16 February 2018

Tour & Giveaway: Love's Journey Home (Lincoln Love Stories) by Julie Coulter Bellon

Love's Journey Home (Lincoln Love Stories) by Julie Coulter Bellon.
Audience/Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance.
Publication: February 1st 2018 by Stone Hall Books.
Olivia Dalton has a reputation in the DA’s office---tough, thorough, and fierce when she’s closing a case. Those skills are essential in the courtroom, but not in the relationship department---until Mick Donovan crosses her path. Everyone thinks he’s a player, but when an unexpected situation arises, she glimpses an honorable man instead. Olivia is drawn to him, but he pushes her away, unable to shake the past that still haunts him.

Mick Donovan learned at a young age never to let anyone close because those you love never stay. Keeping people at arms-length has never been hard for him---until he meets Olivia Dalton. Mick is caught up in a case she’s prosecuting, and he can’t deny his attraction to her, but when she uncovers the past he’s kept carefully hidden, he’s sure she’ll turn away. Yet, even with all his secrets in the open, Olivia reaches out. Can he let his guard down long enough to let her in and take a chance on love?

Reviewed by Kelly.

I needed a box of kleenex to read this book! There is sadness, happiness, grieving, things that leave a mark on you, and moving forward in life.

I wasn't sure I wanted to read Mick's story. He was kind of a player. Yeah, he had his nice moments in the last book but still. Now that I have read the book and learned his story, I feel like I really must be shallow! I didn't believe his ability of being worthy of dating and having a future with. He really is a very very good guy!

Olivia needs to have her life grounded! She needs a life outside of court and her life as an attorney. Olivia knows how to get to the meat of a story and she figured out Mick's story quickly! She is also a good person. She saw something that my shallow brain didn't!

Then there is this guy who just won't let Olivia say no for dates! When he finally gets shut down, oh my gosh, I laughed good and hard!

Also, I thought I had figured how it was going to end! I was wrong about one important piece!!

If you like stories of foster homes, adoption, overcoming horrible things, learning to trust, wood working, teachers, attorneys, male egos, boys learning to love then this might be for you.

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Julie Coulter Bellon is the author of more than a dozen novels---all with some romance in them, some with suspense, too. Her book All Fall Down won the RONE award for Best Suspense and Pocket Full of Posies won a RONE Honorable Mention for Best Suspense.

Julie loves to travel and her favorite cities she's visited so far are probably Athens, Paris, Ottawa, and London. She loves to read, write,teach, watch Castle, Hawaii Five-O, and eat Canadian chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.

Julie offers writing and publishing tips as well as her take on life on her blog ldswritermom.blogspot.com You can also find out about all her upcoming projects at her website juliebellon.com

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Romance is in the Air & Giveaway - Nichole Van


Gladly Beyond by Nichole Van

An ancient curse, fractured at the birth of three brothers.
Two strangers helplessly drawn to each other.
A love story two hundred years in the making.

Claire Raythorn arrives in Florence, Italy, shattered, alone, and anxious to rebuild her life—preferably one without men. But she soon finds herself hunted and haunted— literally—when a mysterious stalker dressed like Mr. Darcy from BBC central casting appears in her photos. And only her photos. Who is this man? And what does his ghostly presence mean?

Dante D’Angelo simply wants to safeguard his brothers, despite the family curse that hounds his vision. But then Claire Raythorn walks into his life, untouched somehow by his curse. Soon, everything Dante thought he knew about himself starts to unravel, dragging Claire down with him.

Set against the lush backdrop of Florence, Italy—both past and present—Claire and Dante fight for a future together. But, first, they must uncover their shared past . . .

The thing I like about Van's writing is that she builds up the love between hero and heroine in plausible increments. I think that's why I always end up reading her novels in one sitting until the early morning hours; I know that in the NEXT scene the characters are going to finally realize their love. But then you get to the next scene and you simply want more and more. And I mean that in the best possible way.



I’ve always thought Italian cities are like guys I knew in college:

Rome—the hot frat boy I was dying to go out with (and I did, and it was awesome). But, turns out, everyone dated Rome.

Naples—Rome’s frat house roommate. The guy on no sleep and his tenth can of Red Bull. No one messed with him cause he knew people who knew people . . . catch my drift . . .

Venice—the dreamily gorgeous philosophy major. Brilliantly eccentric but exotic enough that no one quite knew what to make of him.

Milan—the second-year MBA student who was big on power-ties and power-lunches. Basically, the organized guy who held everyone else together.

And then there was Florence.

Firenze, to those who knew him.

Quiet and unassuming. When we first met, I wondered what all the fuss was about.

