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The Fiduciary Delusion

9/19/2016

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GENRE: Thriller (conspiracy)
 
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An unambitious young man finally finds himself, only to nearly lose everything in an apparent web of international economic terrorism and intrigue. But, as his world begins to unravel, has he become genuinely delusional? Or is he really on to one of the most dangerous global conspiracies of all time? Against all odds, only love and a true friend's faith can save both him and the world as we know it from the abusive power of evil.
 
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 Excerpt Two:
 
Lary weaved in and out of traffic driving like a maniac toward the intersection of I-495 and the beltway.  He continued on the bluetooth.  'Good work, by the way.'
 
Marvin kicked back in his chair.  His pale and puffy moon face was lit by the glow of several monitors in the darkened room.  He casually shoveled a handful of Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos into his mouth, crunched a few times then continued.  'Lucky break.  Seeing that woman with the manager down by 3410.  I thought something was up.  Especially when that hillbilly retard started showing her the camera.'
 
'How'd you know when to look?'
 
He slapped his hands across each other to remove the crumbs.  Flecks of fluorescent orange dust   fell all over his coffee stained stretched out blue business shirt.  'Trade secret, boss.'  He giggled.  'No, really. I have a passive IR device hooked up to an android cellphone utilizing an IP webcam application that is  pointed down that alley.  Every time something crosses it, I get several JPEG photo captures that are instantly emailed to me with a security alert.'
 
'English, please.'
 
'A gadget that spies better than Nick Fury and Elektra combined.  And like I said last night, yesterday morning's capture feed looked suspicious.'
 
'Good work.'  He crossed into the shoulder just inside the fast lane and passed three cars in a row.  'Any other subsequent feeds give you a better view of our mysterious woman?'
 
Marvin swallowed and coughed.  'Not really.  Damn nice ass, though.  Athletic.  Dark hair.  Just saw her from back.  Plus those cameras they have out there are total crap.  That moron doesn't give a rat's ass about his system. Now, if it was me, I'd have—'
 
'Enough, Marvin.  Look, hang tight.  I may need your help again if they happen to get loose.  Remember our agreement.'
 
Silence.
 
He patted his suit coat.  'Mr. Glock and I are going to make this collection call.'
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
John grew up in Rancho Palos Verdes, California and graduated from UC Davis with a B.A. Degree in Economics and has worked in numerous corporate finance and project management jobs in the consumer electronics and IT industries. In 1990, after taking an extended backpacking trip of the South Pacific before attending graduate school, he met his would be wife and in 1991 was married. They settled back in Irvine and South Orange County area of California. In 2003, he and his family (now with two kids in tow) relocated to Christchurch, New Zealand.
 
John's interest in writing began when he was a student at UC Davis, having worked as a Feature Writer for the California Aggie Newspaper. Possessing the desire to write again, and with a bucket list goal of eventually trying his hand at thriller novels, he took the plunge, and in 2014, began writing his first novel, The Fiduciary Delusion. John's interests also include: science, existential philosophy, health, and both western and eastern holistic medicine. John also plays guitar, piano, sings and writes music. In addition, John is an admitted “gym rat” and can be regularly found lifting weights, trudging up hills, sea kayaking, and getting out and about enjoying the beautiful wild outdoors.
 
Amazon:
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AmazonUK:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fiduciary-Delusion-John-Molik-ebook/dp/B01DWA5BVW/
 
 
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29866402-the-fiduciary-delusion
 
 
Ask David:
http://askdavid.com/reviews/book/conspiracy-thriller/13075
 
  

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The Christmas Cookie Shop

9/18/2016

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Ginny will be awarding The Complete Holiday Brides Collection (Books 1 - 5) to five randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.

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​GENRE: Contemporary Romance
 
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Come home this Christmas to…
 
CHRISTMAS TOWN, TENNESSEE
 
Where everyday dreams come true!
 
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ginny Baird brings you the start of a brand new holiday series…
 
THE CHRISTMAS COOKIE SHOP
 
(Christmas Town, Book 1)
 
Hannah Winchester is down on her luck and disillusioned with love, but her fortunes are about to change. When Hannah inherits a defunct bakery in East Tennessee, her first thought is to sell it and settle her substantial debt. Then the townsfolk welcome her warmly and she’s taken with the joyful spirit of the place, where stores employ holiday themes and residents have surnames like Christmas and Claus. After a handsome lawman comes to her aid dressed as Santa, Hannah learns he’s more than a hot guy in a red suit and shiny black boots. Sheriff Carter Livingston has joined in the cause of rejuvenating the town, and he’s encouraging her to do her part. Hannah’s great-grandmother, Lena, sold special holiday cookies that brought hope and renewal to the people of Christmas Town. Yet Hannah has plans elsewhere and isn’t looking to stay. Can she possibly reopen the shop known for kindling romance—without sacrificing her heart?
 
