Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Begun by Time by Morgan O'Neill Book Feature!

Title: Begun by Time
Author: Morgan O'Neill
Publisher: Entangled Select Historical
Genre: Historical Romance
Format: Kindle

In 1945, a man disappeared into thin air...

In the final days of World War II, Catherine Hastings meets the man she wants to marry. Flight surgeon Jonathan Brandon isn't just handsome-he's everything Catherine could hope for in her betrothed. But her dream of a happily ever after is shattered when Jonnie disappears shortly before their wedding...leaving Catherine bereft, broken-hearted, and with a lifetime of unanswered questions. Arthur Howard is smitten with the lovely Catherine the moment he sees her. He's certain he's found the woman he wants to marry. Yet behind Catherine's sparkling green eyes is a haunted look-the look of a woman who has known loss. But can he love a woman who still grieves the loss of her fiancé? Now Arthur wants answers about the man Catherine intended to marry. But the truth about Jonnie's disappearance is far stranger than fiction...
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Deb and Cary -420x524  A chance meeting at a writers’ conference brought Cary Morgan Frates and Deborah O’Neill Cordes together, two award-winning authors who connected because of a mutual love of timeswept fiction. Collaboration ensued, the search for a pen name the first step in their working relationship. Their maiden names provided the solution – and “Morgan O’Neill” was born. Since that first meeting in 2002, Cary and Deborah have produced seven time travel novels together, with several others in the works. Their backgrounds are uniquely suited to writing stories steeped in atmosphere and history: Deborah has a master’s degree in history; Cary is a talented linguist in French and is currently a student of Latin. They’ve traveled to Europe’s ancient and medieval sites many times, with Cary living on the Continent for five years. Deborah’s research in genealogy provided the inspiration for several of their plots; discovering she is a 32nd great-granddaughter of Queen Adelaide and King Otto sparked the creation of The Other Side of Heaven and Time Enough for Love, while finding a direct descent from King Alaric I of the Visigoths led to the story of the Roman princess Galla Placidia for their Roman time travel series. And Cary’s love for Elizabethan and Tudor England led to the creation of the Elizabethan novels. It was only after Cary and Deborah were several months into writing about Elizabethan England that Deb discovered she’s related to three of King Henry VIII’s wives: Anne Boleyn, Catherine Howard and Catherine Parr. This, of course, makes her a cousin of Henry and Anne’s daughter, Queen Elizabeth I, who figures prominently as one of the main characters in the Elizabethan time travel series. Recent genealogical research also points to the possibility Cary is a distant cousin of Deb’s, making her another descendant of medieval kings and queens. Stay tuned to see if further research ascertains if Cary is also Elizabeth’s cousin! The Morgan O’Neill time travel novels have received a number of literary awards, including double finalist wins in the 2013 Booksellers’ Best Awards (for Love, Eternally), two semifinalist wins in the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition, first, second, and third place wins for the Mainstream Novel with Strong Romantic Elements category of the Golden Rose Contest, a top ten finalist award in the Pacific Northwest Writers’ Conference Zola Awards Literary Contest, and a top ten finalist win in the Orange Rose Contest.

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Guerilla by Mel Odom Book Feature!


Title: Guerilla
Author: Mel Odom
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Genre: Science Fiction
Format: Ecopy/Paperback

He's behind enemy lines. But those lines are shifting beneath his feet. In the jungles of Makaum, the Terran military is locked in a critical standoff over the planet's resources with the hostile Phrenorians, even as both species maintain uneasy relations with the locals. Tensions could ignite at a moment's notice. And Master Sergeant Frank Sage has just stumbled upon the spark plug. Alongside trusted Makaum scouts, Sage is running recon on what is possibly an unsanctioned Phrenorian military base.Deep in the savage wilderness, Sage recognizes the renowned Phrenorian warrior arriving on-site: Zhoh GhiCemid. As Sage knows firsthand, Zhoh's presence could mean trouble. Meanwhile, a mysterious faction of Makaum insurgents breaks the fragile peace with a reckless attack on the Terran base. Before the situation devolves into chaos, Sage must learn to think like his adversaries—devious friends and deadly foes alike.

