Thursday, October 30, 2014

Paranormal Romance HOWLOWEEN Blog Hop: October 30-November 1! Grand Prize $50 Amazon Gift Card

I'd like to thank Romance Blog Hops for making this wonderful Paranormal Blog Hop happen!

I'm a multigenre author. I started with fantasy, then moved to science fiction, then contemporary romance, and finally I gave paranormal romance a try. My very first paranormal romance is the ebook up for grabs in this hop. This book is published by Entangled Publishing's Paranormal line called Covet:

Syrinx pulled a fast one on Pan to escape his raging lust. The God of Chastity wasn't about to break her vows and succumb to his temptations. Transported to the twenty-first century, she runs a florist shop - fulfilling her fake, mortal life. Until the breathtaking Parker Thomas hires her to decorate his grand estate for a gala. Five hundred roses? Easy enough. Except Parker makes her feel things she can't ignore...

As the God of Fertility, Pan is used to maidens flocking in droves to his pastures. So when Syrinx denies him, he's determined to win the one that got away. He poses as a mortal to get close to her, but he doesn't count on falling hard for his conquest - hard enough to make a life and stay.

But Syrinx is falling in love with a man that doesn't exist. Can Pan hide his identity forever, or will the truth tear them apart?
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Please Vote for My Book


I am so excited that my YA sci fi book is in an awards contest! I submitted it for a review way back, and because it received such a high score, it was immediately entered in this contest.



Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Louie is Looking for a New Home

Would Anyone Like To Take in a 7 Year Old Cat? 

My friend in orchestra has to give up her sweet cat. Louie needs a new home, because allergies there are too severe. He's extremely fluffy, and loves to be with people. He doesn't get along with other cats, but will sit and purr in pretty much anyone's lap. If you are at all interested, please let me know right away. She is looking into no-kill shelters, but I'd love to see Louie have a new home!

Please email me if interested: aubriedionne@yahoo.com

Monday, October 27, 2014

The King's Mistress by S.D. Grady- Win A Copy




The King's Mistress
S.D. Grady

Genre:  Historical Romance set in a
Fantasy world/Erotic Romance

Publisher:  Purple Sword Publications

Number of pages:  200
Word Count: 80k

Cover Artist:  Traci Markou

Book Description:

Bethina Lydia Fortescue, the Lady Godwin, adored her king as no other for twenty years.  But the king is dead, and as his mere mistress she is no longer welcome at court.

Sir Arthur Jeffries, newly appointed to Princess Meredith's Regency Council, needs help.  He begs the legendary Lady Godwin to return to the palace as the princess' tutor, hopefully to lead the gawky teenager through the political and romantic minefield of suitors and hidden assassins invited to attend her Debutante Ball.

Bethina and Arthur fight the undeniable surge of attraction between them. Bethina cannot bring herself to put aside the love she had for her king, and now concern for his heir. Arthur knows that he will only be able to serve the princess if he continues his life of solitude. Now is no time to take a courtesan to bed. 

Brought together as servants to Rushton's crown, but joined through a lifetime of bitter and shrewd experiences, Bethina and Arthur discover that when the princess finally takes a husband, and all the enemies of the land are vanquished, they will have only one thing left to live for: love.




Excerpt:

The phantom caress of Freddie's touch conjured long buried memories.  Ah, sweet agony. Exuberant in their youth, she and Freddie had explored all the possible sexual positions together.  And now...
She fought against a tear. That was all in the past. Gone.
She closed her eyes so she might ignore the overly familiar oil landscape hung over her bed and the other tiny details that recalled the sweet and torrid memories.  Her finger caught at a lace ribbon on the vanity top and pulled it across the polished wood surface.  Her favorite clock ticked.  Time passed.  When would the hole in her heart heal?  Anger at her weakness surged.  She grabbed and held onto it.
"Stop being morbid, Beth.  You've got a job to do."  Her voice echoed in the vaulted room.
A knock sounded from the outer chamber.  She still had an hour before she expected her first guest.  The tweeny scurried to answer it.
"She's not quite decent, sir."
Bethina grinned.  Leave it to the young ones to state the truth.  She stood and turned to welcome whoever it might be, calling out, "Let them in, Laurel.  I'm as decent as I'm going to get."  It took but a few steps to enter the sitting room.
The girl curtsied and opened the door wider.  Sir Arthur stood in the hall, his cap in his hand and eyes wide as he noticed the extravagance of her chamber. 
Once again, that phantom emotion sprang to life. She couldn't possibly take another lover. Never. Action would help to stifle her misgivings.
"Come. Come." She gestured him into the room.  "It's been far too long since these rooms saw a gentleman not bent on nefarious deeds."
The man blushed, his grey eyes darkened.  "You think me harmless, Lady Godwin?"
"Hah!"  She strode to the chaise, settled down and reached for the bell.  The tweeny reappeared.  "What would you like to drink, sir?"
Dressed in a suit of black silk from head to foot, the diplomat evoked an aura of quiet power.  He had not moved since pausing inside her threshold.  "I like to keep my wits when dining with my enemies and my friends."
Bethina pressed her lips together before ordering, "Small ale for two."
He remained still, his gaze boring into hers.  "Do you possess a more modest gown, Lady Godwin?"
She chuckled and leaned forward just a touch.  "Unlike you, Sir Arthur, it is not to my advantage to fade into background.  A low cut bodice is far more effective in eliciting confidences than sitting near silent in a corner with a shawl up to my chin."  Even as she grinned, her melancholy vanished. Thank goodness she had somebody to match wits with.
He coughed and appeared to decide she was not about to eat him for lunch.  He stretched his long legs out as he settled in the high-backed chair opposite her perch. He continued to study her. What did he want? 
"Now, why the early arrival for supper?"
He turned his attention to the appointments of the chamber; the heavy furniture, damask curtains, oil paintings.  Every feminine furbelow Trudy could gather dotted all possible surfaces.  Lace, china, clocks, jewelry.  It appeared as the room of a very wealthy lady of the nobility. No guest could possibly guess at her sordid past. 
"Sir Arthur?"
"Hmm?  Oh, yes.  Sorry. I wondered if you required any more information before we go in for supper this evening?"
"No, I think not.  Sometimes it is better to make your own judgments, true?"
He rubbed his palms together for a moment.  "I would have to agree with that."
So, he was avoiding speaking his mind. Really, now was not the time to keep secrets from her.
Laurel appeared with their drinks, served and withdrew.
Perhaps if she taunted him.
Bethina ran one finger along the rim of her glass, collecting the drop of moisture sitting there and then licked it dry. "You really wanted to see what I had chosen to wear.  Admit it.  What would the famed mistress of King Frederyk do upon her return to court?" She sipped at her ale and decided the castle boasted a fine master brewer.
"Yes.  I am taking a huge risk here.  Should we misstep, I shall be back in the desert of Uiel and you in that house on the river."
"But you forget, Sir Arthur."  She placed her glass on the small table at her right and drew a heart on the tabletop from the glass's condensation.  "Not once in two decades was I dismissed from court.  I am good at this."
He smiled and relaxed in his seat.  "As am I." 
She met his steady gaze.  Good.  His defenses were coming down. She took a deep breath, her breasts pressing against her tight bodice.  His grey eyes widened. He swallowed. She followed his Adam's apple down his muscled neck and grinned in appreciation at his wide shoulders.  The years had been kind to him.  The blood beat in her ears .  Her body stirred. 
And suddenly it became clear. He desired her.  As much as she wanted him.
"I didn't come here for a flirtation." Her protest sounded gravelly.
His cheeks blazed with color.  "I did not invite you for such."
She waited, as he appeared to want to say more.  In the end, they simply shared a nod each understood. The heat and lust would wait, for now.  "I am here for Freddie's niece.  She needs me."
He nodded. "Yes, she does.  I think, though, that I will enjoy working alongside you."
"Just working?"
The room filled with unspoken words.  Heat. Hushed sighs beneath covers.


 About the Author: 

S.D. Grady is a lover of men, music, movies and fast machines. A beautiful gown stirs her blood as quickly as a NASCAR race.  An author of historical and fantasy romance, she never hesitates to switch gears and plunge into the real world of sports commentary.

She lives in her house on the hill with her husband of 20 years and their cats. During work hours she runs a movie theatre and, when not writing, enjoys crocheting yet another colorful afghan. Several times a year you can find them at the track in their RV.




The S-Curves blog  http://thescurves.blogspot.com/

Tour giveaway 

4 ebook copies of The King's Mistress 

How it works:

Follow S.D. Grady along on her Bewitched Blog Book Tour during the month of October to help her celebrate the release of her historical fantasy romance The King's Mistress.

Answer correctly 5 of the 6 questions provided on this page: http://www.sdgrady.info/s.d.-grady-s-treasure-hunt.html 

Email the answers to: sdgradytreasurehunt@gmail.com by November 8th, 2014 

Use the Subject Line of "Treasure Hunt Answers" 

All the answers will be found on the blog tour.

