Book Blitz: FOR FOX SAKE ( The Chaos of Foxes #1 ) by EMMA DEAN!@XpressoTours

For Fox Sake
Emma Dean
(The Chaos of Foxes #1)
Publication date: August 28th 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

What do you do when you’re outfoxed?

Kenzie is the only non-witch in her family. When her younger sister’s powers end up stripped from her, Kenzie promises to find a way to get them back – after all she has a very specific set of skills after trying to make up for not having any powers of her own.

When Kenzie finds something to restore her sister’s powers, the only way to obtain it is to steal it from the Alpha of the West Coast Pride. Right as she’s about to succeed three sexy foxes snatch it right from under her nose. Will Kenzie be able to take it from them before they steal her heart as well?

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EXCERPT:

There they were.

The one at the center – he was tall, but not the tallest. His burgundy hair looked like a jewel among all the green. Hunter. He tilted his head as he studied her. She could tell he was trying to get her scent.

Then he pulled his hand out of his pocket and Kenzie clenched her hands into fists when she saw the potion.

“Would you take off your charm?” Hunter asked. “It’s…strange not to know your scent.”

Kenzie looked to the black-haired one, Ash. The memory of his arm around her waist made her cheeks heat and she hated herself for how badly she wanted him to do it again. Ash crossed his arms over his broad chest and his blue eyes sparkled when he gave her a mischievous grin, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

But these foxes looked more like really fit human men than the larger predator shifters did in their human forms. They were still gorgeous, but not massive like Samuel was. She wondered for a brief moment if the foxes had that brutal strength shifters whispered about. Like the Fates had taken pity on their size and made them strong enough to take on a wolf – sometimes stronger.

Then Finnick ran his hand through his flame-red hair and walked forward. Kenzie knew she should keep her eyes on Hunter, but this one had been the first she’d seen. Something about his charm had an edge to it, but the way he grinned at her – it was infectious and she desperately wanted to know the joke.

“Did you know foxes can feed on chaos and pain?” Finnick asked. His voice was serious despite the expression on his face and it made Kenzie jump, like he’d scared her. “I can taste your pain.”

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, watching the way Finnick circled her.

“We want to know what you smell like first,” Hunter told her. “Maybe I’ll give you the potion for it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want with my scent?” She’d kept it a secret for years. No one knew her true scent. It was her only weapon against the shifters.

“To know you,” Ash told her, stepping forward to circle in the other direction.

Hunter smiled and tucked his hands back in his pockets. “Take off the charm, and I’ll tell you why we’re here. Maybe…maybe we can make a deal.”

Hope flared for a brief moment before she crushed it. These were foxes. Stereotypes were true for a reason. Most avoided foxes because they were impossible to trust. But…if he’d give her the potion? What was she willing to do for it – for Selene?

Slowly she reached up. Each earring was enchanted to help her exist in the paranormal world. Two were for scent, another to mask the sound of her heart and her breathing, and then the fourth was to enhance her senses like sight and smell. The last was to give her strength when she activated it – enough strength to take down a bear shifter if she needed to, but only for an hour.

Without powers she was more vulnerable than she would ever admit. Without her charms she was defenseless against any paranormal being. Her hands shook as she removed them all. No need to give away which charms did what.

Once they all twinkled in the palm of her hand she glared at Hunter and put them in her dress pocket, daring him to get closer so she could snatch the potion from his pocket.

Her auditory charm still in her ear helped her hear the sound of the underbrush being crushed by Ash’s foot as he came up behind her. His hand brushed down her arm and she shivered.

Kenzie knew they could hear the beating of her heart now, they could hear her breathing quicken as she felt Ash brush his nose against the back of her neck. She blushed, knowing they could smell how nervous she was – how much she liked the way he touched her.

Clenching and unclenching her hands she focused on her breathing – control. That’s what she’d learned among the humans. Perfect, unwavering control. She’d spent too many years relying on her charms. Kenzie needed to practice more.

Ash jerked back from her and growled. “Mate,” he hissed, baring his teeth.

Kenzie bared hers right back. “No,” she snapped. “I am not.”

Finnick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “She’s your mate? How fun. Let me smell.”

Kenzie wanted them to get the fuck away from her, but she wanted the potion more. How close would Hunter get?

Ash got in her face, his blazing blue eyes searching hers. “Whether you like it or not, you’re mine.”

“I can deny the bond.”

He grinned then, slow and full of fire. “Sure, but only if you mean it.”

A flicker of doubt ran through her.

And then Finnick’s hand on her bare shoulder had her whipping around to smack his hand away. “Mate,” he said, grinning like he’d won the lottery. “You can hit me if you want. I like it rough.”

“I am not your mate. Even if I wanted to, I can’t be both of yours.”

