Tuesday, 27 June 2017

See Me for Me

Her most recent accomplishment started in the summer of 2015. Making her dad’s dream come true with publishing his works as well, as an emotional accomplishment. She is the 2016 local A.N.W.A. chapter (Snake River Writers) president, won NaNoWriMo and loves StoryMakers.
            Teya has been writing for as long as she can remember. At a young age she lived on a street she affectionately named Hill Street Blues, which helped her creative writing. Her Family moved to Menan where she continued her love of writing. Her father would always be and will continue to be her inspiration, even after his untimely death in 2006.
            She loves sitting in her soft chair next to the fireplace and watching out a big living room window. It gives her plenty of creative juice for stories.
            She met the love of her life in the loft of a barn. Yep, that set up some teasing from her father. They have been happily married since 2003. They have four children and all are loving and supportive of her writing.  Her oldest daughter is following in her footsteps as a writer adding her own illustrations. She refuses to comment on the trolls in the closets and under the beds. She is active in her church, has compassion for others, and a love for all life brings.

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One wrong step changes Jocelyn’s Prima Ballerina’s life in one step...

A single choice results in Jeremiah facing unbearable consequences... 

When these two meet, it could be catastrophic or the answer to unspoken prayers.
Can love be tested too far? Will hearts soften and hurts be forgiven? 
Or will too much loss be too devastating to find hope?
One thing is for sure, lives are about to change forever…


Coming to a stop sign, Jeremiah glanced quickly left, then right, and stepped on the gas as he glanced at his sister. Strangely, she began to glow brighter. A fleeting thought came to him of why she might be illuminated. Emily started to turn her head right, and as she turned everything slowed down. 
Silence fill the space, not even the radio made a sound. He saw her eyes wide with fear and her mouth open as if in screaming, but no words. He felt his eyebrows crease together a second before he heard Emily scream, “Jer!” Then a deafening crunch, as he slammed against his door, and as his head careened toward the window. Metal twisting metal, and the shattering of glass could be heard. Just before his head smashed against the window knocking him out.

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Monday, 26 June 2017

The Pirate and the Princess

Liz McCraine is an outdoor enthusiast, military spouse, and mother. She loves to ride horses and go hiking with her family. When she isn't writing or corralling children, Liz enjoys relaxing with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. Her motto is: If it doesn't have a happy ending, I don't want to read it.

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The mischievous Princess Jules of Aggadorn has been pampered and protected her entire life. More than anything, she longs to experience challenges and adventure. But with her mother’s threat to marry her off hanging over her head, Jules fears she will never have the chance. All that changes when she’s kidnapped by pirates.

Forced to labor for her passage aboard Captain Jaymes’ vessel, Jules learns more about life than she bargained for. Captain Jaymes doesn’t fit Jules’ idea of a thieving buccaneer. Beneath his rough exterior lies a man of honor desperate to save his people from a murderous sorcerer. Jules never expects to fall in love with the handsome young captain or to involve herself in the pirates’ plight, much less have the power to save an entire kingdom.

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The sailor threw back his head and looked up. “The mast—she’s breaking!” he cried.

A groan, deep and deadly, rent the air above the shrieking wind. Men scattered across the deck like mice from a cat. Jules spotted a mess of wood and ropes and canvas falling toward her from the sky, just before wrinkled, bony hands shoved her backward.

She tumbled across the deck, sliding into the railing. A heavy wave washed over her, submerging her in water, stealing her air and drenching her in panic. She reached out to grab the only object she could find—a piece of rope. As the ship dipped and the wave receded, she was carried with it up and over the railing, then down toward the angry, ravenous monster that was the ocean.

Her grip on the rope was all that kept her from falling into the black clutches of the water. She felt a draft of icy wind beneath her legs as it swept along the waves below. Her breath came in rapid, shallow spurts. The world around her ceased to exist except for the rope in her hand and the nightmare at her feet.

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Saturday, 24 June 2017

Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, Book 2

I’m a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales and Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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Even the Goddess doesn’t know who will Live or Die

“Think before acting,” her father always warned. But Princess Guinevere is ruled by her heart. Her betrothal to King Arthur has not changed this.

When Guinevere and Cedwyn’s latest adventure takes a dangerous turn, they find themselves embroiled in a life-or-death struggle as foretold by Merlyn’s Goddess of the Stones Renegades—foiled in their attempt to kidnap the princess—steal the children of Cadbury Castle to sell as slaves.

