Sunday, November 19, 2017

Excerpt from The Lost Spaniel

The Lost Spaniel is the third novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

When Alex’s mentor, Eddie Hill, calls about his lost Cocker Spaniel, Alex rushes to the rescue. They quickly track the dog to an abandoned construction site, but after bullets start flying, Alex realizes there’s more to this case than a missing dog.

Alex and Eddie have to dig into their pasts to find out who might want to harm them or their pets. The list of suspects grows long as Alex tries to solve the mystery of the lost Spaniel.

Excerpt:
It was pure luck that saved us. A slight reflection of light in the window caught my eye. Instinctively, I crashed into Eddie dropping both of us to the ground just as a bullet whizzed by our heads. The glass in the lower window shattered. Another bullet pinged on the metal leg of the platform. I rose to my knees and started crawling.
“The dumpster,” I shouted. “Get behind the dumpster.”
Eddie lay frozen on the ground. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He didn’t move.
“Eddie,” I yelled shaking his arm. I wasn’t strong enough to carry him, but he wasn’t moving. Trying to stay low, I stood hunched over, grabbed him under both arms, and started to pull. It was enough to get him moving. He rolled over to his knees. We scurried over to the dumpster as a couple more bullets hit the ground around us. I heard a yelp behind me just as we made it behind the dumpster.
“Hero,” I screamed. I turned to see my dog staggering. Heart pounding, tears filling my eyes, I called to him. “Here, boy. Come on. Over here.”
Hero shuffled over to us. I grasped him and pulled him to safety. I then ran my hands through his fur. He whined when I reached his hindquarters. When I pulled my hand away, I had blood on my fingers. I started to reach for my backpack when another bullet hit the glass window above the scaffolding.
“Daisy,” Eddie said as he started to step out from behind the dumpster. I clutched him from behind to keep him in place.
“Wait!”
“Let me go,” he yelled. “I need to get her.”
“They have a gun, Eddie,” I said trying to remain calm. My heart was pounding, and I was worried about Hero, but I couldn’t let him go. “We need to call for help.”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
I turned to see a man standing in his backyard across the street. The noise of the shots and breaking glass must have attracted the attention of the neighborhood. I didn’t know if the shooter was still around and didn’t want anyone else in danger.
“Gun shots. Go back inside,” I screamed. “Call for help.”
I saw him pulling his phone from his pocket as he rushed back into his house. I glanced around the area to see if anyone else had come outside. Hopefully, the attention we were attracting would scare the shooter away as well as keep all the neighbors inside. Eddie was shaking and muttering under his breath. He needed something to do. I turned back to Hero, blinking back tears as I dug through my backpack for bandages.
“Eddie,” I said catching his attention. When he looked at me, I shoved the bandages at him. “Help Hero. I’ll see if I can tell if the shooter is gone, and then I’ll get Daisy.”
I peered around the dumpster. I didn’t see any movement, but I wasn’t sure exactly where the shots had been coming from. A car started down Pine and drove past us. When nothing else happened, I decided to risk it.
“Okay, I’m going to try to get to Daisy,” I told Eddie.
He looked up, worried, but nodded. I watched him a moment while he carefully placed a bandage over the wound on Hero’s hip. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned back around.
The end of the platform was only a few feet away. I inched my way over, hugging the wall, and climbed up the side of the scaffolding. There was glass all around. Daisy was huddled in the middle shaking like a leaf. I coaxed her closer all the while hoping the shooter was gone. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her and quickly moved back to the relative safety behind the dumpster just as the first siren sounded in the distance.

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

November Giveaway - Dead in a Park Paperback & Tote Bag


When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

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Sunday, November 12, 2017

Trust Me: Holton Series #3 Excerpt

Rachel isn't looking for love, but she finds it with Paul. Will he learn to trust her?

Rachel Lewis hides her looks behind dark framed glasses and drab clothes. As the head librarian in Holton, she is satisfied with her life and her appearance. Rachel isn't looking for love or a relationship, but Paul captivates her. He lives in a completely different world, but she wants him more than she has ever wanted any other man.

Paul Hart is handsome, rich, and successful. As the owner of a thriving business, he is happy with short-term relationships and jaded women. Paul has been betrayed too many times to trust a woman, but Rachel intrigues him. She isn't like any other woman he has ever known. Can he learn to trust her?