Hunter strolled right up to her then, the toes of his boots brushing the tips of her Converse. He looked down at her, so close she had to crane her neck up to look into those strange, glittering brown eyes of his. When the sun hit them they glittered like liquid gold.

Despite her common sense she was entranced by him, by the strange musky scent he exuded with its hint of sharp citrus. “Foxes can mate in triads like the felines,” Hunter murmured, examining the line of her jaw like he thought it might hold the answer to whatever question he had. “It’s entirely possible, especially considering how close the three of us are.”

Then his hand shot out, so quick she barely even registered the motion until his large, calloused hand wrapped around her throat. Her heart pounded so hard it was difficult to breathe, but when she had a second to evaluate the situation she realized his touch was so gentle it was barely there.

His thumb brushed along the column of her throat and damn her, she shivered again, eyes closing as the touch filled her with a strange electricity.

Kenzie’s eyes shot open when Hunter bent to run his nose from the top of her shoulder all the way to her throat until he was just under her jaw. His lips against her bare ear felt…delicious.

“The taste of your pain is intoxicating, mate,” Hunter murmured against her skin.

His words felt like a confession.

 

Author Bio:

Emma Dean lives and works in California with her husband and son. She loves romance but needed something different so Draga Court was born. With too many stories to write the schedule has been filled through 2018.

When she’s not writing she’s reading, or spending time with her family.

With publishing now at least she has an excuse for not folding the laundry 😉

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Book Blitz: FUTURE WORLD ROLLS ( Carousels of Life Space Opera Series Book 2 ) by TERRY TUMBLER! @terrytumbler @RABTBookTours

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We Are Family
Carousels of Life, Book Two
 
Space Opera
Published: September 2018
Publisher: Sombrella
 
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This Space Opera is set to Rock n’ Roll and classical music, many of the songs being entirely original and composed by the author.
It starts in the mid-20th century with two talented FBI Special Agents being tasked with recruiting people to undertake a really unusual mission. In the process, they are themselves abducted to take a leading role in that mission, which is intended to save the human race from alien conquest.
It involves time travel into the future, as they lead their hostile hunters on a merry chase across the centuries. They have the full support of other sympathetic races in their imaginative survival techniques, allowing them to go on the offensive.
The characters within embark on a series of adventures that are truly moving in their significance. Based initially on our own Planet Earth, the story employs reported alien sightings and events.
Future World ROLLS to its very core!
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FUTURE WORLD ROCKS!
Going Back To Our Roots
Carousels of Life, Book One
Published: August 2017
This story contains interwoven strands that are brought together as events unfold.
The first focuses on the aftermath of Nazi research into UFO based systems. Primarily it concerns a flying time travel craft called the ‘Bell’ and its disappearance after those early days when the U.S.A. took over its research.
The second occurs in the future, when alien refugees seek asylum with us on our planet. They come from a planet destroyed by one of its own moons and have wandered the stars, looking for a place to stay.
Soon they are introducing us to other beings, secretly living under the surface of the planet and mining the moon. Naturally, whodunit problems arise for our crime detection agents to resolve.
All this occurs to a backdrop of Rock n’ Roll music, as Future World rocks to its core!

 

 

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The author, writing under the pseudonym Terry Tumbler, was born in the 1940s in the small province of Wales, in not-as-‘Great’-as-it-once-was Britain. The adjoining photo of the real author has been air-brushed, so that the possibility of anyone stumbling upon his true identity will not disturb him, also believing that no one who reads his first book can possibly recognise him from the long gone days of his childhood. The first book, The Rough and Tumbles of Early Life, as you may be aware, is an accurate recollection of key events that occurred in his early life.  Others of a similar, warped humour and semi-fictional nature have been produced and are being published.
The author left full-time education with a higher level certificate in Business Studies, had a Commercial Apprenticeship in the Titanium Industry, and subsequently gained professional qualifications in Personnel Management and as a Company Secretary. He worked in all aspects of computing for over thirty years, during which time many reports of dubious value and two technical manuals were well-written and printed.
Now retired, and a few months after moving abroad, the author was bemused to find his dear wife sitting alone on her tilting armchair weeping; the reason she gave was shock and horror at the prospect of spending her remaining years with him. Since then, he has done his best to behave himself, but she has still taken out a funeral plan on him. They have three grandchildren, none of whom much like to be with him for more than two weeks.
Those who may wish to inflict retribution for his innocently evil behaviour as a child, may well see through the flimsy disguise, but should know that the author now lives on alien shores and cares not one jot for their intentions.
 