But Firenze . . . he was a subtle seducer. If I asked, he could talk for hours about art and history. But, generally, Firenze simply listened. Peaceful. Steady. Ready to shoulder my sorrows.

Firenze is the guy I never got out of my system.



I hit the ground floor and took two steps toward the large wooden front door.

How would the next few weeks play out? Like being a contestant on Survivor? The Great Race?

A male voice stopped me. “Just the person I was waiting for.”

I closed my eyes.

Nope. Things were shaping up to be The Bachelorette.


Pasting on my polite grin, which truthfully was more of a grimace by this point, I turned around.

“Mr. D’Angelo.”

“Dante, please.” He stepped out of the shadows at the base of the stairs. A window in the stairwell illuminated half of him. Even that half was huge.

Whereas I looked down on Pierce and was eye-level with the Colonel, I had to look up, up at Dante. At five ten myself, it takes a lot to make me feel short. But he somehow managed it. He had to be at least six four and linebacker-wide. Did he play football in high school?

His dark, wavy hair had been smoothly slicked back when he arrived earlier. But I had watched it creep forward as the morning went along until a section of it came loose, swinging down to kiss his jaw. My fingers itched to brush it back.

Dante was the type of man I had always had a sweet tooth for. Until I learned, oh-so-painfully, how bad for my health they could be.


Love's Shadow by Nichole Van

Branwell D’Angelo . . .
Six years ago, I fell in love with Lucy—my brother’s girlfriend. Stupid of me, I know, but sometimes the heart doesn’t listen to reason.
Six years, I’ve lived on the sidelines. Seeing him love her, be with her, bask in her sunshine . . .
I watched her break his heart and then cleaned up the shattered pieces of him she left behind.
She’s the one woman I can’t have but still the only one my soul wants.
Now she’s back in our lives and needs the unique help only us D’Angelos can give.
He’s not emotionally strong enough to face her. So he’s sending me instead . . .

When tragedy strikes Lucy Snow on a visit to Italy, she can’t bring herself to call any of the D’Angelo brothers for help. There are consequences for falling in love with your ex-boyfriend’s brother. But Lucy desperately needs Branwell’s paranormal skills and his gift of Sight. And if seeing him will negate at least three years of therapy? Well, it’s a price she is willing to pay.

Thrown together in a desperate bid to save an innocent life, Branwell and Lucy struggle against their shared past, only to realize that something even more dangerous is reaching through the weight of time to stalk their every move . . .


Oh. My. Gosh! The feels! The feels are real my fellow bookworms! My emotions were all over the place while reading this book! I laughed, I yelled, I got teary eyed, I growled in frustration, I let out little dreamy sighs and fell in love right along with Branwell and Lucy. I can't even begin to describe the amazingness of this book! One of my favorite parts of this book are the sour "punny" bears! *giggles* Oh! I can't forget about that epilogue! Love... love... LOVE! And talk about swoony! *dreamy sigh* I had the hardest time putting this book down! I have discovered a love/hate relationship with real life. Haha.



“Wait, wait. Don’t move,” a woman’s voice said.

I froze, fork hovered over a particularly decadent piece of strawberry laden gooey-ness.

I lifted my head and encountered the most amazing eyes. Blue-green and wide-set. The smell of lemon-verbena and sunshine drifted over me. That fiery red hair tumbled around the gentle curve of her jaw. Window-light sculpted the arch of her rosebud lips.

Freckles. Freckles everywhere. Stars dotting her skin.

She was . . . stunning. Magnificent. Breathtaking in an unconventional way.

Maybe it was the jet lag, or the sugar and caffeine hitting my system in a knockout one-two punch.

But . . . it jolted me hard. That bolt of lightning.

This girl . . . woman . . .

Something about her tugged at me. A siren call of wedding bells and growing old hand-in-hand.

Then I noticed her t-shirt—The Empurr Strikes Back scrawled underneath Star Wars-themed, anime kittens.

Yep. That sealed the deal.

I was going to fall in love with her. So hard. So fast.



“So what’s your brand of crazy?” she asked.

After a pause, I went with, “I won’t eat anything green unless it’s a vegetable.”

She cocked her head, processing.

A beat.

“Green M&M’s? Skittles? Gummy bears?” she asked.

“Nope. Leave ‘em all in the bag.”

“Green frosting? Sprinkles? Mold?”

“Nope. Nada. And please, no.”

“So why no green?” she asked, genuine, sincere.

I pondered options and then went with, “Non-vegetal green things are the charlatans of the food world.”

“That’s about the best sentence I’ve heard all week.” She gave that giggly, wispy laugh of hers. “What about avocados? I mean, they act like a vegetable, but they’re really a fruit.”

“Masquerading vegetables get a pass. So do herbs.”