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Mel Odom  Mel Odom is the bestselling author of Master Sergeant and many film and computer game tie-ins, including Forgotten RealmsMack BolanBuffy the Vampire Slayer, and Angel. He won a prestigious Alex Award for his YA fantasy novel The Rover. He currently lives in Oklahoma.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Featured Book: Teens and Time Management by Leslie Josel

Title: What’s the Deal with Teens and Time Management: A Parents’ Guide to Helping Your Teen Succeed
Author: Leslie Josel
Publisher: People Tested Media
Pages: 88
Genre: Nonfiction/Parenting 

Time management is a challenge for everyone, but it is a particularly daunting challenge for teens. More than 70% of teens in the US struggle with time management and the numbers are growing. Teens are busier than ever and they lack the necessary tools to manage their time.

Nationally recognized time management expert, Leslie Josel, in her new book, What’s the Deal with Teens and Time Management, takes parents step-by-step through the basics of teaching teens the time management skills they need to succeed-at school, at work and in life. Says Josel, “Time management is a skill that doesn’t come naturally to everyone-but it can be learned.  This guide opens the door to the world of time management, what it really means, why it is important and why teens probably don’t ‘get it’.”

This is a user-friendly guide full of best practice solutions for helping teens stay on top of their homework, avoid procrastination traps, get out the door in the morning with minimal conflict and manage the use of their electronics. “Throughout the book I offer up my ‘Triple Ts’ – my tried and true Tips, Tools and Techniques- to provide support and guidance for parents looking to help their teens understand, develop and implement time management skills.”

In this book, parents will learn the FIVE mindsets needed to start their teen on the journey of time management awareness; how to create a “Personal Homework Profile” to better understand how their teen tackles homework; how to help their teen create a time sense and develop “future awareness”; what FOMO is and how to manage it at home; how to kick procrastination to the curb; and so much more!

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Book Excerpt:

Time management is a challenge for everyone, but it is a particularly daunting challenge for middle and high school students.  There is an expectation that at their age they should be independent and know how to get things done on their own.  But teens are busier than ever. Between homework, school, afterschool activities, family, friends, jobs, and more, teens often find that their time is truly NOT their own.  Add in the fact that they often lack the tools to manage their time; maybe it’s a little unrealistic for parents to expect their teenagers to instinctively know how to manage time. 
 “What’s the Deal with Teens and Time Management” takes parents step-by-step through the basics of teaching their teens the time management skills they need to succeed—at school, at work and in life!
This is a user-friendly guide full of best practice solutions for helping teens stay on top of their homework, avoid procrastination traps, get out the door in the morning with minimal conflict and manage the use of their electronics.  In a readable, breezy and witty fashion, Josel opens the door to the world of time management, what it really means, why it’s important and why your teen probably doesn’t “get it.”  And throughout the book, Josel offers up the “Triple Ts” – her tried and true Tips, Tools and Techniques – to provide support and guidance for parents looking to help their teens understand, develop and implement time management skills.
In this book, you’ll learn:
·        The FIVE mindsets parents need to start their teen on the journey of time management awareness.
·        How to create a “Personal Homework Profile” to better understand how your teen tackles homework.
·        How to help your teen create a time sense and develop “future awareness”.
·        How to pick an appropriate paper or electronic academic planner and how to properly plan their time.
·        How to create a peaceful and calm morning routine to get your teen out the door in the morning without anxiety and frustration.
·        Case studies, useful resources, Leslie’s straight talk and much, much more!
Time Management is a Life Skill that Doesn’t Come Naturally to Everyone. It Can be Learned.
About the Author

Leslie Josel is the Principal of Order Out of Chaos®, an organizing consulting firm specializing in student organizing and chronic disorganization.  Launched in 2004, Order Out of Chaos® offers organizing, time management and coaching services; provides family education and ADHD resources as well as teleclasses, webinars, videos, and products to hundreds of families.

Leslie is a graduate of the JST Coach Training Program for teens and college students with ADHD. She is a Golden Circle member of the National Association of Professional Organizers (NAPO) and earned her Chronic Disorganization and Hoarding Specialist certificates from the Institute for Challenging Disorganization (ICD).

In 2015, Leslie’s second book, What’s the Deal with Teens and Time Management, a parents’ step-by-step guide to help teach their teens the time management skills they need to succeed in school, home and in life, was published. Leslie is also the creator of the award winning Academic Planner: A Tool for Time Management,” a student planner that helps middle and high schoolers develop and master time management skills. 

A respected resource on ADHD and Executive Functioning in students, Leslie speaks and conducts workshops nationally to parent and educator groups on a variety of issues and topics facing students today, including The Matan Institute, National Ramah Camping Commission, and Morgan Stanley.  Leslie has also been featured in national broadcast and print media such as the Hallmark Channel’s “The Better Show”, “Conversations in Care” radio, The Associated Press, Family Circle Magazine, and Educational Dealer Magazine.

