Best Reads of 2014...

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Playing for Keeps (Neighbor from Hell #1) by: R.L. Mathewson
Lick (Stage Dive, #1) by: Kylie Scott

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One of my greatest joys is the time I spend reading. And I could go into all the reasons I love to read but in the end the only thing you need to know is I LOVE to read.
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Great book, loved it. Would highly recommend it.
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This was a good book. I didn't have anything glaringly bad with it, nor did I see anything that really stood out. I liked it.
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Blog Tour stop for The Eyes of Love by: Angelina Rose

 
Me.1aAbout Angelina Rose:

Angelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places. It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina's author career. "I awoke in the ICU... I had been unconscious for several days," Angelina says. In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she'd ever had in her life! It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes! After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new "Mill Creek Crossing Romance" series... contemporary romance intended for adults. The "Starting Over Series" is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well... nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced... so Angelina thought "what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?" Then the first story in the series was born. There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit... or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she's doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow. Angelina's mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn't writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books... reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her... When she's not spending time with her goodlooking man, or quality time with her laptop, she's working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories. Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!


AR.Eyes.FGenre: Romance
Publisher: BookBaby
Release Date: April 26, 2013
Book Description:
After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she'll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she'd had a "school girl crush" on can. Although shocked and thrilled by Colin’s attention, Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether… the one for Sally’s heart. Will Colin be able to convince her that's it safe to love him... and that forever isn't really out of reach? Romantic, amusing, and deeply moving, Book 4 in the Mill Creek Crossing Romance Series, is a tale that will stay with you. The Eyes of Love is a novella… you will be able to enjoy it in just one day!
Sally, it’s been almost five years, honey. That isn’t too soon by anyone’s standards. Everyone wants you to be happy, including your son I bet.” We’ll see. This isn’t a big deal. I think he just feels bad for me,” she said without thinking. Why would he feel bad for you?” Oh. Nothing. Listen, I’ve got to go. Call ya later!” she said as she quickly ended the call. She stopped for a moment and leaned against an old brick building, wondering how she’d allowed herself to slip. Up until now, no one outside of her high school had any idea of how bullied she was. And she was hoping they wouldn’t remember either. As she started to walk again, she noticed Stephanie Dixon walking down Main Street, arm-in-arm with Jazz. She ducked back behind a small brick wall attached to the building and watched them. Stephanie hadn’t changed much. She was still buxom and blond and snobby. She walked like she owned the town, and Jazz looked completely out of place holding onto her. Sally had never known Jazz personally, but she’d watched him around school for years. He was Colin’s sidekick, and the two boys had known each other since they were very young. Her shock over what Jazz had done to his friend was still fresh, and she wondered what they would do if she started walking down the street in front of them. Deciding that she needed to do something bold for her inner younger Sally, she ran her fingers through her hair and walked out from behind the building. At first, they didn’t notice her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Stephanie elbow Jazz. She walked directly into their path, but Jazz wouldn’t make eye contact. That’s when she realized that Steph was elbowing him not because she recognized her but because Jazz must have been admiring her a little too much. The thought made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sally was mostly struck by how sad Stephanie really looked. She looked like a woman who was desperately trying to hold on to any shred of youth she had. Looking back, her looks were all she had even back then. She wasn’t all that smart, her personality stunk and now her looks were starting to fade too. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for her. Just a little. Although the bullying had been horrible, it had given Sally the ability to gain strength in herself. As an attorney, she wasn’t afraid to fight for others because she remembered what it was like to have her basic human rights stripped from her. Hungry for lunch, Sally ducked into Stella’s Diner to have a sandwich and plan her day. She had some shopping to do for the perfect dress to wear to the reunion, and the dress shop in Mill Creek Crossing might not have a big selection. Welcome to Stella’s!” a waitress called from behind the counter. Sally nodded and found a booth next to the window. From her vantage point, she could still see Jazz and Steph who were now sitting on the bench where she and Colin had run into each other. She was angry about something and crossing her arms with a pout on her face. Sally was struck by how immature she still was, and there was Jazz trying to reason with her. Good luck, Jazz, she thought. She’d tried to reason with her many times throughout high school. Hi there. I’m Gracie...” the waitress said as she put down a napkin and some silverware. Gracie. It’s me. Sally Overby,” she said grinning. Gracie stopped in her tracks and squinted her eyes. “Sally? I can’t believe it! You’re stunning, honey!” she said reaching down and hugging her. “What are you doing in town?” Reunion. And to see Momma, of course.” I can’t get over how beautiful you are!” Thanks.” You were always a sweetheart of a person, but now your outside matches your inside.” That’s a nice way to look at it.” So, what have you been up to?” Let’s see... Became an attorney, got married, had a son, became a widow...” Oh, Sally, I’m so sorry! I remember that now. Your Momma told me a few years back. You’re still single?” Yep. But I have a date to the reunion tomorrow night, so I guess I’m officially back on the dating circuit now,” Sally said giggling. Date? Who with?” Colin Dean.” Gracie started fanning herself. “Oh, girl, you scored on that one, huh?”
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Monday, August 19, 2013