“What about kiwi?”

“The jury is still out on kiwi. They’re something of a Franken-fruit, to be honest . . . all that fuzzy hair and the tiny, crunchy seeds.”

She laughed again. “Please tell me you have no Irish heritage. You would destroy any St. Patty’s Day celebration.”

“None.” I smiled, shaking my head. “Though, I did have an Irish roommate once. He thought I was, and I quote, ‘A wee bit mad.’”


Lightning Struck by Nichole Van

Chiara doesn’t like Jack. Jack doesn’t like Chiara.
The story should end there.
Except . . . maybe Chiara finds herself daydreaming far too often about Jack. And maybe Jack finds Chiara aggravating in an adorable sorta way.
Maybe Jack and Chiara find themselves falling in love.
The problem, of course, remains.
Jack is a ghost.
And Chiara is not.

Jack Knight-Snow has had a bad year for losing things. So far he has lost a ship full of ancient treasure, his family, his friends, his title, his lands and money, his fiancĂ©, the century into which he was born . . . oh, and his physical body. Worse, feisty Chiara D’Angelo might just finish the job and make him lose his mind.

For her part, Chiara simply wants to help Jack get his body back and move on with his life. She doesn’t want to like his snarky humor or his gorgeous eyes or the way he accepts her exactly as she is. She’s a hot mess when it comes to romantic relationships. Case in point . . . she’s developing feelings for a ghost.

But tackling the problem of Jack’s ghostliness is not straightforward. Soon, Jack and Chiara find themselves embroiled in a mystery which creates more questions about the D’Angelo brothers’ gifts of Second Sight. Set against the backdrop of Tuscany, Italy, Jack and Chiara race to uncover answers about the past before becoming history themselves.


Nichole Van has hit paydirt yet again with this latest Brothers Maledetti book! Chiara's story has swoonworthy romance that is 100% clean, as well as laugh out loud humor and superb storytelling to make up this amazing, unputdownable book! Although you don't have to have read the previous books in the series to enjoy this one, I'd highly recommend reading them to get further backstory on the D'Angelo family and their talents. Nichole Van is one of the few authors on my "instant-buy" list and this latest installment is another reminder why. Five stars just don't seem enough.

“Jack, we’re all concerned about you,” I said the words carefully, keeping my tone flat and not screechy like I felt. “We’ve been concentrating on trying to find answers for your ghost-like state, but I think the constant focus is hurting more than it’s helping. It’s like picking at a scab over and over, never allowing it to heal. Maybe it’s time to take a step back from our research.”

Jack paused, giving me his best Regency-era, Lord Knight stare.

I had a love/hate relationship with that stare—I hated that I kinda loved it. It was snooty with an edge of dry sardonic humor, and it challenged every womanly impulse in my body to kiss it off his face.

Not that I would do that, of course, even if it were possible. But the urge was there.

“Would you prefer me to continue my exploration of modern names?” he asked.

I bit my lip, unsure how to reply. It was a decent threat.

Jack had gone through this whole phase where he mocked contemporary celebrity names.

Example: Brittany Spears.

It had been days of, ‘Pardon Siri, but who are the Spears of Brittany?’ and ‘Are Brittany Spears similar to Celtic weaponry from northern France?’

“I have yet to understand why Ryan cares so much about goslings,” Jack continued. “Does he have a fetish for young poultry?”




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Nichole Van is a writer, photographer, designer and generally disorganized crazy person. Though originally from Utah, she currently lives on the coast of Scotland with three similarly crazy children and one sane, very patient husband who puts up with all of them. In her free time, she enjoys long walks along the Scottish lochs and braes. She does not, however, enjoy haggis.






15 February 2018

Tour & Giveaway: Road to Eugenica by A.M. Rose

Road to Eugenica by A.M. Rose.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi.
Publication: February 5th 2018 by Entangled Teen.
Two dimensions - And the girl who connects them.

Yesterday, Drea Smith couldn’t do anything spectacular—even walking and texting at the same time was a challenge. But today, she suddenly has more answers than Google, can speak and understand numerous languages, and she can fight. Like a boss.

Super freaky.

Drea has no idea where her encyclopedic knowledge has come from, but she’ll take it when she discovers someone out there knows her secret and wants her badly. And that they’ve been searching for her since she was born.

Since she was created.

With the help of her best friend Dylan, who just wants to keep her safe, and Maddox, a mysterious new boy who is prepared to get her answers, Drea will have to push her new skills to their limit as she uncovers nothing is quite what it seems.

As she uncovers…Eugenica.