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EXCERPTS (Please choose only ONE to use with your post):
 
Excerpt One:
 
Hannah held back the door, greeting the men on the street. Frank Cho gave a friendly smile, bomber jacket zipped up tight and thumbs hitched in his utility belt. “You must be Hannah.”
 
“Thanks for coming by, and on such short notice.”
 
“No problem,” Frank said as Carter followed him indoors, tipping his hat her way. “Electricity’s nothing to mess with.”
 
Just as Frank spoke, Carter locked on her gaze. Seconds ticked by as winds howled across the threshold. Frank turned to her, puzzled, and Carter reached up and smoothly shut the door. Hannah noted the paper bag in his hand. Its logo read The Elf Shelf Book Shop.
 
“Good to see you, sheriff.” Hannah shot him a smile. “Been shopping?”
 
“Had some errands to run.” Carter awkwardly cleared his throat. “On this street.”
 
Frank paused in unzipping his jacket to scrutinize them both. In a flash, his face registered understanding. “I’ll just go check things out, while you two get acquainted.”
 
“Oh no, we’ve—”
 
“Met,” Carter finished for her. His eyes were a thicket of pines: lush, green, and inviting. Heat warmed her cheeks as Carter removed his hat and pressed it to his chest.
 
“Right.” Frank repressed a grin. “In that case, reacquainted.” Hannah was vaguely aware of Frank turning her way. “Fuse box?”
 
“Kitchen,” she said weakly, never taking her eyes off Carter’s.
 
Frank clucked his tongue. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.”
 
As he trailed away, Hannah could have sworn he said, “Major power surges could be an issue.”
 
Carter shifted his hat to the hand holding the bag. “Hannah…”
 
“Frank seems to have gotten the wrong impression.”
 
“What impression is that?”
 
Her color deepened. “That you and I—”
 
“But we’re not,” he assured her firmly.
 
“No.”
 
“Not even in the least.”
 
Hannah shook her head.
 
“The only thing is…”
 
Hannah waited, her heart drumming.
 
“We could be, if you wanted.”
 
“Could be what?”
 
“Going out.” A sly smile crept up his lips. “You did kind of invite me.”
 
“The rain check.” The words were a breathy whisper.
 
“Yeah.” Carter raised his free hand and lightly traced her lips with his thumb.
 
Hannah’s pulse raced and butterflies went wild within her.
 
“How about that rain check?” he continued. His palm was on her cheek now, the heel of his hand cradling her chin. Carter took a step closer. Only his hat and the shopping bag stood between them. “Can I cash it in?”
 
Copyright © 2016 Ginny Baird
 
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​AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Romance writer Ginny Baird has published novels in print and online and received screenplay options from Hollywood for her family and romantic comedy scripts. Whether writing lighthearted romantic comedy or spine-tingling romantic suspense, she delights in delivering heartwarming stories.
She is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women's Fiction categories. When she's not writing, Ginny enjoys cooking, biking and spending time with her family in Virginia. Ginny loves hearing from her readers! She invites you to visit her website and connect with her on social media. http://www.ginnybairdromance.com/
 
AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006KH1S1M
WEBSITE / BLOG – www.ginnybairdromance.com
FACEBOOK – https://www.facebook.com/GinnyBairdRomance/
TWITTER – https://twitter.com/GinnyBaird
GOODREADS –https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5374955.Ginny_Baird
 
BUY & TBR LINKS
 
Amazon US
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01JSTBE2Q
 
Amazon UK
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JSTBE2Q
 
Amazon CA
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01JSTBE2Q
 
Amazon AU
https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01JSTBE2Q
 
Barnes & Noble NOOK
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-christmas-cookie-shop-ginny-baird/1124277151
 
Apple iBooks
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-christmas-cookie-shop/id1141489207
 
Kobo
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-christmas-cookie-shop
 
Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31358784-the-christmas-cookie-shop


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Beneath a Thousand Apple Trees

8/29/2016

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​Janie will be awarding a digital copy of Beneath a Thousand Apple Trees to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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GENRE: Fiction
 
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As the 20th century dawns, the world is transformed in dizzying ways. But nestled in North Carolina’s Blue Ridge Mountains is a place, and a family, out of time—where one young girl will grow to face the challenges of each generation before her—and discover whether she has the strength to overcome them…
 
The eldest surviving daughter of Anna Guinn, Rachel rarely ventures far from her home in the Appalachians, aside from an occasional trip into town to trade a penny for a peppermint stick. Sometimes she yearns for more, but as much as she fears her mother’s unstable mind, she is anchored by the strength of her grandmother, Willa. Freed from an abusive marriage, Willa holds the family together through hardship, all the while fulfilling her role as keeper of her neighbors’ carefully guarded secrets—the most painful of which may be her own.
 