ADELA ARTHUR and the CREATOR’s CLOCK

by Judyann McCole
About The Author:   Judyann McCole Is…Roman Catholic   A lover of Books, Florence + Machine, The color Teal, Asian Food, Chocolate, Pandas, and The Rain.   Also A fan of writing in odd places like in bathtubs, under staircases, in a tree, or maybe zoo.   I was born in Montreal, Canada and a few years later my parents moved home to the States where I’m currently attending College.   I don’t know why I never thought about writing. As I was searching for a niche in everything else I was also writing stories about a girl searching for where she belongs and people my age going on wild adventures. One day a teacher of mine, Ms. E. McAllen, asked me what I loved to do and it finally hit me. I love being a storyteller. But I was afraid no one would want, or care to read what I had to say. Until another teacher, Ms. K. Cole gave me the pep talk that changed my life.  

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aaandcc.v1-FinalBook Genre: Young adult fantasy
AGE: 13 up
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: July 26th, 2013  
Book Synopsis:   To Who Ever This May Concern;   I wish I could tell you the contents of this book were purely fictional. That I, Adela Arthur, was just a normal sixteen year old from Portland and that dragons, giants, elves and mermaids were just myths. I wish these were legends shared from crazy old grandparents to crazy old grandparents around campfires. After all, that is what I used to believe.   I never would have thought they lived on the other side of our mirrors in a world called Cielieu. But they do…   I never would have thought there were humans, better known as Volsin that lived among them with the ability to create light from a single thought. But there are…   I never would have thought I was one of them… But I am…   I am the last Arthur and I was brought to the human world after a Volsin, filled with greed, began to strip the light from our kind.   The human world was supposed to be a safe haven… but he’s found us and the only way to stop him is to go back to Cielieu and begin training as a student in the Elpida Castle of Light.   Like I said I wish the contents of this book were purely fictional and not my life…   ADELA ARTHUR  

Preface
S he ran because she had no other choice. She feared what would happen if she dared to stop. There was no time to think. There was barely any time for her to breathe. On her broken ankle, she ran. With her bruised arms, she ran. With her bleeding sides, she ran because she knew today was the day she was meant to die. Her bare feet, covered with everything from wet dirt to dried, dead leaves to cold ice, took her farther into the forest. She jumped over the dark fallen log, not caring that the bottom of her pants snagged on the tip of it. She went on, running deeper, running faster, trying not to think. Thinking would stop her. Thinking would make her want to survive. Thinking would cause her to fight, and today she could not fight. She heard the screeches; she had seen their dark eyes. They were confirming what she already knew in her heart to be true. Today was the day she was meant to die. Snow fell gently on her like small glimpses of hope. She loved the snow. But even today it, too, was against her. It knew. It blanketed the ground and froze her to her core. She slowed, but she didn’t stop running. Slowing was a mistake, though. Now she could feel the fatigue as it crept up inside her. She could feel the pain as it came into her ankle like burning knives slicing away at her. As the screeches rang through the forest, they too chilled her. Whether she slowed or not, she was meant to die today. However, she had one choice, one option. What was to be her final ground? She had the choice of where she could die and it wasn’t going to be here. It wasn’t going to be in the depths of the dark forest. It would not be fatigue, or hunger, or even the evil creatures that dwelled inside that forest. She couldn’t die here. It wasn’t good enough. She ran, but again her pace slowed. What a fatal flaw that was, for now she tripped over the root of a skillful hidden tree. Her body hit the iced-over, snow-covered ground, adding even more injuries to her collection. She touched her lip; seeing her blood on her hands shocked her, stilling her. She was bleeding everywhere, but for some reason that blood was what stilled her. That was her final fatal flaw because now she stopped running. Running had calmed her and now that was gone. A dry sob broke through her lips before the tears came. They broke so quickly they burned, blinding her. She could think now. She knew to what her actions would lead. She knew she could hurt them all. But it had to be done; it was the only thing left to do. They would hate her. They wouldn’t understand. They would have told her there was another way, but there wasn’t. There just wasn’t. They wished for it to be innocent, clean, easy—but it couldn’t be. She knew there wasn’t another way. They knew there wasn’t another way. But they hoped, they prayed, but most of all, they feared. That they too were like her, that they too were only prolonging their agony. It wasn’t always like this. I promise you it wasn’t always like this. There use to be laughter and harmony, absolute and unfathomable harmony. They wanted that back. They needed that back. So she had to die today. She heard it. She heard his foot upon the snow. Lifting herself from the ground with great ease, for she no longer hurt, she turned to him, all the anger in the world directed at him. He—with handsome red eyes and blond hair—he was the reason she would die today. I am not sure if you are the most reckless girl I have ever met or the wisest.” His soft, gentle voice rang out—his voice never much higher than a whisper. It was a deceiving voice. It was the voice of a friend, a brother, a father; it was a voice of someone who cared. This you won’t win. Haven’t you heard? Light always wins. You scare and you terrify, but in the end light always wins. So you are the most reckless man I have ever met, for trying to do the same thing so many others have tried and failed to do,” she told him through her own tears. He simply circled her before speaking again. “Now who lied to you, my dear? There is no such thing as failure. I have simply discovered ways that did not work.” She looked forward, not speaking to the man behind her. There was no point wasting the few precious breaths she had left. Her tears flowed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks like miniature waterfalls. He was the reason she would die today. How tragic it is that you will not be alive for me to impart such a lesson upon you.” That was the last thing she heard before the darkness came. She hoped; she truly hoped she did not die today for nothing.  
 
