Friday, May 12, 2017

#BookTour #NewRelease Missing the Crown Jewels by @VClarizio (A Chandler County Novel)





Missing the Crown Jewels by Valerie J. Clarizio
A Chandler County Novel


Sometimes it takes a bit of chaos to sort out one's life.


After a devastating divorce, Peyton Crown is finally surfacing from a dark hole of despair. She finds herself hoping for a new life with Mason ‘Storm’ Starr, her brother’s best friend.

Storm’s intent is simple: hide in the quiet confines of his best friend’s family horse ranch in Kentucky. The perfect place to sort out his life after walking away from the Army, and fight his internal demons. His solitude is interrupted by his buddy’s little sister. The chemistry between them is off the charts, and he willing surrenders the battle.

The Crown family begins receiving threats, just weeks before the Kentucky Derby. The overprotective men in Peyton’s life vow to keep 24/7 tabs on her and the family’s prize horse—Prince Bourbonville—a hopeful for the next Triple Crown. Circumstances arise that threaten to keep Peyton and Prince away from the derby, but Storm and her brother Coach are determined they’ll attend, no matter the sacrifice.

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Long Character Interview - Heroine
Name:  Peyton Crown
Gender:  Female
Age: Thirty
Profession:  Manager of the Crown Credit Union
Do you have any special skills or training?  I have a Master's degree in Business
How would you describe yourself?  Quiet
Who is your significant other(s)?  Mason 'Storm' Starr is on my radar.
How would they describe you?  Kindhearted
Tell us about your family. 
I grew up on a horse farm in Bourbonville Kentucky which is located just outside of Louisville. I have three older brothers who are all overprotective, especially since my mother died.  I was in high school when my mother passed away.  It was absolutely devastating.  My Dad is a kind and caring man, but also a shrewd business man. 
What do you think was left unsettled in your story? 
My brother Jerimiah 'Coach' Crown, bless his heart, needs to find a woman–someone who will make him happy.
If you could change anything about your story what would it be? 

I would have made a move for Storm far sooner than I did.  So much valuable time was wasted. Time that I could have spent with him.

About the Author:
Valerie Clarizio lives in romantic Door County Wisconsin with her husband and two extremely spoiled cats. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into an outdoors enthusiast, of which her favorite activity is hiking in national parks. While out on the trails, she has plenty of time to conjure up irresistible characters and unique storylines for her next romantic suspense or sweet contemporary romance novel.

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

#NowAvailable It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Romance by @CailinBriste


Hi, I’m Cailin Briste, and I have big news to share. It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Romance is now available for sale at Amazon for $2.99 and in Kindle Unlimited for FREE.
It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance https://www.amazon.com/Cailin-Briste/e/B00GSX9QVW/
By Cailin Briste Add it on Goodreads


When Darcelle Lebeau throws off the invisible chains that keep her bound to her family, she discovers a new vocation. Tempted to enter the illegal playground of a man she nicknames Matou, she becomes a cat burglar in training. Deeply ensnared with each task he entices her to fulfill, she fails to discover his identity and true intentions.
Sebastian St. Croix, a wealthy businessman, has a dark side. He’s a thief, a cat burglar who steals art and historical objects. For one year, he trains Darcelle to become his assistant, remaining incognito, observing her from afar. His admiration grows along with his desire for her with every phase-one challenge she completes. Phase two will test the limits of his control. Hands-on personal training? Yes. Sex? No. With his sister’s happiness at stake, nothing, not even the tempting Darcelle Lebeau, can interfere with accomplishing the biggest break-in of his career.