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Book Blitz: MIRACLES MASTER THE ART by NANCY LYNNES HARRIS is Now LIVE!@RABTBookTours

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Body,Mind,Spirit / Shamanism
Publisher: GodSpirits United, LLC
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Miracles Master the Art gives readers 12 Steps to Heal Yourself Without Medicine.
With this information, you will never have to settle for anything you’d rather change. By controlling your thoughts and attitudes, and by adding certain words to your thinking, you can control your own health, wealth, and peace of mind.
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12 STEPS TO HEAL YOURSELF

WITHOUT MEDICINE

It was 1980. When the call came in, I was presenting a jazz workshop for piano teachers in the farmlands of central Washington. My husband, Ray, was called to the phone. I continued presenting the workshop, wondering what was so important that someone was calling him while we were miles away from our home in Auburn, Washington.
When the workshop ended, we said our goodbyes and got into our car for the long drive home. Ray started the car, backed out a few feet, stopped, and looked at me with tears in his eyes. He said, “Oh, honey! That was Jeff on the phone.” Jeff was our oldest son, just twenty years old.  Ray continued, “He said a policeman came to our home early this morning to say that Mike was killed in a car accident.” Mike, our second child, had turned eighteen just eight days earlier. As we drove through the Washington countryside, now eager to get home, I tuned in to the news on the car radio, and we heard them announce the death of our son, Michael Alan Jones. Michael was born in Frankfurt, Germany, while Ray was serving in the U.S. Army. It was an easy birth for me, mainly because I was in my mid-twenties. While I was still in the hospital, an Army doctor who specialized in ophthalmology came by to say he believed our baby might have something wrong with his eyes, and he wanted to see us in his office the following week. We complied, and the doctor confirmed that Michael was born with congenital glaucoma. The doctor explained that fluid was flowing into his eyes faster than it could flow out, which could cause excessive pressure on his optic nerve and lead to blindness. He also said that when the baby was old enough he would need to have surgery to save his sight. 
When Michael reached the appointed age of eighteen months, we were living in military quarters at the Presidio of San Francisco, where another highly skilled ophthalmologist performed surgery twice on his eyes over a period of months. For the next eight years Michael was given daily eye drops and was taken to the doctor at regular intervals to have his eye pressure checked and prescriptions written for medicated eye drops.
 Being the open-minded person that I am, I always felt there was a way for Michael to be healed, if only I could find it, in spite of the doctors who said he would always have glaucoma because they did not know how to heal it. When Ray’s military service ended, we moved from the Bay Area to Santa Barbara, California, and “just happened” to move right across the street from a lady named Evelyn. I saw her out on her lawn one day, so I went over to meet my new neighbor. As we talked, I told her about Michael’s glaucoma, and she told me she taught a class in healing, and that it was possible that Michael could be healed if we studied the course. I was ready to study anything if there was even a remote chance of healing, so we agreed.
 The course she taught was written by a man named William Walter, who, through intensive reading and study, had healed himself of tuberculosis, and then developed this course to train other people in how to heal themselves of medically incurable illnesses. The course taught us that: OUR THINKING CAUSES EVERYTHING THAT WE EXPERIENCE. As time went on, using this approach, we began to have success in healing many things, like the common cold and the annual flu. After we had studied this course for two years, Ray and I went to Los Angeles to take the teachers’ training. We both became certified teachers of Eschatology, the Science of Last Things. Then Ray accepted a position as a purchasing agent in San Jose, California, so once again we moved.  
When Michael was nine years old, he still had glaucoma, was still being given daily prescription eye drops, and was still seeing an accredited ophthalmologist, now in the Bay Area, but I felt the time had come for us to take our stand for healing. I had just taken him in for his three-month pressure check, and with medication his eye pressure was under control. The next day I consciously chose to stop putting the medicated prescription drops in his eyes because I felt I had my thoughts in the right place to accomplish his healing.
 Three months later I took Michael to the ophthalmologist for his checkup. The nurse took us into an examination room and asked me what time he had been given his drops that morning. I said, “I have not given him any drops for three months.” She gave me a look of disbelief and noted that on his chart. When the doctor came into the room, he was angry. He said, “Why have you stopped the drops?” I simply said, “We did not do it ignorantly.” The doctor was obviously shaken.  He tried to calm down and proceeded to check Michael’s eye pressure. Then he became quiet, and after a pause he said, “His pressure checks normal.” I was elated, but I said nothing. 
 The doctor left the room briefly. When he returned, he said his colleague, also an ophthalmologist, was asking my permission to follow Michael’s progress along with him from now on. I simply said “No.” I knew that looking for glaucoma in my child’s eyes could reproduce it. That was the last time Michael went to the ophthalmologist. His glaucoma had vanished.
 What we learned in Eschatology is that our son’s glaucoma was caused by my feeling of being pressured (controlled, domineered) by my mother-in-law, Coleen. She could not let go of her son Ray, my husband, even though we had been married for many years and had three  children of our own. She wanted her own way and expected our obedience. I disliked her very much because of her constant intrusion and demands. Once I learned in Eschatology that she was the source of the pressure I was feeling that was causing Michael’s glaucoma, I knew I had to stand against this woman and learn how to say NO to her, rather than allowing her to push me around any longer. I had to change the way I dealt with her. Always before it had been impossible for me to do this, because she was “Mother” after all, and I was trying to be respectful, but it was way out of control. If we did not do what she wanted, she would remind us that we were supposed to honor our parents. 
 Soon my opportunity came to stand up to her. She called one afternoon and asked us to come for dinner that evening. I said, “No, thank you. We will not be able to come.” That was a first for me, and it felt so good! She continued to ask and argue, and I continued to say “NO.” So she hung up. About five minutes later she called back and asked me again the same question: “Will you come for dinner?” Again I said, “No, thank you.” She continued to urge me, and said Father (her husband) might die soon, and this would be the last time we could be together. (She had used that excuse before.) I stuck to my guns and did not budge. She hung up. Five minutes later she called back for the third time in fifteen minutes. It was as if she had totally forgotten that I had said no already, so we went through it all over again. When we hung up from that third call, I felt triumphant and no longer felt pushed around. I had pushed back, and by changing my attitude in how I handled her demands, I had changed my on-going feelings of being pushed around by her. My feelings had reflected on my child’s eyes as glaucoma, even while he was in my womb. I healed him of glaucoma by taking an action that changed the way I felt. I had allowed that woman to push me around for years, and now it was over. I had reversed my feelings of being pressured. Now I felt in control.