In this isolated, eccentric world where people depend on moonshine to put food on the table, hang talismans to chase away ghosts—and tragedy can strike as suddenly as a coiled copperhead—Rachel wonders what life has in store. Most of all, she worries whether she and her sister have inherited the darkness that lurks inside their mother. Her one respite is the town’s apple orchard, the ally she finds there—and the revelation that she can take her destiny into her own hands, decide what to leave behind—and what is truly worth carrying into the future…
 
 
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 Excerpt Two:
 
Big Grandma, Gertrude Cooper—Grandma’s mother—lived with us until her passing when I was seven years old. She’d come to live with us when my great-grandfather, Earl Cooper, died and I was four. The two had lived in a cabin that was much farther up the mountain than ours, making my great-grandparents’ cabin practically inaccessible to anyone that didn’t have a darn good reason for undertaking the long haul up there. Once my great-grandfather had passed away, Big Grandma felt the solitude and isolation far more than she ever had before, thus, she’d packed up most of what she had, gave the rest to the church—including the cabin—and moved in with us. Her small cabin was left to the ravages of creeping vines and thick laurel that quickly took over the place and created a well-hidden and safe haven for a couple of turkeys, a family of mice, and a rat snake, all of whom must have taken into consideration the fine accommodations and reluctantly agreed to live and let live. And there were two others who found the perfect use for the abandoned home place—Myra Jenkins and John Vespie.
 
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​AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Janie DeVos is a native of Coral Gables, Florida. She attended Florida State University, then worked in the advertising industry for over a decade, including radio, cable television, public relations and advertising firms. Though her career changed over the years, one thing didn’t—her love of writing. She is an award winning children's author. Beneath a Thousand Apple Trees is her adult debut. Learn more at janiedevos.com.
 
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The Scorpion's Empress

8/21/2016

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After years of serving a corrupt government, Ser Videl, an idealistic paladin, learns that her younger sister is tangled in a dark scheme against Raj Mangala, the compassionate yet troubled Empress of the city's oppressed lowtown; the two women meet and are deeply drawn to one another, finding a shared sanctuary in their violently-divided city. The Scorpion's Empress is intimately written through the eyes of both twenty-seven year old women.

Videl's loving devotion is just what Raj craves, but Raj is wary of letting her guard down while protecting her throne. Determined to prove her worth, Videl chases after Raj and works to unravel the mystery of the plots against the Empress. Raj wants Videl to serve her emotional and sexual needs, and the two explore a meaningful relationship of dominance and submission that delves fully into their deepest wants. When the conspiracy against Raj comes to a head, Videl's loyalties are tested when she is forced to choose between her past and her Empress.
 
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Excerpt One:
 
This promise of adventure—I hadn't felt it properly in years. Women for me have come and gone, literally. The beginnings were never like this. They hadn't looked at me with such controlled, respectful want. Like a gentleman. Like a knight—a true paladin. They hadn't held their hand out to me, not giving a damn about everyone staring at us. They hadn't asked me to dance as Satya sang such a haunting, romantic song about uncertain longing.
 
And then she spoke again: “I'm assuming another rule is that I don't get to learn your real name.”
 
That was way more than anyone else had managed to do.
 
I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “The name's Raj. You're not allowed to tell no one. Promise me.”
 
“I won't betray your trust. I swear that on my honor. I really like your name. It suits you, all the power you have. Tell me whenever I have permission to call you that. I'd like to earn it.”
 
She guided me over to the dance floor. The crowd parted to make room for us. They whispered to each other as we passed by; they saw how entranced I was, no matter how hard I fought to hide it. I watched the seriousness turn over as shadows across Videl's beautiful face. Serious, but soft, somehow—she had a perfect balance of the two almost all the time. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. She lived there until moving away to college. In high school, she began writing fanfiction as a serious hobby. Her pen name is representative of her multiracial heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that is reflective in her work. While pursuing an undergraduate degree in philosophy, she spent her free time reading the works of Virginia Woolf, Soren Kierkegaard and Simone de Beauvoir. She then spent the next years honing her craft to become a published author.
 
Links –
myBook.to/thescorpionsempress
Author.to/yoshiyuki_ly
https://twitter.com/LyLikeLee
http://yoshiyuki-ly.livejournal.com/
https://www.fanfiction.net/~yoshiyukily
 
 

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Unchained Melody Tour

8/21/2016

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​Cynthia will be awarding the first six E-books in the Love Song Standards Series to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
 
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Pamela Landers had it all, a senior partnership with a top law firm, expensive car, and a luxurious condo. What she desired most was a loving husband, children and a life filled with precious memories that would comfort her through her golden years.

Funny how fate has a way of steering you down that path where dreams really can come true. When Pamela encounters Gavin Templeton along her journey, she has some life-altering decisions to make that eventually lead her to happily ever after.
 
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Excerpt One:
 
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Templeton. I’ve been trying to get to Sugar Run for the past two years, but …” she paused. “I just don’t know how to say no to my boss.”  
 
He chuckled and pointed her way.
 
“Well, good for you. All work and no play … well, you know the rest.” He interjected.
 
