31 January 2014

Book Tour and Giveaway: Grimnirs (Runes #2.5) by Ednah Walters

Grimnirs (Runes #2.5)
by Ednah Walters.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance.
Publication: December 2nd 2013 by Firetrail Publishing.
One lost love.

One lost best friend.

One hot soul reaper.

Straight out of the psyche ward, Cora just wants her life to be normal. She doesn’t want to see souls or the reapers collecting them. The love of her life, the guy she’s loved from a distance for years, has moved away without saying goodbye. So yes, she’s nursing a serious heartbreak. It’s no wonder love is the last thing on her mind when Echo storms into her life.

The chemistry between them is mind-blowing. The connection defies logic. It doesn’t help that Echo is the poster boy for everything she hates in a guy—hot, beautiful, and cocky. A general pain-in-the-butt. Being around him makes her feel more alive than she’s ever felt before. But more important, the souls leave her alone when he is around.

Echo is perfect for her. Echo might even be her soul-mate. There is only one problem. Echo is a freaking soul reaper. A Grimnir. The very beings she wants out of her life. Maybe normal is overrated because Cora wants it all. Answers. Love. A life. You see, once you fall for a Grimnir, your life will never be the same again.

An Excerpt for you...

At home, I stepped out of the truck and stared in shock at the huge dent on the side and runes drawn all over it. How could my parents not see the dent or the runes? I knew runes were powerful enough to make people invisible. Obviously, they also made people not see things.
Mom put her arm around me. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? No mark on the car after we almost landed in a ditch.”

No marks indeed. I wished my parents goodnight on the run, needing to be in my room. Please, let him be there. I pushed open the door and looked inside.

It was empty.

“Echo?” I called out, but there was no response.

Disappointed, I got ready for bed, fought sleep, and waited for him as long as I could. Where was he? Was he the dark figure in the middle of the road? Had one of his people tried to kill us? Why had an Immortal marked me?

Reviewed by Kelly.

Cora wants a normal life. She has been in a psych ward for a while and while Cora thought no one cared enough to visit her, Maliina had impersonated her. Now that Cora is back she thinks she must have astral projected herself to school or something because everyone is saying stuff about her being at school while she was in the loony bin. Stuff about her and guys getting together. Cora is majorly confused. And since she sees dead souls everywhere, she doesn’t know who to talk to without someone sending her right back to the psych ward!

Echo comes to her, also thinking that she was the one he had been with before. But Cora tells him at first he must be mistaken because she wasn’t there. Then she kind of falls for him because who wouldn’t he is hotness personified and he is drooling over her. Slowly, he really falls for her too. When he learns she really isn’t an immortal, he backs off. He says he is no good for her. He is a grimnir and is tainted. But Cora doesn’t think so and she gets to know him like really know him and his past. She is determined to be with him and then sometimes she thinks he doesn’t really care for her. But he always seems to show up just when she needs him.

Raine has been busy with her father who had a stroke to tell her what really happened. Eirick is with his grandfather training and can’t come home, to the mortal realm of earth that is, and all he can think about is coming home to Cora.

When all the information is laid out and all the players are aware of what is going on; well, it’s intense!

The story gets thicker and thicker as time goes on and I couldn’t put the book down until I got to the end. But this story rocks. I really thought “meh” when it comes to Norse Mythology but now I am a fan. I can’t wait to get my hands on the next book because the stakes are getting higher and higher and someone is bound to get seriously hurt!

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EDNAH WALTERS grew up reading Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys and dreaming of one day writing her own stories. She is a stay-at-home mother of five humans and two American short-hair cats (one of which has ADHD) and a husband. When she is not writing, she’s at the gym doing Zumba or doing things with her family, reading, traveling or online chatting with fans.

Ednah is the author of The Guardian Legacy series, a YA fantasy series about children of the fallen angels, who fight demons and protect mankind. AWAKENED, the prequel was released by Pill Hill Press in September 2010 with rave reviews. BETRAYED, book one in the series was released by her new publisher Spencer Hill Press in June 2012 and HUNTED, the third installment, was released April 2013. She’s currently working on the next book in the series, FORGOTTEN. Visit her at www.ednahwalters.com.

Ednah also writes YA paranormal romance. RUNES is the first book in her new series. IMMORTALS is book 2. She is presently working on book 3, GRIMNIRS [Book 2.5] was released in December 2013. Read more about this series and the world she's created here www.runestheseries.com.

Under the pseudonym E. B. Walters, Ednah writes contemporary romance. SLOW BURN, the first contemporary romance with suspense, was released in April 2011. It is the first book in the Fitzgerald family series. Since then she has published five more books in this series. She's presently working on book seven. You can visit her online at or www.ebwalters.com.

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Cover Reveal: Fire of Stars and Dragons by Melissa A. Petreshock

Fire of Stars and Dragons
by Melissa A. Petreshock .
Audience/Genre: New Adult Fantasy Romance.
Publication: April 29, 2014 by Swoon Romance.
Following the death of her uncle, twenty-one-year-old CAITRIONA HAYDEN finds herself in the midst of a trio of quintessential alpha male suitors in 22nd century sovereign America where human females should be seen and not heard.

Theo Pendragon claims her as his ward, ordained to guard her through to a long-awaited destiny unbeknownst to Cait, but finds more than he expected when passion ignites within the dragon for the first time. Always drawn to the pursuit of knowledge rather than the heat of desire, powerful demigod Dante cannot deny everything his future holds in Caitriona. America's monarch, ancient vampire Corrin, has no interest in the frivolity of love, yet marrying Cait could be the answer to his continued survival.

Soon, Cait goes from studying for college exams to choosing a husband knowing the consequences are eternal, the love undying, and the bond timeless.

Melissa lives on a small farm in rural Kentucky with her genius husband, exceptional children, and their feline overlords. When not inhaling or exhaling words, she subsists on unnatural doses of coffee, sarcasm, and music. To date, no dragons have been found in the woods surrounding her house, but she continues to hold out hope.

