s hoping it’s not too late to make things right between him and Sally Duncan, the sexy brunette he met before he deployed. But the aftermath of his captivity and the fact that he rejected her in the hospital when he returned to the states aren’t the only obstacles in their way. Sally has secrets of her own. Hers could get them killed.

RANDOM FUN: Finish this sentence.

My toothbrush is well-used and a little ragged around the edges.

When I’m alone in the car I’m usually “writing” my next scene in my head.

My favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough.

When I was a child I dreamed about growing up to be a singer. (No, I can’t carry a tune in a wash bucket!)

The most fun I had this summer was a recent girl’s trip to the beach with two wonderful friends.

If I could live my life in any television series, I’d choose to live in Hot in Cleveland. (This was hard! I don’t watch much TV.)

That was fun! Again, thanks for having me. Maybe some of your readers would leave comments and tell me which television series they’d want to live in!


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Protecting those in trouble is what Army Ranger Garrett Harding does best. But after helping a feisty redhead toss a couple of losers from her Idaho bar, the woman is anything but grateful for his assistance—in fact, she seems to know him. Worse, she almost certainly hates him.

The only thing Rachel Maguire wants is to send this smart-mouthed, muscled military man packing. She knows Garrett has his own reasons for staying, so when he offers Rachel a deal—two days to prove his worth or he leaves—she reluctantly agrees. Despite wanting to loathe him, Rachel finds herself drawn to his quiet confidence…and the way he fills out a t-shirt.

But when Rachel receives a phone call from the past, everything changes. The stalker who destroyed her life ten years ago is closing in once more. Refusing to put anyone else in harm’s way, Rachel hits the road hoping to lure danger away from those she loves. But Garrett won’t leave this sexy spitfire to face her stalker alone. He’ll do anything to protect her. Even if it means risking his life—and his heart.



A wave of anger hit Garrett hard as he watched the red-haired woman school her expression into patient nonchalance, yet she couldn’t hide the fury that burned in those green eyes. Garrett, taking his cue from her, forced a smile and shifted his weight to one of the barstools. “Huh! They just left the place unlocked?” He stared directly at the kid. “Seems reckless. Any slimy piece of riffraff could wander in and sit himself down.” A faint smile crossed quickly over Rachel’s face, but apparently the idiot beside her was too stupid to take offense. Garrett would have to try harder.

The kid leaned back in his chair, and a black scowl twisted his features. “I won’t be tellin’ ya again to clear out. A fella stickin’ his nose in around these parts is askin’ for a beatin’ . . . or worse.”

Garrett’s gaze shifted to Rachel as she slowly lifted her eyes to his. She studied him curiously for a second before the slimeball squeezed her hand cruelly and she bit her lip, muffling a small sound. The tautness of her body and the determined set of her jaw telegraphed her intention ahead of her movement, and Garrett started toward them seconds before she jumped to her feet, sending her chair flying backward. Rachel fisted her right hand and flung a haymaker at the punk’s nose. Obviously quicker than he looked, the kid saw it coming and easily caught her wrist, yanking her arm behind her back. With one foot, he pulled the closest chair into position and forced her to sit, then turned to face Garrett with a make-my-day smirk on his face. Clearly enjoying himself now, he twisted Rachel’s arm higher, bending her over the table, and a cry escaped her this time. “As I was sayin’, it’s time for you to go.”

Garrett held his ground. The woman’s eyes still flashed with fire, but fear seemed noticeably absent, if the instinct to knock the kid on his ass was any indication. Maybe they were a couple and this was their idea of Saturday-afternoon foreplay. Damn. He hated getting involved in family matters, but he’d never been able to abide violence against women.

A deep breath later, he’d committed himself to what was likely to follow. “Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll hang around for a while. Unless you want to let this pretty little bartender here sell me a drink.”

The guy took a step toward the edge of the table, still grasping Rachel’s wrist. “Hey! You hard of hearin’ or somethin’? You’ve got two seconds to git back on the road or I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Garrett laughed, then let his forced humor fade as he squared his stance. “You can try if you want.”