Then she thought. I’ll be damned. She knew that name. Everyone knew the Templeton name. She was rather titillated by his attention. The Templeton’s, were quite known in the Northeast. Not only was Sugar Run a rather luxurious five-star resort, but his family had acquired over fifty acres of prime lakefront property and started developing it into one of the most eloquent gated communities that would offer luxurious 2-3-bedroom town homes, a 9-hole golf course, and private country club.
The cleft in his chin was more prominent when he smiled and it pleased her to know she was the cause of the sparkle in his eyes.
 
“And, please, call me Gavin.”
 
Her voice shook a little. “Pamela Landers … my name, that is and, thank you for sharing your table.”
 
The waitress arrived, took both of their orders, and refilled their coffee cups.
 
“So, tell me Pamela, what line of work occupies your every waking moment?”
 
“Law,” she answered. “My niche is wrongful death.”
 
The look that registered on his face made her wonder, if the legal field was something he found distasteful. She did not know why, but she wanted his approval. His opinion of her somehow mattered.
 
“Do you ski, Gavin?”
 
“Not an Olympic hopeful mind you, but I manage to make it to the bottom without breaking my neck.”
 
Pamela giggled.
 
His cell phone went off and he excused himself, as he rose and moved from the table. He was only gone for a matter of moments. When he returned to the table and rejoined her, he asked the waitress to bring him the check right away.
 
Pamela tried to hide her disappointment.
 
“Pressing business?” She asked, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice.
 
Gavin’s was evident as he sighed heavily. “I’m afraid so. There’s something I must attend to in Ashbury that needs my attention.” He rose and handed the waitress two twenty-dollar bills and told her to keep the change.
 
Pamela shook her head and raised her hand to argue but, he waved it off.
 
“Please, it was my pleasure to meet you.” His smile was warm and genuine. “Perhaps, you’ll join me for a cocktail this evening. I’ll send a note to your room.”
 
Pamela returned his smile. “Um, that would be nice,” she waved her finger at him, “but, the drinks are on me or, it’s a no.”
 
Gavin reached for her hand, and drew it to his lips, and stroked it tenderly with his thumb. “How can I refuse? Until later this evening then.” He bowed slightly and turned to exit.
 
Pamela was exuberant as she watched him leave, appreciating how well the jeans he was wearing fit around a rather nice tight ass and well-muscled thighs. Pamela relaxed and played back their meeting in her mind. Talk about fate … it was all rather unexpected and the immediate attraction she felt for him was even more surprising. She looked down at the thick, crisp waffles on her plate and began devouring them with a hunger that was as strong as her desire to meet up with the dashing and charming owner of Sugar Run.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
My love of reading romance fiction goes back to those early years when I was raising a young family. It wasn't until much later in life I actually took up the pen to write my first historical romance, Wind Warrior. I really don't fit into one specific niche. Once a story starts to flow, it's only then I know what genre/sub-genre it will fit under.
 
I have only one regret, and that is not getting to this point in my career much sooner, rather than later. Life has a way of setting up road blocks, which for me, was supposed to work out that way. Because of those detours, I have become a more passionate and expressive writer, allowing me to create the kind of raw human emotion I want my readership to feel.
It is my hope you walk away with not just an entertaining read, but the importance in knowing, "Without imagination & dreams, we lose the excitement of wonderful possibilities."
 
LINKS
 
The book is on sale for only $0.99 for a limited time on Smashwords.  The link to buy the book is https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611278  
 
Please use Coupon Code: AN23P

The book is on sale for .99 cents at these fine book sellers too.


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Social links:
 
Website   http://www.romanceauthorcynthiaroberts.com/
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Song of the Oceanides Author Interview & Giveaway

8/8/2016

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Meet Author J.G. Zymbalist

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INTERVIEW 12
What group did you hang out with in high school?
I did not hang out with any group in school.  I was a little bit like the male version of the Ally Sheedy character from The Breakfast Club.  I was very miserable and reclusive.  On the plus side, I did hang out with an older crowd.  A family friend and his wife often took me to the movies; although we never did see The Breakfast Club.       

What are you passionate about these days?
I believe in the laws of nature which are highly apolitical; however I also agree with Margaret Thatcher that the facts of life are conservative.  That’s why I write in some respects.  I hope that my writings can serve as morality plays and/or cautionary tales.  I do wish to help and to serve others.  I’m very sentimental and Victorian in that way.   


If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?

I was only ever published in a few obscure magazines and ezines.  I don’t suppose there’s anything to regret about that, but I do strongly regret sending partials to the money-grubbing lefty-elite gatekeepers of Manhattan.  I should have just self-published from the very beginning because when a non-elite sends partials and query letters to the elites, it is for the most part a total act of futility.  The only winner is the US Postal Service.

Ebook or print? And why?
I prefer ebooks.  Even if humankind recycles paper, I do fear for trees.  Nonfiction ebooks are also ideal because they’re just so much more user friendly and searchable.  I’m all for that because I believe in the value of homeschooling.  That’s how Abraham Lincoln got an education.  When he wasn’t chopping logs or wrestling people, he read books.  If he were around today, I think that he’d like nonfiction ebooks as much as I do.