 Guinevere and Cedwyn vow to rescue the children, but a miscalculation puts them all in more danger. The plan quickly unravels, and Guinevere’s impassioned decisions come crashing down as Cedwyn chooses to turn his dream of becoming a knight into reality.

Will their courage be strong enough to survive, or will one make the ultimate sacrifice?

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Snippet 3:

Fathers and Daughters:

His finger on her lips stopped her rebuttal.
“Not now. Other issues demand the attention of the knights and kings.”…
“But Father…I promised.”
“So you did, daughter mine, but kings must rule with their heads not their hearts. This discussion is over. You are dismissed to go to your room. I have a knight there who will make sure your rest tonight isn’t disturbed.”
Her legs refused to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“Go. Now Guinevere. Before I forget you’re my own flesh and have you flogged for the dangers you’ve brought upon us. Go!”
Guinevere ran from the room, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face.

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Friday, 23 June 2017

Accidentally in Love

I live in Rocky Mountains with my husband and children and love my home when it’s not snowing. I’m the author of 36 books so far. I also write YA Paranormal Romance under my pen name, Katie Lee O’Guinn.  I enjoy the outdoors, reading and being with my family. I’m a huge believer in happy endings. Scarlett really should have been happy with Rhett and it’s a darn shame Leo and Kate didn’t float safely into New York on the Titanic. Don’t even get me started on Romeo and Juliet. To find out the latest on my books, check out my blog at www.shannonguymon.blogspot.com or www.katieleeoguinn.blogspot.com. 

You can purchase all of my books at Amazon.com. 

I’m also a supporter of Operation Underground Railroad. Check out their website at ourrescue.org to learn more.

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"A funny and bittersweet look at grief, love and families who maybe love each other too much. 

Letting go of the past and facing the present and future is harder said than done for Kam Matafeo. Getting over his wife’s death isn’t something on Kam’s list of things to do.  But when Grace Jackson, his new Sous Chef walks in, life is turned upside down. And not just for him either.  Anne, his mother-in-law, is not open to the idea of anyone new in Kam’s life and will do anything to stop his romance from blooming. But when the ‘Love Witches’ step in to protect him, the battle lines are drawn. Fircrest is in for some fireworks when the fight for Kam’s heart not only affects his family, but his friends’ lives too.

Things get so crazy that Grace has to make the decision to stay and fight for herself and Kam or to give up and let Kam slip back into the darkness."

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Excerpt 2:

Grace looked over her shoulder at Kam standing in the doorway of his office and swallowed hard. She squared her shoulders as she walked into Kam’s office.
“Shut the door, please.”
Grace bit her lip but did as she was told before sitting down and staring at the man in front of her.  Why did he have to be so good looking?  Why torture innocent women?
“You know what? I think you should cut your hair,” she said, without thinking.
Kam’s eyes widened as he automatically pulled his hand over his ponytail. “What? Why?” he demanded, frowning at her.
“Because it tortures women, that’s why,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.  “And maybe wear long sleeves, too.  Those tattoos are just as bad.”
Kam blinked a few times and then grinned at her.  “Wait. You’re saying I’m torturing you?”
Grace nodded her head, frowning at him.  “It’s cruel to be honest.”
Kam laughed and pushed a small box closer to her.  “Well, maybe this will make up for it.”
Grace felt her stomach growl as she reached for the box, hoping against hope that it was what she thought it was.  She hadn’t had time for lunch and this could very well put her in a better mood.
“Oh please, please be something yummy,” she murmured, opening the lid to see the biggest, most decadent cupcake ever made by human hands. “Oh my word. It’s too beautiful to eat.”
Kam shook his head.  “Not even. Take a bite.”
Grace lifted the large cupcake out of the box and stared at it for a moment before taking a large bite.  She closed her eyes, shaking her head at the explosion of flavors in her mouth.
“It’s too much,” she whispered, licking her lips.  “This has to be what heaven is like.”
Kam laughed and put his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair. “Your hair is pretty.”
Grace smiled and leaned back in her chair, now much much happier than when she’d entered his office. “Really? Thanks, Boss.”
Kam smiled back at her, just looking at her.  Grace blushed, now feeling weird, eating in front of him as he just sat there watching her.
“And what did you pick from the bakery today? Did you stick to the parfait, or did you venture out and try something new?”
Kam motioned to an empty box on his desk.  “Kit convinced me to try her newest creation.  It was a looped churro dipped in chocolate and nuts. It was amazing,” he said, sighing happily.
Grace laughed and licked some icing off the side of her cupcake.  “And to think I had to force that first banana parfait on you.  I love it.  Next time I’m there, I’ll pick up a couple for both of us.”
Kam cleared his throat and looked down at his large hands. “Um, yeah, that would be great.  Maybe we should just uh, go together sometime?”
Grace raised an eyebrow at Kam over her cupcake as he looked at her with a strange expressionless look on his face.  She tilted her head as she studied him.  Two things.  The man had just sort of asked her out.  And he was super nervous about it.  She grinned at him and pointed her finger at him.
“Boss, you just asked me out.”
Kam cleared his throat again and began fidgeting with a pencil.  “Nah, not really.  It was more like, if you’re going and I’m going and we happen to be going at the same time and we both want a churro, maybe we should just go together. That’s all.”
Grace laughed and shook her finger at him. “No way. You just asked me out.”
Kam’s face reddened as he looked up at the ceiling and sighed pitifully. “Why do women make life so hard?” he asked the ceiling.
Grace sat back and sighed happily. “Oh you’ve done it now.  We’re going on a date.  We. Are. Going. On. A. Date.”
Kam groaned and rubbed his face before staring at her in exasperation.  “Well, can you blame me? You come in here, singing and dancing and tempting me with desserts and making me laugh. And Gracie, you flirt.  You flirt with me like crazy.  What’s a man to do?” he demanded.
Grace grinned and took a bite of her cupcake as she wallowed in her happy glow.  “Oh I get it. I forced you to ask me out. Is that it? You poor little thing.”
Kam sighed and shook his head, looking even more befuddled. “Of course not. No, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for two weeks now. I’ve just been, . . . I’ve just been a little hesitant is all.”
Grace smiled at him.  “Two weeks? You know, I was about to give up on you.  I was thinking if you didn’t ask me out, I was going to take Baby and run away to Hawaii.”
Kam grinned, looking very satisfied for some reason. “Oh, that’s why you wanted to run away, huh? Good to know.”
Grace raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, so you do enjoy torturing poor, innocent women.  Well, then I deserve this date.  For making me wait, for the hair and the tattoos, I think I deserve something more exciting than Belinda’s Bakery though.”
Kam tilted his head. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
Grace sat forward, grinning.  “Dancing.  I want to go dancing with you.”
Kam narrowed his eyes at her.  “We’d have to leave a little early Saturday night, but there’s a club I know that stays open until two.  If you’re not too tired, we could leave here at ten.”
Grace stood up and popped the last of her cupcake in her mouth.  “It’s a date then,” she said and saluted him before walking out into the kitchen.
It was only later that night when she was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep that Anne’s words about always coming in second place in Kam’s heart began to play on repeat through her mind.  She sighed and turned on her stomach, watching the shadows play against her wall.
Could she do it? Could she allow herself to fall for a man who would only give her half his heart?  She frowned at that, feeling the automatic punch to her gut. 

The answer to that was, she didn’t know.

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Thursday, 22 June 2017

The Golden Hour: A Nora Tierney English Mystery

Marni Graff writes two award-winning mystery series: The Nora Tierney English Mysteries and The Trudy Genova Manhattan Mysteries. She teaches writing workshops and mentors the Writers Read program, and is Managing Editor of Bridle Path Press. 

Graff also writes the crime review blog Auntie M Writes, www.auntiemwrites.com.

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American writer Nora Tierney is house hunting in Oxford to solidify her little family that includes her almost-year old son, Sean, and her partner, Det. Insp. Declan Barnes. But why does she feel like she's being followed? 

When tracking devices confirm Nora has a stalker, it sets off a chain of events that connect to Declan's murder investigation of a young Oxford art restorer, and will bring bioterrorism and a psychopath into their lives, while Sean's hangs in the balance. The fourth Nora Tierney English mystery is the most tension-filled yet, a meditation on what is family and home, combined with art theft and an international conspiracy.

This book will be available soon. Make sure you read the first three books in the series first! 

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Snippet 3:

(From Ch 2:)

“Is Sean still asleep?”

He looked over his shoulder and nodded. The toddler dozed with his bunny clamped tightly under one arm.

“I need to talk to you about something.” Nora took a deep breath. The sun came in the window and highlighted the freckles across her nose.

“What is it?” Was this it? Was she finally going to ask him to move in with her? This was one conversation he knew they needed to have. They would be in Brighton soon.

She kept her eyes on the road in front of her as she rooted around inside a pocket of the large bag she carried, and handed him what looked like a silver button. “Can you tell me what this is? Because I think I’m being followed.”

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