Also known nationally as an expert on chronic disorganization and hoarding issues, Leslie has appeared on many episodes of TLC’s hit television show, “Hoarding: Buried Alive”,  and the Cooking Channel’s television special, “Stuffed: Food Hoarders”. In 2014, Leslie received a Telly Award, the Internet/Online programming’s highest honor for her work on dLifeTV. 

She is also the co-author of the award winning “The Complete Diabetes Organizer: Your Guide to a Less Stressful and More Manageable Diabetes Life” (Spry, 2013).

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First Chapter Reveal: Defending Nora by Sarah Leyton

Title: Defending Nora
Author: Sarah Leyton
Publisher: Siren Bookstrand
Pages: 184
Genre: Romance/Erotica

With nothing more exciting in her life than her bangs catching on fire while trying to flambĂ©, Nora Connolly’s life was terrifically uneventful. Well, uneventful until her house got raided and she found out her boyfriend was actually a CIA agent turned traitor. When he escapes custody and begins stalking her she is forced to turn to the only man she knows can protect her, the man she’s been swooning over since high school.

When Nora shows up on his doorstep looking for protection, Jack Coleman tries to turn her way. Staying sane with Nora’s sexy ass was already hard enough, but she needs a safe house and keeping his hands to himself while trying to keep her protected would be more than even his rock hard control could handle.