The guy roared like a wounded rhinoceros, released the woman’s wrist, and lurched around the table toward Garrett. Rachel didn’t waste a second. She darted away from the table, vaulted over the top of the bar, and dropped out of sight on the other side.

Garrett braced for the lunatic’s clumsy attack, but with three strides still separating them, he heard the distinctive sound of a Winchester lever-action rifle. The charging bull in front of him obviously recognized the sound as well.

He skidded to a stop and threw his hands in the air. “Now, Rachel, baby. You don’t wanna do that.”

“I sure as hell do, you sorry excuse for a single-celled amoeba. I told you if you ever laid a hand on me, I’d kill you, and I meant it.” Rachel’s voice was silky smooth and hard-edged.

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DIXIE LEE BROWN lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by what she believes is the most gorgeous scenery anywhere. She resides with two dogs and a cat, who make sure she never takes herself too seriously. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, movies, and trips to the beach.



Posted by on September 22, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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INTERVIEW with author MJ Schiller author of Blackout

Please help me welcome friend and fellow author MJ Schiller to the blog today! She agreed to take the hot seat and answer a few questions so we can all get to know her a little better and she’s also sharing some info on her latest release BLACKOUT! I love the cover…and of course her teasers are incredible. I think you’ll enjoy our chat and checking out her latest release :)

Let’s get started…

Describe yourself in 3 sentences.

I am a mother to a twenty-year-old, and eighteen-year-old triplets who just started as freshman at the University of Missouri-Columbia, my alma mater. I enjoy writing romance and romantic suspense. Make-believe rocks! I like to read, karaoke, and attend concerts.

Make believe does rock! And congrats on the kids starting freshman year…what an achievement! When it comes to peanut butter, do you prefer creamy or crunchy?

Ahh…depends. Smooth for a sandwich (doesn’t tear up the bread), crunchy for everything else.

I wish I liked crunchy, but I’m a smooth girl all the way :) What’s the one thing you eat that makes your family cringe?

Chicken quesadillas and protein cakes. Quesadillas because it is my go-to meal when we are out to eat and it drives my  kids crazy that I always order the same thing. Protein cakes for a similar reason. I eat one every day.

lol…Love it! Tell us your favorite part of the writing process.

I actually enjoy almost all of the parts of being a writer, but my favorite would have to be getting that rough draft down on paper, because that’s when the creativity is at its height.

Very true! I love choosing character names. Tell us how you came up with your character’s names in BLACKOUT.

The three main characters are Faith Roberson, Eli Batonis, and Max Theobald III. A long time ago I made a list of girls’ names I liked and Faith was on it. Roberson is actually the last name of my daughter’s friend. Several years ago my lunch lady friends and I drew up a list of “sexy guy names.” You know, the ones that almost always seem to be attached to a sexy guy. Eli was on there. Max just seemed to fit the character’s personality. He’s a charmer, funny, sexy, from a wealthy family, but pretty down-to-earth. Couldn’t picture them with any other names!

Thanks for sharing. I love behind the scenes stories like that! Tell us about your book in a tweet…that’s right, you have 140 characters!

Max-the consummate ladies man. Eli-haunted by his past. Hope-the woman who loves them both. Eli vs. Max. Wish it were a title fight.

Nicely done. Describe your writing space.

Right now my writing space is the corner of the couch closest to the outlet. But my husband and I recently became empty-nesters and before the boys even left I had Recycling for Families come and pick up their bed frames because their room is going to be MY OFFICE! That’s right, no more mail littering the coffee table, no books stacked on the floor. Instead of a box full of wires and plugs, we’ll have them stowed away in a drawer. It will have soothing gray walls and a big, black, L-shaped desk. Already have the paint chips! ;)

Fun times! Congrats on your new office. Do you prefer to write in the morning, afternoon, night, or are you one of those lucky authors who can write whenever and wherever?

When I had newborn triplets and a two-year-old, I learned pretty quickly that I had to seize those little 5-15 minutes of the day not assigned to some chore. I used those niches in the day  to do something for me, which was write!

What’s the one scene from BLACKOUT that stands out in your mind as being your favorite to write?

