Special Guest @PiperKayAuthor

Today's Special Guest is my awesome pubsister Piper Kay!!

Hayden Montgomery has always been a determined and passionate person, but when his dad passes away, he fears he is lost. Stuck in an abusive relationship, Hayden just wants a way out. Falling down the rabbit hole, Hayden questions his life, and where he belongs in it, or even if he belongs in it.

And then a friend from the past returns. Joseph Mitchell has always been Hayden’s very best friend. After losing touch for a while, Hayden is overjoyed to have Joseph back in his life. Now with Joseph’s love, Hayden finds a way to live again.

But Joseph harbors secrets, secrets that could get them both killed.

Will Joseph risk spilling them to Hayden or take them to the grave?

Can two best friends trust each other and survive over distance, through time and circumstances? Or will they only have Kisses from Heaven at the end?

EXCERPT: 

“You do realize that you’ve got me entirely messed up in the head right now, I can’t even think straight.” The grin fades from Joseph’s face.

“How so?” I caress across his cheeks with my thumbs. “I didn’t mean to confuse you about anything.”

“I’m about to do something I never thought I would do in my life.” His body begins to tremble against mine and he pulls back for just a second and clears his throat. He licks over his bottom lip and all I can do is watch him. It’s sexy as sin. Before I can ask what he’s talking about, he curls me in closer to him. His warm and moist lips press against mine, then pucker. He quickly pulls back. “I’m sorry, I’m nervous, I’ve never done this before, Hayden.”

Oh Yessss!

“Kiss? Yes, you have, I’ve seen it.”

“No, not kiss, but kiss a man. Kiss you like this, you’re my best friend, but I can’t help it right now,” he confides. “I’d often thought about it though, but only where you were concerned. I didn’t think about other men, only you.”

He takes a deep breath, then parts my lips with a slither of his tongue. He delves inside, and the chase begins. It’s a dynamic and instant connection, he moves slowly one way, and my tongue dashes after his, slicking around the tip, then we pucker together and pause. God, the taste of him is deliciously sweet, not a bitter bud on him. He doesn’t even taste like the Scotch we’ve been drinking.

His beautiful blue eyes open, as do mine, and then close again. I love the way he kisses me. So real, so fucking real and full of passion. He laps at my lips, then slowly sucks them into his mouth, tickling them then releases. His tongue dives deeper inside my mouth, then pulls out and he does it again, never skipping a beat. It’s pure perfection to me. I’ve never been kissed this way, not ever.

Oh Chryst, I’m in heaven with him. There’s no pressure or guilt, or a knock coming upside the head out of nowhere, just an overwhelming sense of security. It’s just us, no one around to hurt me or take away a good feeling. Only Joseph and me, alone, and I can finally have one full emotion without interruption.

His warm breath pants against me and I want him so bad, but it’s not my place to go there with him. This is way to new, these feelings and emotions and now I can’t think clear anymore either.

His breath… I just can’t let go of it, especially when it slows. I know he’s ready to pull away, but I can’t let him. Not yet. It would totally crush me right now. I push back into his mouth, and the cycle turns.

I run my tongue between his teeth and gums, licking all the way around his mouth, drawing in his lips when I can, and he lets out a gasp of air. I inhale it as it escapes, swallowing it down as far as I can, so I always have a part of him inside of me, because I already know this won’t ever be able to continue with us.

I stop kissing him now. “I’m sorry, don’t think I tried to do this on purpose, I would never go this route with you. Not on purpose.” I tighten my arms around him.

“I know you wouldn’t, I’m actually not surprised though. Everyone back in the day used to think we went there anyway, right?” He grins.

I give him a quick peck on the lips. “Hell, I don’t know, and don’t really care for that matter. That’s their deal, not ours.” I start laughing.

“They always wanted something to talk about.” He arches a brow.

I know this look well. “Well, this would flip their lid, huh?”

Joseph starts cracking up. When he finishes, he pulls me in tight again, me still sitting on his lap like an idiot. He tightens his grip around me, adjusting his hands where one is on the back of my shoulder blade and the other caressing up and down my spine and he presses his lips to mine again.

“Let’s give them all something to talk about then.”

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Special Guest Author @SuzanaWylie!

   Today's Special Guest is Author Suzana Wylie! Enjoy and Comment!

