Sunday, September 22, 2019

Sunday Post # 51: Just A Re-cap 6

This week's post is just a re-cap.

Post Rewind

๐Ÿ“Œ 9th = Blog Tour: The Hardest Hit

๐Ÿ“Œ 10th = Release Blitz: Fighting Absolution

๐Ÿ“Œ 13th = Blurb Blitz: Fragments of French

Moolt Cartoon of the Week

No cartoon this week

"Heads Up" - Upcoming Posts

๐Ÿ”ผ 25th =Book Blast: Fire Song

๐Ÿ”ผ 26th = Blog Tour: The Boyfriend Contract

๐Ÿ”ผ 27th = Blog Tour: Coming Home to the Cowboy


๐Ÿ“š Goodreads Profile

Currently Reading

๐Ÿ“– Rescue Me (by: Valerie Twombly) = 6% 

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Blurb Blitz: Fragments of French

Fragments of French, an Unexpected 
Journey of the Heart
by Wanda St. Hilaire


Genre:  Memoir 



After a harsh brush with her mortality, shadowed by a premature divorce, Wanda St. Hilaire pledges to be true to her primary passion—living ardently through travel. On the fateful day her life intersects with Jean-Franรงois, a charming Frenchman, on a bustling street in Lisbon, every fiber of her being feels as though she has finally entered the doorway to a magical world that she knew existed since she was a young girl.

St. Hilaire turns a complicated romantic ballet full of missteps into a collage of people, places, and cultures. Fragments of French is an exquisitely detailed travelogue of Portugal, Canada, France, and Mexico, filled with minor characters who delight with their humanity. However, what really makes this tale a standout is a gift for pacing and description to rival Tom Wolfe.

The hero’s journey is not only for the characters of our favorite stories or mythical legends. At some point, each of us receives the call to adventure. Fate summons the hero; we can refuse the call, or step into something that will turn our lives upside down, and potentially change everything we know to be true.

From feeling “completely disarmed, no fortress standing”, to embracing her untethered strength, the author turns this account of living life out loud into lessons for us all.


French words from my childhood pop into my head at opportune moments, surprising me. On our family visits, my French grandfather whom, to my seven-year-old eyes, looked like a wizened turtle, walked me to the cheese factory near his home. Hand in hand, we would saunter ever so slowly, and he would mutter foreign words to me. His horrid wife, Step grand-mรจre—the Wicked Witch of Winnipeg—made the grandchildren speak only French in her presence, and I am oddly grateful to her at this moment.

Jean-Franรงois asks if I am concerned about our age difference. To my mind, age is determined by the essence and energy of a person. I have known people who are biologically thirty, yet exude the air of a person many decades older. I know my energy is younger than my thirty-five years, and this is what concerns him, but the eight years between us is as insignificant as dust in the wind.

The castle looms over this ancient section of the city, making the evening more dream-like. The cultural blend and integration of the inhabitants creates an exotic atmosphere. With Brazilian, Latin, and African influences from the former Portuguese colonies, I am moved by the cadence and archaic soul of the music. My body involuntarily sways to each new rhythm, and I close my eyes to breathe in the antiquity of my surroundings.

About the Author:
Her prime passion is the thrill of travel—of experiencing other cultures, traditions, lifestyles, and languages—thus expanding her perspective.

Wanda St. Hilaire has a predilection and passion for all things Latin, and she believes life is too short not to do what you love, where you love. She spends time writing in Mexico for inspiration and to escape the frozen landscapes of Alberta.

Through writing, St. Hilaire shares what she’s learned from the high peaks of adventure and love, to the dark valleys of illness and heartbreak. Her mission is to help people overcome the self, and tap into their wise inner guidance system. Her wish is to inspire others to live true to their unique and beautiful nature.


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Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Release Blitz: Fighting Absolution

She's a combat medic. He's SAS, and her best friend. They weren't supposed to fall in love.

Fighting Absolution, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by USA Today Bestselling author Kate McCarthy is LIVE!

At fifteen, Jamie Murphy finds herself broken and alone, convinced she doesn't need anyone. 
Until she does.

Bear is the boy behind the fence, the one who was there for her when no one else was. 
Until he's not.

Left with nothing, Jamie joins the army hoping it will give her purpose. The last thing she expects is the best friend from her past to reappear in the dusty plains of a war-torn country. No longer the boy she once knew, Bear is now a man: big, bearded, and SAS—one of the army’s elite.

Soon Jamie finds herself not only fighting against her enemies, but her feelings for a man who left her once before. Can she risk losing him all over again?

Fighting Absolution is a  friends to lovers romance and features characters from Fighting Redemption, but is written as a standalone.

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About Kate:

Kate McCarthy is a USA Today Bestselling author who resides in Brisbane, Australia, a city in the

state of Queensland where she works full time on her writing. 

She has two children, two dogs, and a pile of friends and family dotted all over the world that help

keep her sane.