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“Why are we watching this? They’re supposed stars, but I don’t recognize half of them,” Nora groused from her slumped position on her sister’s couch.
“Because the girls got me hooked on this stupid show and now I have to see the finale,” Sam replied as she pulled another cake pop off the coffee table and proceeded to shove the entire thing into her mouth.
Nora just rolled her eyes and mindlessly stared as the B-list celebrities danced the foxtrot. Normally she enjoyed a little brainless reality TV like any good American, but with everything in her actual reality being thrown through a blender these days, she just didn’t have the stomach for the fake stuff.
“If you sigh like that one more time I’m kicking you out and you’ll have to go play with the kids,” Sam said without turning her gaze from the television.
The threat made Nora smile. She knew that her sister had every intention of following through should she need too. That girl took her dance shows seriously. Nora buttoned her lips so she wouldn’t sigh again and be relegated to the toy room. She loved her nieces and nephew, but in the mood she was in, the last thing she wanted to do was entertain little kids.
Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on the cake she was making for Mr. and Mrs. Eldridge’s Brazilian Carnival themed anniversary party next week.
She wanted to do at least five tiers, so she’d need support stands on each layer. The frosting had to be bright and colorful, with feathers and glitter accents to really make it fabulous. Maybe she’d even add sparklers or something to really up the wow factor.
“Okay, now you can help me with my baby name list.”
Sam’s voice startled her out of her mental cake decorating and she almost rolled off the couch.
“Geez, Nora. I didn’t mean to scare you out of your skin,” Sam said with a hand over her mouth trying unsuccessfully to stifle her giggles. “Were you asleep?”
Getting up to sit cross-legged on the couch Nora brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at Sam in sisterly scathing.
“No, dearest sister. Despite the riveting drama between the overweight businessman and the out-of-work actor, I was cake planning.”
Sam stuck her tongue out and Nora rolled her eyes.
“Very mature, Sam. You’re a mother.”
“Right, and I’m about to give birth again. Matt and I are exchanging baby names tomorrow, and I need your help.”
After grabbing the list her sister held out, Nora glanced at the list of names.
“Oh Sam, please tell me you’re kidding with these names. I get that mom and dad gave us weirdo names, but give me a break!”
Sam snatched her list out of Nora’s hand.
“What do you mean? These are great names,” Sam said as she looked at the paper in her hand. “Besides, our names aren’t that weird.”
Nora had been named after her paternal grandmother who had come to the U.S. from Ireland after her husband died in the seventies. Nora and Sam’s father had been a teenager at the time. Sam had been named after the Russian city their mother had immigrated from as a nod to her heritage.
“Yeah, Nora and Samara are super normal.” Nora said sarcastically and launched herself off the couch to walk across the room to grab a soda out of the wet bar in the corner. “As for your baby name list—Murphy? And Evelyn? If you name your kid Evelyn, she’s going to be born sixty-five years old and wearing a polyester sweater. The first thing she’s going to do once she pops out is to offer the hospital staff some shiny ribbon candy.”
Nora popped the top of her soda dramatically to emphasize her punch line and Sam burst out laughing.
“You obviously missed your calling as a stand-up comedian, Nora.” Sam said after she got her laughter under control. “Toss me a bottle of water will you?”
Nora reached back into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water to toss to her sister.
“I can’t believe you guys still have bottles of water in here. Isn’t Matt on some saving the planet, going green, stopping global warming kick?”
“Yes, but these are what’s left over from his pre-Captain Planet phase and I promised to recycle.”
Nora started laughing as she pictured her buff brother-in-law wearing tight spandex while he flew around town with a group of racially diverse children with super powers.
“Now I’m going to have to call him Captain Planet all the time.”
Sam and Nora both doubled over laughing like lunatics. When they finally calmed down they collapsed against each other on the couch and sighed. Sometimes it was like they were teenagers again. It had been she and Sam against the world back in those days, but they had kept each other standing, and in the end they’d both ended up okay.
“So, tomorrow,” Sam said. “I’m thinking we can meet up for coffee at like nine o’clock and then hit the shops on Michigan. I need to pick up a bunch of stuff for the kids and I need to look for a new couch for the den. Plus, I need to hit up the lingerie store for bras and add some members to my support group.”
Nora had forgotten about their plans for tomorrow. She’d been so busy with work and the fact that she’d accidentally sliced her arm open on a sharp shelf yesterday that it had flown out of her mind.
She looked down at her forearm at the thought of all those stitches. The stupid thing still ached like a beast, but it hadn’t been the first time and it sure as shootin’ wasn’t going to be the last. It seemed like every five minutes she was cutting herself, or burning herself, or catching her bangs on fire.
Ah, the hazards of a giant klutz working in a kitchen.
You know that your ability to screw up is top notch when the triage nurses and ER doctors start to know you by name. It was a good thing she had insurance because stitches didn’t come cheap and she didn’t plan on relinquishing her kitchen anytime soon.
“Yo, earth to my space cadet sister!” Sam waved her hand in front of Nora’s face before flicking her on the nose, causing Nora to flinch away.
“Hey! Quit with the theatrics. I’m listening.”
Sam gave her a patented I’m a mother and your big sister, and I don’t believe that for a minute stare down. It was equal parts frown, disbelief, and censure.
“All right, so I wasn’t listening, but your coffee and shopping plan for tomorrow sounds great.”
Sam didn’t relinquish her look right away, but eventually she blew out a breath and laughed.
“Fine. I’ll see you at the café at nine tomorrow morning.” Sam said as Nora hauled herself off the couch and grabbed her bag. Sam yelled after her as she made her way to the front door. “And wear tennis shoes this time!”