Answers may be found in the desert, if the right questions are asked.

With Matteo Velasco and Dusan Sokolov, the questions are simple. It’s the answers that are complicated.

Teo’s answers are found in sharing existence with his pet-who-is-more, Raveneye, until the day Dusan walks into the desert resort spa where Teo works. 

Dusan’s answers are found in meditation spent battling the beast he knows he harbors within, until the day Teo sees and touches his wounds. 

Their encounter brings more questions, and to have any hope of sorting out the answers, each man will need the help offered by Raveneye and the beautiful transwoman who cares for them both.

Dusan—straight, assassin, immortal. Teo—gay, seeker, human. When men look at life… and death… through the eye of the raven, will they see the answers hidden in the desert?

Excerpt:

“Are you going to give, or do I need to pour some serious tequila down your throat?”

Teo looked up from his computer station in the spa’s reception area. “What are you talking about, Edie?”

“You have circles under your eyes. You don’t always hear the first time you’re spoken to. You left the door open during that massage this morning. And honey, he wasn’t at all cute, so I didn’t want to see what I saw in there.” She raised a brow. “Stand up.”

She looked him over, then signaled for him to turn. “You’ve lost weight. Are you eating? Strike that. Are you eating right?”

“I’m fine.” Teo sat, turning back to the computer.

“You are not fine. We’ve known each other how many years now? Five? More than that.”

“Seven.”

“OK, seven. You aren’t fine and you know it.” She propped against his desk and tapped her fingernail on her teeth. “Something’s been wrong with you for a couple of weeks now.” She glanced around and went on in a lower voice, “Have you been out in the desert every night? Are you tripping every night now?”

Teo glared at her. “You shouldn’t mention that here!”

Edie raised her hands in placation, and said, “Okay, okay, calm down. You’re right, and I’m sorry. But I care, Teo. Something is wrong and I care.”

“I know.” 

“You know I don’t gossip. Well, I do, but only about the unimportant things like shoes and who’s dating who in Hollywood and shit. Not about people I care about.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Teo stared at his computer screen for a moment, then turned back to her. “Are you saying that there’s gossip going around?”

Edie discovered a piece of lint on her skirt. “Why would you think that?”

“Damn. What are they saying, Edie?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it at work, don’t you think you’d better quit talking about it at work?”

After a long moment, Teo sighed. “Drinks, after work?”

“Sure. Your place?”

“The bar. No liquor at the cottage.”

“Well, there’s your problem, dude. You need to get drunk.” She studied him again. “And laid, I’d say.”

When he glared again, she laughed. “I know. I’m not your type. Just saying you should find someone and do ‘em.”

“It doesn’t work that way for me, Edie, and you know it.”

“Maybe it’s time to give it a try, just once. We’ll check Grindr later.”

“Edie, this is a gay resort. I don’t need Grindr. All I have to do is smile.”

Suzana Wylie is the non-so-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson. Suzana is a Southern girl who’s proud to be far less Southern than most. She credits the two years spent in extreme northern Maine and the ten years in western New York with knocking off the remnants of Southern from her. Though she does still eat grits. She’s been writing since she figured out which end of the pencil to lick, but only published in novel form in the last few years. Since she spent most of her early life, up through college at least, knowing that she didn’t fit in with the girls and enjoying hanging out with the boys better (which is still true, but no longer the source of angst), she’s always had a fascination for M/M relationships and the dynamic, so different from M/F relationships. Though there are women in her books, they’re not the love interest, no matter how great a role they may play in the story. When Suzana isn’t writing or reading, she’s likely to be coloring or drawing, or blending her two personalities by knitting while yelling at the football game on TV.

Blog link:

http://suzanawylie.com 

Special Guest - Author Dana Marton!

Today's Special Guest is Author Dana Marton!

After the death of his wife and twin sons, Army vet Ian Slaney is a shadow of his former self. On the path of self-destruction, only his best friend's disappearance in South America pulls Ian back from the ledge. He rushes to Brazil, only to discover that his friend was murdered. The single lead in the case is also the single biggest obstacle--Daniela, a mysterious beauty very much in need of protection, with a host of secrets hidden in a dark past. As the two of them track down clues and try to untangle an impossible case, they draw the attention of all the wrong people, and danger follows them back to the US.