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Nancy Lynne Harris, M.A., is a graduate of The Four Winds Society, founded by Dr. Alberto Villoldo, where she was trained in shamanism and energy healing. She graduated as a Spiritual Teacher from the Eschatology Foundation in Los Angeles and healed her son Michael of glaucoma as a result. She completed advanced training in Theta Healing and was recognized by Worldwide Who’s Who for excellence in energy medicine.
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Valentine Countdown Blitz: Day 15, MISS DEVON’S CHOICE ( Branches of Love Book 5 ) by SALLY BRITTON!@SallyBWT

 

Sally Britton is a bestselling indie author, with four historical romance novels. She contributes to the Historical Hussies blog and teaches a young writer’s class at her local library. Sally received her BA in English from Brigham Young University. She’s always read voraciously and eclectically. 
 
Sally started her writing journey at the tender age of fourteen on an electric typewriter and she’s never looked back. Sally lives in Arizona with her crime-fighting husband, four children, and their dog. She loves researching, hiking, and geeking out over her favorite books and movies.
 
A scarred and lonely viscount and an independent young woman are forced into an arranged marriage. What hope do they have for a happily ever after?
Rebecca Devon lives under the severe eye of her aunt and the iron will of her father. Though she wears what she is told and befriends the people they choose for her, she spends every moment longing to do as she wishes. Knowing freedom will only come through marriage, her hopes for a happy union are stolen away when her father arranges her marriage to a complete stranger.
Christian Hundley, Lord Easton, has learned the hard way that English society won’t accept a person who looks or behaves differently than their ideal. He has hidden himself away from scornful eyes for years, until his aging grandfather takes matters in hand and finds Christian a bride. Knowing he must agree to the marriage, Christian shields his heart. If the whole of society cannot accept him, why should his bride?
Rebecca knows she must have love in her life, but Christian is convinced there is nothing so fraught with danger and pain as entrusting one’s heart to another. Rebecca does everything she can to change his mind, but Christianis determined to remain aloof. Can an arranged marriage ever be anything other than a business partnership?
While this is the fifth book in the Regency romance series, Branches of Love, it can be read as a stand-alone romance.

 

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“This is not a game, and you are not a
child,” Christine said firmly. “This is your life. Not a broken toy, or a
spoilt holiday. Loving someone is not so easy as determining not to let the
rain ruin a picnic.”

“Why not?” Rebecca asked. “It is all a matter of
perspective. If I meet this man and choose to see the good in him, the qualities
that one would admire and love in another, it may be enough.”

Christine didn’t appear convinced. “And if that doesn’t work? What is your next
dazzling idea?”

“To be friends, of course. To find a way to make a marriage between us
amicable.”

“What if he is cruel? What if he treats you terribly?” Christine pressed the
issue, her dark brown eyes full of apprehension.

“There is no use worrying on it until it proves to be the case,” Rebecca said,
then cleared her throat when she heard the tremble in her voice. “If I have no
choice in who I marry, I must at least hold onto the possibility of choosing
how I go about my life with this man. Don’t you understand, Christine? Hope and
my wits are all I have.” 