“Yes, mom!” Nora yelled back and slammed the front door with a satisfying thump of defiance. Where had she put those wedge tennis shoes with the three-inch heels?
*** *
Nora Connolly sat in the café down the street from Sam’s apartment enjoying her morning coffee while waiting for her sister to arrive. It was a modern-style coffee shop that turned into more of a bar at night. She and Sam frequented the little café quite a bit. It was usually less busy than some of the others on the block, plus they liked giving their money to a more mom and pop type of store rather than one of the faceless chain places.
Not to mention there was usually some pretty fabulous eye candy with Winterman Security being across the street. It turned the little café into a bit of a hotspot for the former-military caffeine enthusiasts, which usually meant that any time of day there was at least one buff guy with a bad boy attitude and unholy grin drinking coffee and providing fantasy fodder for every woman in the place.
Nora openly studied the fine male specimen before her. She had no qualms about him seeing her check him out either, since he did the same thing to her all the time.
Every time Nora saw Jack Coleman she couldn’t help but hear the theme song from Power Rangers play in her head. However, to his credit, Jack would have made that shiny spandex uniform look way better than the White Ranger ever did. It would mold to his glorious physique in all the right places.
She had known Jack since she was in high school, and he looked even better now than he had back then. That was saying something because he had looked damn good at seventeen.
Jack was absolutely drool-worthy. Standing at about two or three inches over six feet, he had broad shoulders and a trim waist. He also did more heavy weight lifting than most of the men she knew, so he seemed to have rippling muscles. Nora figured it was part military- honed gym skills and part good old-fashioned genetics.
Nora shook her head and tried to get the image of tracing the lines of each one of his muscles with her tongue out of her brain. He was wearing his blonde hair longer than he ever had, probably a bit of rebellion after his time in the Marines and subsequent years spent as a mercenary in Asia and the Middle East.
While Jack wasn’t beautiful, his features were cut and raw. He was manly and rugged. The man had a jaw that looked like it had been chiseled from a rock.
Just looking at him had her getting hot. One look at him and she was thinking clashing mouths, handcuffs, and rough, sweaty sex. Secretly, she was hoping eventually he would do something about their lightning attraction, but he kept holding back.
A few years ago her sister Sam had married her longtime boyfriend, Matt Taylor. Jack had pawed at his date through the entire ceremony and reception. That was, of course, after he scared Nora’s date off with some sort of threat of pain or maiming.
She had been fuming at his high-handed arrogance around the side of the house, out of view of wedding guests, when he’d come to find her. She couldn’t help but remember how good he’d looked in his tux. Hell, what was she talking about? The man made any form of clothing look downright sinful. She figured he would look even more sinful wearing nothing at all.
“What are you doing? Come back to the party. They’re throwing the bouquet soon and Sam will need you,” Jack had grumbled at her as he came around the side of the house and spotted her.
Nora had let out a very unladylike snort at that. The idea of catching the bouquet was utterly ridiculous. It wasn’t like she would be able to find anyone to marry her even if she did catch the stupid thing, not with Jack running off all of her prospects.
When she told him as much, she saw his shoulders tense and his hands fist. Nora had no idea what he had to be angry about, but she had been sick of his antics.
“What’s your problem, Jack? You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else near me either? I’m getting sick and tired of you and this stupid, ass backward game you’re playing. I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m done with you!”
Nora stomped forward with every intention of shoving her way past him, but at the last second he grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against his body. Her skin sizzled and he slid a hand to the back of her neck beneath her hair while the other locked around her at the small of her back.
“Well, I’m not done with you,” he growled.
The hand in her hair twisted and the arm around her waist tightened while his lips conquered hers in an almost brutal fashion. When she offered no resistance, his lips softened and she found herself melting into his kiss. With every pass of his tongue she felt her panties getting wetter. And judging by the way he pressed his groin into her stomach, he wasn’t unaffected either.
When his hand moved from its location around her waist to squeeze her ass, Nora released a moan. The pleasure of his hands and mouth were overwhelming. She had waited so long for him to do something like this.
Alas, it was too good to be true. Her moan seemed to break the spell and Jack shoved her roughly away from him.
“That was a mistake. We can’t get involved, Nora.” He shook his head and looked at her like he was pleading with her to understand. “It can’t happen again.”
Was he trying to convince her or himself?
Then his words hit home. A mistake? That kiss that had just scorched her nerve endings was a mistake?
Ugh! That man couldn’t go five minutes without driving her crazy.
“Damn right it won’t happen again, Jack Coleman. You think being with me is a mistake? Fine! Stay the hell away from me then. I’ll find someone who doesn’t think moments with me are mistakes. And stay away from my dates!”
She gave him a parting look that would have been fatal if looks could do such things. When she shoved past him a second time, he called her name and reached for her hand again, but she ripped it away.
She wrapped her anger around herself like a shield so she wouldn’t breakdown and cry in the middle of Matt and Sam’s reception, but later that night, after she’d made it to the safety of her own house, she let the tears loose like a waterfall.
After that day, she and Jack went back to being only friends. To Nora’s rose-tinted eyes, their friendship had a new element of closeness to it, but Jack never made another advance. He continued to make bawdy comments when they were in public just as he did with everyone, but he never made another physical move toward her.