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Excerpt Blast: The Deep End of the Sea by Heather Lyons

The Deep End of the Sea
by Heather Lyons.
Audience/Genre: New Adult Fantasy.
Publication: February 13th 2014 by Cerulean Books.
What if all the legends you’ve learned were wrong?

Brutally attacked by one god and unfairly cursed by another she faithfully served, Medusa has spent the last two thousand years living out her punishment on an enchanted isle in the Aegean Sea. A far cry from the monster legends depict, she’s spent her time educating herself, gardening, and desperately trying to frighten away adventure seekers who occasionally end up, much to her dismay, as statues when they manage to catch her off guard. As time marches on without her, Medusa wishes for nothing more than to be given a second chance at a life stolen away at far too young an age.

But then comes a day when Hermes, one of the few friends she still has and the only deity she trusts, petitions the rest of the gods and goddesses to reverse the curse. Thus begins a journey toward healing and redemption, of reclaiming a life after tragedy, and of just how powerful friendship and love can be—because sometimes, you have to sink in the deep end of the sea before you can rise back up again.

Here it is....

I let it happen again.

The temple settles into that stagnant silence I’ve long learned to loathe, and these are the most cohesive series of words I can string together for many long, desolate minutes. I let it happen again. Resolutions apparently mean nothing, even if crafted under the best of intentions. Had I not, just this very morning, recited a daily pledge held dear to my heart: I shall not let myself be used for death?

And yet, a man is dead, and I was the weapon that slayed him.

I move closer to where he now stands, forever frozen in terror, and press my shaking hand against his outstretched stone one. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, though he cannot and never will be able to hear my words. “So, so sorry.”

His eyes, wide and mercifully detail free, offer me nothing in return. Once I commit his features to memory, I construct a life history with a name worthy of his sacrifice. Walt was single (I can’t bear the thought of spouses and children, thus my collection of singletons) and a bit of a daredevil when he wasn’t volunteering to teach literacy to adults in poverty stricken urban areas. He’d gone spelunking at least a half-dozen times, sky diving twice, and bungee cord diving off some crazy bridge in Colorado just once, on his thirtieth birthday. Walt liked to write poetry; how could he not, when his now-deceased parents had named him after one of the greats?

Walt liked to talk about poetry, too, which means he needs to be with others like him. I strip off my flannel work shirt, down to a tank top, and get to work. Shoving stones around when half of one’s body is reptilian isn’t the easiest of tasks, requiring a great deal of precision and care.

As I always tend to do when placing a new statue, I can’t help but flash back to the one and only time I’d broken one of my victims. I’d been tired—he’d snuck upon me when I’d been sleeping—and an overestimated shove sent poor Nikolaos face first against the temple floor. I’d spent most of that night collecting the pieces which once made a whole man, blubbering in misery. As penance, his head, missing an ear and part of his nose, still sits on a shelf in my bedroom. Treat us gently, I like to imagine him telling me nightly before I sleep. We deserve your care.

I have not failed Nikolaos since. Over the ages, I’ve developed a routine to transfer the statues around the island that includes wrapping the bodies in a thick quilt before putting them up on casters. It takes a painstaking amount of time to shift them short or long distances, but each person deserves nothing less from me.

Walt’s group sits just outside the temple. They are the philosophers of our island; it only seems natural they would find much to appreciate in both the sun and the stars. I struggle with his body over the stairs—they are tricky to maneuver for me even without hauling a two hundred pound statue—but eventually, I get him exactly where he’ll fit in best.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Walt,” I tell the still faces forming a cluster near a non-functioning fountain. “His poetry is as beautiful as his namesake’s.”

I angle Walt so his eyes face theirs. It’s late afternoon, and there is soft orange light filtering down upon their features. It’s a beautiful sight, which only saddens me, because all of that talk about death and beauty being intertwined is one of the biggest loads of crap I’ve ever heard. Death isn’t beautiful. Too often than not, it’s messy and brutal; even when done in sleep, there’s still that theft of breath, that failure of a heart. Death is an act of violence.

I should know. I am one of the most prolific murderers in history. And I think about death constantly.

I often wonder what my own death will be like, if I am ever blessed to embrace it. I’m not too picky in my imaginings; I’ll take any sort by this point. Logically, I’d prefer a less painful exit, but, knowing my luck, it’ll be as ruthless as once reported and still widely believed.

It ought to be noted I have some of the most wretched luck to ever be doled out, so there is that.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore sends my eyes to the horizon. I’ve tried to drown myself in those waters more times than I ought to admit over the years, but the sea always spits me back out. I’ve also tried overdosing on pharmaceuticals, stabbing myself in the chest and eyes (which was just as painful as you’d imagine), and throwing myself off a cliff. Melodramatic, yes, and all ineffective for an immortal cursed with impenetrable skin and a digestive system apparently filled with acid.

Death is not my friend. At least, not yet.

Heather Lyons has always had a thing for words—She’s been writing stories since she was a kid. In addition to writing, she’s also been an archaeologist and a teacher. Heather is a rabid music fan, as evidenced by her (mostly) music-centric blog, and she’s married to an even larger music snob. They’re happily raising three kids who are mini music fiends who love to read and be read to.

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30 January 2014

Release Event and Giveaway: Beauty from Love (Beauty #3) by Georgia Cates

Beauty from Love (Beauty #3)
by Georgia Cates.
Audience/Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance.
Publication: January 28th 2014 by Georgia Cates Books.
The epic romance between an all-American beauty and her Aussie continues in this final installment of The Beauty Series.

Jack McLachlan is fulfilled by more than he dared to dream possible. He finds everything he never knew he wanted—or needed—in Laurelyn Prescott, his last and final companion. Life is beautiful with his beloved by his side but their post-wedded bliss is cut short when his dark past springs into their present happiness. He wants to shelter Laurelyn but keeping her untainted by his previous life proves impossible when yesterday’s sins insist on returning to haunt him. Will it be possible for them to find happiness in their forever with a past like his?

Beauty From Love is an adult contemporary novel and is not intended for younger readers due to mature content.