Excerpt:
Darcelle’s reflection stared back at her from the solid mirror that covered the side of the Jepsen Building where she hung, suspended twelve hundred feet above the city sidewalk. Anger and determination filled the charcoal-gray eyes of her mirror image. Even as an infant, the darkness integral to her nature must have peered out of round, solemn baby eyes that weren’t the expected dark brown of her mother and father or the amber of her twin sister. No, she’d been born with eyes best described as a grayish mist. With each passing year, they’d grown darker. Someday they might rival the night sky that tonight was a wash of black pushed back by the ineffectual streetlights below and the pale serenity of a waning moon. The skull cap she wore covered the braids she’d used to tame her masses of kinky cinnamon curls.
No breeze stirred the night air, for which she was thankful. The micro-cable anchored to the sidewalk didn’t allow for much sway as the winch above pulled her higher. The noise of traffic wafted up like a soundtrack to another reality.
She swung a leg over the ledge surrounding the roof of the building. Sunrise was less than an hour away, but for now, the wealthy residents of the Jepsen slept below her, convinced that the security they spent thousands of credits on created an impenetrable barrier around them. She smirked, satisfied she was about to prove them wrong. The latest antiskimmer technology may prevent aircars from landing, but it didn’t keep out birds or, as in her case, people who avoided the domed security field by slipping under it at the edge of the building’s roof.
Security plans always had holes. Her day job at the Art et Antiquités Institut de la Sécurité was to close those she discovered in her client’s protection profiles, or at least render them too small to be exploited. Your average cat burglar couldn’t accomplish what she was attempting. The mirrored facade of the building resisted any attachments, so any of the standard slick surface anchors were worthless, as were the nonslip soles of her shoes. It was worse than trying to climb on ice.
Over the last year Darcelle had honed her skills to surpass those of the typical thief. The instructions she received before each job had included training exercises and detailed steps for committing each robbery. It was as though she was being mentored by a master thief, a man she’d never seen much less met or spoken with. Notes were his sole means of communication, written in a flowing script that was both masculine and artistic.
This was the most difficult assignment she’d received. She couldn’t land on the top of the building, she couldn’t climb the side, and attempting to penetrate through an entrance was equally impossible. Not a problem.
The surface of the roof was covered in fine-grain sand. She dropped from the ledge, squatting to avoid skidding and falling on her ass. The bands of her harness burned as though they were embedded in her skin. She snapped the releases and pulled the harness off, rubbing between her legs and over her lower butt cheeks. The painful part of this operation was over. She let the harness fall next to the winch. When the break-in was discovered, they’d find the hoist chem-sealed to the ledge of the Jepsen’s roof. Let the security guards figure that out. It hadn’t taken her long the previous night to use a gravity drone to slip it under the security field and drop it onto the ledge. The breakable containers filled with chems on the winch’s underside had smashed, allowing the contents to mix and bond the winch to the stone, and the hoist had been ready to use.
She turned, squinting across the roof at an aircar circling in the distance. Time to get indoors.

About Cailin:
Cailin has been writing fiction for six years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.
Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses?
She is currently writing the third book in her Sons of Tallav sci-fi erotic romance series. Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav were released in 2016 by Loose Id. She’s also working on a novella for an SFR Shooting Stars anthology tentatively title Educated by the Master.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

HIS KILLING PRINCESS by @AprilZyon #darkromance #bdsm #mafia @EvernightPub



Antonio Bruno always knew that secrets and death were a part of the life he chose, so he never intended to fall in love with Emily Reynolds, a woman who embodies innocence. He attempts to shield her from his life as second in command of the Italian Mob, but sometimes the best-laid plans can come apart at the seams.

Emily is no stranger to secrets herself. One thing she’s always been truthful about is how much she loves Tony. When a home invasion steals her from his life, one twisted lie turns into another, pitting these two lovers against one another. 

Despite the odds, there’s a chance Tony and Emily can fight to save their relationship. That's if they aren’t killed in the process of finding the traitor in the midst of the Italian Mafia. Can these star-crossed lovers weed through all of the deception? And how far are they willing to go to be together?



Buy links
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/his-killing-princess-by-april-zyon
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Princess-Family-First-Book-ebook/dp/B06XKR384L/



Excerpt:

Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.
She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having about their futures now.
That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose to her feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw. Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.
She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before, her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.
She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin. Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. “Hard day?” she asked while working on his pants.
She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.
“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Tony took her hand in his and shook his head. “You know that is not how I play.” He growled lightly at her and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling hard. “I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw my woman naked.”
She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of her like that she would kill them and leave their bodies for the cops to find. Period. She wasn’t one to be commanded, but with Tony, it turned her on. She seemed to need it. “Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head in supplication. She knew she would do anything he asked her to do. She would because she knew he would always ensure she had pleasure, no matter what. Tony would do anything for Emily just as she would for him.
“Are you hungry?”
“Only for you, Emmy girl, only for you,” Tony said only a second before he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom. 
Emily held back her laughter when he tossed her on the bed, because she saw the look of sheer bleak need on his face. She reached back, grabbed the headboard, and watched him strip. He all but radiated the need to control, the need to dominate in a way that eclipsed anything they had ever shared before, and it almost scared her, almost.
Author Bio: 
Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.
Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to—creating a career for herself.
As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.
This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.
Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publisher Evernight Publishing.
Now it's time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!
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3/23
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3/24
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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