Sam plopped down in the seat across from Nora, startling her mind back to the present.
“I’m sorry that I’m late. I let Matt get Olivia ready this morning and she came downstairs with only two thirds of her hair in a ponytail, an orange skirt, purple tank top, and red cowboy boots. It took me fifteen minutes just to repair the damage that he’d done.”
They both laughed at that. Olivia was their youngest child and Matt, for all his fine qualities as a father, failed miserably at every attempt to assist in getting his daughter ready. Nora figured he did it in an attempt to get Sam to stop asking him to help, but she couldn’t prove it.
“Did the kids go to Matt’s parents for the day?” She and Sam had planned on coffee and then taking a long shopping trip in downtown Chicago.
 “Nope, they’re hanging out with Matt. He, Sebastian, and Jack are going to take them to the zoo apparently. I told them that we might meet them for dinner. Is that okay?”
“Of course that’s fine. We’ll be starved by that time anyway. Besides, your husband always picks up my bill, so I’d be an idiot to turn down a free dinner.”
*** *
Nora had forgotten how unforgiving of a shopper Sam could be. After a full day of hitting the stores, they were beat and Nora was regretting her shoe choice. They’d done their work and driven Sam crazy, but Nora hadn’t thought through the ramifications of actually wearing them all day. The only reprieve she’d gotten had been while in the cab driving from one end of Michigan Avenue to the other.
As fun as these trips to the city were, Nora couldn’t wait to get home, put on her sweats, slip her feet into her horribly cliché pink bunny slippers, and watch an old movie on the black and white cinema channel.
First, however, she was going to have to get through dinner.
Sam had called Matt during the afternoon to tell him where to meet them for dinner. As they entered the little Italian restaurant, the hostess greeted them. Sam told her she was looking for three men with three kids. The girl blushed and smiled brightly as she directed them to where the men and kids were seated.
Obviously the guys had made quite an impression on the poor hostess. They tended to do that on their own, but when you put them all together in the same room, any woman would fall prey to the pure virile masculinity and gorgeous features, not to mention their outrageous charm. Each one of them had their own charisma, but when they were all together they were lethal.
When she and Sam approached the table, all of the men stood. Sam kissed her husband before sitting beside him. This left one seat open for Nora, next to Jack. Figures. She suspected foul play. Her friends were trying to set them up, and to their eternal dismay, it definitely wasn’t working. They just kept trying anything they could think of, hoping something would stick.
“So ladies, how was shopping?” Matt asked as he handed Olivia and Heath more crayons so they could continue to draw on their children’s menus. Sam’s oldest, Audrey, was currently engrossed in her attempt to capture Sebastian during a rather giggly thumb war.
“It was great. I got some clothes for the kids and some kitchen stuff, but the bigger news is that I found the perfect couch for your den. It’s being delivered on Tuesday!”
Matt groaned and pretended to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “How much is that costing me?”
Sam just chuckled and shoved at his shoulder. “Not too much.
Besides, I refuse to keep that ratty old thing that some pothead pulled out of an estate sale in the seventies.” Sam levelled her that’s the way things are going to be look.
Matt’s couch had been a source of constant bickering between the couple since college. It really was atrocious—brown, orange, and what Nora assumed used to be white, now more of a dirty yellow color. One of the cushions looked like bong water had been spilled on it, which it very well may have been, and the cushion covers were falling apart.
Matt, however, loved it and didn’t want to give it up, but Sam was apparently putting her foot down.
“Fine, but it had better at least be comfortable. If you got us a couch that looks good and sucks to sit on I’m going to be forced to...” Matt let his sentence trail off as he looked around the table. Instead of finishing his sentence he gave his wife a menacing glare that she scoffed at.
“What will you be forced to do, little brother? Inquiring minds want to know.” Sebastian set his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. He looked at his brother with enthusiastic mock interest.
Sebastian, Matt’s half-brother, couldn’t ever resist and opportunity to razz someone.
Besides, it wasn’t a secret what Matt and Sam’s sexual proclivities were, and Sebastian loved to tease them at every opportunity. It was their fault. If they would stop getting so embarrassed by it, Sebastian would stop thinking it was funny.
“Fuck you, Sebastian.”
“Daddy!” A little gasp came from Audrey. “You said a bad word. You need to say you’re sorry and put a dollar in the cussing cup,” she said with her little voice.
Nora stifled a laugh. Sam had made sure her children were incredibly polite. At least Audrey and Heath were. Olivia was still too small to say much more than stilted, incomplete sentences.
The ‘cussing cup’ was an idea that Nora and Sam had concocted to get everyone to stop cursing around the kiddos. The guys kept trying to call it a swear jar so it would sound more manly. Even though they were the only ones contributing money, the girls kept it the cussing cup.
Matt apologized for his cursing while simultaneously kicking Sebastian’s shin under the table. He also handed a dollar over to Sam. They used the money for the weekly trip to the ice cream shop. Thanks to the time the guys had spent in the military, there was usually plenty of cash.
Nora couldn’t help but smile at the camaraderie they all had. Sam and Matt had started dating in high school. She had become friends with Matt and Sebastian since there was only a year age gap between her and Sam. Jack was best friends with Matt and Sebastian and had gone into the Marines with Sebastian right after high school.
Nora liked to think of them as a tight little family. After all, weren’t friends supposed to be the families you choose for yourself?
