Sunday, July 30, 2017

Sunday Post #3: Just a Re-cap 1

This week's Sunday Post is just a re-cap.

Post Rewind

πŸ”₯ 26th = Blog Tour: Hate to Love Him

πŸ”₯ 27th = Promo Tour: Secret Santa Series

πŸ”₯ 28th = Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview


"Heads Up" - posts for the new week

πŸ”₯ July 31st = Pre-order Blast: Hold 'Em

πŸ”₯ August 1st = Promo Tour: Sweet and Sassy boxset

πŸ”₯ August 3rd = Promo Boost: Ashes of Pity into Beauty of Purpose 


πŸ”₯ August 4th =  Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview

Currently Reading
πŸ”₯ Take Two (by Traci Hayden) = 6% done
πŸ”₯ Blind Tribute (by Mari Christie) = 2% done

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Friday, July 28, 2017

Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview - July 28, 2017


Ever wondered about the personalities behind your favorite books? Victoria Danann's new podcast with Riley J. Ford has an incredible lineup of authors booked through the spring. No question is out of bounds. Check it out!

THIS WEEK'S BEST SELLING AUTHOR...
JESSICA HAWKINS!

Jessica Hawkins is an Amazon bestselling author known for her “emotionally gripping” and “off-the-charts hot” romance. Dubbed “queen of angst” by both peers and readers for her smart and provocative work, she’s garnered a cult-like following of fans who love to be torn apart…and put back together.

She writes romance both at home in California and around the world, a coffee shop traveler who bounces from cafΓ© to cafΓ© with just a laptop, headphones, and coffee cup. She loves to keep in close touch with her readers, mostly via Facebook, Instagram, and her mailing list.


Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Blog Tour: Hate to Love Him


The Blurb

Brady Davis is as happy as he is charming. Usually. Unless he’s in the same room with the frustratingly gorgeous antidote to his cheer. Mia Kendrick is headstrong and determined. She’s done with men who stand in her way—even if he has arms like Thor and a smile that makes her dizzy. Whenever they’re together, sparks fly—both the bad and good kind.

When Mia returns home to take over management of Kendrick Place, Brady is worried her focus on big business could be the end of his tight-knit home and the family he’s created there. Mia may have the power to change everything, but Brady could have the power to change her mind…if he can get inside her heart



An Excerpt 

The doors slid open and as she stepped forward, she saw the one man she didn’t want to share a small space with: Brady Davis. His full lips tilted up on one side in what he probably considered a sexy smile. His blue eyes danced and those damn butterflies joined in.

“Going up, princess?”

Mia clenched her teeth and stepped forward at the same time Brady took a step out. Because she was looking at him, which always threw her off, especially when he used that ridiculous nickname, she miscalculated and her heel caught in the track of the elevator. Heat flooded her cheeks as the thin heel of her shoe wedged into the groove and she jolted forward. Without meaning to, because she worked very hard to give this irritating man his space, her arms flung out and grabbed at the only solid thing within reach. Unfortunately, that was his chest. His very solid, wide, notably defined chest. Brady bent

his knees, caught her elbows, and grinned. Mia bit down on her tongue to avoid groaning out loud. Of course he would smile over her mishap.

The scent of his cologne invaded her space, and she just knew she’d carry it with her for the day. Great. An all-day reminder of another man who doesn’t see you for who you are. The white cotton T-shirt he wore under his plaid, flannel jacket bunched under her fingers. She’d only curled them into the material for balance. She shifted, dislodging one of her elbows abruptly. Mia figured that now, at age twenty-six, she’d already achieved a lifetime full of mortification when he went to steady her again. Because she’d pulled her arm away, when his hand touched her again, his palm pressed against her side, his thumb brushing near her breast.

Let this be a bad dream. This is not happening.

With his face—particularly his mouth—way too close to hers, Mia closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else. Anywhere else. With anyone else. She opened them and saw he was grinning. “Still here, princess,” he said. The hushed timbre of his voice sent goose bumps up her arms. It’s chilly. That’s all. She gritted her teeth as he extended a foot to block the door. Ignoring the heat of his palm pressed so intimately against her, and the embarrassment engulfing the rest of her body, she slipped her foot out of her heel and pulled her arm from his grasp. This was not a man she wanted to show weakness in front of. He already considered her spoiled, despite not knowing her at all.

“I believe I’ve asked you not to call me that,” she said.