Ian wants the murderers. Daniela wants Ian to acknowledge the hot sparks of passion between them. But convincing Ian to set aside his protective instincts proves more difficult than teaching a water buffalo to tap dance.

TAKE YOURSELF ON AN EPIC ROMANTIC ADVENTURE to another world, with a spellbinding story about love and hate, honor and evil, hope and justice set against the exotic backdrop of the teeming Amazon rain forest.


GIRL IN THE WATER
Excerpt:

A couple of boats had been dragged up on the flat of the riverbank. Nobody around. Ian sat in the shade of the largest boat and pretended to be watching the barges and tugboats going past him.

He stole a glance at the house, hoping to spot Finch. Nothing there, but something rising out of the water maybe thirty feet from him caught his attention.

At first, he thought it might be a caiman—South America’s version of an alligator. Caimans were native to the area, although, he had no idea if they lived in this part of this particular river.

But instead, out of the river, rose a young woman.

She seemed to be struggling with…an anaconda?

When the shiny black, long body wrapped around hers, Ian moved, ready to dive into the water to help her, but she had the upper hand and dragged the wriggling beast toward shore with a triumphant smile, and he could see that she had a giant eel.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the thing. The eel stretched as long as the woman was tall, over five feet. They wrestled in the mud, the scene stunningly primal and elemental.

She had a piece of rag tied around her small breasts, and another around her slim waist, covering only the private parts of her body. She was the most stunning sight he’d ever seen, long dark hair streaming down in wet rivulets. A goddess risen.

A goddess in mortal struggle.

His western sensibilities pushed him to run and help, but the woman and the eel and their battle seemed somehow the spirit of the Amazon itself, and he felt like an interloper. He felt that he couldn’t take the woman’s triumph away from her.

And she did win, dragging the eel to shore, grabbing a rock the next second and smashing the eel’s head. The eel was still squirming when, with the same, sharp-edged rock, she gutted the thing, dumping the insides back into the river. She was not a peaceful goddess.

She washed the eel efficiently, then picked up the carcass and carried it, staggering under the weight, up the tall, steep bank, and in through the back door of the house Ian had been watching.

Ian’s chin might have dropped a little. Or a lot. In fact, he felt as if his chin just hit his lap.

Who on earth was she?

Kindle US: https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Water-Dana-Marton-ebook/dp/B01LW3QXT4
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Special Guest Author Nicky James!

Today's Special Guest is Author Nicky James!

Maybe tomorrow it will be better…

Zander Baker has spent years forcing a smile onto his face to make the world believe he is a happy man. In reality, it’s a façade for the battered person he truly is. Living a life imprisoned in an abusive relationship, Zander doesn’t know how to break free. Ordinary enjoyments are not within his reach. Not only has he lost all his friends, but over the last seven years, he’s lost himself as well.

Tanner Mathews has recently returned to the city and needs to start life all over again. New job, new friends and a new relationship are top of his list. When he meets his niece’s new preschool teacher he is drawn in by his good looks and shy personality. Sadly, Zander is involved with someone else.

Settling for friendship, Tanner soon realizes there is a lot more to Zander than what he shows the world. As their friendship struggles to grow, and details about Zander’s life come to the surface, Tanner finds himself unexpectedly falling in love. His heart aches for Zander and all he wants to do is help the man break free.

Can Tanner help Zander reclaim his life?

Will his feelings for his friend interfere with his intentions?

What happens if it all goes wrong?

Will love conquer all in the end?

Author Bio:
My name is Nicole James and I write under the name Nicky James. I live in the small town of Petrolia, Ontario, Canada and I am a mother to a wonderful teenage boy (didn't think those words could be typed together...surprise) and wife to a truly supportive and understanding husband, who thankfully doesn't think I'm crazy.

I have always had two profound dreams in life. To fall back hundreds of years in time and live in a simpler world, not bogged down by technology and to write novels. Since only one of these was a possibility I decided to make the other come alive on paper.

I write MM Romance novel of different varieties from fantasy to historical and I dabble in contemporary.


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Special Guest Terri Talley Venters and New Release!

Luke’s Lithium by Terri Talley Venters

What if someone cloned you? And then abducted you twenty-five years later?