She couldn’t help but enjoy the warm feeling that having a family, of sorts, created. It had been only her and Sam for a while and it was nice to have other people around who cared about her. Especially now, since Sam had become a wife and mother. Nora still lived in the house that they’d shared after their parents had passed away.
Ian and Jana Connolly had been killed after they were forced off the road by a semi-truck. Nora had been a senior in high school and Sam had been in her first year at Chicago University. Even after all these years, Nora still missed them like crazy.
Her dad had been the strong and steady type, an Irishman through and through. He’d never had a lot to say, but he’d been wise and loving. Her mother had been a total cuckoo bird. She’d loved bright colors and never shut up. If she weren’t talking then she would hum and sing and tap pencils.
That’s what Nora remembered most about her childhood—color and noise. And love. They’d never doubted how much their parents loved each other and their daughters.
As if he could sense her sudden melancholy state, Jack reached his hand out to grasp hers and stroke it comfortingly. Even though she was sure the gesture wasn’t meant to be sexual, any touch he gave her set her on fire. To her utter horror she could feel her nipples bead against the front of her cotton t-shirt for everyone’s viewing pleasure. The horny little tramps were pleading for attention and apparently didn’t care if they humiliated her in the process.
As if he knew her thoughts, she saw Jack’s gaze dip from her face to her chest. After catching an eye full of her headlight situation, the side of his mouth picked up in a little grin of satisfaction. She morphed from consoled and horny to pissed in zero point two seconds.
One minute the jerk was comforting her and next he was making her mad as hell. She slid her fingers up to his wrist under the guise of moving his hand inward on her thigh before she pinched the inside of his wrist as hard as she could with her nails.
He jerked back his offended arm to cradle it in his lap as he rubbed her mark with his thumb. He scowled fiercely at her, but she just gave him her best shit-eating smile before she turned away to the waitress to give the woman her order.
When the waitress turned her attention to Jack he gave her his biggest grin that showed off his dimples and gave her his order with a wink. When he turned back to the table, he had a satisfied smirk. Nora wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face, but she couldn’t think of anything to say other than to call him a butthead.
Really mature, Nora. Letting jealousy turn you into a five year old is a great idea. Then you and Audrey can compare insults.
*** *
Once Nora was back in the car with Sam for the ride home, she knew the questions about dinner would start. Sam had seen what had transpired all throughout dinner between her and Jack. She was just waiting for Sam to start barraging her with questions.
When she didn’t, Nora studied her sister’s face questioningly. “Well?”
“Well, what?” Sam glanced over at her with a questioning look but Nora saw the humor in her eyes and the way her mouth tried not to smile.
“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” Nora crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. She seemed to be in a five-year-old mood lately.
“Look, honey. I know that you and Jack have a thing going. You know that you and Jack have a thing going. The only problem seems to be convincing Jack that you two have something. I don’t know what his deal is or why he is acting this way, but in the meantime it is a little funny the way you two bicker and bitch all while undressing each other with your eyes.”
“Well, I’m glad that we can be entertaining.” She couldn’t take too much offense though. She knew that if she had been the outsider looking in, she would have been amused too.
After walking into her house, Nora hit the button on her phone to listen to her messages, though she didn’t think she’d have any since she’d just been with everyone who would have called her.
There were five messages. She was surprised and a little bit excited. For some weird reason, she loved having messages. It was like opening the mailbox and seeing a greeting card instead of a grocery ad.
Hitting play, she listened and deleted the first four messages since they were blank. She was a little disappointed. The last message however had her breaking out into a cold sweat and nearly hyperventilating.
“Hello, my gorgeous girl.” Nora shivered with the memories. “I’m so glad I found you. I’m on my way to see you, beautiful. We can make some new memories together. I’ll see you soon.”
Nora sank to the floor because her legs were shaking so badly she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. It had been months since she had heard that voice. The last time had been at the CIA field office, and he had stared at her the entire time with a satisfied smirk on his face. Even when the scary guys in black suits moved to take him away, he blew her a kiss. She shivered at the memory.
She had thought she was safe. She had been so wrong. She couldn’t stop the chills that overtook her body. She needed to figure out what to do, but she was having trouble breathing and standing, so formulating plans was not going to work at the moment.
She knew she wouldn’t be safe in the house alone. She loved her house, but she wasn’t under any delusions that it wouldn’t be easy to break into the large Victorian by breaking a door or window. She was pretty sure that she’d be fine for the night, but anything after that she’d need to figure something out for protection.
What she really wanted to do was pick up and run away to some foreign country, but she couldn’t. She’d put a lot of time and emotional effort into a life not lived in fear.
She needed help. Nora picked up her cell phone and hit the speed dial. Voicemail.
“Sam, it’s me. He’s back, Sam. He called me. I don’t know what I should do. Please call me as soon as you can.”
She hung up, knowing that Sam would get the message at some point.
The exhaustion from the day of shopping combined with the new stress hit her like a bullet train. She dragged herself into bed but didn’t bother with getting undressed. She just toed off her tennis shoes and crawled in. She fell right to sleep but it was restless and full of nightmares.  
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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Sand and Sin by Dani Jace Cover Reveal!