I Bought the Sun for a Dollar by @SciFiAuthorGary #Romance #Suspense #Metaphysical



Can anyone actually buy peace or happiness? Perplexed by the loss of job and fiancé, Timothy Ray makes a symbolic purchase of the sun for a dollar to try to right things in his slightly off course career trajectory. When he stumbles upon a brilliant, cascading sunrise and then a chance meeting with a statuesque blonde he feels his life is about to change for the better but his new girlfriend is a spy, working for a contracted data mining firm.

Excerpt

Timothy stared into the glass cookie jar that held the dollar he had used, as deed and payment for his glorious life changer. It was symbolic just as the sun was. It didn’t matter if his ownership was real or not because it was changing his perspective. That was real and it had brought some riches into his life: a playful cat yet to be named and his first date with Lou Ann, who sounded just amazing from the hour long phone conversation he had with her last night. A date had been set for tonight. The hope of turning his life around lifted his spirits enough to return to work to complete his last week before termination.

*

Kate aka Lou Ann sipped her drink with care. She was on the job, not on a date, although it probably appeared that way to the patrons of the Restaurant Nora, America’s first certified organic restaurant.
“What’s the matter?” Timothy asked, appearing flustered. “You don’t like your drink. I can request them to fix it for you.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I just don’t want to get too buzzed. Tomorrow is a work day.” Lou Ann played the part of a transplanted Kentuckian, replete with accent. She wasn’t worried about getting tipsy off the Burgundy wine. She was concerned about not responding when Timothy called her by name. It was the first time in her life Kate faked her ID, unless you included her performance in a fifth grade play. Her teacher had reprimanded her for playing the character too aggressively. Kate smiled on the inside because she thought her character was too wimpy and stereotypical. These thoughts soon led Kate to dream of being a police woman. Now, here she was; playing a detective of sorts, attempting to glean information from the supposed bad guy. Although Lou Ann, enamoured with Timothy’s good looks and humour, was failing to see how the companion seated across from her was ‘bad’. She found it humorous that Timothy believed someone could actually ‘fix’ a glass of wine. She laughed playfully and repositioned herself on her seat to lean closer to Timothy.
“You seem to have something to tell me. Those big brown eyes are boring right through me. And I’m just dying to know.” She drummed fingers on the table.
“I have to admit I love your accent. What made you move?”
“The move was all about job relocation. Were you hoping it was about something else, something romantic, perhaps?”
Timothy gushed. “I don’t know. You got me. I like your looks as much as your voice. I think I told you that on the phone last night.” He played with his napkin.
“You did. Three times in fact, but who’s counting?”
“I’m enjoying my date with you but I feel like a kid who’s waiting to open presents at Christmas. I haven’t felt like this since, well, since I was a kid.” Timothy nodded as in agreement with his own conclusion. Lou Ann hesitated to reply hoping the man might reveal something her employer would be interested in.
“I had a life changing experience in the woods a few days ago. I want to take you there. I want to show you my new path, so to speak.”
“My God, I’m not sure. This is only our first date.” Lou Ann winked and sipped at her wine.
“It’s nothing like what you might be thinking.” Timothy raised a hand. “It’s not about trying to have sex, Lou Ann. It’s so much more.”
“Well, I don’t know. Should I bring a can of mace?” She nodded and then smirked. “I mean I usually don’t go into the woods with strangers on the first date.”
“It wouldn’t be tonight. In fact, it has to be tomorrow, at dawn. I suggest we each catch some sleep and meet at my house at about 5. Don’t worry. You’ll be safe. The only creature out in those woods used to be a cat, but now she’s living with me, indoors.”
“Oh, so you like to bring your women indoors as well, how interesting.”
Timothy gushed. “I know you’re teasing me with that Southern charm. And truth be told, I don’t mind it.”
They both laughed. Timothy called for the check.

“I enjoyed the meal and company, Timothy. I guess I’ll be seeing you bright and early. But I can’t stay too long. This gal plays a very important role at her work and her superiors are very demanding.” After she said it, Kate reprimanded Lou Ann for being so revealing. This was a reconnaissance mission. It wasn’t about trying to build self-esteem. Although, Lou Ann/ Kate imagined that whatever Timothy saw in the woods was certainly a confidence booster and that notion did seem to have an addictive quality to it.