The first four people to email S.D. Grady with the correct answers will win a free e-copy of The King's Mistress.  

Winners will be notified via email.






Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Cover Reveal for Jill Knapp's Upcoming Release


 
Today we have the first glimpse at the cover art of HarperImpulse author, Jill Knapp's next book, "We've Always Got New York", coming out November 20th! This novel is book #2 in the "What Happens To Men..?" series, which is now available in paperback in Great Britain. The first book has gotten rave reviews, and has divided its readers into two groups. Are you on Team Michael? Or are you on Team Hayden?

You can get a copy of book #1 here -
 http://www.amazon.co.uk/What-Happens-When-They-Manhattan-ebook/dp/B00KKC43BA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413380045&sr=1-1&keywords=jill+knapp

 "We've Always Got New York" picks up after Amalia Hastings returns to Manhattan from her trip to Brazil to find that life has in fact gone on without her. Fresh off the plane, she is left feeling anxious and unresolved, left alone to pick up the pieces, and deal with the repercussions of choosing her own path over Michael. Amalia finds herself without an apartment, without a job, and starting to wonder if she's even without a best friend!



Jill can be reached on Twitter at @JL_Knapp and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jill-Knapp/1488935691330000?ref=hl

Now here's a sneak peak at the first chapter of "We've Always Got New York"!!


 
­­Chapter 1- Amalia
 
I could tell by the look on her face that she was expecting something from me. She was expecting something to be different. For me to be, in some way, changed.
I’m Amalia Hastings, and on August 20th at 9:17 pm, I was home. 
Home. The word seemed funny to me because I didn’t have a home to go back to. I moved out of my apartment right before leaving for Brazil and after my friend-with-benefits, Michael, showed up at my apartment, asking me to stay. I hadn’t thought it through properly; I just knew I didn’t want to live in that apartment anymore. Before my trip to Brazil I packed up what little stuff I owned and put it in storage for when I returned, assuming I would deal with it then. Well, “then” has become “now”. So for tonight I was staying with my best friend Cassandra. Who was currently waving at me.
I knew what she wanted. She wanted stories. Juicy ones that involved hot hookups on the sand. She wanted to see pictures. Pictures of the places I went, the food I ate, and the hot guys I met. She wanted me to run up to her in a sun dress, hair braided and skin tanned, and explain, no, to pontificate, to her how life-changing my trip was. She wanted me to playfully link her arm around mine and gush about how amazing it all was. How I was changed forever. That I had a new appreciation for life, food, and music. She wanted me to tell her that I would never be the same.
But this isn’t the movies and I’m not Julia Roberts.
The florescent lights above me flickered, making the airport look dark and ominous. I looked down at my hand as I pulled my rolling suitcase across the sticky, tiled floor. Not even my hand had acquired a tan. Three months in the Brazilian sun and my skin remained as pale as ever.
Cassandra was looking right at me with wide, unblinking eyes. I walked a little slower.
For some reason I couldn’t pinpoint, coming off the plane felt like a surreal experience to me. Although I was relieved to have landed, and I wouldn’t have wanted to stay in Brazil any longer, I still wasn’t utterly happy with being back. I wondered if it merely had to do with the fact that I had no apartment to go back to and was feeling pretty untethered from not having a proper home.
There’s an old saying. I’m not really sure where it’s from or who said it first. Kind of the proverb equivalent of The House of the Rising Sun. It proffers, “Wherever you go, there you are”, and up until about one month ago I had no idea what it meant. But now it means everything. It rings in my ears like a scolding mother, repeating itself over and over again until I submit.
I finally stood face to face with Cassandra, who was grinning like a fool at this point. She was dressed down for the night, wearing a purple racer-back tank top that showed off her summer glow, jeans, and gold flip-flops. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose, messy bun and her make-up was minimal, apart from the extra-shiny, coral lip-gloss she was wearing. She reeked of summer.
“Hey,” I offered, looking down at my sneakers. I wished I had more energy for her, but after ten hours on a plane it was all I could muster up.
Cassandra cocked her head to the side and smiled. Her hair swung back and forth and she popped her hip out like a model in training. She looked as fierce as ever, even dressed-down in comfortable summer clothes.
“That’s all I get? Get over here!” she said, pulling me in for a hug.
I hugged her back for a moment and then pulled away, overcome with exhaustion and jet-lag. I smiled at Cassandra. She smelled like a salty coconut and I realized she had probably come straight from Fire Island, a beach not too far from Long Island and just outside of the city. That explained the dressed-down attire, but not the lip-gloss. Unless, of course, we were going straight back there from JFK airport.
I looked back at the gate. Most people I knew hated airports, but I liked them. They offered a chance to escape. Get on a plane and in six hours from now you could be across the country. You could be in a different town, in a different house, with a different group of people. I think we all took that for granted.
 I could go back to Brazil right now. Or I could go somewhere else. I’ve never been to Cincinnati; I wonder what it’s like there. Or maybe Savannah. I could definitely live in Savannah! I took a step backwards, away from Cassie. Back toward the inside of the airport. She just smiled.
“Very funny, Amalia!” she said through perfectly white teeth. “Don’t sneak away from me now. I’m so glad you’re back, I really missed you.”
Cassie threw her arm over me and smushed our faces together. She whipped out her iPhone and flipped the camera application around so the front lens could be used and snapped a picture of the two of us. Before I knew it, she uploaded the picture to Facebook with the caption “So excited, Amalia is officially home!”
Without glancing back, she walked a few feet in front of me and remained glued to her phone. The back of her Havaianas smacking onto her heels echoed throughout the now nearly empty hallway. I let out a long sigh that Cassandra didn’t hear and pulled my suitcase toward the exit. Yep, it was official. I was home. 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Ripley Patton Talks About Her Top Ten Ghosts- win a $10 Amazon Gift Card