Title: Sand and Sin 
Author: Dani Jace 
Publisher: Lyrical Press 
Genre: Romance Erotica 
Format: Kindle 

The heart has a mission of its own…

Wounded in more ways than one, Navy SEAL Jax Taylor only understands short-term commitments. And when he walks into the Trident Bar in Virginia Beach, beautiful bartender Peri Halstead sizes him up right away. But that doesn’t stop her from teasing him with her sultry sarcasm, or taking him home—after she finds him passed out cold in the parking lot…

Soon enough, Jax is recovering at Peri’s in return for doing some handyman work, and the sexy sparks are flying—in almost every room in the house. Peri tells herself she deserves some fun, especially now that she’s a single mom with a cheating ex to deal with. But when it’s time for her and Jax to go their separate ways, the miles between them—and the danger that’s about to touch both their lives—has them wondering if Jax can learn to love more than the mission…

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Dani Jace enjoys writing headstrong, flip-flop casual heroines and everyday heroes who work with their hands―and other body parts. Claiming the Outer Banks of North Carolina as her second home, she includes the scenic and legendary chain of barrier islands as a setting for many of her tales. When not working on her next novel, she’s dipping her toes in the ocean, reading or checking out the newest action flick. Her husband, son and black Lab, plus her many imaginary characters make life complete. Please visit her at danijace.com or Twitter: @dani_jace. You can also email her at  

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Just One Reason and Tamed By the Outlaw Book Feature - Win a Gift Card!

Tamed by the Outlaw and Just One Reason

JoR_500 Title: Just One Reason
Author: Brooklyn Skye
Publisher: Entangled Lovestruck
Pages: 128
Genre: Romance
Format: Kindle

He's more than she bargained for...

As far as Declan Waterford is concerned, women are off limits-at least until he can earn enough money for his brother's surgery. The dueling piano gig at Vegas's Masquerade hotel barely pays enough...but if Declan can convince his boss to promote him, he'll be set. And the Senior VP of the hotel's gorgeous daughter might just be the "in" Declan needs.

 Between drowning in mistakes at her editorial internship and fighting off her father's demands that she relocate to Vegas and join his hotel empire, Melody Sumner doesn't have time for love-or one-night stands with sexy Irish piano players-no matter how appetizing Declan is. But even though she knows he's only interested in her for one reason, the intense chemistry between them has her thinking dangerous thoughts...
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TbtO_500Title: Tamed by the Outlaw
Author: Michelle Sharp
Publisher: Entangled Lovestruck
Pages: 114
Genre: Romance
Format: Kindle

 He's taking on the bad girl of romance...

 Author Jessie Jameson is the Bad Girl of romance, making a huge name for herself writing love stories with sizzling hot sex scenes. No one needs to know that her real-life inspiration is sexy publishing exec Grayson Reynolds. Or that after the hottest sex of her life, Grayson walked out on her. Grayson's finally taken the reins of his family's publishing business, and he's determined to sell off the romance division. But Jessie Jameson's contract is complicating things. It's like she's been trying to ruin him ever since the mind-blowing night they shared-the night she walked out on him. Now the sparks are flying. Heated, sexy sparks. It's a Wild West showdown between Jessie and Grayson. But when Romance ends up in bed with Business, only one can walk away...

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Michelle Sharp  
Award-winning author, Michelle Sharp, has been nominated for a 2014 National Readers Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense and Best First Book. In addition, her debut novel Dream Huntress has been selected as a finalist in the 2015 Daphne Du Maurier award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense.

Although she has a degree in Journalism from Southern Illinois University, she finds weaving tales of danger, deception, and love much preferable to reporting the cold, hard facts. Her goal in life? To team resilient, kickass heroines with the sexy Alpha’s who love them.

As most authors probably are, she is an avid reader. Growing up in St. Louis has made her a die-hard Cardinals fan, and having a child with Down Syndrome has made her passionate about all issues regarding special needs kiddos. She’s also a proud member of Romance Writers of America and Missouri Romance Writers. You can learn more about her at, where you will also find links to her social media.
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Michelle and Brooklyn are  giving away a $10 Gift Card!

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  • By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
  • One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one $10 Gift Certificate to Amazon or Barnes and Noble
  • This giveaway begins August 17 and ends on September 11.
  • Winners will be contacted via email on September 12.
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