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Chapter Two
Jack Henry McLachlan

I once thought I didn’t want a wife and kids but it was because I hadn’t met the right person. Everything is different now—I’m married to the perfect woman and I can’t wait until she becomes the mother of my children.

I’m glad L asked me why I was anxious to begin our family. I’m not sure I would’ve ever been brave enough to volunteer that information. Fear. It’s not something a man likes to admit but that’s the beauty of my relationship with L. I can tell her anything.

She turns in my arms and kisses me between words. “You. Are. Amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so since it seems you’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives.”

“Happily stuck by choice. There’s a difference.”

I watch the sun dance on her face as the palm trees above move in the breeze. A shorter strand of hair at her temple has escaped her grasp and I tuck it behind her ear. “Are you truly happy?”

“It isn’t possible for me to be happier than I am in this moment.”

I grasp her face and look into her golden-brown eyes. I see her sincerity and know her words are true. She didn’t marry me for any reason other than her love for me, so Laurelyn Paige Prescott McLachlan is a woman to be treasured. “Nor could I.”

I lean down to scoop her from the ground and she squeals. “I think it’s time I carried my bride across the threshold. I want you to see the rest of the house.”

I turn the knob and gently push the door open with my foot. L is like a wide-eyed child. I return her to her feet and her head oscillates slowly as she takes it all in.

The floor plan is open so she’s able to see the living room along with the kitchen and dining room. She says nothing and I can’t tell if she likes it or not. “What are you thinking?”

“How much I love you,” she says, propelling herself into my arms for a kiss. “You take care of me,” she says against my mouth. “No one’s ever done that before.”

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Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

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29 January 2014

Waiting on Wednesday: Keeper (Mindjack Origins #4) by Susan Kaye Quinn

Keeper (Mindjack Origins #4)
by Susan Kaye Quinn.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal.
Publication: December 14th 2014 by Susan Kaye Quinn.
A Mindjack Origins Novella
Seventeen-year-old Kira Moore is determined to be part of the second-chance mission to free her fellow mindjackers from FBI Agent Kestrel's secret prison, but Jacker Freedom Alliance leader Julian believes she's too valuable to risk in the operation.

Keeper contains major spoilers for Closed Hearts (Mindjack #2), but only minor spoilers for Free Souls (Mindjack #3).

Keeper is a short novella (12,000 words or about 40 pages) in the Mindjack Origins series, which are companion stories to the Mindjack Trilogy. Keeper is told from Kira's point of view and takes place in the time period between Closed Hearts (Mindjack #2) and Free Souls (Mindjack #3). The first three Mindjack Origins stories (Mind Games, The Handler, The Scribe) were told from the boy characters' (Raf, Julian, Sasha) points of view. Keeper is the first in a trilogy of novellas (Keeper, Warrior, Viewer) from the girl characters' (Kira, Anna, Ava) points of view.

I loved this series and excited there will be another book added and if you reviewed all of the series, you could get it for free now. Be an email subscriber to her site to find out more

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28 January 2014

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Starcrossed (Starstruck #2) by Brenda Hiatt

Starcrossed (Starstruck #2)
by Brenda Hiatt.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Sci-fi, Romance.
Publication: January 24th 2014 by Brenda Hiatt.
The Starstruck adventure continues…
Marsha Truitt spent the first fifteen years of her life as a nerdy nobody before discovering her true identity as the long lost princess of a secret civilization. Now M is dodging extraterrestrial paparazzi while trying to keep the truth from her adoptive aunt and uncle and everyone at school. At least she can be herself with her boyfriend and literal soulmate, Rigel. Whenever they’re together, it’s easy to forget the responsibilities that will eventually come with her new status. But when a new boy arrives at Jewel High, everything M thought she knew about herself and her future is turned upside down. Now the very destiny that lifted her from obscurity threatens to tear her away from Rigel and their happy ever after. But when two planets conspire against you, where is there to run?

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Who was this Sean O’Gara guy, really, and why was he here?
I was close enough now that I could see the scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. His smile seemed open and friendly and he didn’t look more than seventeen or eighteen. According to Rigel and his parents, even though Martians typically lived at least twice as long as “normal” humans, aging didn’t slow until full adulthood. So maybe he really was just a teenager. Or maybe—
“Come on,” Rigel murmured, cutting into my mental babbling. “Might as well make nice since it’s too late to hide.”
This evidence that he was worried, too, didn’t exactly soothe me.
As Jewel’s star quarterback, Rigel had enough social status, even as a sophomore, to make the crowd part before him. As Rigel’s girlfriend, I had enough that people grudgingly let me through, too. A moment later Rigel was face to face with the newcomer, oh-so-casually shielding me as he stuck out his hand.
“Hey, welcome to Jewel.”
“Thanks,” Sean replied, shaking his hand. He seemed even taller up close, at least six-six.
Maybe it was the press of people or maybe he just hadn’t been concentrating the way we were, but it was obvious Sean didn’t realize until he touched Rigel’s hand that he was another Martian. But the second they gripped hands, his eyes widened, then narrowed, though of course he couldn’t say anything in the middle of the cafeteria, any more than we could.
“Let me guess,” he said, releasing Rigel’s hand like it had burned him. “Stuart?” He had a slight Irish lilt to his voice, but not as strong as I’d’ve expected from someone who grew up there. I wondered if he really had—or if he was just good with accents.
“Rigel Stuart. That’s right.” Rigel’s voice didn’t give anything away, I noticed.
But then Sean’s gaze slid past him to me and his eyes widened again. “Then this must be—”
“Marsha Truitt,” I said quickly before he could say something he shouldn’t in front of all these witnesses. Those tourists yesterday weren’t the first to get stupidly obvious in town and I definitely didn’t want it to happen right here in the lunchroom. “Everyone calls me M.”
“M,” he repeated, his surprise giving way to a perfectly charming smile. “It’s really great to meet you.” He extended his hand.
I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before doing the same, hoping I didn’t look as nervous as I felt. He seemed harmless enough, so far.
But the moment our hands touched, I nearly jerked away and had to clamp my teeth together to keep from exclaiming aloud. Sean’s hand gave me a zap almost as intense as the one I’d felt the first time Rigel ever touched me!