What is your favorite scene in this book?

My favorite scene in Song of the Oceanides is the one scene that actually takes place within the otherworldly confines of White Sands Desert in Southern New Mexico.  I think that must be the most beautiful and dreamlike place in the world, and it was fun to try to describe it.  I do believe that less is more, so I did not try to drown the plot in description.  Much of the scene entails dialogue—specifically the villain’s monologue as he endeavors to beguile the heroine.  I’m very proud of the way he tries to beguile her too because he concocts an elaborate story involving Mormonism, mysticism, and the Old West.  I think that Brigham Young would have found it all rather amusing. 

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GENRE:  YA Fantasy
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 Song of the Oceanides is a highly-experimental triple narrative transgenre fantasy that combines elements of historical fiction, YA, myth and fairy tale, science fiction, paranormal romance, and more.  For ages 10-110.
 
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Excerpt One:
 
Blue Hill, Maine.
3 August, 1903.
 
From the moment Emmylou heard the song of the Oceanides, she recognized something godly in the tune.  As it resounded all across the desolate shoreline of Blue Hill Bay, she recalled the terrible chorus mysticus ringing all throughout that extinct Martian volcano the day her father went missing down in the magma chamber.
Aunt Belphœbe followed along, guiding Maygene through the sands.  “Why don’t you go play in that shipwreck over there?”  Aunt Belphœbe pointed toward a fishing schooner run aground some fifty yards to the south.
 
When Maygene raced off, Emmylou refused to follow.  By now the chorus of song tormented her so much that an ache had awoken all throughout her clubfoot.  Before long she dropped her walking stick and fell to the earth.  Closing her eyes, she dug both her hands into the sands and lost herself in memories of the volcano.  How could Father be gone?  Though he had often alluded to the perils of Martian vulcanology, she never imagined that someone so good and so wise could go missing.
 
The song of the Oceanides grew a little bit louder and increasingly dissonant.
 
Opening her eyes, Emmylou listened very closely.  The song sounded like the stuff of incantation, witchcraft.  And even though she could not comprehend every word, nevertheless she felt certain that the Oceanides meant to cast a spell upon some unfortunate soul.
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Q & A w/ Author Doug Howery

8/4/2016

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​Doug Howery will be awarding a $25.00 Amazon GC and an autographed copy of the book to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please note geographical restrictions apply. United States only for the physical prize.

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Tell us about yourself:
I am 55-years-old.  Learned to write by studying the craft and reading incessantly.  I am a Biological Farmer.  I grow microorganisms for a living.  Writing alone does not pay the bills.


What was your first book?
“The Grass Sweeper God.”  I am in the process of adapting it into a screenplay.  It is based upon my mother’s 1982 suicide.

Describe your first break
My first break was publishing, “The Grass Sweeper God” through Amazon POD services.  My other first breaks were working with great editors to get the book to a professional level.  Also, working with Mario Sanchez Nevado, the book cover illustrator.



What is your favorite genre to read? To write?
Historical fiction; read and write.


Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
NO.  The ending should reflect the beginning, middle and end. If it is a dark story, then maybe a happy ending.  My book, “The Grass Sweeper God” is a dark story and the ending is hopeful.  That’s all one can realistically ask for, so I believe.


What makes a protagonist interesting?
Giving them hope and then taking it from them.  Make them fight for what they desire, what they need and want and love.  Put conflict in their way.  Make them climb the mountain and not hang out in the middle, but make it to the precipice while fighting the entire way. 

What is the best thing about being a writer?
Playing ‘God’ with characters’ lives.  We can’t or want do that in real life, but between the pages, we are God, indeed.  Telling a story that makes a difference in others’ lives.

What is the worst thing?
Not getting the time to write.  My writing has not afforded me the opportunity to quit my full time job that pays the bills.  I like the solitude of writing; no problem.


Pantser or plotter?
Panster for the most part.  I like to see where the story will take me.  But, if I get overwhelmed, I will plot an outline.

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
Expect the screenplay version of, “The Grass Sweeper God.”  Here is a little taste:  https://youtu.be/9I2ViS1U8Do

Just for fun

Cat or dog person?
Dog person.  His name is Buster Bean.

Favorite food?
Meatloaf

Favorite book?
The Color Purple

Favorite movie?
The Color Purple

Favorite holiday?
Halloween, oops, not a holiday.  Oh well, still Halloween

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
Villain.  Because a princess, I have been.


Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?
Hobbits.  I love their big feet.  Has to be fun to stand so small on those huge feet!

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GENRE: Historical Fiction
 
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Sixteen-year-old Smiley Hanlon is a young woman tethered to a young man's body.  In the 1950's Appalachia coal fields of Solitude, Virginia, Smiley is placed in the "Mentally Retarded Class" because he is effeminate and wears a blouse and saddle shoes to school. 