 

 

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Valentine Countdown Blitz: Day 14, WITH THE MAGIC ( A Twickenham Time Travel Romance ) by Award Winning Author DONNA K. WEAVER! @TheDonnaKWeaver

 

 
 

 

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As the eighth earl of Kellworth, Gareth is accustomed to getting what he wants. Then he encounters a woman he suspects is from the future–a utopian future that he feels compelled to see. He intends to get what he wants, but it will involve dealing with fae magic. And that could lead to disaster–for his heart.

 

 
Dr. Catherine Ryan is drawn to the handsome guest at Twickenham Manor, with his odd combination of childish excitement and old eyes that have seen too much pain. She loses her heart to him before she discovers the truth of when he’s from. Now she faces the biggest decision of her life!
 
 
 

 

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Dead? The comment brought a macabre feel to the evening, and Catherine’s curiosity-itch flared. She peered at the stairs again with narrowed eyes; she had to investigate.
But, if Aunt Nellie were to discover Catherine up there, would she be banned from coming to Twickenham again? She reminded herself that “curiosity killed the cat.” In her mind, her grandmother’s voice finished the old adage, “But satisfaction brought him back.”
Still, Catherine needed to ask herself if the risk would be worth it. These balls had become the one bright spot in her life. If she were to lose them too . . .
Then the ever-present pull gave a stronger tug, the sense that there was something else going on and she must investigate. The American woman had said “they” were dead. Catherine was a doctor. Surely she had a responsibility to investigate.
Glancing to make sure she was alone, she picked up her skirts and began the climb. Winded by the time she reached the last landing before the fourth floor, she paused to catch her breath, vowing to start exercising regularly. Catherine had been blessed with a fast metabolism, so people were forever thinking she was fitter than she was.
She climbed the last flight. The hallway was unremarkable, lined with paintings. Listening for the sounds of movement, she examined the portraits as she went down the hallway. She heard nothing, and she didn’t smell blood.
One door stood open, so she let the tug lead her inside. The long room held nothing but more paintings. How odd. There were a few chairs scattered around, but it didn’t look like it was meant to be a regular gathering place for people to sit together and talk.
Most of the pictures were busts of individuals, but in the center of the room hung a large painting of five people, three women and two men. Catherine blinked. It was the Americans, and their painted images wore the same clothing the five had on tonight. She shivered.
The young man she’d danced with hadn’t attended the Regency immersion vacation, having only arrived that day. When had someone had time to paint him? She’d also never heard that Twickenham had an artist on staff.
She studied the rest of the pictures in the room. Some were dressed in Regency clothing, but there were many others that spanned several eras. The one with the Americans was the only picture of such a large group. Whoever had arranged the paintings lacked any sense of design, leaving large sections of the walls empty.
That pull came again, as though Catherine had a string attached to her chest that drew her. This time it was to a portrait of a man placed to the right of the one with the Americans. Catherine came to stand before his painting, wondering who he was.
He appeared to be a little older than she was with a few silver strands at his temples. He also had what she’d call a regal bearing. She worked with enough surgeons and specialists who were used to being in charge, and this man had that look about him. He also wore an expression of someone with a fierce determination, the type of man people would steer clear of.

Catherine stepped closer to the painting. Behind the force of will that he projected, he had pain etched on his face. Her heart ached for him. What had happened to mark him that way?
 

 

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Valentine Countdown Blitz: Day 13, AUTUMN WINGS by STAN CROWE!

 

 

Stan published his first book at age 5, when he managed to win a local writing contest for the library.
He’s matured (slightly) since then, and has switched from writing about a boy and his dog, to clean contemporary romance, murder mysteries, and light fantasy/sci-fi.
Along with his wife,  9 (and counting) children, and a ninja cat, he inhabits a place with a pair of national parks in his backyard.
He considers himself really rather blessed.

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Jim Sharp is the only widower in the senior class of Mendon State University. Still reeling from the tragedy that claimed the love of his life, he struggles to pick up the pieces and close his heart forever to love. 
 
When an otherworldly encounter places him squarely in the path of new love, Alex sees no way to give his crushed heart away a second time. 
 
His wife, however, has other plans.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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I collected my books mechanically, checking off the titles on my list. I rounded a corner for my final item and nearly tripped over myself when I noticed I wasn’t alone in the aisle. A pixie cut blonde in a light blue polo shirt and dress slacks was slipping books back on to the shelf. At first, I guessed it was another bookstore employee, but then she turned just enough that I caught a glimpse of her shirt. A silver pirate brandishing a sword was embroidered over her right breast, encircled by the words “Smithville” and “High School,” and underscored by the graduating class right after mine. I hadn’t seen another student from my old stomping grounds in almost two years. Most of my peers had either stayed home to farm, joined the Army, or gone to the local community college.
I hesitated. My eyes wouldn’t let go of her. That was a serious problem.
Jim—go get her, said a painfully familiar female voice in my head.