Mia looked down at her blouse, checking to see that she was unwrinkled and still presentable and professional. Maybe she shouldn’t be using her clothing as armor, but it would be her first eviction, so she’d take whatever backup she could get.

When she looked up, Brady was frowning. “Worried I sullied your fancy clothes?”

“What? No. I was just making sure I’m still all tucked in,” she said. She kneeled as delicately as she could to remove her heel from the track. Her purse slipped into her path and she pushed it behind her. At least she’d chosen one that went across her chest, or it would be on the floor.

“Wouldn’t want to be seen untucked,” he said, his voice now stiff.


Purchase Links

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About the Author

Jody Holford is a multi-published author who has a soft spot for happily ever after. So much so, she tattooed the words on her arm. She’s a mom and a wife, a friend, sister, daughter, teacher, and book-lover. Her stories have a little heat and a lot of heart. And maybe, some swoon-worthy moments that will make you smile. 



Author’s Website: www.jodyholford.weebly.com




Sunday, July 23, 2017

Sunday Post #2: Name Change?

I had wanted this blog to be about more than books. I chose to use "Sea" in the title for two reasons. The first was that it simply was a middle/high school nickname. The second one was that I didn't was another nickname that I wanted to use to be mispronounced. I used "Fire" in the title because I just liked the sound of it.

After searching "sea's fire", I saw that it wasn't as unique as I would have liked.

So I am thinking about changing the blog title.

1. MI Fire

2. The Touk and The Mitten

3. The Sea View

*Please pick your favorite out these possible titles*

Posts Rewind

πŸ”₯ 19th = Blog Tour: Her Cowboy's Promise

πŸ”₯ 20th = Cover Reveal: Within Six Months

πŸ”₯ 21st = Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview

πŸ”₯ 22nd = Release Tour: The Jade Emperor

           Moolt Cartoon of the Week



"Heads Up" - posts for next week

πŸ”₯ 26th = Blog Tour: Hate to Love Him

πŸ”₯ 27th = Promo Tour: Secret Santa Series

πŸ”₯ 28th = Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview

Currently Reading: "Take Two" (by Traci Hayden)

TBR: "Blind Tribute" (by Mari Christie) = added to my goodreads "to-read" shelf

* The Sunday Post is a weekly memehosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer. *

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview - July 21, 2017

Ever wondered about the personalities behind your favorite books? Victoria Danann's new podcast with Riley J. Ford has an incredible lineup of authors booked through the spring. No question is out of bounds. Check it out!

THIS WEEK'S BEST SELLING AUTHOR...
SHANNON MAYER!

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I was born into a family of Star Wars nuts. I have a lot of siblings (somewhere I lost count but I think there was more than could be numbered on one hand) and being one of the young padawans I was subjected to Star Wars marathons, on a regular basis. If you’ve read any of my books you’ll see there is often a reference to said movies as a small homage to my upbringing. May the force be with you and all that jazz.

I started writing when I realized I didn’t want to grow up not believing in magic, or not believing in creatures everyone else said didn’t exist. That being said, I have never seen a fairy, unicorn or dragon. I had a neighbour who swore they fed the leprechauns in their garden, but I never caught the little buggers no matter how long I lay in wait. (And consequently had to help the neighbours plant new flowers to replace those I killed waiting for the leprechauns to show their faces.)

Along the way, I found my husband who is the rock that keeps me from floating away into my dreams, and we have a little boy who is the centre of our world. Living on a farm keeps us busy (as if the writing wasn’t enough) and I have more than my share of stories about wrestling with cows, helping birth calves and ending up in the creek during the process, falling in the mud (we’ll call it mud but we all know that on a farm, mud is rarely mud) and chasing escaped livestock in the hopes the four legged convicts don’t make it to the highway.

I’ve taken up archery, and the goal is to move into horseback archery in time (you know, when I can hit the target on a consistent basis) and when no one is looking, I love to bake (this doesn’t happen often as it’s hard to keep the sweet treats in stock with two boys in the house.)

As to what’s coming next for me? More stories (since those never stop inside my head, I might as well share them with all of you!) and more adventures. Pretty much, when the fancy strikes, I’ll jump on it. Leap before you look I’m sure that motto was created for me.

Or was that . . . think big and dream bigger, ready, set, pull the trigger . . . yeah. That one is a good one too. But only if you have a gun. And are hunting elephants. Which is not cool because of so many reasons. Let’s stick with the first one with an addendum.