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Urgent MARSTAR Bulletin!

The Echtran Council is pleased to announce that Princess Emileia, long believed to have died as an infant in the Earth accident that claimed her parents, has been discovered alive in Jewel, Indiana, USA. Her identity has been positively confirmed by four members of the Echtran Council, along with two respected Echtran Scientists. The ancient and traditional foare rioga, smuggled from Mars by Council member Allister Adair, unequivocably proves her to be the daughter of Mikal, son of our late Sovereign Leontine, and Mikal’s Consort, Galena.

While the Princess was recently threatened by a group loyal to the murderous Nuathan dicator Faxon, we are happy to report that she was successfully defended by a small Echtran force led by Council member Shim Stuart and his family, and is now safe. Boyne Morven, leader of the would-be assasins, is in custody awaiting sentencing and questioning.

Many Echtrans will understandably wish to visit Jewel, Indiana to pay personal respects to our long-lost Princess, but we request that you act with all discretion to avoid arousing suspicions among the Duchas. Bear in mind that the Princess was raised Duchas herself and has only recently learned about her Royal identity. In due time, of course, she will be fully informed about the expectations and responsibilities of her future role. Meanwhile, we join you all in celebrating Princess Emileia’s survival and know you share our hope that she will become the rallying point our people in Nuath need to finally throw off the yoke of the vicious tyrant Faxon.

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Brenda Hiatt has published fifteen novels with Harlequin and HarperCollins, including six traditional Regency romances, one time travel romance and eight historical romances, most set in Regency England. She is now indie publishing her backlist as she continues to write in these and other genres, to include mystery/suspense and young adult romance. In addition to writing, Brenda is passionate about embracing life to the fullest, to include scuba diving (she has over 60 dives to her credit), Taekwondo (where she recently achieved her 2nd degree black belt), hiking, traveling, and pursuing new experiences and skills. She is an active member of Romance Writers of America, the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, and Novelists, Inc, an international organization of multipublished novelists, where she served as President in 2006. For the past dozen years, Brenda has also collected data on writers' earnings, which she shares at her website. http://brendahiatt.com

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27 January 2014

Book Tour: The Seacrest by Aaron Paul Lazar

The Seacrest
by Aaron Paul Lazar.
Audience/Genre: Adult, Romantic Suspense.
Publication: October 20th 2013.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Finn McGraw disagrees.

He was just seventeen when he had a torrid summer affair with the girl who stole his heart—and then inexplicably turned on him. Finn may have moved on with his life, but he’s never forgotten her.

Now, ten years later, he’s got more than his lost love to worry about. A horrific accident turns his life upside down, resurrecting the ghosts of his long-dead family and taking the lives of the few people he has left.

Finn always believed his estranged brother was responsible for the fire that killed their family—but an unexpected inheritance with a mystery attached throws everything he knows into doubt.

And on top of that, the beguiling daughter of his wealthy employer has secrets of her own. But the closer he gets, the harder she pushes him away.

The Seacrest is a story of intrigue and betrayal, of secrets and second chances—and above all, of a love that never dies

What reviewers are saying about The Seacrest

“The Seacrest is a poignant love story that will have you reaching for the tissues. Every woman needs a Finn McGraw!” — Victoria Howard, bestselling romantic suspense author of RING OF LIES.

"At a time when many authors seem to crank out fiction by the numbers, Aaron Paul Lazar invests his whole heart in every book he writes. His stories shine with sensitivity, compassion, and the richness of deeply personal experience." — Michael Prescott, bestselling author of GRAVE OF ANGELS.

“This book is about love – first love, young love, unrequited love, lost love, and rediscovered love. Simply put, it’s a good old-fashioned love story with an ending that will make your heart swell with joy.” — Cindy Guest Taylor, notable book reviewer.

“I just finished reading Seacrest by Aaron Lazar. Let me tell you, ladies... you will LOVE this book! A love story of all love stories, and characters so easy to fall in love with! Aaron has a way of painting a world so descriptive you feel like you're really there. If I had a five star rating system to use, I would give him six!” — Heather McLaren, author

Reviewed by Kelly.

I can't do this book justice.

I am all about family. I love them in stories too, because let's face it, even though my family (and maybe yours too) gets on my ever lovin' last nerves,I love to hang out with them. They care about me, even if I can't stand to be around them at times.

Finn just seems to be moving along in life. He has a job not related to his college degree. He struggles to pay the bills. He works for the father of the girl he had a deep and abiding love for since he was a teenager. Something happened years ago and she left. But she is home where he works. Finn is married, he has tried to move on, he thought he had. But he has just been going through the motions of life. Then when his wife dies in a car with Finn's brother who Finn hasn't seen in years, he is left with his family's farm and money that his brother made. He doesn't know what to do with it. But as he looks deeper and deeper, he learns things about his family and wife that will rock his world. But, now, Finn may have a chance with the girl who took his heart so long ago!

This book is realistic. The book goes back and forth in time, slowly unraveling the past into the present. So you slowly find out what happened long ago and how it pictures into the present.

I thought I had it all figured out but then some other curve ball would be thrown and dang, it kept me going and I wanted to know how they would get past this next obstacle and I wanted Finn to be happy. I didn't think it would ever happen.

By the end, I was in tears. They throw a huge curve ball in there and I lost it! Family is everything. We need them.

Well done!I will be reading more from Aaron Lazar.

If you like family with all the drama, second chances, learning to forgive, being a hero, trying to do what's right(even if it depresses the hell out of you),The Notebook by N Sparks, then this is a book for you.

Aaron Paul Lazar writes to soothe his soul. An award-winning, bestselling Kindle author of three addictive mystery series, writing books, and a new love story, Aaron enjoys the Genesee Valley countryside in upstate New York, where his characters embrace life, play with their dogs and grandkids, grow sumptuous gardens, and chase bad guys. Visit his website at http://www.lazarbooks.com and watch for his upcoming Twilight Times Books releases, SANCTUARY (2014) and VIRTUOSO (2014).