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About Gary Starta

Gary Starta began writing as a journalist where he covered the police beat, town meetings and interviewed local artists. His inspiration to tell stories did not stop with newspaper reporting when he began writing fiction in 2004 at the very strong suggestion of a girlfriend. Now, with 17 books written, he foresees many more stories on the horizon whether they be contemporary, romance, thrillers, sci fi/fantasy or murder/crime.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Baby Maker by Margaret Tanner - Get your #Romance today! #HEA #LoveStories




His name and his money are the only things war hero, Tye Jamieson, can offer Jenny McKenzie and their unborn child.
Tye is an expert at making babies, but not of the human variety. His babies are sophisticated fighter planes. Now that he has made a real baby, he is desperate to protect it if his secret mission into war-torn Iraq goes bad.
When tragedy strikes, will Jenny be able to forgive him for the way he has deceived her?


EXCERPT – PG 13

Jenny McKenzie stepped into the ward hiding her anxiety behind a forced smile.
“How are you feeling now?” She bent over to kiss her grandfather who was propped up against two pillows. Her forehead brushed against his snow-white hair.
“Not too bad. Don’t look at me like that, Jenny Wren.  There’s still a bit of life left in the old dog yet.” He chuckled. “It was just a heart flutter.  I told that young whippersnapper of a doctor I’d be all right at home.”
“I thought… Well, when I got the call at work…” She blinked back tears of relief.
“If the manager hadn’t got into a panic when I fell over at the shopping center and called an ambulance, I wouldn’t even be here. Now they want to do tests, and I’ll probably be stuck here for weeks,” he grumbled.  “You know what these medical people are like. Once they get you in their clutches they turn you into a guinea pig.”
Jenny sat on the bed and picked up one of his gnarled hands, cradling it between her own. Fingers, calloused and wrinkled with age, entwined with her white youthful ones.
“What do you think of my granddaughter, Tye? She’s quite a girl, eh?”  Smiling proudly, Angus McKenzie waved his hand toward the other occupant in the ward. “Fancy me sharing a room with a celebrity.”
Jenny turned her head and received the shock of her life.  Tyler Jamieson, famous American test pilot and Gulf war hero lounged on the other bed.
“H…Hello, Tye.”
“Hi, Jenny.” He flashed a devastating smile that caused her heart to flutter. His deep, well modulated voice held the slightest American accent.  His eyes, deep amethyst in color, flicked over her then returned to reading his book, as if he wasn’t impressed with what he saw. And why would he be? Compared to the international models and starlets he favored, Jenny McKenzie was a nonentity.
It had been headline news. A devastating accident that had fractured his leg and pelvis eighteen months ago, had put him in hospital for weeks. She had devoured every word of it.  Minutely studied his picture, fell in love with it, and him.  Instead of ejecting from his fighter jet when one of the engines caught fire, he flew it away from the populated areas, crash landing on a country road.  There was talk for a time that he might end up a paraplegic. Why was he back in hospital?
The well-shaped, sensuous lips suddenly drew into a thin harsh line, emphasizing the deep grooves running along either side of his mouth. He was angry and she didn’t know why.  Had he noticed the electrifying effect he had on her? Could he guess that he was the type of man she had been hoping to meet for most of her life?



Author Bio

Margaret Tanner is an award winning, multi-published Australian author, who writes Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance and Western Romance. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels. No book is too old or tattered for her to trawl through, no museum too dusty. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia. She once spent a couple of hours in an old goal cell so she could feel the chilling cold and fear.
Her favorite historical period is the 1st World War, and she has visited the battlefields in France and Belgium, a truly poignant experience.
With the encouragement of friend and Western Romance author, Susan Horsnell, she has fallen in love with writing Western Historical Romance.  Frontier Australia and frontier America, have many similarities, isolated communities, a large single male population and a lack of eligible women.
Margaret has a short story published in the Western Romance Anthology, Rawhide ‘N Roses which was a 2015 Rone Finalist.
Margaret was also thrilled and excited to be invited to contribute a novella in the ground breaking series American Mail Order Brides. 50 brides from 50 different States in America, from 45 different authors. Her contribution is Edwina – Bride of Connecticut, Book No. 5 in the series.
Margaret is married and has three grown up sons, and a gorgeous little granddaughter.
Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.
 


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