I press my way through gyrating bodies, trying to get as far away from everything as possible. There, sitting on a black leather couch in the corner all alone, is Maddox.
I exhale a long breath, thankful nothing happened to him. I feel silly for being so worried about them ten minutes ago.
The potent scent of alcohol hits me as soon as I sit down next to him. “Hey, what are you doing over here all by yourself?” I have to lean in close to his ear so he can hear me over the music.
“Drea! Have you ever had one of these?” His words are slightly slurred as he holds up a glass half full of red liquid with an orange slice floating on top. “I was sitting here with a bunch of people and they told me I was way too stressed out. So they gave me this drink. I think they called it a relaxer.” He takes a gulp.
I wipe away a drop of sweat rolling down the side of my face. Today’s been more than stressful for all of us, and we’ve been dealing with it in our own ways, me hiding in the hotel room. Dylan… I take a breath. This trip has been hard on all of us. “How many have you had?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He waves his hand in the air and holds up his fingers. “Two or three. I lost count.” He waves his hand again, dismissing the idea. “They totally work. I feel way more relaxed! Here, you want some?” He hands the drink to me.
I know I shouldn’t, but with everything else that’s happened, I bring the glass to my lips. It’s sweet like fruit punch and goes down easy. Too easy. I set it on the table in front of us and push it out of reach. “Maybe I should take you upstairs so you can lie down.”
“Not yet. There’s something I want to talk to you about,” he says and my pulse speeds up. Could he want to tell me that I’m not imagining things after all? And this thing I think happened in Hollywood really did? His head swivels around like he’s looking for something. Or someone. The Green-eyed man. Is he here? I do a check around the room myself, and when I’m satisfied I don’t see him, I turn back to Maddox. He’s bobbing his head along to the beat.
I tap his arm. “Okay, what is it?” I keep the excitement out of my voice.
“What’s what?”
“You said you wanted to tell me something.”
“Oh, yeah. Let me ask you something.” He leans in closer. “Were you ever expected to do something you didn’t want to do? But you couldn’t say no.”
I shrug and my heart sinks with disappointment. Not exactly what I hoped for. And I’m not sure what he’s getting at, or if it’s the alcohol talking, but either way I humor him, hoping it will get us off this couch sooner, and then back up into the room where it’s safe. “Sure, I guess so.”
He leans in even more, swaying back and forth. “What did you do?”
I put my hands on his arms to help steady him. I’m not really sure what to say. There’ve been times I haven’t wanted to do something I was told to do. Like when Mom would say to clean my room, and I’d shove everything in my closet or under my bed. “I don’t know. I guess I figure out a way to get it done. And maybe it wasn’t exactly the way they wanted. But I figured if I have to do it, I’m going to do it my way. Like the saying goes, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
“You’ve skinned a cat?” He sounds horrified as he pulls away from me, almost falling in the process.
I grab him and pull him back up to a sitting position. “Of course not! It’s just an expression.”
“In that case, you really are a genius. Did you come up with that yourself?” He stares at me with wide eyes. But before I can respond, he says, “That’s it. I’m going to do it my way and then no one can be mad because it still got done. You know?” He sits, swaying back and forth a little before continuing. “I really like you and Dylan. You’re the first real friends I’ve ever had. You guys are awesome. Have I ever told you how awesome you guys are?” This time he grabs my arms and steadies himself. We lock eyes. Intense sapphires have me catching my breath. “You are awesome and beautiful… You’re so beautiful, and smart and funny—and beautiful.”
His voice gets softer, but I still catch every word. He glances from my eyes to my lips. My heart pounds so hard in my chest I’m afraid it’ll break through, but I can’t move. He leans in, his lips barely touching me at first and then firmly pressing against mine. His hands caress the back of my neck and he pulls me deeper into him. Like complementing colors, we blend together seamlessly, creating the perfect mixture.
We separate only for a second before I pull him back. His lips are soft and hot as my hand runs along the stubble on his jaw. Kissing him feels better than I ever could’ve imagined. He tastes like sweet fruit and alcohol.
I jerk back. “No. Stop.”
He pulls me toward him, but I resist. There’s hurt in his eyes. But he’s drunk, and kissing me could mean absolutely nothing to him tomorrow, when it means absolutely everything to me right now.

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A.M. Rose is the author of Road to Eugenica, and writer of young adult novels of all genres as long as they have a hint of romance, the drinker of too much coffee (with way too much coconut creamer), and lover of all carbohydrates.
Currently, she lives in Houston, TX with her three boys (yes, her husband is in that count) and three cats. When she isn’t writing about swoony boys or ways for her MC to get into trouble, she is an avid reader, critiquer, (is that even a word?) and trampoline enthusiast.
A.M. Rose is a graduate from San Diego State University with a BA in Communication and a minor in underwater basket weaving. (Okay, maybe not the basket weaving part.)

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