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24 January 2014

Cover Reveal: Burn Me by Shelley Watters

Burn Me
by Shelley Watters.
Audience/Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance.
Publication: April 29th 2014 by Swoon Romance.
After her twin brother dies in a house fire, firefighter Katrina Hale is determined to prove she’s stronger than the flames. But while her focus on her career leaves little room in her life for romance and her current relationship fizzles, she soon discovers fighting fires is nothing compared to the scorching desire she feels in fellow firefighter Greyson Neal's arms.

Firefighter Greyson Neal is the type of guy girls dream about when they want their knight in shining armor to wear bunker gear. But he’s not interested in fulfilling every girl’s fantasies. Now he wants the one woman he can never have, and she seems hell-bent on getting herself killed to prove that she’s worthy of her job. Kat must choose between her career and her heart, and fight to keep them both when an arsonist threatens to take it all away


Shelley Watters writes romance for young adults and adults. She lives in Arizona with her husband, two kids and two dogs. She loves listening to music, reading good books and letting her imagination go wild as she creates new worlds and torments her characters in delicious ways.

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23 January 2014

Book Blitz and Giveaway: The Life & Death of Jorja Graham by Brynn Myers

The Life & Death of Jorja Graham by Brynn Myers.
Audience/Genre: Adult, Paranormal Romance.
Publication: January 21st 2014 by Amber Leaf Publishing.
A dark paranormal romance.

Jorja Graham was the quintessential southern bell: blonde, stunningly beautiful, and overtly enchanting. That was the face she shared with the world and no one would ever know the hell she had endured.

After returning to Savannah, Jorja had everything she’d ever wanted: a new home, a handsome suitor, and the job of her dreams as an antique dealer. Little did she know that the choice to move on with her life would be the last decision she'd ever make.

THE LIFE & DEATH OF JORJA GRAHAM. Not every romance has a happy ending

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Brynn Myers is an adult paranormal romance/urban fantasy author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she's finally decided to turn her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal book genre later than most but has always loved fairy-tales and all things magical. She uses that love to create her own charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover. Brynn lives with her family in the Brevard County, Florida area.

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22 January 2014

Release Event and Giveaway: Waiting On My Reason by Devon Ashley

Waiting On My Reason
by Devon Ashley.
Audience/Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense.
Publication: January 21st 2014.
Things always happen for a reason. I just wish I knew the why behind mine.
Five years ago, graduation wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Publicly humiliated, Melanie was more than happy to kiss off her high school sweetheart. But in doing so, she lost more than just her boyfriend, she lost the only other guy she truly cared for – his best friend, Shane.

Shane loathed the idea of returning to his small hometown. He just wanted to get in, help his best friend manage a legal matter, and get the hell back out again. But he wasn’t expecting to run into the one girl who got away, who always held a piece of his heart despite the animosity that lingered. Melanie could’ve been the one, but after everything that happened, trust was a serious issue.

Melanie just wanted to do right by her son. Shane just wanted to do right by his best friend. And just when they think they can find the strength to forgive the sins of the past, more secrets and lies bubble to the surface, threatening to push them even farther apart.

An excerpt for you...

I couldn’t have been out there more than five minutes, letting the cool air pacify my mood, before gravel began crunching behind me. “Shane,” a voice said. I turned to a girl about my age, with straight brown hair and brown eyes, who held her head tipped at an angle, her eyes giving me the once over. I recognized the face, but for the life of me, I couldn’t place it. “Um… Yeah. You’re…” I actually pointed at the poor girl. Think, think, think!
“Karen,” she said slowly, like she was speaking to a child or something. Hell, I forgot her name; I hardly needed her to spell it out.
“Karen. Right. Sorry.”
“For what, exactly?” she asked, her eyebrows tapering off with either annoyance or confusion, but which was still up for debate. “Forgetting my name even though I sat next to you in home room for four years?”
My lips parted, but I kept my mouth from dropping completely. Karen. As in Mel’s best friend. Oh, crap.
“Oh, that’s right. Sorry. It’s nothing personal. I think I’ve blocked out quite a bit from high school,” I lied.
“Oh,” she replied, flashing me a smile we both knew was fake. Out of nowhere, her palm met the flesh of my cheek. Shit, that girl could hit! Fire singed my skin, and as much as I was screaming on the inside, I kept the reaction from going verbal. My fingers rubbed my face and adjusted my jaw, just in time to hear her repeat my words. “Sorry. It’s nothing personal. But do the world a favor and stay the fuck away from Melanie. After everything she’s been through, she deserves a prince, not…you,” she added with disgust.
“After what she’s been through?” I rudely replied, my jaw aching as it said the words, the flesh still screaming with pain. “What about Brad?”
Her eyes popped with amusement. “Seriously? Ask around. See if Brad has any fans in this town. Why the hell you’re sticking up for that loser is beyond me. But then again, you weren’t smart enough to realize what you could’ve had with Melanie before you went and fucked it all up, so maybe you’re right on target with your level of stupidity.”
Now I remembered why I didn’t like her all that much.
“Do you know the things she’s done?” I snapped.
“Of course I do, dumbass. I’m the one that’s been around for it all. What about you? Where in the hell were you when hell froze over?”
“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? In what way has her life been so traumatic that it qualifies as apocalyptic?” I meant for it to be snide and rhetoric, but the way Karen was suddenly looking at me with glazed-over eyes and a dumbfounded expression, made me ponder my own words.
“You really don’t know what the hell’s been going on, do you?”

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Book Blitz and Giveaways: The Appeal of Evil by Pembroke Sinclair

The Appeal of Evil
by Pembroke Sinclair.
Audience/Genre: Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult.
Publication: January 17th, 2014.
Katie wants to invest her heart and soul in love, but she may lose both to Hell.