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Ripley Patton's Top Ten Ghosts
I have a confession to make. I'm a wuss when it comes to ghosts. Even though my books all have the word GHOST in the title, they aren't truly ghost stories but are more about what would happen if humans started evolving away from flesh and more toward spirit. Most ghost stories place the ghost in the role of the villain, but I tend to like my ghosts as the heroes, the comic relief, or in some cases, even the victim who needs rescuing. So, here's my list of Top Ten Ghosts.


1.       Casper the friendly Ghost.
2.       The Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I always felt bad for him. Poor guy having to ride around looking for his head like that.

3.       Dr. Malcom Crow from The Sixth Sense (aka Bruce Willis). Such a nice ghost.
4.       Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars. Very helpful.
5.       Nearly Headless Nick from Harry Potter
6.       Slimer from Ghost Busters
7.       Loyd the Bartender from The Shining
8.       Ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings. Okay, they aren't nice, but they are cool.
9.       Helen from A Certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb (YA paranormal).
10.   Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake  (YA paranormal).


This is my stop during the book blitz for Ghost Heart (The PSS Chronicles #3) by Ripley Patton. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 20 till 26 October, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours

So far this series contains 3 books: Ghost Hand (The PSS Chronicles #1), Ghost Hold (The PSS Chronicles #2) and Ghost Heart (The PSS Chronicles #3).



Ghost Heart coverGhost Heart (The PSS Chronicles #3)

By Ripley Patton


Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Age category: Young Adult

Release date: October 14, 2014




Blurb:

In the aftermath of a brutal tragedy, Jason and Passion are on the run. Marcus is lost beyond reach, and The Hold is in shambles. If that weren't enough, Olivia Black has been taken by the CAMFers to be used as Dr. Fineman's personal lab rat in his merciless quest to uncover the mysteries of Psyche Sans Soma once and for all. But only if he can break her.



They are scattered.

They are devastated.

They are ruined.



Their only hope is Olivia's stubborn determination to thwart her captors and unlock the secrets of her ghost hand before Dr. Fineman can. Will she finally find the strength within herself to embrace the full power of her PSS?



And will it even matter if Marcus has already betrayed her?





You can find Ghost Heart on Goodreads



You can buy Ghost Heart here:

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Earlier books in the series:

ghost handGhost Hand (The PSS Chronicles #1)

By Ripley Patton


Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Age category: Young Adult




Blurb:

Seventeen-year-old Olivia Black has a rare birth defect known as Psyche Sans Soma, or PSS. Instead of a right hand made of flesh and blood, she was born with a hand made of ethereal energy.



How does Olivia handle being the girl with the ghost hand? Well, she's a little bit morbid and a whole lot snarky.



Her mother thinks her obsession with death, black clothing, and the local cemetery is a bid for attention. But when Marcus, the new guy in Olivia's calculus class, stares at her like she's a freak, Olivia doesn't like it. And when her hand goes rogue, doing things she never imagined possible, Olivia finds herself running for her life with Marcus from a group of men bent on taking the power of her hand for their own nefarious purposes.





You can add Ghost hand to your to-read list on Goodreads.