Smiley is backed by his best friend, Lee Moore who protects Smiley from a father and many townspeople who hate him.  Smiley has dreams of becoming an entertainer.  Raised by his aunt in a juke joint, as a child Smiley sings and dances on the Formica bar top into the wee hours.  Chosen as the female lead, Dorothy, in a new town production called Dorothy of Oz Coal Camp, his dream is being realized.  The triumph of the play and his dream is sabotaged by his father and classmate bullies culminating in a tragic and horrific moment that changes both Smiley and Lee, forever.

Smiley and Lee flee to NYC.  They learn that prejudice is prejudice whether in the coal fields of Virginia or on the streets of NYC. Smiley suffers at the hands of his real mother who is a religious zealot.  She tries to change who Smiley is because he is a boil on the body of Christ. Lee suffers at the hands of psychologists who practice Aversion Therapy-electric shock treatment to cure his homosexuality. 

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  Both Smiley and Lee become forces of change as do countless others.  In 1969, Smiley Hanlon and his friend, Lee emerge as leaders of a gay revolution, the historical Stonewall Riots.  The riots are vicious but the real battle will be won or lost on another continent: Solitude, Virginia. 

The Grass Sweeper God is a force of nature that flows through all things...straightens out that which is bent...which is sick...
 
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 Excerpt Three:
 
Madam Luna:  Celestial Fortune Teller, Spiritual Advisor, Psychic and Conjurer of Bad and Good Fortune.  The circus had come to the fairgrounds and later, Solitude’s Main Street would swell.  People would line Main Street and scurry about in a trance-like state, like they had been put under an ancient spell cast by a conjurer.  Elephants, giraffes, zebras, and lions from Africa would parade down Main Street, and people would be entranced.  Clowns, fire breathers, bearded ladies, conjoined twins, along with every other human oddity would demand an audience without the sense of judgment, but instead bewilderment.  Madam Luna would work her magic, conjuring up spirits, and for every conjure bad bequeathed good.  It was how the heavens aligned by balancing the space and time in which bad and good thrived.  To conjure up the spirits, to conjure up forces beyond mortal expectation, was to play with the fire of the gods.  And she was a fire breather.  Those that requested a conjurer’s service always paid the price because people’s nature was to want bad to happen to others.  There was always a price to pay for such a request.  Madam Luna believed in the adage: We reap what we sow.  This was part of the unspoken conjure.    

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
DOUG HOWERY has been writing both fiction and essays since 1990. His essays and familial stories have appeared in The Blue Ridge Lambda Press.

In many of his stories, as in "The Grass Sweeper God," Mr. Howery's true lode, his font of inspiration is in the passion and suffering he has experienced.
 
Author, Doug Howery penned the novel with insight into his own struggle for sexual identity and personal tragedy. His mother committed suicide in 1982, blaming her two sons' sexual identity in a letter and declaring herself a martyr for intolerance and social bigotry. She referred to her own sons as "Gutter Rats that Could Rot in Hell" and represents the hate and mistrust that have plagued society.

Suspense author, Maggie Grace, with the North Carolina Writers' Network writes about her cohort Mr. Howery: "What I like is the riskiness, the cutting edge of the narrative voice we hear. The moments when he lapses into descriptions of the moon, of the horse, etc. are true poetry that offers some relief from the coarseness of the story, and he places them well. He has an ear for the rhythm of the story, a natural sense of when to end--hangs fire with a new way of looking at someone or something, turning the entire chapter on its ear. I like the way he makes it impossible for the reader to stop reading at the end of the chapter."

Mr. Howery lives in Virginia with his partner of 34 years where he is at work on his next novel.
 
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The Congressman's Wife

7/31/2016

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
 
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 All Eden Bancroft has ever been to her high-profile politician husband is a trophy wife, born and bred for the part. She believes she has no choice but to play it—until she meets a talented chef and restaurant heir who makes her feel loved for herself alone. The more her husband uses and belittles her, the more deeply Eden falls for Kaleb. Even with Mitchell’s congressional campaign in full swing, the lovers manage to find brief stolen moments together. When her husband is wounded by a bullet from a disgruntled lobbyist, Eden must stay by his side. What she learns can set her free, if she has the courage to take a stand.
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 Excerpt One:
 Kaleb had been standing close enough to hear it all—not that he’d intended to eavesdrop.  He only wanted to try and give her some kind of signal—to beg, if necessary—to get a moment alone with her.  When he heard her husband’s caustic words, Kaleb wanted to punch him.  He wanted to take Eden’s hand and lead her out of there, away from the complete jackass her husband seemed to be.
 
Instead, he followed her into the room where coats were checked for the evening.  The maid who’d taken them was nowhere about, and Eden was digging through the racks when Kaleb walked in.  She looked up, surprised.
 
“We need to talk about it,” he said.
 
“About what?”  She found her wrap and Mitchell’s Brooks Brothers overcoat, draped them over one arm and turned to face him.
 
“About this thing between us.”
 
“That’s not very original.”
 