Leap before you look and let your dreams carry you on their wings. And that, my friends, is me in a nutshell.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Cover Reveal: Within Six Months





Title: Within Six Months (A Wild Roses Novel) 
Author: Cleo Scornavacca 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: TBC 
Cover Designer: Stephanie Hobbs at Steph's Cover Design 
Photographer: Michael Reh at Michael Reh Photography 



Time…escaping his past, struggling with the present, looking towards his future. Time… a gift, precious, fleeting, ever-changing, moving quickly…too quickly, especially for a man searching for the woman of his dreams. That’s exactly how photographer Tommy Conte decided he would begin his new life. He left everything he knew behind in search of something special…someone special. His plan was clear. He would move to the beach, renovate an old shore house and find the woman that he would ultimately marry…all within six months. Was he delusional? Perhaps…yet after everything that had gone on in his life the last few years, he had to take that chance. Then… as luck would have it, he met Jade Stanton, his new neighbor. Tommy was immediately drawn to her. He wanted and needed to know more. Perfect right? Wrong… There was one small problem. Jade wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship like Tommy was. She was done…over it. She swore off anything serious with any man that came her way…until she was backed into a corner and Tommy came to her rescue. He pretended to be her boyfriend…for just one evening. It was simple, no strings attached. It was only one night, or so she thought. Due to circumstances beyond her control, Jade needed Tommy to play his part for a little while longer. She didn’t think it would be a problem. Tommy was fine with it and they both knew it was all just an act. Yet, Jade came to realize the more she pretended, the more she couldn’t deny that she was falling for him. Although she didn’t want Tommy to find out, Tommy knew better; he felt it too. Tommy realized that the girl he had dreamed of was right there in front of him; and the life he wanted to share with her was finally within his grasp. He decided he couldn't let her slip away. He wouldn't leave it up to fate. He had to try, but Tommy also knew it wouldn’t be easy. Actually, it would be the hardest thing he ever had to do…prove to Jade that she could trust him enough to love him, as much as he loved her.
 


 

  

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In 2012, Cleo began writing Miss Taken, her debut novel and book one in the Miss Taken Identity Series. Identity, book two, was published in 2014 and The Ties That Bind followed in 2016, which completed the series. Cleo is currently working on several other titles that include Within Six Months, one of four standalones in her new Wild Roses Series, featuring the secondary characters from Miss Taken Identity and also new set of stories that will combined adult romance with a haunting twist, yet to be titled. Cleo was honored to be a part of This Beautiful Escape, Volume One, featuring a personal short story; Small Gestures. All of the proceeds to This Beautiful Escape go to the fund for Ataxia Awareness. She's the Senior Columnist at Lust Bites Magazine, combining her work as a writer with her career as Make-up, Aesthetician and Nutritionist. Cleo is a proud member of Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the New Jersey Romance Writers (NJRW) organizations. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, friends and her Dobie, Brayden. Cleo enjoys reading all types romance, books on Italy, listening to 80's metal bands, watching movies from Hollywood's Golden Age and of course, squishing her feet in the sand down at the Jersey Shore every chances she gets.
 



Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Forcing a smile to her lips, she accepted the kind gesture. One completely at odds with how she expected them to be going forward. “Thank you. I do like tea. But…” “But?” Slumping onto the stool beside her easel, Emily took a sip, eyeing Adam over the plastic lid. “Adam, I thought it might be obvious last night. I don’t—can’t—do relationships.” “Seems to me there’s a big difference between don’t and can’t. Which is it?” He moved closer, his scent, something she noticed last night, invading the air between them. A mixture of sawdust and ranch combined with that special something you only got from working outdoors in a place like Wyoming. It was elemental, woodsy, almost overpowering, but in a way you wanted to be overpowered. Maybe that was part of what was bothering her. This was the man who had looked at her their first meeting and seen past the shell she showed Fly Creek. Then, last night, he’d seemed to understand her so well. As if he’d known her before. As if they had some connection that until she’d reached out to him, hadn’t existed. And that made giving him an answer impossible. Adam chuckled and leaned against the counter. “Emily, me bringing you tea doesn’t constitute a relationship.” He batted his hat against his thigh. “I had a nice time last night and would like to get to know you better.” He deployed the dimples. “I believe the term we’re looking for might be friendship. You know, between one change seeker and another.” She sputtered, tea spraying forward, narrowly missing his boots. “You want to be friends?” Adam clenched his jaw and nodded. “And you think after last night that’s possible?” “I think lots of things are possible. But, yes, I think after last night”—he nudged her—“it’s imperative.” She shook her head and placed the tea on the counter, ignoring her body’s hoots and hollers over the simple contact. God, this was snowballing. “Friends?” Man, that sounded foreign. She didn’t have friends. At least not for the past three years. She used to relish the whole thought of barbeques and parties and bonfires complete with a huge circle of people she cherished. Those people still existed, but she didn’t. At least not the Emily they used to know. Could she remember how to be a friend or something that might resemble it? A true friend would be emotionally invested and even the thought of liking someone enough to care had her wrapping her arms around her stomach to quell the wave of fear and hurt that rolled through her. “Are you okay?” Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and Emily looked up into eyes full of concern and curiosity. God, this wasn’t right. That connection again. He knew. He recognized something in her. It felt good to have someone care. She knew her family did, but their concern flowed from pity. Adam’s was something different, wasn’t it? He couldn’t have pity. He didn’t know. Forcing a smile to her lips, she accepted the kind gesture. One completely at odds with how she expected them to be going forward. “Thank you. I do like tea. But…” “But?” Slumping onto the stool beside her easel, Emily took a sip, eyeing Adam over the plastic lid. “Adam, I thought it might be obvious last night. I don’t—can’t—do relationships.” “Seems to me there’s a big difference between don’t and can’t. Which is it?” He moved closer, his scent, something she noticed last night, invading the air between them. A mixture of sawdust and ranch combined with that special something you only got from working outdoors in a place like Wyoming. It was elemental, woodsy, almost overpowering, but in a way you wanted to be overpowered. Maybe that was part of what was bothering her. This was the man who had looked at her their first meeting and seen past the shell she showed Fly Creek. Then, last night, he’d seemed to understand her so well. As if he’d known her before. As if they had some connection that until she’d reached out to him, hadn’t existed. And that made giving him an answer impossible. Adam chuckled and leaned against the counter. “Emily, me bringing you tea doesn’t constitute a relationship.” He batted his hat against his thigh. “I had a nice time last night and would like to get to know you better.” He deployed the dimples. “I believe the term we’re looking for might be friendship. You know, between one change seeker and another.” She sputtered, tea spraying forward, narrowly missing his boots. “You want to be friends?” Adam clenched his jaw and nodded. “And you think after last night that’s possible?” “I think lots of things are possible. But, yes, I think after last night”—he nudged her—“it’s imperative.” She shook her head and placed the tea on the counter, ignoring her body’s hoots and hollers over the simple contact. God, this was snowballing. “Friends?” Man, that sounded foreign. She didn’t have friends. At least not for the past three years. She used to relish the whole thought of barbeques and parties and bonfires complete with a huge circle of people she cherished. Those people still existed, but she didn’t. At least not the Emily they used to know. Could she remember how to be a friend or something that might resemble it? A true friend would be emotionally invested and even the thought of liking someone enough to care had her wrapping her arms around her stomach to quell the wave of fear and hurt that rolled through her. “Are you okay?” Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and Emily looked up into eyes full of concern and curiosity. God, this wasn’t right. That connection again. He knew. He recognized something in her. It felt good to have someone care. She knew her family did, but their concern flowed from pity. Adam’s was something different, wasn’t it? He couldn’t have pity. He didn’t know. Forcing a smile to her lips, she accepted the kind gesture. One completely at odds with how she expected them to be going forward. “Thank you. I do like tea. But…” “But?” Slumping onto the stool beside her easel, Emily took a sip, eyeing Adam over the plastic lid. “Adam, I thought it might be obvious last night. I don’t—can’t—do relationships.” “Seems to me there’s a big difference between don’t and can’t. Which is it?” He moved closer, his scent, something she noticed last night, invading the air between them. A mixture of sawdust and ranch combined with that special something you only got from working outdoors in a place like Wyoming. It was elemental, woodsy, almost overpowering, but in a way you wanted to be overpowered. Maybe that was part of what was bothering her. This was the man who had looked at her their first meeting and seen past the shell she showed Fly Creek. Then, last night, he’d seemed to understand her so well. As if he’d known her before. As if they had some connection that until she’d reached out to him, hadn’t existed. And that made giving him an answer impossible. Adam chuckled and leaned against the counter. “Emily, me bringing you tea doesn’t constitute a relationship.” He batted his hat against his thigh. “I had a nice time last night and would like to get to know you better.” He deployed the dimples. “I believe the term we’re looking for might be friendship. You know, between one change seeker and another.” She sputtered, tea spraying forward, narrowly missing his boots. “You want to be friends?” Adam clenched his jaw and nodded. “And you think after last night that’s possible?” “I think lots of things are possible. But, yes, I think after last night”—he nudged her—“it’s imperative.” She shook her head and placed the tea on the counter, ignoring her body’s hoots and hollers over the simple contact. God, this was snowballing. “Friends?” Man, that sounded foreign. She didn’t have friends. At least not for the past three years. She used to relish the whole thought of barbeques and parties and bonfires complete with a huge circle of people she cherished. Those people still existed, but she didn’t. At least not the Emily they used to know. Could she remember how to be a friend or something that might resemble it? A true friend would be emotionally invested and even the thought of liking someone enough to care had her wrapping her arms around her stomach to quell the wave of fear and hurt that rolled through her. “Are you okay?” Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and Emily looked up into eyes full of concern and curiosity. God, this wasn’t right. That connection again. He knew. He recognized something in her. It felt good to have someone care. She knew her family did, but their concern flowed from pity. Adam’s was something different, wasn’t it? He couldn’t have pity. He didn’t know.