In Luke’s Lithium, handsome Luke Allen, a witty, yet shy trust brat, volunteers at the FDNY with his firefighting comrades. Luke has it all, except for love. Abducted by Create Life Technologies, along with 5000 others, Luke learns the shocking truth behind their cloning research and their evil intentions. But the loss of his freedom comes with a silver lining, he falls for beautiful Gretchen, another abducted Create Life Clone. Luke’s Lithium is full of surprises, new romances, rescues and a switcheroo. But will Luke and Gretchen ever be free of Create Life?

Luke’s Lithium is the much anticipated companion book/spin off of the Carbon Copy Trilogy, written from Luke Allen’s point of view. Luke is the twin brother of Lilly Allen, the heroine in the Carbon Copy Trilogy. Luke’s story covers the time frame of all three books in the trilogy, Carbon Copy, Tin Roof, and Silver Lining.

An Elements of Mystery Book

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Special Guest Thursday with Rebecca M. Gibson (@TheRGibson)!

Today's Special Guest is Rebecca M. Gibson! Enjoy & Comment!!

Diamonds Fall

"She noticed, as if in a dream, a single diamond hair comb fall to the floor. The sparkling jewels landed face down in the mud."

Annabel Maria Hoddington is the epitome of high society. She has everything money can buy and as befits a lady of her station, is engaged to the richest bachelor in England. However, on the day of her eighteenth birthday - her perfect future on the brink of fulfilment - she is abducted and held hostage in an isolated village, where she finds herself entrapped in the harsh world of poverty. Forced to live amongst three mentally scarred siblings, she must adapt to her new, sinister world...or die. 

Author bio: Rebecca M. Gibson grew up in Cornwall, UK where inspiration was never hard to come by. From writing ghost stories on her mum’s computer, to completing her first novel, stories have always interested her. 

Fascinated by letters and poems written in the First World War, she tries to understand the complexities of emotion and the phenomenal strength of the human mind…or at least, that’s her justification for giving her characters more than their fair share of turmoil. She studied for a Psychology Degree at Aberystwyth University, although being a novelist has always been her dream.

Release day: July 1st! 

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/14016258.Rebecca_M_Gibson

Facebook: facebook.com/rebeccamgibsonauthor

Website: https://rebeccamgibson.com/

Special Guest Thursday with Author R. L. Weeks (@authorrlweeks)!

Today's Special Guest is Author R. L. Weeks! Enjoy & Comment!

What happens when someone decides to play a dangerous game on the world's biggest networking site? It gives everyone else a gateway to do the same. Follow the accounts of three sets of people as they all play their parts in the #yourenext hashtag with dire consequences.

#yourenext

Release date: May 27^th, 2016

R. l. Weeks is a fantasy and horror author living in Exeter, UK. She grew up in Devon surrounded by local folklore which she incorporates into her writing. 

Into the Myth, published by CHBB, One Way Out and See No Evil, published by Vamptasy, are available for purchase on Amazon and Kindle. 

She wants to write novels to inspire and help young people in the same way that fantasy books helped her. Horror is a genre that she wants to bring people back to 'it's such a deep genre. It's so much more than just scaring people, it gives them a sense of empowerment. I'm obsessed with the reality of the human condition and the darker shades of humanity. I try to tell my stories from a different viewpoint.' 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorrlweeks

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Email: authorrlweeks@gmail.com

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Website: www.authorrlweeks.com 

Special Guest Thursday with Author Kindra Sowder (@KindraKinnaman)!

Today's Special Guest is Author Kindra Sowder! Enjoy & Comment!!

There were only a few things Mila was afraid of. Most were pretty common fears including heights, the loss of family, and the loss of friends, but there is one fear that she has that is unique from so many around her. 

The fear of a secret. With one pin prick and drop of blood, her secret of a power beyond anything anyone had ever seen before was unleashed, landing her in a place away from her family where she was a prisoner; a lab rat to be poked and prodded. To be tested. And there are only a few that know what she is. 

Some are willing to save her, others want to exploit her for their own dark and sinister intentions, and it is up to her to stop them.

Kindra Sowder was born and raised in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA until the age of 12, when her family moved to Spartanburg, SC. She graduated from high school in 2006 with full honors and as a member of her high school Literary Club and the Spanish Honor Society. 