Return to Holton, Texas for Victoria and Andrew’s wedding to see if Rachel can win Paul’s trust. Trust Me is the third book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.

Excerpt:
Paul had the cushion arranged on the floor parallel to the couch with the blanket spread over it. He handed her his coat. “Use mine. It’s longer than yours, and then you can use your coat for a pillow.”
“Thanks. That’ll help. So do you snore?”
He walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Has no one told you? None of your lovers ever mention it?”
“I don’t sleep with women.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and looked at him questioningly. He lifted a hand. “Literal sense of the word. I have sex, but I don’t sleep with women.”
She nodded. “Kick them out after you have done the deed, do you?”
“Something like that,” he said cautiously.
“Well, I’m hoping you do snore. It’ll help cover mine.”
“You snore?” he asked with a slight smile. His eyes danced as if he were trying to hold back his laughter.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied saucily.
Rachel placed his coat on the end of the couch. She took a deep breath and then turned to him. He stood there watching her. It was an odd feeling. He seemed to be watching her a lot. It wasn’t threatening but more inquisitive, like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. She looked at him now and said, “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around,” she repeated.
“Why?”
She sighed heavily and frowned. “Because I’m going to remove my pants. It would be too uncomfortable to try to sleep in them.”
Rachel was wearing a long top and jeans. The top was a tunic style shirt that was one of the most comfortable she owned. It was warm and soft and hit her legs about midway down her thighs. It would cover her adequately, but she didn’t want to sleep in her jeans. She also did not want to try to take them off while he was watching. She was attracted to the man, but she didn’t want to give him a peep show.
He grinned at her. “Oh, honey. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”

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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Boyfriend Swap by Meredith Schorr - $10 Gift Card Giveaway


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Is Christmas really the most wonderful time of the year? New Yorkers Robyn Lane and Sidney Bellows aren’t so sure. Robyn has always dated struggling creative types. For once, her parents would love her to bring someone with health insurance and a 401(k) to their Chrismukkah celebration. Her actor boyfriend doesn’t qualify. While across town, Sidney’s professional life already belongs to her parents. She’s an attorney at her father’s law firm and she works tirelessly to keep her love life private. If she brings her lawyer boyfriend to their annual Christmas extravaganza, her parents will have the wedding planned by New Year’s Eve.

A mutual friend playfully suggests they trade boyfriends for the holidays. The women share a laugh, but after copious amounts of wine, decide The Boyfriend Swap could be the perfect solution. This way, Robyn can show off her stable attorney boyfriend and Sidney’s high-society family will take no interest in her flaky actor beau.

It’s a brilliant plan—in theory. In practice—not so much. When Will turns out to be the boy-next-door Robyn crushed on hard throughout her teenage years, and Sidney’s family fawns all over Perry like he’s an Oscar-winner rather than a D-list wannabe, one thing is certain: The Boyfriend Swap might just change their lives forever.


Excerpt:
“Holding hands, some touching, and little pecks are fine. As long as we show some affection, my parents won’t question the lack of making out,” I said, almost choking on my words. I was having trouble focusing on the road with Will Brady as my passenger, and the current topic of conversation wasn’t helping. I flashed back to the last time we’d ridden in a car together. School had closed early due to an ice storm. I was terrified to drive home and the buses had already left. Before I could protest, Jordy, who was a freshman, asked Will to give us a ride and, of course, he said yes. I remembered sitting in the backseat and trying not to get caught looking at Will’s reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Do you and Perry full-on make out in front of your folks regularly?”

Even though I was looking at the road, I could still see Will’s amused grin through my side vision. To talk myself out of blushing, I focused on the vanity plate of the car in front of me—GRNSON1.  “Not at all. I meant if we make small shows of affection, no one will be skeptical.”

Will tapped my thigh. “I’m teasing you. I don’t think it will be too difficult. Unless your parents are suspicious by nature.”

My leg tingled in the spot where Will’s fingers had been. “They’re not. But they’ll be surprised.” To my knowledge, Will had no idea of the extent of my crush back then. He probably assumed my parents would consider it a humorous coincidence that their daughter was dating an old neighbor—nothing more, nothing less. I should have warned them, but I was too afraid they’d see right through my lies.