Katie, a senior in high school, is torn between loving the “good” guy, her childhood friend Wes who makes promises he doesn't keep and abandons her when she needs him the most, and the “bad” guy, the new kid at school Josh who is also a real demon from Hell. Katie wants someone who pays attention to her and puts her first, but what is she willing to give up to find him?

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The bell rang as Katie slowly made her way to the locker room. She reached forward to grab the door handle when someone grabbed her from behind and lifted her up. A squeak of surprise escaped her lips, but no other sound came out. A hand covered her mouth. Really? Katie thought. Again? He’s going to pay for it this time. She struggled against her attacker, but his grip was too strong. He lifted her like she weighed no more than a doll. He carried her toward the gymnastic storage area and stepped over the mats until they were in the far back corner, covered in shadow.

Wes set her down but refused to take his hand of her mouth. Katie clawed and scratched at his hand and arm and attempted to kick him. Wes calmly grabbed her wrists with his free hand and pressed his body against hers so she couldn’t attack him anymore. Her face turned red and anger boiled through her veins. She screamed even though his hand was still over her mouth.

“Katie, please, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

In response, she struggled against his body—a futile attempt since he was so much stronger than she was.

Wes opened his mouth to speak again, but the words never came out. Instead, a familiar, “Again?” echoed through the storage space, and Wes was pulled away from Katie. Josh had him by the back of the collar and threw him onto a pile of mats. Katie took deep breaths and moved away from the wall to get a better view.

“Why can’t you take a hint, Wes? The lady doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

Wes got to his feet and brought his fists up, ready to fight. The space was big enough that there was a few feet between the two boys, but if things escalated, Katie would be caught in the middle of the battle.

“Yeah, well, she wouldn’t want you if she knew what you really were.”

Josh threw his head back and laughed. “And what is that, Wes? A nice, clean cut boy who actually pays attention to her and wants to be around her?”

Wes’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Josh clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “I’m afraid I don’t. I think you may be delusional.”

Katie had her back pressed against the wall and slowly slid her way to the opening so she could run into the gym and get help. Josh was doing a great job of staying between her and Wes.

“Don’t listen to him, Katie. He’s only using you to get to me.”

Katie glanced over Josh’s shoulder. Wes had taken his eyes off his opponent for a second and stared at her, a pleading look in his eyes. Typical, she thought. Wes always thought things were about him. Someone needed to let him know the world didn’t revolve around him. She tore her gaze from his and continued toward the exit. Wes sensed her intention and moved so he blocked the opening. He was within an arm’s length of Josh.

Josh shook his head. “C’mon, Wes. That’s not very nice. If Katie wants to leave, you should allow her to leave.”

“No. I’m not letting you do this to her.”

Josh laughed. “Do what? Show her how a real boyfriend is supposed to treat her?”

Katie stopped for a second and glanced at Josh. Did he just say what she thought he said? Boyfriend? Could it really be true? Was that how he viewed their thing? Katie wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but she was going to rethink it the next time she got the chance. If the situation hadn’t been so dire, she would have let the inner smile play across her lips.

Wes’s face crunched in anger, his fists balled at his sides. Without another word, he lunged forward. Wes and Josh fell to the ground, right at Katie’s feet. Wes sat on Josh’s chest and slammed his fist into the side of Josh’s head. Katie screamed.

“Stop it! Wes! Leave him alone!”

She wanted to jump between the two to make him stop, but she was afraid of getting hit. The pupils in Wes’s eyes were dilated, completely blocking out the brown that was normally there. Rage shrouded his face. Fear squeezed Katie’s chest. She’d never seen him act like that before. She continued her trek toward the opening. If she couldn’t stop him, Ms. Bode would have to.

Wes brought his fist up by his shoulder to smash into Josh’s face again. As he brought it down, Josh grabbed it and stopped him. Katie stopped and watched the two of them. Josh stared at Wes, a smile curling his lips. Blood stained Josh’s teeth.

“That all you got?” With a growl and movement almost too fast for Katie to see, Josh pushed Wes.

Wes sailed across the room, through the opening, and slammed into the wall several yards away.

Katie’s jaw fell open. What just happened? No one was that strong. Josh got to his feet and wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. He stared at Wes, who sat on the floor, his head hanging on his chest.

Josh reached his right hand behind him, toward Katie. “C’mon. He won’t bother you for a while.”

Katie hesitated taking the offered hand. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her head swam with confusion. How did Josh throw Wes like that?Josh looked over his shoulder at her. “You’re not going to get another chance. Are you coming or what?”

Katie shook herself out of her daze and grabbed Josh’s hand. The pair stepped over the mats and through the opening. They stopped in front of Wes. He looked up at them, his eyes taking a moment to focus. Katie glanced into the gym. Why wasn’t anyone else coming to help them?

Surely they heard the fight, her screaming.

The door to the girl’s locker room opened in slow motion. Two of her classmates walked out, but their movement wasn’t normal. They, too, were stuck in slow motion.

“Hey!” she called to them and tried to run up to them, but Josh had a tight grip on her hand and wouldn’t let go.

“They can’t do anything to help you,” Josh said softly. “They don’t even know what’s happening.”

Katie’s breath caught in her throat. She turned back to Josh, eyes wide. “What is happening?” The words barely made it out of her mouth. Josh smiled.

“Let her go. I’m the one you want,” Wes croaked from the floor.

Josh knelt down in front of him, inadvertently pulling Katie closer since he wouldn’t let go of her hand. “You know I’m not going to do that. Besides, you never know how useful she’s actually going to be.”

Wes attempted to lunge for Josh, but his balance was off and he fell to one side. Josh laughed. Katie stared down the hall at the two girls as they headed to class. She reached for them, hoping they’d sense her desperation and turn around. Josh jerked on her hand, pulling her into his body. Her back was against his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His breath tickled her ear lobe.

“Take one last look, Katie. It might be the last time you see him.”

Katie stared down at Wes. He struggled to get to his feet. Pain pinched his face, along with something else. For a moment, Katie thought it looked like sadness. He reached for her. Involuntarily, she reached for him too. Then, the world was shrouded in blackness.