In January 2014, she graduated with her second degree in Psychology, earning her an AA and BA in the field. She began to write long before this though, forming the basis for theExecutioner Trilogy (being released in January 2015) at the age of 15. She got married to her husband Edd Sowder in May 2014 and still lives in Spartanburg, SC where she is basing Burning Willow Press. She is basing the company around the idea that she would be fair to all of its authors and not just a select few.

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Special Guest Thursday with M. A. Phipps (@authormaphipps)!

Don’t stand out. Blend in. Remain invisible. Those are the rules I lived by—the rules I thought would keep me alive. 

I was wrong.

Wynter Reeves is a law-abiding citizen of the State, a willing conformist whose daily life is haunted by terrorism and oppression. With the constant threat of death hanging over her like a shadow, she forces herself to live by a strict set of rules, all in the hope of ensuring she is never noticed. However, on her twenty-first birthday, as she prepares to take the placement exam that will determine her future within society, she begins to show symptoms of a rare and debilitating illness—ultimately attracting the attention of the State. Taken into the custody of the feared research facility known as the DSD, her worst nightmare becomes reality.

Ripped away from the life she knew, Wynter is forced to become the test subject of the mysterious Dr. Richter. Through him, she learns the true and terrifying nature of her condition: a disease called Ultraxenopia.

Excerpt:

“Her blood type,” she whispers in a hushed voice to the man. “It’s . . . changing.”

I may not know much about science, or anything medical having to do with the human body, but I know enough to be fairly certain that what she’s saying isn’t possible. Not naturally at least.

I gape at the man, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even seem to react to this news. His eyes simply follow the code for a while, his fingers rubbing his chin as if deep in thought.

When the process is finally complete, the sphere stops spinning and sinks back to the desktop, landing with a soft thud against the glass surface. Within seconds of touching down, the metal shifts until it’s once again nothing more than a silver bowl filled with blood.

The man straightens up, but his hand remains planted on his chin. Everyone in the room watches him in silence, as if waiting for him to speak.

Including me.

“Fascinating,” is all he says.

Without warning, he looks over at me, and my heart rate increases when his lips curl into a smile. For some reason, his expression is unnerving.

He begins to move toward me, his footsteps echoing off the floor—the sound growing louder as the distance between us shrinks. His gaze never leaves mine.

Stopping just in front of me, he flashes a kind smile. “Hello, Wynter,” he murmurs. “My name is Dr. Richter. I’ll be taking care of you.”

Taking care of me?

“Why am I here?” I breathe. My voice is shaky, and the dryness in my throat is apparent in each raspy word. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Shh, hush now,” he whispers. “All of your questions will be answered in time.”

He smiles once again, only breaking eye contact with me to glance down at his hand. I follow his gaze, the fear re-emerging when I see him pull a syringe from the depths of his coat pocket. His eyes flash back to mine, and I know he can sense my fear as well as the piercing screams tightly lodged in my throat.

“But for now,” he croons as he injects the syringe into one of the tubes in my right arm, “you must sleep.”

He takes a step away from me, that disconcerting expression still plastered across his face. I try to say something, but I can barely get out a single word before I feel the effects of the liquid as it enters my system. It rushes through me like a cold chill.

I want to fight against it, but it’s hopeless.

As the drowsiness returns to pull me under yet again, the doctor’s smile is all I can see.    

M. A. Phipps is an American author who currently resides in the picturesque English West Country with her husband, daughter, and their Jack Russell, Milo. A lover of the written word, it has always been her dream to become a published author, and it is her hope to expand into multiple genres of fiction. When she isn’t writing, you can find her counting down the days until the new season of Game of Thrones.

You can visit her online at maphipps.com

Official Webpage: http://maphipps.com

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Book Links

Amazon Links: smarturl.it/Ultraxenopia OR http://amzn.com/B01AP1AJYU

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Specail Guest Thursday with Author Jaidis Shaw (@JaidisShaw)!

Today's Special Guest is Author Jaidis Shaw! Enjoy & Comment!!

She wants a normal life. They want her dead. Destiny has other plans.

Twenty-year-old Alayna Scott receives visions around water, but even her foresight couldn’t prepare her for the tragic accident that claimed the lives of her parents. With everything she loves gone, Alayna packs up and moves to the small town of Juniper Grove in hopes of starting over.