 

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Book Blitz: JACLYN AND THE BEANSTALK by MARY TING!@rrrpromotion @readreviewrpt @maryting

JACLYN AND THE BEANSTALK BY MARY TING

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

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What awaits a girl who hears monsters at night …

 

Sixteen-year-old Jaclyn looks up to her father. An honest man who once fought for the king, he now teaches Jaclyn how to use her wits — and her sword. But he has a secret. And his secret may have a connection to the one thing Jaclyn is hiding from him.
 
Upon hearing “monsters” are terrorizing the small villages around Black Mountain, Jaclyn’s father and his friends head out to hunt them … but they don’t return. Armed only with her sword and three magic beans — a gift from a mysterious old woman — Jaclyn sets out for Black Mountain to save her father.
 
On her climb, one bean drops and grows into a beanstalk, catching her when she falls.
 
She isn’t the only one that takes the ride. Jack, her childhood friend and secret crush, is following her.
 
Together, Jaclyn and Jack must battle to save not only their fathers, but the townspeople the beasts plan to lay waste to before it’s too late.
 
 
 
 
 
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International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting writes soulful, spellbinding stories that excite the imagination and captivate readers all over the world. Her books run a wide range of genres and her storytelling talents have won her a devoted legion of fans and garnered critical praise.


Becoming an author happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she had in high school. After realizing she wanted to become a full-time author, Mary retired from teaching after twenty years. She also had the privilege of touring the Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book: No Bullies Allowed


Mary resides in Southern California with her husband, two children, and two little dogs, Mochi and Mocha. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. 

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Valentine Countdown Blitz: Day 12, HEART STRINGS ( Music of The Heart ) by DONNA HATCH! @donnahatch

 

Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.

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Fleeing an unwanted engagement, a young harpist follows her music passion to London. Becoming entangled with a handsome violinist who seems too aristocratic for a working-class musician may be more problematic than dodging her erstwhile fiancé, sleeping in the streets, or staying alive when a madman targets her for murder.
 

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Excitement
bubbled up inside Susanna at the possibilities that lay before her. “Oh,
Martha, I do want to go to London to find work as a harpist. How would I get there?” 
How would she get there? Susanna froze. She
must travel alone, unprotected, and in the company of strangers. Still,
remaining here seemed infinitely worse. 
Martha frowned.
“It doesn’t seem right, a gently bred lady like yourself traveling all alone.”
“Other people
manage somehow,” Susanna said, trying to be brave. 
The
maid-turned-confident paused. “That’s true. I came here from London on the mail
coach. It took three days. It is an uncomfortable way to travel because it only
stops to change horses and drivers. That’s when we stretched our legs and
bought food at the posting inns. I didn’t have to worry about paying for a
bedchamber. But I’m used to being on my own.”
Susanna
considered. “I know where the nearest posting inn is. But once I reach London,
I wouldn’t know where to begin. I don’t know all the theatres, nor how to go
about getting a position, nor even where I’d stay.” The unknowns all loomed
before her like an endlessly high wall. 
“I can’t help you
with getting a position, but I know the theatres.” Martha started counting off
on her fingers. “There’s the King’s Theatre, Covent Garden, Drury Lane,
Lyceum….”
Susanna smiled at
the sweet maid. What a dear she was for trying to help her! “I can see I should
have spoken to you sooner.”
Martha added, “I
still can’t like the idea of you traveling all the way to London alone, miss,
but I admire your courage.”
Courage or
desperation? Either way, the more Susanna thought of it, the more determined
she was to flee. Fear and excitement and anticipation tugged at her from every
side, creating nervous anticipation. She’d never felt so terrified. Or so
alive.
 
 

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Release Blitz: EIGHT STEAMY ROMANCE READS is LIVE and Only $0.99 until Feb 18th!@PureTextuality


EIGHT STEAMY ROMANCE READS.

ONE ANTHOLOGY YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS.

Pure Textuality PR is proud to present SEDUCTIVE, an anthology which speaks directly to the romance lover in all of us. Featuring eight of today’s best romantic storytellers, this anthology promises to deliver the love stories you crave.

FEATURED AUTHORS
Brea Viragh, Donna Mercer, Jade C. Jamison, Krista Ames, M.C. Cerny, Marlow Kelly, Michelle De Leon, RaeAnne Hadley

 

 

 

About the Book

SEDUCTIVE Anthology
by Various Authors

Series
n/a; anthology

Genre
Adult
Contemporary Romance

Publisher
Pure Textuality PR

Publication Date
February 12, 2019

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To celebrate the release of the SEDUCTIVE anthology, we’re giving away one $100 Amazon gift card and five paperback copies of the anthology!


GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to internationally. One winner will receive a $100 Amazon gift card. Five winners will each be chosen to win a paperback copy of the anthology. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR.  Giveaway ends 3/31/2019 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted. By entering, you agree to sign up for the newsletters of the eight participating authors and Pure Textuality PR’s reader newsletter.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

 

 

About the Authors

Brea Viragh

SEDUCTIVE Story: Hold My Heart

BREA VIRAGH is a contemporary and paranormal romance writer based in the Blue Ridge Mountains. She is a proud Gryffindor, a graduate of Brakebills, and a member of Fairy Tail. When she isn’t writing and daydreaming about her newest project, her hobbies include binge-watching HGTV, scouring thrift shops for goodies, and maintaining her alpha status among her puppy and three cats.

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Donna Mercer

SEDUCTIVE Story: Watermelon Spice
Editor’s Note: This story is not featured in the paperback version of the anthology.

DONNA R. MERCER writes romances that she doesn’t like to label but contains bold characters that are not afraid to push the boundaries. She brings her own unique outlook on life to her writing which she shares with her readers. It’s cheaper than therapy. Join her on a journey into the unknown wonders of her mind. Seatbelts are optional.

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Jade C. Jamison

SEDUCTIVE Story: My Boyfriend’s Dad

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner.” While you’re more likely to see JADE C. JAMISON headbanging than Dirty Dancing, she—like Baby—won’t be put in a corner…or a box. So even though you can’t really stick her books in one genre, you could say she mostly writes steamy Contemporary Romance—and, while you’re at it, you’ll notice in her stories that Jade freaking loves Colorado, hard music, coffee, bad words, and CHOCOLATE!!! And so do her characters.

Oh, and there’s always a glimmer of hope…because if life doesn’t have that, what’s the damn point?

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Krista Ames

SEDUCTIVE Story: Playing With His Heart, a Breaking the Billionaire Novella

KRISTA AMES is an International #1 best-selling author of contemporary romance, including several sub genres. Western Romance is her failsafe and she loves a man in uniform but Paranormal is starting to be her new go-to.

Born and raised in Indiana, she is now a Northern Lower Michigan transplant and married to the love of her life. They have 4 children and a few fur babies. She is a full time stay-at-home mom and pursues her writing career when she’s not running her kids every which way. She finds her inspiration in the love of her family and binge watches romantic and scary movies.

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M.C. Cerny

SEDUCTIVE Story: Love, Doctor, an Inner Harbor Novella

M.C. CERNY fell in love with books after experiencing her first real ugly cry reading, Where The Red Fern Grows. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Flashpoint was written in a series of post-it-note ramblings that would likely make her idol Tom Clancy and her mother blush. She is a post graduate of NYU, and calls rural NJ home with her menagerie of human and fur-babies. When M.C. is not writing, you’ll find her lurking in Starbucks, running stupid marathon, singing Disney show tunes, and searching out the perfect shade of pink nail polish. xoxo

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Marlow Kelly

SEDUCTIVE Story: Disturbance, a Gathering Storm Novella
Editor’s Note: This story is not featured in the paperback version of the anthology.

After being thrown out of England for refusing to drink tea, MARLOW KELLY made her way to Canada where she found love, a home, and a pug named Max. She also discovered her love of storytelling. Encouraged by her husband, children, and let’s not forget Max, she started putting her ideas to paper. She enjoys writing suspenseful, fast-pace romance stories that always feature strong women.  

Marlow is an award-winning author, and a member of the Romance Writers of America.

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Michelle De Leon

SEDUCTIVE Story: A Couple of Forevers

MICHELLE DE LEON is a native New Yorker living in Metro Atlanta. Her first three novels were published by author Zane’s Strebor Books International/Simon and Schuster. Independently, she released three Inspirational books and published a Christian stage play via JAC Publishing. Currently she is writing a diverse superhero series for Nuff Said Publishing and working on a series of crime and romance stories

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RaeAnne Hadley

SEDUCTIVE Story: Love’s Everlasting Song

I’m an accidental author as I began writing my first story, Mechanics of Murder, after I had been fired for taking maternity leave. I took a 3rd shift job and trying to keep myself awake, I used my imagination and started creating a story of a female mechanic, which I was, finding a dead body underneath the truck she was working on. My father absolutely loved the story and encouraged me to complete it and get it published. I was almost finished with the first draft when my father had a stroke. Encouraging him to get better, I rushed the book to Lulu Publishing without it being edited. My father was able to hold my first novel but was never able to read it, he passed away 2 days later. But it began a passion for me that has not dwindled!