“I feel it and I know you feel it.”
 
“Look, I’m very flattered,” she began but he cut her off.
 
“We don’t have much time.”  He moved closer, aching to touch her.  “Your husband will come looking for you any minute.  Just tell me when and where I can see you again.  Alone.”
 
“You can’t,” she said.  “My husband is running for congress.  It’s . . . it would be impossible.”
 
“No,” he insisted.  “I don’t know why we met or how we’re going to pull this off but I do know one thing.”  He was speaking so softly now that she had to move closer to hear him.
 
“What?” she asked, her lips just inches from his own.  They were of equal height and he could see how well, how perfectly, they would fit together.
 
“I won’t give up.  I want to make love to you.”
 
“At least once?” she countered.
 
He moved closer still.  “Once will never be enough for us.  You know that, too.”
 
She sighed, lightly, and her sweet breath lingered on his cheek for a moment before she moved away and broke the spell.
 
“My husband is waiting for me,” she said.  “You’re a little crazy, you know?  You need to forget about this.  I’m married.  I have kids.  I don’t have time for an affair.”
 
“Have lunch with me.”
 
“Sorry—too busy.”
 
“Just let me talk to you.  Give me two hours—maybe over the weekend.  Then if you never want to hear from me again, that’ll be it.  I swear.”
 
She didn’t say anything for a moment, as if she was considering it.  “As intriguing as that sounds, I’m afraid it’s impossible.  I’m going to the season opening at the Village Resort up in Hunter this weekend, with my best friend.”
 
“Your husband going too?” Kaleb persisted.
 
“No.  He has a previous engagement.  Not that it’s any of your business.”
 
He opened his mouth to answer but Mitchell’s voice rang out in the foyer.  “Edie—let’s go.  Where are you?”
 
She flashed Kaleb a warning look and called out softly, “Coming, Mitchell.”  Then she left, quickly, before her husband could see Kaleb standing in the shadows.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Charlene Keel has written over a dozen novels and how-to books as well as multiple episodes of popular TV shows such as Fantasy Island and Days of our Lives.  Her Dell book, Rituals, was the basis for the first made-for-syndication soap opera.  Recently she co-authored The Tracks, a YA supernatural trilogy.  Shadow Train, the final installment, won a Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award.  Keel has also written screen adaptations of novels by bestselling authors, and has worked as editor or managing editor for a few international magazines.  In her spare time she ghostwrites books and screenplays for celebrities, doctors, corporate moguls, spies, strippers and anyone who has an interesting story to tell.
 
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Arie Pavlou is a popular chef who attended Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and then perfected his craft at some of the top-rated Michelin restaurants in France and New York.  He has lived and worked in France, Cyprus and the U. S. and is an avid world traveler who speaks five languages.  He enjoys all sports and has a talent for knife-throwing, which he perfected at Le Cordon Bleu.  Currently Chef de Cuisine at the renowned Bridgehampton Inn in New York, his specialties include Caramelized Baked Alaska, Winter Salad, Roast Lamb Fondue, Wild Game and Poached Pears with Mint Ice Cream.  The Congressman’s Wife is his first novel, and he’s currently writing a cookbook.
 
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Q & A w/Clementina Author & Giveaway

7/28/2016

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Simon Cann: interview 11​

What are your favorite TV shows?

The Wire ruined me. Since watching The Wire (for the first time—I’ve watched it at least three times) everything else has seemed…shall we say, disappointing.

There’s plenty of “chewing gum for the brain”, but The Wire is the standard by which I judge. That said, honorable mentions must go to:

          The Bridge (the Scandinavian version, not the Anglo-French remake, and I’ve yet to catch to US version)

          House of Cards (the remake…and I’m British and old enough to remember the original).

  Justified

What is your favorite meal?
Anything cooked by someone else.

If you were to write a series of novels, what would it be about?
Hey! Less of the if.  I’m onto my third series!

Is there a writer you idolize? If so who?
Idolize is a difficult notion. Respect is probably a better way to describe how I feel about influential writers, and the writers I respect include: Robert Harris, Frederick Forsyth, Walter Mosley, Harlan Coben, and John Sandford.

How did you come up for the title of this book?
The working title was Cartilage. That title came very early on before I really had a handle on the story.
I had a notion of Leathan being “crunched” between two forces—like cartilage is crunched. But as soon as I started outlining in detail it became clear that the story was different and that Cartilage was the wrong title (since Leathan wasn’t actually crunched).

While I knew Cartilage was wrong, I didn’t know what was right so I went through many, many, many ideas and permutations trying them all on for size and style. In the end, the only title that was short and snappy, and had any real logic was Clementina.

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GENRE
: Crime Thriller
 
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Leathan Wilkey has been hired to babysit Clementina, a seventeen-year-old whose rich daddy is going through a messy divorce and is over-compensating.

Leathan soon tires of her spending habits, her selfie obsession, and her social media preoccupation as his ward drags him from shop to boutique to jeweler, approaching each with the self-possession that comes from a lifetime of getting her own way and never once having to worry about money.