Jayden McKnight can’t explain the attraction that he feels whenever Alayna is near, but he does know that he will do whatever it takes to win her heart. When a vampire selects Alayna as his next victim, Jayden will stop at nothing to ensure her safety – even if that means bringing Alayna into a world that she never knew existed.

Love blossoms, challenges are made, and Alayna will find herself fighting not only to survive, but to understand what she has become.

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/DestinyAwaits

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22607031-destiny-awaits

Excerpt:

Sunlight caught the crystal that hung from the rear view mirror, and rainbow bursts of color radiated throughout the car. My parents and I had gotten up early so that we could make the three-hour drive to my uncle’s house, but from the line of backed up traffic in front of us, it seemed that it would take us longer. I leaned back in my seat and let the music blaring in my earbuds help pass the time. My mother turned in her seat in the front, and I glanced at her. Seeing her mouth my name, I pulled one side of the earbuds out of my ear.


“What did you say?” I asked.

“I asked if you were hungry,” she replied. “Your father thinks that we should get off the interstate at the next exit and grab something to eat while the traffic clears up.”

“Sure, that’s fine with me. It’s a good idea, anyway, since Uncle John turned vegetarian. There’s no telling what he’s going to try to get us to eat.”

My father’s hearty laugh rumbled through the car. “Do you remember that rolled up spinach thing he tried to feed us last time?”

“How could I forget?” I said.

Mom sprung to her brother’s defense. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Then how come you didn’t eat it? I saw you slip it to the dog when you thought nobody was watching.” My father glanced at my mother while she tried to come up with a retort.

“If you saw that, then it’s obvious that I wasn’t sneaky enough.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window.

My dad laughed as he flipped on the turn signal and merged into the right lane, coming to a stop behind a logging truck. I looked at the long logs protruding from the flatbed. “It always makes me nervous when they hang off like that,” I said. A shiver raced over my body.

“It’s okay. They make sure to load them on so that they won’t come off,” my dad reassured me.

I opened my mouth to reply but stopped when I heard a screech of tires behind us. Turning my head, I locked eyes with the man in the driver’s seat of the truck that was hurtling toward us. The truck slammed into the back of our car, and my mother’s scream echoed in the tight space around me. A shower of white stars filled my vision as pain ripped through my shoulder and cut off my own scream. As the darkness closed in around me, I heard the faint shrill of sirens in the distance.

About the Author:

Jaidis Shaw currently resides in South Carolina with her husband and two beautiful daughters. With a passion for reading, Jaidis can always be found surrounded by books and dreaming of new stories. She enjoys challenging herself by writing in different genres and currently has several projects in the works.

Jaidis also owns and operates Juniper Grove Book Solutions, voted #1 Best Promotional Firm, Site, or Resource in the 2015 Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll. In her spare time, she maintains Scribbler’s Grove, an author-exclusive newsletter that offers tips on book marketing and building your author brand.

One of her main goals in life is to encourage her daughters to let their imaginations run wild.

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jaidis-Shaw/e/B0070OE758

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJaidisShaw

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Special Guest Thursday with Author Laurencia Hoffman (@iwritestories7)!

Today's Special Guest is Author Laurencia Hoffman! Enjoy & Comment! 

Vampire, Blake Auckley develops a wild and rebellious nature that puts him and all humans who are unlucky enough to make his acquaintance in danger. Abandoned by his maker, Melina, the night he was created, Blake is used to being on his own, but when she suddenly reappears in his life, it changes his world yet again.

Though forgiving and forgetting the past is hard, Blake and Melina attempt to put their differences aside and repair their relationship. However, with dark secrets and old wounds marking their souls, Blake's enemies not far behind, and so many obstacles still ahead they must fight to survive the danger, as well as each other.

Excerpt:

Being a vampire, Melina didn’t think she needed to wear a seat belt, but it would have saved her some cuts and bruises. Her head hit her window, breaking the glass. She immediately curled up into a ball so that she wouldn’t cause damage to anything that was sensitive. She had tried to make herself as small as possible, and it was a good thing because the car was totaled. She groaned as her eyes adjusted to the twisted metal. It had been such a beautiful car just a moment before, but now, she had to crawl out of it.

She had heard the loud crack of a bone breaking.

Blake’s movements were stiff as he attempted to clamber from the inside of the overturned car, though there was hardly a scratch on him.