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A born-and-bred New Yorker, Meredith Schorr discovered her passion for writing when she began to enjoy drafting work-related emails way more than she was probably supposed to. After trying her hand penning children’s stories and blogging her personal experiences, Meredith found her calling writing romantic comedy and humorous women’s fiction. She secures much inspiration from her day job as a hardworking trademark paralegal and her still-single (but looking) status. Meredith is a loyal New York Yankees fan, an avid runner, and an unashamed television addict. To learn more, visit her at www.meredithschorr.com.

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Sunday, November 5, 2017

The Lost Savannah Excerpt

The Lost Savannah is the second novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

Alex is hired to find a lost Savannah, a rare and expensive cat breed. She quickly learns the cat isn’t just missing. The cat was stolen. The main suspect is the next door neighbor who is obsessed with Savannahs and the game of golf.

Soon Alex discovers a black market ring in the world of fanatic Savannah cat breeders. She has to dust off her rusty investigative skills to solve the mystery of the lost Savannah.

Excerpt:
The room was neat and orderly. Books in straight stacks and toys arranged very precisely. I couldn’t see in the closet, but I had a feeling the hangers were all exactly the same and evenly spaced.
“Brian’s autistic,” Grace said softly.
The little I knew about autism was reinforced by Brian’s behavior. It also explained Grace’s anxiety and urgency. Many people with autism often do better with animals. Horses and dogs were more commonly used as therapy pets, but some cats have proven useful as well.
“Sammie helps?” I asked as I looked around the room.
“Yes,” Grace replied as she crossed her arms and ran one hand up and down the other arm. “Brian hadn’t responded to any animal when he was first diagnosed, but when he was about four he wandered away. We searched for hours. Had called in the police, everything. Eventually, we found him next door. Our neighbor raises Savannahs. Brian was sitting in front of their enclosure talking to one of the cats.”
“A breakthrough of sorts?”
“Oh yes. It was.” Grace smiled. “The cat he bonded with was an older one. We persuaded, Lorraine, our neighbor, to part with her by purchasing a higher generation to replace the cat. Most Savannahs are very active, but Jessie was really good with Brian. Unfortunately, she died last year. It took us almost five months to find another Savannah that could cope with Brian and that he responded to. We’ve had Sammie about four months. The two of them are inseparable.”
“You didn’t get her from your neighbor?”
“No. Brian didn’t like any of Lorraine’s cats. We got Sammie from a breeder in New Mexico named Paul Kingman. She cost us a fortune as she is an F1, and Paul didn’t want to part with her.”
“F1?”
“That’s a first generation Savannah,” Grace explained. “They’re very rare. An F1 is fifty percent African serval and fifty percent domestic cat. Each next generation has less serval. Jessie was an F5. Because Sammie is so rare, we agreed to allow Paul to breed her one more time. But recently, he told us he had gotten another F1 female who is already pregnant.”
“So Sammie isn’t spayed?”
“No. Is that a problem?”
“No, but it may explain why she’s gone.”
“We intend to have her spayed. We have an appointment with the vet later this week.” She paused before saying softly, “I don’t know what Brian will do if she is really gone.”
“Is that Sammie’s bed?” I asked pointing to a cat bed under the window.
“Yes,” Grace replied. She moved over to the bed. “Sammie sleeps there sometimes, but mostly, she sleeps on this blanket.”
Grace pointed to a small throw at the foot of Brian’s bed. I walked over to it. It was made of some type of soft material, and I could easily see how a cat would make it its own. I picked it up and held it out to Hero. I gave him the command, and he obediently sniffed the blanket. Once I was sure he had the scent, I turned to Grace.
“We need to leave the room. There will be too much of Sammie here. We’ll start in the hall.” As we walked out of Brian’s room, I asked. “Are you sure Sammie isn’t in the house?”
“As sure as we can be. Savannah’s are very agile and can open doors and cabinets, but we searched every room multiple times. We even searched the attic. I hope she’s somewhere in the house, but I don’t think she would stay away from Brian for this long.”
I didn’t think so either. I gave Hero his search command. We followed him down the stairs, back through the family room where Brian and the girls were, and then into the next room which was a mudroom. Hero walked over to the back door and pawed at the floor.
“Well, Sammie’s not in the house. She definitely went out the back.”
There was a gasp behind us. I turned to see Hannah and Natalie standing in the doorway. Hannah had a stricken look on her face.
“The door was unlocked yesterday,” Hannah said softly. “I noticed it when we were looking for Sammie.”
“What?” Grace exclaimed. “Hannah, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I forgot!” Hannah said. “I didn’t think anything about it. I just opened the door to go outside to look.”
“Is the door normally locked?” I questioned.
“Yes. We seldom use this door. We enter the house through the garage or the front door.”
“No one uses this door?”
“No,” Grace said slowly. “Not usually. There’s a door in the kitchen that leads to the back yard.”
“Humm,” I said and then unlocked and opened the door.
Hero continued the search out the back door, across the patio, and onto the lawn. He led us over to the fence. As we walked, I noticed drag marks in various places in the grass. They were minor imperfections as the lawn was thick and green, but if you looked closely, you could see them. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“How much does Sammie weigh?”
“Let’s see. She’s big, even for a Savannah. Probably close to thirty pounds.”
Big enough to make it difficult to carry her if a person was carrying something else. Like a gun. I had a really bad feeling that I wasn’t going to find Sammie anywhere near this house. We went through the gate, and Hero continued all the way to the street. There he stopped and lay down. That was his signal he had lost the trail. I knelt down beside him and gave him his treat.
“What is it? What happened?” Grace asked sharply.
I turned around to see Hannah and Natalie had followed us from the house. I glanced back at the street and then down at Hero. There was only one explanation.
“Someone stole Sammie.”