Meet the Author:


Jennifer lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two daughters. When not writing, she can usually be found elbow deep in flour or inhaling chlorine as she cheers her daughter on at a swim meet. She loves musicals, caramel and roller coasters, and lists Machu Picchu at the top of her bucket list. She is a member of RWA and is the President of her local chapter, Central Pennsylvania Romance Writers. Find out more about Jennifer and sign up for her newsletter at www.jenniferhoopes.com

Connect: Site | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

About the Book:


Three years ago, artist Emily White’s grief and survivor’s guilt sent her to the small Wyoming town of Fly Creek. Since then, she’s kept her emotions safely tucked away—until she meets the new rancher at Sky Lake Dude Ranch. Stetson in hand, the gorgeous cowboy’s arrival in her store immediately shakes up her world.

Adam Conley is only in Fly Creek for as long as it takes to fulfill his promise to his late cousin. The small town brings up too many memories of the life he left behind years ago. He knows his task won’t be easy, but the last thing he expects is the instant attraction to the reason he’s in town. Emily is beautiful, vibrant, and completely off-limits. He’s there to keep his promise—not fall in love.

But Adam’s secret will crumble everything Emily’s life has revolved around.

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Interview and Review: Her Cowboy's Promise



An Interview

* Did you use any of your own experience as inspiration?
   
    Absolutely. I cannot imagine any writer doesn’t allow a little of themselves to seep into every character or story. I lost my father last year in the middle of working on a story that the character also had lost her father, and I actually had to stop writing it for a bit because it was too much inspiration. I have written a short story based on a childhood incident and what I wish I would have done versus what I actually did.

* On average, how long does the writing process take?

    This varies. I have written a first draft in as little as three weeks and taken as long as 6 months for another. On average, about 2-3 months is enough for drafting and revisions.

*  When did you realize you wanted a career in writing?

    While I have always created stories both on paper and in my head, it wasn’t until June 2013 that I made the commitment to make it my career. Four years later, and more rejections than I can count, my first book, Her Cowboy’s Promise, will be published.

* If you weren't an author, what other career paths would you have taken?
   
    Most likely a school librarian. I substituted in my local district and love children, and to combine that with my love of reading would be a pretty great career.

* Out of the characters that you created, who is your favorite?
   
    In my Fly Creek series, I would have to say Polly Brooks. She’s a septuagenarian who has no trouble speaking her mind or giving a nice kick in the butt to whoever needs it, and does downward dog with flair. She also has a heart of gold and a soft spot for cowboys.

    Overall, my favorite is Delia Wilson. She has a weakness for bear claws and ginger haired men. Knows the power of a good pencil skirt and has a collection of corsets in her closet alongside her favorite books. She’s a librarian with secrets.

* What advice would you give to someone looking to be a writer?
   
    First, there is no one path to being a writer.