You can download Ghost Hand for free here:

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ghost holdGhost Hold (The PSS Chronicles #2)

By Ripley Patton


Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Age category: Young Adult




Blurb:

Olivia Black is back.



Only this time she's not the one in need of rescue.



Samantha James, rich, popular, and an award-winning composer at age seventeen, is the next target on the CAMFers' list. In order to convince Samantha to come with them, Olivia and Passion must pose as cousins, blend into the most affluent high school in Indianapolis, and infiltrate a mysterious cult known as The Hold.



Olivia doesn't expect it to be easy, even with the PSS guys backing them up. But what she discovers over the course of the mission will call into question everything she ever believed about herself, her family, and especially about Marcus, the guy she is undoubtedly falling in love with.





You can add Ghost Hold to your to-read list on Goodreads.



You can buy Ghost Hold here:

- Amazon 

- Barnes and Noble 

- Kobo



Ripley PattonAbout the Author:

Ripley Patton lives in Portland, Oregon with one cat, two teenagers, and a man who wants to live on a boat. She is an award-winning short story writer and author of The PSS Chronicles, a young adult paranormal thriller series.



Ripley doesn't smoke, or drink, or cuss as much as her characters. Her only real vices are writing, eating M&Ms, and watching reality television.



You can find and contact Ripley here:

- Website  

- Facebook  

- Twitter  

- Goodreads   

- Google +



There is a tour wide giveaway for the book blitz of Ghost Heart. These are the prizes you can win:

- a set of signed cover posters (US only)

- a $10 Amazon gift card (international)



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Monday, October 20, 2014

Helen Pollard Talks About Life After Getting The Contract





Naivety Personified

Me, naive? When I signed my first contract a few months ago, I didn’t think I was. Ever since I’d started writing again maybe five years ago, I’d taken the whole thing extremely seriously and spent as much time researching as writing … how to hone my craft, the world of agents and publishers, digital versus print … the list goes on.

So I guess it would be true to say I probably did think the hard part was over – not writing my book, necessarily, but finding the perfect home for it, a publisher who was willing to have faith in it and give it a chance.

I had no idea what lay ahead.

I’d expected the edits, and coped with them without too much trauma (truth be told, I love editing!)

And in the back of my mind, I knew I would have to get to grips with Facebook. And create a website. And begin a blog. The reality of doing these things was time-consuming, tantrum-inducing and sometimes technically scary. With a day job and a family to contend with, I barely had time for anything else, but I finally got things in hand …

Until my book’s release, and with it, a whole new world of buy links and author pages and the like (who knew I’d ever manage to set up an author page on Amazon Japan?!)

Could I rest there? Absolutely not. I had no idea how much marketing would be involved! I’ve spent a lot of time finding out and learning from others, but as for putting it all into practice, I’m only just getting going.

It’s been a steep learning curve, and on days when I’m tired, it can seem like a slog. But there is real excitement to be had in knowing I’m taking small steps in getting my name and my book ‘out there’ – and also satisfaction and renewed confidence as each challenge is faced, tackled, and hopefully overcome.

Best of all, now when I’m daunted by something new, I only have to look back at what I’ve already achieved and remind myself I’m perfectly capable of rising to the challenge.

That’s a great feeling!




Warm Hearts in Winter by Helen Pollard


Blurb:

Can two hearts thaw on the midwinter moors?

Forced by circumstance into the world of temping, when Abby Davis accepts an assignment in the wilds of Yorkshire as personal assistant to a widowed novelist, she assumes he is an ageing recluse.

Thirty-something Jack Blane is anything but. Still struggling to get his life and writing career back on track three years after his wife’s death, Jack isn’t ready for a breath of fresh air like Abby.

Snowed in at his winter retreat on the moors, as the weeks go by and their working relationship becomes friendship and maybe more, Abby must rethink her policy of never getting involved with someone at work … and Jack must decide whether he is willing to risk the pain of love a second time.


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About the Author:

Helen Pollard writes contemporary romance with old-fashioned heart. She firmly believes there will always be a place for romantic fiction, no matter how fast-paced and cynical the world becomes. Readers still want that feel-good factor - to escape from their own world for a while and see how a budding romance can blossom and overcome adversity to develop into love ... and we all need a little love, right?

A Yorkshire lass, Helen is married, with two teenagers. They share space with a Jekyll and Hyde cat that alternates between being obsessively affectionate and viciously psychotic. Antiseptic cream is always close at hand.

When Helen’s not working or writing, it goes without saying that she loves to read. She also enjoys a good coffee in a quiet bookshop, and appreciates the company of family and close friends.
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