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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

November Giveaway - Dead in a Park Paperback & Tote Bag


When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

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Monday, October 30, 2017

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Excerpt from Dead in a Park

When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer strikes again?

Excerpt:
“Was he murdered?” I asked softly.
“Oh, yes. It was murder,” Griggs replied.
The last time I found a body it had never occurred to me that the police would consider me a suspect. As a law-abiding citizen, I had just assumed that people knew I was innocent. My experience with the police showed me I was wrong. I looked at both Griggs and Reddish.
“Please tell me you don’t think I killed him.”
Griggs snorted. “No, we don’t think you killed him. He was taller than you, and his neck was broken. No way could you have done that.”
“It was fast and neat,” Reddish added and then turned to Griggs. “Probably someone with military or combat training.”
“Someone who knows how to kill with their hands,” Griggs said softly.
I swallowed. Candace had shot and killed two people in December and tried to kill me twice. She had been crazy, her behavior unexpected and unpredictable, which had made the situation scary. This sounded worse. A person who was calm and rational murdering someone with their bare hands was chilling. And I couldn’t forget about the weird shoe thing.
“Did you find his shoes?”
“No,” Griggs replied, turning toward me.
“Why would someone want his shoes?”
“Who knows? There wasn’t much of a struggle, although there were multiple sets of footprints. But all appeared to be made by people wearing shoes.” He turned away from me and back toward Reddish. “Between Leah and her dog stomping around, I doubt we’ll get any viable footprints.”
“Hey,” I said indignantly. Both men ignored me.
“Let’s keep the area secure anyway,” Griggs continued. “Send a team out to see if they can find anything. Maybe the shoes will show up somewhere else in the park.”
“Got it,” Reddish replied as he started to walk away. “See you around, Leah.”
“Bye, David,” I said reluctantly. I didn’t want to be alone with Griggs. It was awkward and unpleasant. I’m not exactly sure why he had kissed me and then disappeared from my life, but I wasn’t going to ask. I hadn’t thought he would be interested in me in the first place. Although not traditionally handsome, Griggs is an extremely attractive and sexy man. After waiting weeks for him to call or come by, I finally chalked it up to a gaffe on his part. Instead of telling me he wasn’t interested, he simply disappeared. If I hadn’t found this body, I probably would have never seen him again except in passing.
We stood there in silence for a few moments before Griggs said, “You can leave now. Thank you for your patience.”
He sounded so formal and polite. I didn’t like it. I gathered Harry’s leash, pulled him up, and started to walk away. “Well, I guess…I guess I’ll see you around.”
Griggs stepped back and let me pass. I hadn’t gotten very far before I heard him call my name. When I turned around, he was standing in the same spot with an odd look on his face. He rubbed his hand across his head and then gave me a slight smile. “It was good to see you, Leah.”
“Uh, yeah, you too,” I stuttered before we both turned and walked away.