    Start now. Don’t waste a day or week or month saying, “I would like to write a book.” Do it. Write any way you can, on a napkin, in a notebook, text on your phone. Carve out a few minutes each day to do something about the desire or dream to become a writer.
I would also tell them that nothing about this career is fast. It is a long haul, cross country, marathon and you will never stop learning or evolving.
Finally, I would encourage them to find their people. I’m lucky to have a great CP, an awesome local writing chapter and national chapter that has my back. Not to mention all the amazing authors and readers I’m connected to through social media. They are your foundation through the good times and bad. They are your resources, your sounding boards, your wine and chocolate providers. You will need them and they will need you.
It’s not an easy career. It’s hard and heartbreaking, and at times may seem impossible, but it’s worth every ounce of that to see your stories out there. To have readers tell you they connected with your characters, or your story helped them through hard times. The rewards outweigh the risks.

* What kind of research (if any) was required for any of your books?
   
It’s very easy to fall down the rabbit hole of research. One question leads to another and another, and usually it is all just to get one sentence accurate in your book.
For Her Cowboy’s Promise I did research on Wyoming, the weather, the plants and animals, and also, dude ranches, yoga, and painting.
    For another series, I researched how to make Whisky which led to growing seasons on wheat and barley across the U.S. That same series saw me learning about wildlife photographers and elusive animals in the Andes.
    I cannot imagine any book not requiring at least some research.

*How long after you finish a book do you start another one?"
   
    In the middle. Honestly, I often have more than one book going at a time, sometimes in the same series and sometimes not. But once I have finished drafting a book, I move on to the next within a few days. Of course, I will go back to the draft and revise at some point depending on the time frame I have set myself.

Thank you so much for having me today. It has been a pleasure. Happy Reading.

Review 

Normally, I would include a little bit of the plot. This time I thought doing so would reveal too much. 
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One thing that attracted me to want to read this book was Emily being an artist. This was the first book that dealt with a rancher. While I believed it to be predictable in the beginning, I was pleasantly surprised at many parts of the story. 
Rating: πŸ”₯ πŸ”₯ πŸ”₯ πŸ”₯ πŸ”₯ 
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I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Post #1

I would like to start off with how I got onto reading romance and blogging. (Granted it's nothing special.) I helped a woman organize her house. She gave me a book called "Embraced by Love" by Suzanne Brockman. It was a contemporary romance book. A friend (Lampshade reader) got me hooked on reading historical romance novels. I started blogging in June of 2016.
  Posts Rewind
πŸ”₯11th = Spotlight: Blind Tribute 
πŸ”₯12th = Review: Taking a Shot
 πŸ”₯14th = Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview
πŸ”₯15th = Promo Tour: 3 Holiday Romances

  Moolt Cartoon of the Week

"Heads Up" - posts for next week 
πŸ”₯19th = Blog Tour, Interview and Review: Her Cowboy's Promise [ARC]
πŸ”₯20th = Cover Reveal: Within Six Months
 πŸ”₯21st = Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview
 πŸ”₯22nd = Release Tour: The Jade Emperor

*The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer.*
http://caffeinatedbookreviewer.com/the-sunday-post-meme

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Promo Tour: 3 Holiday Romances

XMAS IN JULY ROMANCES
We Wish You A Ferret Christmas, Scrooge You!, and It's Always Something
by Nikki Lynn Barrett

Friday, July 14, 2017

Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview - July 14, 2017


Ever wondered about the personalities behind your favorite books? Victoria Danann's new podcast with Riley J. Ford has an incredible lineup of authors booked through the spring. No question is out of bounds. Check it out!

THIS WEEK'S BEST SELLING AUTHOR...
L.P. DOVER!

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written countless novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed and Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Spotlight: Blind Tribute

The Blurb

 Book Blurb Every newspaper editor may owe tribute to the devil, but Harry Wentworth’s bill just came due. As America marches toward the Civil War, Harry Wentworth, gentleman of distinction and journalist of renown, finds his calls for peaceful resolution have fallen on deaf—nay, hostile—ears, so he must finally resolve his own moral quandary. Comment on the war from his influential—and safe—position in Northern Society, or make a news story and a target of himself South of the Mason-Dixon Line, in a city haunted by a life he has long since left behind? The day-to-day struggle against countervailing forces, his personal and professional tragedies on both sides of the conflict, and the elegant and emotive writings that define him, all serve to illuminate the trials of this newsman’s crusade, irreparably altering his mind, his body, his spirit, and his purpose as an honorable man. Blind Tribute exposes the shifting stones of the moral high ground, as Harry’s family and friendships, North and South, are shattered by his acts of conscience.
About the Authour