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I have had several short stories, novels, and novellas published. My story, “Sohei,” was named one of the Best Stories of 2008 by The Cynic Online Magazine. I have novellas and a short story collection available from Musa Publishing and eTreasures Publishing. I have a novella, The History of My Wishes, published by MuseItUp Publishing. My novels, Coming from Nowhere (adult, sci fi), Life After the Undead (YA, horror), and Death to the Undead (YA, sequel to Life After the Undead) are available from eTreasures Publishing. Life After the Undead was a Top Ten Finisher in the Preditors and Editors Reader’s Poll in the YA category and the cover art category.

In April, I have a middle grade novel called The Ifs coming out, which will be published by Little Devil Books. I also have two picture books that will be available from eTreasures Publishing. All of the children's titles are written under the pen name J.D. Pooker. Under Pembroke Sinclair, I also have an adult urban fantasy novel entitled Wucaii that will be published by MuseItUp Publishing.

Under my real name, Jessica Robinson, from March 2008 to January 2011, I wrote scientific articles for Western Farmer-Stockman. I have a nonfiction book, Life Lessons from Slasher Films, published in July 2012 from Scarecrow Publishing (an imprint of Rowman and Littlefield).

I have my Master’s in English, and I am a freelance content editor for Musa Publishing, as well as a former content and line editor for eTreasures Publishing.

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21 January 2014

Cover Reveal: Where We Hide by Dulaney-Glen

Where We Hide
by Dulaney-Glen.
Audience/Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance.
Publication: March 14.
It was a wrinkled, white envelope pushed to the back of the mailbox. In it, a note carrying one word written at the top …


It held everything that I had been hiding from for twelve years ... our past, our memories, the pain, and the hope of healing. Everything that I had given up on in just one letter, and all it said was:

Everyone is hiding from something … until we’re not, and that’s when the real struggle begins. When there’s nothing and nowhere left to hide.
I’m done hiding.

K. Dulaney & J. Glen, sisters & authors.

K. Dulaney was born, raised, and still resides in the Mountains of North Carolina. She is the proud mother to an amazing little boy, and happily married to her high school sweetheart. Dulaney attended Southern Universities and obtained her Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology and a Masters in Family Studies. Her passion for reading and books began at very early age, and Dulaney dreamed of one day writing stories of her own. Partnering with her sister, J. Glen, they began a journey that has exceeded their expectations and proven that through hard work and determination, that dream can be a reality.

J. Glen is a North Carolina native currently residing in a small mountainous town. She attended an East Coast university and obtained a degree in Communication and Journalism. With an interest in writing at a young age, Glen had one idea of the perfect career and now, along with the help of her sister, she's embarking on a journey to achieve just that.

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20 January 2014

Book Blitz and Giveaway: PODs (PODs #1) by Michelle K. Pickett

PODs (PODs #1)
by Michelle K. Pickett.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Dystopian, Romance.
Publication: June 4th 2013 by Spencer Hill Press.
Seventeen-year-old Eva is a chosen one. Chosen to live, while others meet a swift and painful death from an incurable virus so lethal, a person is dead within days of symptoms emerging. In the POD system, a series of underground habitats built by the government, she waits with the other chosen for the deadly virus to claim those above. Separated from family and friends, it's in the PODs she meets David. And while true love might not conquer all, it's a balm for the broken soul.

After a year, scientists believe the population has died, and without living hosts, so has the virus. That's the theory, anyway. But when the PODs are opened, survivors find the surface holds a vicious secret. The virus mutated, infecting those left top-side and creating... monsters.

Eva and David hide from the infected in the abandoned PODs. Together they try to build a life--a new beginning. But the infected follow and are relentless in their attacks. Leaving Eva and David to fight for survival, and pray for a cure.

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The bus ride to the quarantine facility took more than ten hours. I was 
shoved against the window by my seatmate who slept almost the entire trip. He was a big guy, 
taking up most of the seat,and when he slep this body lolled to the side, 
wedging me against the metal side of the bus.

As we traveled, the air turned hot and dry, different than the humid, sticky climate of my 
coastal Texas hometown. The old school bus didn’t have air conditioning and the small windows didn’t 
let much air in. 

My seatmate’s body heat didn’t help. I was hot, thirsty, and had to pee in the worst way.

Wondering how much longer I’d be drooled on by the guy next to me, I strained my face 
against the window, looking for anything on the flat landscape. 

That’s when I saw them. 

I don’t know why I was surprised. I should’ve expected it after what had happened at the 
high school, but I hadn’t. It was worse than at the school—rioters everywhere. They waved anti-raffle signs and signs cursing the “Chosen.” 

The land around the quarantine area was flat, dry, and dusty. The people lining the 
road sat under makeshift tents to keep out of the sun. Some stood on top of their 
RVs waving their handmade signs; one burned an American flag. 

I watched women holding their small children toward the bus, begging with tear-stained faces for us to take them. I wanted to reach out and snatch them out of their 
mothers’ hands as we drove past. Several of the other people on the bus reached up and 
pushed their windows shut. 

The National Guard at the quarantine site didn’t allow people to get close enough to 
touch the bus.They were shot with rubber bullets or Tasered if they tried to cross the 
police line. Every time I heard the shot of the riot guns I jumped. My muscles ached from 
tensing them—waiting for the inevitable sound. 

“Why are you crying?” A boy sitting in front of me looked at me like I’d grown another head. 

“They’d probably kill you and steal your place in the PODs if given the chance.” 

I shook my head, remembering what my dad had told me. “They’re just scared,” I said. 
After all, they were, essentially, the walking dead. 

The rioters screamed and cursed us. They threw rocks and eggs as we drove by. 
An egg hit the window next to me, the slimy insides plopping against my head, matting my hair. 

“Gross,” the boy sitting next to me said. 

I just looked at him and rolled my eyes. 

Yeah, the egg is gross. And the drool coming out of your mouth and dripping on my leg while you slept,
leaning on me, was glorious. 