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Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Lost Macaw

The Lost Macaw is the fourth novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

A former client hires Alex to find her lost parrot. The bright colored bird has flown away before, but this time there is evidence that Molly was kidnapped. The demand is simple—the bird for the pictures.

When her client suffers a stroke, Alex is left with a ransom note, a missing bird, and some very incriminating photos. She is in a race against time to solve the mystery of the lost Macaw.

Excerpt:
I reached the front door just as Trudy was unlocking it. There was a bright yellow business sized-envelope taped to it. I grabbed the envelope and handed it to Trudy as I walked inside. The house is small but tidy. I hadn’t been in anything other than the living room, but I could see the kitchen from where I was standing and a hallway that appeared to led to a couple of bedrooms. All the furniture was old, and the house could use a fresh coat of paint, but everything was neat and clean.
“So where was Molly when you last saw her?” I asked.
“She was sitting on her stand,” Trudy said pointing to a bird stand near the window. “I let her out when I get up in the morning. She usually spends most of the day on her stand. About eight I went for my usual walk, and when I got back she wasn’t here. I don’t know how she could have gotten out. I clipped her wings just last week. She can’t fly far.”
Her voice was starting to quiver, and her breathing picked up. I glanced at her. She was pale and swaying just a little. She was holding the yellow envelope in her hands, and they were trembling.
“Let me just look around a little. See if I can find any clues in here. Then Hero and I will go outside to search.”
With Hero at my side, I started a methodical search of the room. We looked behind the couch and under the chairs, desk, and coffee table. I had Hero sniff around Molly’s cage before we started on the rest of the house.
As I was headed down the hallway, there was a sound behind me. I turned to see Trudy standing near the front door. She had opened the envelope. She held a single sheet of paper in her hand. The left side of her face drooped, and her arm fell to her side causing her to drop the paper.
“Trudy?”
“Mmmoll…”
Her swaying increased. I rushed over and caught her just before she tumbled to the floor. Gently I laid her down and reached for my phone to call 911.
“Stay with me, Trudy.”
Her color was awful. She was sweating and breathing shallowly. I had some first aid training and believed she was having a stroke. As I spoke with the emergency operator, I grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under her head.
“Hleped..mollll..caag.”
Trudy was mumbling, trying to speak, but I couldn’t make out the words. Her speech was slurred and disjointed. She looked old and scared. My own breathing was labored. Heart pounding, I tried to be positive.
“Just try to relax, Trudy. Help is on the way.”
The next fifteen minutes were some of the longest of my life. Trudy’s breathing got worse. She vomited once. She kept mumbling about Molly. I tried to reassure her that I would continue to look for the bird, but I’m not sure she understood anything I said. By the time the paramedics arrived, she was unconscious and barely breathing. I was just about to start CPR when they burst through the door.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

A Moment at Christmas by Jennifer Faye - $25 Amazon GC Giveaway

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This is my stop during the book blitz for A Moment at Christmas by Jennifer Faye. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 19 till 25 October. See the tour schedule here.

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A Moment at ChristmasA Moment at Christmas (A Whistle Stop Romance #5)
By Jennifer Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: October 19, 2017

Blurb:
Needed: A nanny in time for Christmas!

Christian Danser keeps his home at the Broken Arrow Ranch just as his late wife left it: cozy and orderly. With an early winter settling in and the ranch shorthanded, he needs a nanny ASAP.

When Noelle Forrester finds herself unexpectedly unemployed, she and her young son are facing eviction. An ad for a live-in nanny appears to be the answer to her prayers. Until she comes face-to-face with Christian—the sexy yet irritating cowboy who cost Noelle her previous job!
Christian resists hiring the beautiful but failed waitress. She’s too young, too busy, and far too tempting. Nonetheless, when his daughter takes a shine to Noelle, he reconsiders. But when Noelle’s holiday cheer conflicts with Christian’s avoidance of the holiday, sparks fly. Somehow, Noelle has to open Christian’s heart to the spirit of Christmas…or she and her son will be homeless by the New Year.


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A Moment at ChristmasAbout the Author:
Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming contemporary romances with rugged cowboys, sexy billionaires and enchanting royalty. Internationally published with books translated into nine languages. She is a two-time winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award, the CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous other awards.