“What the fuck was that all about?” he muttered to himself as he crawled along the grass, soon staggering onto his feet.

For almost an instant he had forgotten about her, “Melina?” he called her name as he stood there, then darting around to the other side, “Melina!”

He could distinctively hear the slam of car doors from up on the road and the rush of footsteps, followed by the occurrence of voices.

“We know you are still alive, so show yourself, you vampire bastard!”

What have I possibly done to aggravate them? He thought. Then again, he was always getting under someone’s skin.

Melina was irritated when she saw that her injured hand had a broken wrist attached to it. The blood from where the glass had cut was making her hair wet and covered her shirt—or Blake’s shirt—and her outfit was ruined. Growling in frustration, she crawled out of the car and grabbed on one of Blake’s hands to help herself up.

“I’m fine,” she assured him.

Blake watched her with a sense of relief. She appeared injured, but nothing too severe. He was just glad that she hadn’t been killed—anything could have easily impaled them.

“What the fuck is going on, Blake?” Melina asked. “What do they want?”

Crouching behind the overturned car, Blake could hear the voices of the werewolves at the top of the bank.

“If you don’t show yourself, we’ll come down there and tear you limb from limb!” they shouted.

Blake didn’t understand their idle threats in the slightest, but obviously he had done something to enrage them. Maybe slaughtering every werewolf that he encountered over the centuries had something to do with it.

“Step away from the scene, gentlemen ... and lady.” The two police officers who had been pursuing Blake and Melina had pulled up and intruded on the situation, their guns loaded and aimed at the group who were lingering at the edge of the bank.

“This doesn’t concern you, human.” One of them spat as he turned to face the officers who were cowering behind the open doors of their vehicle. Their arms rested over the top as they aimed their guns in the direction of the wolves.

“This is an official crime scene, and therefore does concern us. You intentionally knocked that car off the road and are all under arrest for murder.”

“Murder?” the dark haired and only female present in the group questioned the notion. “They are still alive ... though not for much longer once we get a hold of them.”

Astonished and slightly angered by their intentions, one of the officers moved away from the security of the car and approached, “that’s it; put your hands up, all of you. Do it now!”

They were amused more than anything else and completely unmoved by the police’s efforts to get them to co-operate.

“I won’t ask you again before I am forced to open fire.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two of the males rushed over to each officer and commenced killing them, with either a snap to the neck or a brutal disemboweling.

They seemed to disregard the fact that they were on a busy highway and any passerby could easily see their crimes.

Blake watched them as he remained behind the car, hardly concerned for what trouble was about to be brought his way. What was the worst they could do to him, really?

“I wonder what I did this time,” he mumbled to himself with a faint smirk upon his face.

Glancing about the surrounding area, it became obvious that there wasn’t really anywhere for them to hide, they would have to either run back up onto the road or into the woodlands behind them, but God knows where they would end up if they did that.

Looking back at the road, Blake noticed the wolves were descending the bank, heading toward the wrecked car.

He would have to think fast if they were to avoid confrontation, “Melina, run.”

Bio: Laurencia Hoffman is the author of four published books; Casting Stones, Wages of Sin: Bad Blood, Bittersweet and Star Crossed: Worlds Apart (published under her legal name: Jolene Poole).

Laurencia lives with her family in Michigan. When she's not writing she also enjoys making her own line of natural products, and watching films.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/iwritestories7

Special Guest Thursday with Author Amanda Ward (@Augustmum)!!

Today's Special guest is Author Amanda Ward, sharing her blurb and excerpt

Widowed Englishwoman Pann Haggerty has a list. A bucket list, if you will. A list gathered from dreams, romantic movies, and kitschy television programs. A list that has spent far too long buried beneath piles of dirty dishes, laundry baskets, and the needs of her grown children. Pann finally realizes it’s her time to follow her dreams. Armed with her list and an unparalleled sense of adventure, Pann leaves England for America. While there she meets New Yorker Joel Harper and together they rent an RV with the intentions of following Pann’s list. And, while love isn’t on the list, the close quarters of the RV certainly make for some interesting conversation. Before long both Pann and Joe realize they’ve discovered more than just America, they’ve found each other.

Excerpt

“Joe, would you mind getting me a couple of things please?” she asked him sweetly.

“Sure. What do you want?” he asked.

“Mug, key ring, magnet. Anything really.”