The bus stopped in a fenced area like the one at the high school. The crowd 
screamed and banged the fence posts with their crude, homemade picket signs. 
Some climbed on the fence, pulling at it like chimpanzees at the zoo. 

“Stay seated until your name is called,” a soldier yelled. “When you are called, grab your 
belongings and wait to be escorted into the building.” 

Oh please, call this guy’s name. He needs to move before I shove him off the seat. I’m tired of being
pinned against the side of the bus. I need some room.

Thankfully, my name was called soon after we stopped. I stood, 
stretched the kinks out of my muscles, and plowed through the massive body blocking me. 
Clambering over the other luggage that filled the aisle, I grabbed my two suitcases and 
stood in front of the bus. 

The one story brick building was large but had no windows, only a single green door. I couldn’t 
see the other sides, but I had a feeling there’d be no windows there, either—no glass for rioters to 
break through. 

The soldier walked up from behind me, tapping my suitcase with his clipboard. “Follow me.” 

I shuffled into the brick building, guided by the same guardsman who’d ripped me away 
from my parents hours earlier… 

“I love you,” my mom said through her tears, her voice thick and trembling.

“I want to stay with you,” I pleaded.

“Come here, kiddo.” My dad, his face distorted with grief, folded me in a tight hug. He kissed

the top of my head and told me he loved me and how proud he was of me. “I know, when this is over,
you are going to do great things, Eva. you’re a fighter. I love you so much.”

A rough hand grabbed my arm, pulling me away from my dad. “Get on the bus,” the male voice ordered,
yelling to be heard over the crying of parents and children saying their final goodbyes.

“I’m not done saying goodbye…” He didn’t let go, pulling me with him. My heels digging into the dirt,
I tried to pull away. I needed one more hug, to hear them tell me they loved me and to tell them I
loved them, too.

“MOM!” I screamed. “DAD!” Tears stained my face. The man thrust me toward the steps of the old,
yellow school bus. I screamed one more time for my parents, telling them I loved them, reaching my
arms out to them.

I could see my mom’s body rock with the force of her cries. Tears ran down my father’s face.

“We love you, Evangelina,” I heard them call just before the bus door closed. It was the last
thing I’d hear my parents say. It was the last image I’d have of them. I pressed my hand to the
window of the bus, my head bowed as I sobbed. I didn’t try to hide my tears.

Everyone on the bus was crying for their families. We knew what awaited them.


I shook my head, trying to erase the horrible memory. I wanted to remember 
the good things about them, not saying goodbye. 

Goodbyes are hard, but this one had been different. This wasn’t a goodbye, I’ll see 
you in a month. 
It was a permanent goodbye. I’d never see my parents again. The overwhelming 
sadness took over, like a black hole sucking me in. Fat, salty tears ran down my face, 
and I could feel my nose running. I wiped my arm across it. My eyes were swollen, 
my throat sore, and my chest tight. 

I was alone. My parents were gone. No brothers or sisters. Just me—an orphan of the virus.

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I’m a wife, mother, author, reader, although not always in that order. I write young adult urban fantasies, science/fiction and paranormal romances. Reading was one of my earliest passions, writing soon followed. I began writing seriously during college where I graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in accounting. Why I chose a career that frowns on creativity remains a mystery.

I’m addicted to Reese’s peanut butter cups (but peanut butter M&Ms will do in a pinch) and eat way too many while I write, have an abnormal obsession with hoodies and can’t write without one, and I hate to cook, but love to watch cooking shows on television.

An unabashed romantic, I love a swoon-worthy ending that will give me butterflies for days.

I wrote my debut novel, Concilium, in 2010. The sequel soon followed. Both were published in e-book format through MuseItUp Publishing in 2012. Paperback versions are available on Amazon.com.

I wrote my debut young adult novel, PODs, in 2011. PODs, a science/fiction, post-apocalyptic romance, was released in both paperback and e-book formats June 4, 2013 through the amazing Spencer Hill Press.

My second young adult title, Milayna, the first book in a paranormal romance trilogy, will release through Spencer Hill Press June 3, 2014. The second book, Milayna's Angel, will release September 2014 and The Innocent, the final book of the trilogy will release in April 2015.

The highly anticipated sequel to PODs, "The Infected, a PODs novel," will release through Spencer Hill Press in November 2014 in paperback and e-book format.

I was born and raised in Flint, Michigan. I now reside in a small communityMe_and_kids_on_Easter_50x35.jpg outside Houston, Texas with my incredibly supportive, not to mention gorgeous, husband, three amazing school-aged children, a 125-pound "lap dog," and a snooty cat.

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Cover Reveal: Ringer (Summer #3.5) by C.J. Duggan

Ringer (Summer #3.5)
by C.J. Duggan .
Audience/Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance.
Publication: April 2nd 2014.
They say it’s the quiet ones you have to worry about, and she was quiet, very quiet—when she wasn’t busy despising me with a burning passion.

Ringo ‘Ringer’ James has a no-strings-attached policy.

Love them, leave them, and remain the eternal bachelor.

After a summer in which every one of his mates has succumbed to settling down, or so it seemed, Ringer is on the lookout for a quick exit. Having had enough of the stomach-turning love fest witnessed over the past three months, Ringer jumps at the opportunity to help out his mate, Max, by heading to Max’s dad’s property for a working holiday.

It’s just what he’s looking for. A remote, dusty homestead in Ballan, with only hard work, a cold beer and a comfy bed to worry about – no women.

Until Miranda Henry.

The privately educated daughter of his boss has returned home from overseas and things are about to get very complicated, very fast. As summer draws to its end, Ringer is about to learn that sometimes attraction defies all logic, and that there really is such a thing as ‘enemies with benefits.


C.J Duggan is an Australian author who lives with her husband in a rural border town of New South Wales, Australia.
The Boys of Summer is Book One in her Mature Young Adult Romance Series.
For more on C.J and ‘The Summer Series’, visit www.cjdugganbooks.com

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