When she's not busy running after naughty kids, filthy dogs, and writing books, you can find her
curled up in bed in the early hours of the morning reading new books and re-reading old favourites.
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Monday, September 9, 2019

Blog Tour: The Hardest Hit

The Hardest Hit, an all-new emotional, single dad romance from A.S. Teague is available now! 

My friends used to tell me ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ Clearly they lied, because there was no way the chemistry I had with Mel could ever be left behind.

However, my children, her career, and nine hundred miles between us meant that for seven years, Melanie Holstein was the one who got away.

I was Aiden Shaw, first-round draft pick turned the best quarterback the league had ever seen. I worked hard to secure my position in football history while balancing life as a single dad. Through it all, my Vegas spitfire was never far from my mind.

And considering her best friend was now with my best friend, it was pure and utter torture.

When my career took a devastating turn, Mel was the first person at my side. I was broken and defeated, but that stubborn woman was determined to piece me back together.

I liked to pretend Mel and I were destined for greatness, but Lady Luck had never been on our side. And the tragedy that followed might have been the hardest hit of all.

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“Fine. I won’t argue anymore.” Brooke finally relented to letting me loan her more money so that we didn’t have to leave so early.
But suddenly, leaving didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
My face split into a grin, and I swayed toward her, whispering, “That’s my girl. Now, don’t be obvious, but there is a fuckin hottie at the table across from us who has been eyeing you since we sat down.”
I didn’t mention that I only knew he’d been eyeing her because I’d been having some serious visual foreplay with his buddy. 
Brooke looked to the craps table where five men were cheering every time their numbers hit, clapping each other on the back and whooping. Her jaw dropped and I giggled. 
After a full thirty seconds of her staring open-mouthed across the smoky area, she blinked and I hissed, “Yessssss.”
“I… um… think he’s looking at you.”
“Pshhhh.” I elbowed her and glanced back over to where both men had stopped what they were doing and were watching us almost expectantly. “That’s all you, girl. The guy beside him is a different story. Mister Dreamy over there, though, only has eyes for Brooke.”
“Who’s Brooke?” she whispered.
I couldn’t stop the sharp burst of laughter that erupted from my lips, and she grabbed her wine glass and drained it in one swallow. 
I grabbed my own and followed her lead. Game on!
“Shit, I think I just had an out-of-body experience,” she whispered.
I scooped up my pile of chips and dumped them into my clutch. “Hopefully, you’ll have another one later tonight. Let’s go talk to them.”
“No, no, no,” Brooke objected as I dragged her by the arm to the group of guys. “Mel, stop. We can’t just…” 
I gave her a gentle shove and she teetered on her heels, careening right into the back of the guy who had been watching her. And when he turned, I knew that my work there was done.
It was time to go take care of my own business.  
“See something you like?” I asked, stopping in front of my date for the evening, whether he knew it or not. 
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I’ve never seen anything so breathtaking in my life.”
I tipped my head back to look at him, a response frozen in my throat.
The side of his mouth hitched as he stared down at me, his thick lashes giving a spectacular show.
I braced for what he was going to say next. Sexy as he was, I still needed him to have a personality, or it would never work… not even for a one-night stand. 
He wedged a hand in the pocket of his jeans and murmured, “That took you long enough. I was worried I’d lost my charm and I was going to have to summon a smoke signal in order to ask you out.”
My brows shot up and a smile curled my lips. “Walking over to meprobably would have been easier.”
“Maybe. But then I would have missed the view of those sexy legs as they carried you over here.” He leaned in close. Not touching me physically, but his proximity was a tangible caress of its own. “Trust me when I tell you, it was well worth the wait.”
My breath hitched as he leaned away, that seductive grin still firmly in place. 
“I’m Aiden. And you are?”
Whoever the hell you want me to be.
“Mel. Er… Melanie. Whatever. I answer to both.”
He nodded, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “Nice to meet you, Mel.”
That was the exact moment I realized that I’d been wrong. It wasn’t Lady Luck who had been on my side. For the way my entire body was heating, this man had to have been the work of the devil himself. 
And I was completely okay with that.

About A.S. Teague 

A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn't have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.

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Sunday, September 8, 2019

Sunday Post #50: A Wedding and No Weight Loss

I have a wedding to attend on Saturday. I am really excited. I hope to see some of out of town relatives. I wanted to be able to fit into a dress better than the first time I wore it. Now I just have to settle for it fitting at all.

Post Rewind

๐Ÿ“Œ Sept. 5th = Cover Reveal: Perfectly Adequate

Moolt Cartoon of the Week

I know I used these two already, but they fit with this week's post.

"Heads Up" - Upcoming Posts

๐Ÿ”ผ 9th = Blog Tour: The Hardest Hit

๐Ÿ”ผ 13th =Blurb Blitz: Fragments of French


๐Ÿ“š Leopard's Fury (by: Christine Feehan) = moved to "read" shelf

Currently Reading

๐Ÿ“– Rescue Me (by: Valerie Twombly) = 6%

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