I have continued writing and my list has now grown. With Love; Now & Forever and Shadows, both paranormal romances though with different personalities and twists. The sequel to Mechanics of Murder, A Wrench in the Plan, was completed in January of 2011 and was released in the spring of 2012.I know my Dad would be proud. My contemporary romance, Love’s Everlasting Song, is a sweet tale where hopes, dreams and occasionally fairy tales do come true.

I usually have 5-7 novels in the works and plan on writing for many more years! My stories are not sexually graphic because I believe each readers experience and imagination are usually more erotic and more sensual than what I will put into words and I ALWAYS have to have a happy ending! Life is meant to be fun, enjoy the journey!!!

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Promo Blitz: FOR A SONG (The Gentle Surf Series ) by LORI POWER!@RABTBookTours

Like the other books in this series, “For a Song” is fraught with the high drama of social and family expectation, as well as assumptions and miscommunications. For each of our lead characters, our hero and heroine must learn their lessons and decide how to move forward—alone or together. And, as always, this is a romantic novel first and there is the “happy ever after”.
“For a Song” is a fast-paced story that offers both adventure and humour, while never forgetting about the passion and attraction. The immediate sexual tension compels to climax. These characters thrive on gratification. The reader won’t be disappointed.
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Other Books in The Gentle Surf Series
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Sea Breeze
The Gentle Surf Series, Book 1
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press,
Published: March 2017
Brought up under the strict regime of business first and personal relationships a waste of time and effort, Reginald followed in his father’s footsteps—until now. Like a bee to honey, he is drawn to a mysterious lounge singer. Her poise and elegance lift her above the crowd. Despite his looming engagement to further the family empire, he can’t stay away.
After the death of her mother and falling out with her father, Elleah flees to escape the shackles of matrimony as a business deal. In 1950 post-war America, she will not settle. She can’t deny the attraction to Reginald, but he is everything she has sworn off—a drinker, hardcore businessman—the embodiment of New York society, never mind being as close to engage as a person can be without the ring.
Only with each other do their masks come down. Can Reginald step out from the shadow of his family and become the man he was meant to be? Will Elleah see through her misconceptions to give him a chance?
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From the Front Desk
The Gentle Surf Series, Book 2
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press,
Published: December 2017
Toby MacPherson is guilty…and innocent, and Wendee Miller is on the run.
Both streetwise and life-weary, neither are looking for any complications. Yet, life does seem to happen when you least expect it and when these two meet the attraction is palpable. Both employed by the Hotel Del Coronado, their meeting time and again seems unavoidable. Where Toby is drawn to her vivacious personality, Wendee can’t help but be intrigued by the shy giant.
But what will happen when each discovers the other’s secret? Will their newfound love be enough to bridge the shock and many hurdles to come? Or will they learn there is strength in trusting another?
About the Author

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Let’s face it…Lori likes tea. Most often found in the kitchen sharing stories, or a coffee shop, mug in hand, she can visit for hours.
That’s inspiration: people, places, adventure. Every day is made up of the moments to create the tapestry of life.
Without sharing; how would you ever know that Gord from a small farming community in Northern Alberta found himself in Australia on a tour and passed his childhood friend Joe hitch-hiking. They pulled over, unbelieving that this could really be Joe and sure enough; Joe on the side of the road, on the other side of the world, decades after they had last met. Great stories!
To be able to put thoughts on paper and have other people appreciate the stories; laugh, cry, feel the passion, is a dream come true for Lori Power.
Lori’s body of work is as varied as the adventures of daily life and includes children’s stories, a Gluten-Free cookbook, romance, suspense, and thrillers and soon to be Young Adult fiction..
Her first ”official’  novel, “Storms of Passion” published by Wild Rose Press under their Champagne line, was released n 2014.
Book One in the “Under Suspicion” series, beginning with “Hit ‘n Run”, followed by “The Tables Have Turned” is available now, from Limitless Publishing. Book Three “Secrets Revealed” is presently in process and will be concluded with Book Four “Finding Home”..
“The Gentle Surf” series is available from Wild Ross Press. This includes “Sea Breeze” inspired by the Hotel Del Coronado on the Southern tip of the California coast. and “From the Front Desk”, The third installment in this series, “For a Song” is in process of being released.
Collaboration is important to improving one’s craft and as such, Lori is an active member of the TransCanada Romance Writers, Romance Writers of America, The Calgary chapter of the Romance Writers, The Alberta Romance Writers Association and belongs to both a Critiquing group and a Beta Reading weekly group.
In all things, remember…life is a journey, thanks for being part of the adventure!
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