Now living her dream, she resides with her very patient husband, amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter is off chasing her own dreams) and two spoiled cats. When she's not plotting out her next romance, you can find her curled up with a mug of tea and a book.

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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Excerpt from Notice Me

Victoria has loved Andrew for 12 years. It's time to make him notice her.

Andrew Moore has always thought of Victoria as family. She is his best friend’s little sister and his little sister’s best friend, but recently something has changed. Andrew is thinking about Victoria in a completely different way. She will never fit into his quiet, conservative world. They are too different to have a future together, but he cannot stop noticing her.

Victoria Carson has been in love with Andrew since her sixteenth birthday, but Andrew never noticed her as anything other than the girl next door. She fled from her hometown so that she wouldn’t have to watch Andrew build a life with someone else. But things have changed. Andrew is now a widower, and Victoria has returned home. It is time to make him notice her.

Return to Holton, Texas to see if Victoria can get Andrew to notice her. Notice Me is the second book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.

Excerpt:
Victoria took a deep breath before tossing Andrew the baseball. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes widen and a crooked smile crossed his face. As always, his smile took her breath, and when his eyes locked with hers, she was unable to look away. Her heart beat faster and her mouth went dry. Andrew’s smile faded and his eyes narrowed. At that point, it was just the two of them. Everyone else in the room faded away. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Victoria knew her desire for him showed but was surprised to see a flickering response in his eyes. She was unable to breathe and for a moment, she thought he was going to reach for her. Then, he took a deep breath and the desire faded from his face.
"Thank you, Victoria," Andrew said gravely.
A sharp stab of disappointment ran through her but the spell was broken. He might desire her but he wasn’t going to act on it. She quickly averted her eyes and launched into the story about the player and getting his autograph. They were all impressed that she had actually met him, and the conversation became a rehashing of his career. Julie decided it was time for her kids to go to sleep so Victoria volunteered to help put them to bed. She felt the need to put some distance between her and Andrew.
Upstairs, she took Katie to her room. The five year old was tired but fighting sleep and she begged for a story. There was little Victoria could refuse Julie’s daughter. She loved all of the Riley children, but did admit to herself that Katie was her favorite. Named after her, Katherine Victoria was sweet, affectionate, and mischievous. Julie had put Michael to bed and stopped by Katie’s room. She smiled when she saw Victoria with Katie’s favorite storybook in her hand.
"Do you want me to read to her?" she asked from the doorway.
"No. I want to."
Julie nodded and headed back downstairs. Victoria picked up the book and began reading. It wasn’t long before Katie drifted off to sleep. Victoria carefully rose and covered her with the bedspread. She stood a moment by the bed fighting the longing for a child of her own. When she turned and headed for the door, she saw Phyllis leaning against it.
"Is she asleep?"
Victoria nodded and walked over to Phyllis. She linked her arm with the woman she considered a second mother. As a child, Victoria had spent as many hours in the Moore home as she had in her own, and she had a great deal of love and respect for this woman. Victoria closed the door softly behind her and headed for the stairs. Phyllis stopped her before she reached them.
"Tori, you should consider having children of your own."
Victoria closed her eyes momentarily against the pain her remark caused. Twice in a matter of days, someone had made that suggestion, and Victoria fought the longing each time. She smiled ironically. "I think it’s too late for me to marry and I can’t imagine raising a child on my own."
She looked at the older woman and saw that Phyllis was staring at her, searching for something.
"You’ve given up," Phyllis said softly.
Fear raced through Victoria. Surely, Phyllis didn’t know. She quickly gathered herself together. "What do you mean?"
"You’ve given up on Andrew, haven’t you?"
Victoria leaned back against the wall and sighed. "How did you know?"
"Oh, Tori. I’ve known you since you were five years old. I still remember the look on your face at your sixteenth birthday party when Andrew handed you his gift. It was like a light had suddenly been turned on inside you. You had always burned bright but that day, a fire ignited in you. It worried me at first but I should’ve known better. You were incredibly sensible underneath all that flamboyant exterior even then. You knew you were too young at the time and you were willing to wait. Only we both waited too long, didn’t we? I wasn’t prepared for Carolyn either."
Victoria watched Phyllis as she turned and looked down the stairway. For some reason, it helped to know that she had been watching out for her. She listened as Phyllis went on.
"I wish I could say I had loved her. Carolyn was very nice and a good daughter-in-law. She gave me two beautiful grandchildren but I couldn’t love her. You see, I wanted you for Andrew." She smiled a little sadly at Victoria who leaned over and hugged her. "Don’t give up on him, Tori. He’s coming around. I can see it."
"I don’t know, Phyllis. I don’t think I’m making any progress, and it hurts so much."
"I know it does, dear. I wish I could say that you will never hurt again but we both know that’s not true. All I can say is that I think you are just what he needs. I believe someday he’ll realize that."