There is a scene when Max and Eli get into fisticuffs and then are found bruised, bloody, and laughing on the floor by an irate Faith. Love that scene!

When did you first know that you wanted to go the extra distance and become an author?

When I turned forty I decided “that book I was going to write someday” needed to be written! I sat down and wrote twelve books. (Not in one sitting!) Then I decided I needed to do something with them and started pursuing publishing.

Great story. Love it! Why should we read BLACKOUT?

Because it is a story about love, making mistakes, pain, forgiveness, and self-sacrifice. It’s sexy and it’s funny—it has some dark spots, too. And the ending really felt right.

Out of all your books, which one character resonates with you the most?

Well this is kind of hysterical, because he is as unlike me as he can be, but Chad Evans from TRAPPED UNDER ICE, the first book in my ROCKING ROMANCE COLLECTION. Chad has issues. He carries around a lot of pain and anger from his childhood. But he’s also the sweetest guy. He needed just the right woman to unlock that wonderful side of him.

Care to give us a sneak peek into what you’re working on next?

Due out any day is the final installment in my scifi romance series the ROMANTIC KNIGHTS TRILOGY. It’s titled A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER. The series contains two storylines. The romance between Darius and Maggie, and how Orion’s feels about it. And then there’s the suspense element. Someone is killing off the members of the Grand Council—and a few of our favorite peeps are on their hit list!


When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be _I didn’t want to grow up. Still don’t. WAAAAY overrated!

My eyes are _one is blue, one is green.

When I write I always have funny expressions on my face. That is, according to my kids.

I prefer to not work, and yet I’m forced to.

Thanks for having me! It’s been fun!

LOL…I loved your answers to the random questions. Thank you so much for visiting me on the blog MJ. I enjoyed getting to know you better and learning about your latest release :)


Blurb ~

Max. The consummate ladies’ man.

He’s good looking, but not an absolute knockout. With Max’s charm though, he could have any woman he wants. Once he meets Faith, he doesn’t want anyone else.


Eli. He is a knockout.

But a dark past shadows him and holds him captive. Drinking dulls the pain, but meeting Faith makes him want to change all that.


Faith. She loves them both.

When a blackout brings her together with Eli, she’s happier than she’s ever been before. When another blackout tears them apart, Max is there to pick up the pieces. But can she forget the man who first made her whole?

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Excerpt ~



He was there. I remember it all—the crowded street, Max holding the car door open, a bus passing by—and then he was just there, looking…as good as ever somehow, but not looking the same. I froze and everything faded away—the honking, Max’s laughter, the tires on the road, the sounds of construction. As if God pressed His giant mute button. And Eli stood there, peering at me from across the street, and I couldn’t breathe.

Instead of his khaki green flak jacket he wore a navy, cotton jacket, unzipped. The wind tugged on the ends of it as he glanced around. His hair was shorter, but it was definitely him, hands shoved into the pockets of tan Dockers, (Eli, in Dockers?). He leaned a little against a light post, his feet crossed in front of him. When his gaze landed on me, he straightened. A bicyclist passed in front of him, a bullet of color. My mouth froze in mid-smile and my throat suddenly ached.

And then, like some cosmic explosion, everything came speeding back into place.

“Babe?” Max turned and glanced across the street, but he didn’t seem to see Eli. How, I don’t know. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. Nothing,” I finally spat out, looking up into his warm, brown eyes.

“Well, are you going to get in?” He gave me a teasing smile, his handsome face serene. Max’s sandy, red-brown hair was not as long as Eli’s had been, but long enough to show a hint of sexy curl. He wore his beard closely-cropped and carried himself with a confidence and style which was inherited from his successful parents.


“In the car, you nut.”

He bent and kissed me on the lips, a sweet, simple kiss, but I pulled away; suddenly it was all wrong. He didn’t notice. He was too happy. Too happy I finally said yes. I gazed back across the street and, even though he wasn’t near enough for me to see his eyes, I knew what they looked like. I knew by the way he turned and hurried away. And Eli’s pain was mirrored in my own.