 Mari was “raised up” in journalism (mostly raising her glass at the Denver Press Club bar) after the advent of the web press, but before the desktop computer. She has since plied her trade as a writer, editor, and designer across many different fields, and currently works as a technical writer and editor. Under the name Mari Christie, she has released a book-length epic poem, Saqil pa Q'equ'mal: Light in Darkness: Poetry of the Mayan Underworld, and under pen name Mariana Gabrielle, she has written several Regency romances, including the Sailing Home Series and La DΓ©esse Noire: The Black Goddess. Blind Tribute is her first mainstream historical novel. She expects to release the first book in a new family saga, The Lion’s Club, in 2018. She holds a BA in Writing, summa cum laude and With Distinction, from the University of Colorado Denver, and is a member of the Speakeasy Scribes, the Historical Novel Society, and the Denver Press Club. She has a long family history in Charleston, South Carolina, and is the great-great niece of a man in the mold of Harry Wentworth.

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  An Excerpt 

He took a seat at his desk, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, inked his pen, and began to write, referring, again and again, to the structure and notes he had developed on the wall, occasionally flipping through earlier entries in the notebook. He had not even fleshed out half a page when a hush fell over the newsroom, accentuating the thumping of the press under his feet, printing the pages he had already approved. Reluctantly, he turned the clock on the corner of his desk to read the face. Still more than an hour till deadline. What in the name of—? His half-open door blocked his view, so he stood and strode to the doorway, stuck his head out, and bellowed, “You have sixty-four minutes. I want to hear nothing but news out…” His voice trailed off. Fleur and Belle—who shouldn’t be out without an escort, and certainly shouldn’t be in a room filled with men—were crossing the newsroom to his office. All his reporters’ heads had turned to watch. At sixteen, they were enchanting, charming, perfectly matched miniatures of his wife, and had only recently been deemed old enough to wear their hair up and hems down. They were dressed in fashionable coats, exactly the same but for color: Fleur in sea green and Belle in lemon yellow, to match their hair ribbons. Harry and Anne had named them in a fit of mutual whimsy, when he’d said, at first sight, they looked like two beautiful flowers. Harry had been charmed by the scene of his wife with his brand-new girls; she had been charmed by the pink hothouse roses and star sapphires he’d brought. Now, however, his beautiful flowers were ten steps into the newsroom, both blushing identically and trying to keep the men from looking by staring at their own toes. It only took one hard stare from Harry before every man present began to examine his own desk. He rushed out to meet the girls halfway across the room, where he put an arm around each in a futile effort to protect them from the gaze of these worldly men whom he never intended for them to meet. Then he scooted Belle and Fleur into his office and slammed the door behind him—making both girls jump—to let the entire building know, in no uncertain terms, what sort of mood it had put him in to find his little girls in his newsroom. Eventually, Harry heard the noise of the newsroom slowly, tentatively, take shape again, certain more than half the conversation was now devoted to detailing the vile things they would like to do with his daughters. He would sack any man he heard make an untoward comment. If he could manage not to shoot him first. “This is no place for you!” Harry yelled, grinding his teeth, trying, far too late, to keep his anger from frightening them. “What the blazes are you doing here? Why are you without an escort?” Their governess should never have let them leave, and his driver would never have prepared the carriage for them, were they alone. He couldn’t help himself from shouting louder, “What is your mother thinking, letting you come here?!”

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Friday, July 7, 2017

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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Blog Tour: Storming the Castle

Meet the Author:

Arianna Hart enjoys spending time with her family, reading anything she can get her hands on, and of course writing! She’d love to spend her days on a beach with a drink in one hand and a book in the other, but until she wins the lottery she’ll just have to settle for chasing her girls around the pool.
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About the Book:

Sam Castleton has fame, houses all over the world, and one really big problem—he’s got an album due and he can’t write. All he wants is a quiet place to get his head straight. Dale, Georgia, seems like the perfect quiet spot to try to hear the music again and get some lyrics down on paper.
With her daughter’s paternal grandparents making a sudden appearance and the difficulties of running her own lodge and being a single mom, Faith Adams doesn’t have the time to worry about the mysterious stranger staying in one of her cottages, no matter how sexy he is.
Her newest guest may be surly, but his money is good, so she’s willing to overlook his surly nature. If only she could ignore the way he awakens a searing hunger in her...
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