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Saved by H.L. Anderson - New Release


Theresa Kent is a wife, mom, and hardworking nurse living in rural Colorado. Life is good until her increasingly despondent, unemployed husband suddenly snaps—his vicious attack leaves Theresa fighting for her life as she tries to escape the insane version of the man she loves.

Ryan Tucker appears to have it all, except he’s been merely existing, not living, for the last three years. His emotions get a much needed jump start when he rescues Theresa from the torment her life has become in just a matter of days. Ryan feels an instant and fierce desire to protect this stranger that fell into his life.

Hanging over their heads is the knowledge that Theresa’s husband is still out there, hunting for her.

Can two broken souls be repaired, or will the demons of the past and present come between the repressed love that grows between them?

Excerpt:
Theresa sat forward, the seatbelt tugging at her collarbone. She smiled as she stared at the crooked, brown, furry trunks that split into thick branches—a melon-sized clump of green reaching for the sky atop each branch. “I’ve killed a cactus before. More than one, actually.”

“Ah. Did the cactus do something to deserve an early demise? Or, are you just a silent psychopathic killer of cacti?”

She cringed a little at his choice of words, but hid it with a small chuckle. “Neither. I’m just really bad at keeping plants alive. My thumb is not only decisively not green—it’s necrotic. I have necrotic thumb syndrome when it comes to plants.”

“Hmm. I see. So, how, exactly, do you go about killing a cactus?”

“Well, there are several ways actually. Too much water. Not enough sunlight. And, surprisingly, not enough water. Apparently, you can’t just ignore one and hope it sucks up enough moisture from the air to survive.”

“Okay. Necrotic thumb noted. There will be no gifts of living plants from me in your future. How do you fare with the plastic versions?”

She snorted at the fake seriousness in his voice. Turning to him, she wrinkled her brow to match his tone. “I can’t guarantee the safety of even synthetic greenery in the care of my black and decaying thumb.”

Mouth twitching, he narrowed his eyes and placed a finger alongside his jaw, nodding. “I see. This is more serious than I thought. Dead flowers and chocolate will have to suffice, I suppose.”

She laughed, then turned serious, laying her hand on his arm where it rested between them. “Or, we could just say that saving my life and taking care of me when you really didn’t have to is enough of a gift to last an entire lifetime and then some.”

About the Author:
Holli Anderson has a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing—which has nothing to do with writing, except maybe by adding some pretty descriptive injury and vomit scenes to her books. She discovered her joy of writing during a very trying period in her life when escaping into make-believe saved her. She enjoys reading any book she gets her hands on, but has a particular love for anything fantasy.

Along with her husband, Steve, and their four sons, she lives in Grantsville, Utah—the same small town in which she grew up.

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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

The Christmas Wedding Swap by Allyson Charles - $25 Gift Card Giveaway


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SOMETIMES YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED . . .

Allison Stuart has always been the odd-woman-out of her family. She wears her jeans a little too tight, colors her hair a little too blonde, and instead of going into medicine and law like her sisters, she runs a diner. She’s also the only single sibling left. And while she won’t change her style, and her meatloaf is to die for, thank you very much, she wouldn’t mind her share of wedded bliss. So she makes an early New Year’s resolution: No more meaningless flings.

Drop-dead sexy Luke Hamilton is everything Allison has sworn off. His only serious relationship has been with his five-star restaurant, Le Cygne Noir, in Chicago. When he’s threatened by a lawsuit, Luke decides to hide out in Pineville, Michigan, until the statute of limitations runs out. The small town is filled with Christmas charm, but he can’t imagine living there. Heating things up with the hottie who owns the local diner would make his exile bearable—if he can convince her to give up her ridiculous resolution . . .