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Bio ~

MJ is a lunch lady in the heart of Central Illinois. My gosh! Can you get more folksy than that? She met her husband at the University of Missouri-Columbia and now she has a twenty year old (how did that happen?) and eighteen year old triplets! She loves to read, karaoke (where she can pretend she is a rock star) and spends WAY too much time on Facebook. She grew up in St. Louis and still has family there.

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Posted by on September 17, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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BOOK BLAST ~ Love in the Vineyard by Pamela Aares ~ Giveaway

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From USA Today bestselling author Pamela Aares comes Love in the Vineyard, the seventh book in the Tavonesi family series featuring passion, mystery, and well-won love!

A one-night stand brought Natasha Raley the greatest gift of her life—her son. She wants to give him a better life than she had, but a gambling bet lands both of them in a homeless shelter. When the shelter director gives her a ticket to a masquerade ball, Natasha finds herself dancing with the most intriguing and mysterious man she’s ever met.

Adrian Tavonesi is creating a paradise on earth in Sonoma California, determined to be worthy of his vast fortune by making the world a better place. Convinced women only like him for his money and his status, he invents an anonymous relationship with the beautiful Natasha to create a dream world for both of them.

As passion flares into an all-consuming affair, the lies Adrian and Natasha have told each other threaten to ruin everything. Adrian is kind, generous, and sincere—Natasha knows he would be the ideal father for her son. But will her past and the devastating gamble she once made destroy her new world? Or will betting on the truth this time lead to the perfect, ever-lasting love?



Tasha was more beautiful than Adrian remembered.

And just as skittish.

Whatever she was hiding, the continued anonymity she was proposing suited him just fine. He liked the idea of being seen as an everyday man, just another guy living in Sonoma. And he liked a woman who could ask for what she wanted.

“I’ll play,” Adrian answered. “But just exactly what rules are you suggesting we follow?”

He had to admit her proposal added an edge of raciness to the day, an edge of challenge and the allure of fantasy. Maybe she wasn’t afraid, as he’d first thought she was. And maybe, like him, she too wanted to be liked for who she was in this time. In this moment.

In Rome, almost everyone he ran into knew he was from one of the oldest Roman families. They knew his cousins and cousins of cousins. Knew of the vast Tavonesi wealth. When he first moved to the Bay Area with his father and siblings, he’d loved that they’d all had a degree of anonymity.

But now that he’d started to revamp the vineyard, in the Napa and Sonoma circles he traveled, he’d lost the privacy of those early days. His worth, his prospects, his heritage were on the surface, easy for anyone with a computer to access. Though notoriety came with success, with moving forward with his plans, he resented the assumptions and prejudices that accompanied the details of his life, as though a map of his past set out every possibility for his future. He was charting new waters and didn’t want to be bound by history or prejudice or presumptions. His sisters Zoe and Amber had cut themselves free and were pursuing their dreams. And so were his American cousins Alex and Alana.

But what he disliked most about his wealth was the feeling of being targeted. Of being a catch. Wealth drew people to him; that was another fact of his life. But he didn’t want to be seen through that lens, to be pursued for his bank account. Wealth made it hard to know whom to trust. Especially when it came to women.


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Pamela Aares is a USA Today Bestselling, award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance novels. Her contemporary series, The Tavonesi Series, explores the lives, loves, friendships and sizzling romances of the Tavonesi family.

Her popularity as a romance writer continues to grow with each new book release, so much so, that the Bay area author has drawn comparisons by reviewers to Nora Roberts.

Pamela Aares writes romance books that she loves reading, particularly those that entertain, transport and inspire dreams while captivating and tugging at the heart. She takes her readers on a journey with complex characters in both contemporary and historical settings who are thrown in situations that tempt love, adventure and self-discovery.

Before becoming a romance author, Aares wrote and produced award-winning films including Your Water, Your Life, featuring actress Susan Sarandon and NPR series New Voices, The Powers of the Universe and The Earth’s Imagination.

If not behind her computer, you can probably find her reading a romance novel, hiking the beach or savoring life with friends. You can visit Pamela on the web at


Posted by on September 14, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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