“Pann, what on earth are you up to?” Joe was suspicious.

“Nothing honestly. I’ll be waiting here when you get back. I’ll just go inside and have a look around,” Pann told him, packing as much innocence as she could muster into her voice.

“I’ll go then,” Joe said. Pann smiled and nodded. “I’m going,” he repeated, looking around for a shop that sold what she wanted. Pointing to a store on the other side of the road, he crossed over and left Pann alone.

“Toodles,” Pann replied cheerfully and put her idea into action.

***

When Joe came back to the meeting house less than half an hour later, he was laden down with bags. He was hoping he got the right things for her when the sight before him stopped him dead. He lifted his face to the sky and whispered, “Oh, jeez, not this. Not here. Not now.”

For standing on the steps was Pann wearing a Union Jack cap on her head and a frilly apron around her. She was handing out slices of cake and plastic cups of tea to anyone that would take it. A broad smile lit up her pixie like face and she was obviously having a fantastic time, laughing and chatting to tourists and residents alike.

“What do you think you are doing, Crazy Lady?” Joe said slowly.

“Well, duh,” Pann mocked him. “What does it look like? I’m having a tea party. Where better to have one than here?” she announced taking a bow. Cutting a piece of sunken, lopsided cake, Pann put it on a napkin and handed it to Joe.

“I knew you were up to something,” Joe muttered, taking a bite of the cake. It tasted much better than it looked.

“You can’t have a tea party without cake,” Pann said stubbornly.

Joe took a deep breath. “Wrong revolution, darlin’. That was the French one,” he informed her.

“And the tea party?” asked Pann, totally confused by all the history being thrown at her.

“To do with taxing of tea. Crates of it were thrown overboard and into the river.”

“That’s terrible. What an absolute waste of perfectly good tea.” Pann sniffed in disgust. She sat down with her own cup and munched on her cake.

Joe couldn’t resist taking a photograph of her.

“Say Tea Party!” he teased. Pann stuck her tongue out at him. Joe continued taking photographs anyway. She pulled up her jeans at one point, exposing red socks.

“Pann what are you wearing?”

“Red socks. You said Boston was the home of the Red Socks. So I am wearing them because I’m in Boston.”

“Pann, you crazy English lady. When I said Boston was home to the red socks, I meant the Red Sox. A baseball team,” Joe said slowly and carefully so she would understand.

“Baseball,” Pann thought for a moment. “Is that like rounders?”

“You have to be kidding me! You’ve never heard of baseball?” Joe’s voice was incredulous.

“Of course I have. You hit a ball with a round stick. Then run around the field and touch bases. That’s rounders.” The tone of her voice dared him to argue the toss.

“What about football?” Joe decided to open the can all the way.

“Rugby,” Pann countered.

“Soccer?”

“Football.” Pann was evidently enjoying her banter with him.

He sat down on the steps and put his head in his hands.

“Save me from the crazy English woman,” he pleaded to no one in particular.

“Sorry, pal. You’re on your own,” a passer-by retorted.

Pann sat down beside him and snuggled up and sighed happily

“That was fun,” she giggled girlishly whilst sipping yet another cup of tea. God, didn’t that woman ever get fed up with the stuff? Joe wondered. 

Amanda is originally from Bexleyheath, Kent in England. Born in 1971 she lives in Bedfordshire with her husband Matt, three children and two rather mad moggies.

A proud member of the Romance Novelist's Association, she is an author writing romance novels featuring the hero and heroine in their forties and fifties and more often with a quirky twist added to the tale.

A fountain of useless knowledge about the Royal Families of Europe and history in General, Amanda's bookshelves are packed to the brim with romances, historical biographies and Amish/inspirational fiction much to the despair of her husband.

As a self-confessed fan of Doris Day, Amanda can often be found in the quietness of an afternoon on the sofa watching one of her many dvds with a pot of tea and digestive biscuits.

Amanda also has more than a slight fondness for The Big Bang Theory, Gilmore Girls, The Waltons and The Marvel Universe, as well as a huge fan of Doctor Who!

Links:

Website:  www.amandajward.weebly.com

Email:  mrsajward@hotmail.com

Author Facebook page:  https://www.facebook.com/AmandaAJWard/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Augustmum

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Amanda-Ward/e/B008LTIKVI/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1