Excerpt:
“Is this restaurant a step down for you?” Allison asked sweetly. She twirled the tip of the cleaver in a circle. “Is my kitchen not up to your usual standards?”

Luke appeared to have more balls than brains. He stood firm. “A kitchen can always be improved. Yours is no exception.”

He was giving her an ulcer. Allison’s stomach grumbled in complaint, and she knew just how it felt. There were some things that just weren’t done, and criticizing your boss’s kitchen was one of them. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to piss off a woman holding an eight-inch blade?”

“That’s a solid piece of advice,” Delilah said in agreement.

Luke threw his hands in the air. “Fine. I think you’re making a mistake, but it’s your restaurant.”

“I’m glad you remember that,” Allison said.

Luke’s lips twitched, and he rocked back onto his heels. “I’d heard your nickname was the Tyrant, but I couldn’t see it till now.”

Allison spluttered.

“I mean it as a compliment,” Luke said. “You don’t let anyone push you around. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”

Luke traced a finger along the slick metal surface of the counter, his eyes hot, and Allison felt it as though his finger danced along her spine. She could see in his expression that he meant it. He did find her take-charge attitude a turn-on. And damn if that didn’t make her go a little weak in the knees. Still, she couldn’t let that claim go unchallenged.

“My name is n—”

“No?” Delilah jumped in.

Luke chuckled.

Allison’s jaw grew stiff. If she could incinerate people with the heat of her glare, her restaurant would be down two cooks. They’d be nothing but little piles of dust. “Not no. And not Tyrant. My employees love me.”

Peals of laughter rang through the kitchen.

Allison wagged the knife in the air. “Delilah, that advice about being nice to the woman holding a knife? It goes for you, too.” Spinning, she hammered the cleaver into her cutting board, the blade plunging a quarter inch into the wood. She stepped back, and the cleaver stood upright, quivering in its new slot. With a pointed look at her cooks, she stormed to her office.

The hoots of amusement behind her back rather diminished the effect of her exit.

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Allyson Charles lives in Northern California. She’s the author of the "Pineville Romance" series, small-town, contemporary romances published by Lyrical Press. A former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?). One of Allyson’s greatest disappointments is living in a state that doesn’t have any Cracker Barrels in it.

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Sunday, October 8, 2017

Excerpt from The Lost Great Dane

The Lost Great Dane is the first novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott opened Lost and Found Pets because she loves animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

While searching for a lost cat, Alex finds a weak and injured Great Dane. The dog has no collar, no tags, and no microchip. And the only person looking for him is a man who might have murdered his own wife.

Within 24 hours, Alex has a hunted dog, a cryptic message, and a hitman on her tail. She realizes the only way out of this mess is to solve the mystery of the lost Great Dane.




Excerpt:
I took Simba back inside and got him settled in the laundry room. I then washed Hero and cleaned the mud tracks from the house. By then, it was well after five o’clock. I threw a casserole into the oven and made a quick batch of brownies. I’m a decent cook. My aunt had taught me the basics, and I learned over the years that if you can read a recipe, you can usually produce something eatable. There are a couple of recipes I have gotten pretty good at making. Once the brownies were cool, I put a few in a baggie, grabbed the casserole, and headed next door.
My neighbor, Harvey Gibson, is an eighty-two-year-old retired marine. Even at his age, he is still built like a tank. He’s tall and strong. In spite of his intimidating appearance, he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. He has lived in the neighborhood since he got out of the military, and he and my aunt had been friends. He had been there to hold my hand when we laid her to rest.
At least twice a week, I made dinner for him, and the two of us ate together. I tapped lightly on the back door before reaching for the handle. Harvey only locks his door when he is gone.
“Harvey,” I called as I stepped into his kitchen.
“Be there in a minute, Alex,” Harvey replied from the other side of the house. He had recently discovered online gaming. He now spends a great deal of time kicking teenage butt on a couple of the multiplayer websites. Harvey might not be as fast as some of the youngsters are, but he can outthink them all.
I set the food on the table and was getting two plates from one of the cabinets when I heard someone behind me. I turned with a smile only to be stopped dead in my tracks. It wasn’t Harvey. Instead, it was the biggest mistake of my life.

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