But when Clementina snaps her fingers and her boyfriend doesn’t come running, something is up. He doesn’t appear because he’s been murdered.

When Leathan investigates, he finds that the boyfriend has no background and met Clementina through a connection made by daddy’s business partner.

Daddy’s business partner who has been slowly and progressively putting daddy in a vice, grabbing more of the business, and who is now menacing Clementina directly to manipulate daddy.
 
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Clementina was clearly offended.
 
Offended by my apparently uncouth utterance. Offended that I was not paying due reverence. Offended that I was thinking money, when I should be appreciating the art. Offended in the way that only a seventeen-year-old can be offended.
 
She was able simultaneously to be both a child and a world-weary adult. Neither of whom was accepting of my situation; both of whom were deeply saddened by my obvious circumstances.
 
She was saddened that I could live in a world like this.
 
Some people are saddened about famine in Africa. Some are saddened about wars or religious fundamentalists imposing their unyielding doctrines on populations, killing and mutilating children and innocent adults. Clementina was saddened and offended—on my behalf—that the world of jewelry and the exquisite pleasure of fine gems set in delicate pieces of lovingly shaped precious metal had been withheld from me.
 
She knew—as only one who had been indoctrinated into the secret society knew—that if I had been exposed to the world of bijouterie, then I would appreciate the treat that was waiting for me.
 
What she didn’t know was that I hated being patronized by seventeen-year-olds. Even if their father was paying me. Not that her father and I had actually done anything as tedious as agreeing a fee.
 
Or meeting.
 
Or talking. Even on the phone.

 
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Simon Cann is the author of the Boniface, Montbretia Armstrong, and Leathan Wilkey series of books.
In addition to his fiction, Simon has written a range of music-related and business-related books, and has also worked as a ghostwriter.
Before turning full-time to writing, Simon spent nearly two decades as a management consultant, where his clients included aeronautical, pharmaceutical, defense, financial services, chemical, entertainment, and broadcasting companies.
He lives in London.
 
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A Gentleman and a Rogue

7/27/2016

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GENRE: Steampunk romance
 
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Lady Keira Russell is destined to bring compressed natural gas to Britain. Her inner courage and mental toughness rarely falter – except when Prince Edmund Windsor is involved.

Edmund of Wales is from the future. His last jaunt through history muffed up the time line. Now, he's here to set it straight and win Keira's heart.

For Keira, if it isn't one obstacle, it's another. Queen Victoria has sponsored a competition to find a cleaner fuel source than coal. Keira's father is trying to build a windmill and the Ridgecrofts are working with gasoline. Then there's Edmund, whose sensual kisses and heated stares distract her down to her bones.

Keira has a choice: trust Edmund's notorious mischief-making or put her faith in Queen Victoria to make the right decision, but if Keira makes the wrong choice, the future of Great Britain will be changed forever.
 
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Excerpt Four:
 
Richard pursed his lips.
 
"All right, then. I have orders to take you, Alice, Grayson, and Jonas back immediately."
 
"That ought to be fun -- especially Jonas. He's helping Keira's father build a windmill."
 
"Petrol and electricity are the future."
 
Edmund grimaced.
 
"No, they aren't. Alice and I tried to tell you -- Keira's compressed natural gas powers our future."
 
His voice filled with conviction.
 
"Ever since we were children--"
 
"History changed when Grayson came with Alice. He's here to fix it now."
 
Keira held up her hands.
 
"Now, boys, let's not raise our voices. I have a feeling you've had this conversation before and came to no resolution."
 
"That's true," Edmund conceded.
 
Richard nodded.
 
Edmund glared at his brother.
 
"I'm not leaving. Alice and I have every intention of setting history straight."
 
Richard sighed.
 
"Besides, the only way to get back to the future is for us to warm our coin necklaces in our hands. You can't do that for us."
 
"Ever heard of an override switch?"
 
"No." Edmund's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the sound of that.
 
"Professor Byron gave me one."
 
A sinking feeling descended into the pit of his stomach.
 
"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
 
"That's telling."
 
Exasperated, Edmund raked a hand through his hair.
 
"Think this through, Richard. No, better yet -- listen to your instincts."
 
His brother chuckled.
 
"What's so funny?"
 
"I had an interesting conversation about instincts today with Jocelyn."
 
Keira tilted her head slightly, a curious expression crossing her face.
 
"Do you know Jocelyn well?"
 
"I'm staying with the Dunkirks."
 
"I can't imagine Lord Ridgecroft meeting the suitable test with his goggles and cigars," said Edmund.
 
"Actually, I find Jocelyn and her father very refreshing."
 
"So, Richard, what are you going to do?" Edmund asked.
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  Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  After serving 11 years in the US Army she currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate, is addicted to coffee and enjoys early morning walks.  She's also an assistant den leader for her son's Cub Scout den and is a Boy Scout mom. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children's books published with 4RV Publishing. 

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