Saturday, August 3, 2013

INSPIRATION How author Marianne Spitzer finds inspiration


How author Marianne Spitzer finds inspiration


  First of all, I love to write. There isn’t much that is more exciting for me than to sit down at my laptop and see a blank document in front of me. I know that soon the words will flow and the page will be filled. Then a second and a third will be filled and my story is on the run. I love to write. Watching my thoughts turn into a story is exciting.
  I find my inspirations in many places and things. I have a folder full of ideas that may become books one day. I wish I could write them faster, but as it is, I have six stories in different phases of completion now.
  I can look at a picture of an old abandoned castle or house and see the story within. Since I write supernatural mystery, I will see ghosts in every window and horrors behind each door. It depends on which horror or ghost’s tale I imagine most vividly that becomes the story. I may imagine many ideas and the ones I don’t use immediately are written down in the ever expanding idea folder.
  I also pull inspiration from events in my life or an idea that just pops into my mind. My life is not full of ghosts and I don’t live in a haunted mansion, but inspiration can come from an everyday experience. Having an open mind to what might be is where I get ideas. There are times when I have no idea where the inspiration comes from. Personally, I think it’s my muse. I don’t have any other explanation.

  As an example, I do live in an apartment building. We have a huge room for special events or our annual Christmas dinner. At night, the doors are left open, but the lights are off. If I forgot to get my mail before dark or am leaving via the front door, I need to walk down the hallway which leads to the meeting room. It looks like a black void. The hall is bright and then you see a huge black hole. My mind can run amok and think of a dozen things that could be going on in that room from a ghost party to the hiding place of an evil spirit.
  My family often wonders about how my mind works when I can come up with a story on the spot on any subject they choose. Maybe my mind is wired differently or my imagination is wilder. Whatever it is, I love it and it leads me to write which is my passion.


About the author: Marianne  I was born in Milwaukee, and lived there until I was eighteen. Then I spent eight years in Washington state and California before returning to Wisconsin. I love eerie places and books. I began with a love of Nancy Drew books and as I grew I found H.P Lovecraft, Agatha Christie, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle among others. When I am not writing, I am reading or watching sunsets. I have been writing short stories since I was in grade school. Most were in the form of essays relating real life events. Many were purely imaginary trips to magical places and times. I enjoy making up stories about people I meet or see on the street. I can see a story in a picture, especially if the picture is eerie. My imagination runs wild and free. I have self-published a book of essays and a book of children's stories for my granddaughter, Brittney. Gypsy Spirits is my debut novel and the first in the series of three "spirit" books. I have self-published the second "spirit" book, Annamarie and Magdalena. I also self-published a supernatural mystery, THE LETTER. I plan to have the sequel to THE LETTER out this year and the third "spirit" book available winter 2013/14. From there I am sure my muse will guide me into another story plot.

Synopsis

Kellie, a young college grad laid off from her first teaching job and besieged by creditors, receives a letter requesting her appearance at the reading of Frederick Malone’s will. What could she have in common with the town’s richest man? Curiosity draws her to the will reading where she learns she has inherited a vast sum. The conditions of her inheritance require she change her name and reside in the Malone mansion. Long considered haunted by the residents of Malone Springs, Kellie, her fianc√© and four friends move in ignoring the rumors. Strange and frightening events begin to plague Kellie before she moves and grow more frightening once she and her friends settle in. Adopted at birth, her adoptive parents killed in an auto accident leave Kellie to investigate her ancestors on her own. What she discovers leads her into more danger and mystery as she learns the true nature of her biological grandfather. Could his evil deeds hurt her from beyond the grave? Who’s responsible for the strange occurrences? What happened to her biological parents? As one solved mystery leads Kellie into another, she and her friends try to solve them all before tragedy strikes.
This book also contains the supernatural/mystery short story "MEGAN'S FEAR."

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