Blitz–More Than Words–Susan Behon

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Title: More Than Words

Author: Susan Behon

Release Date: May 11, 2015


Tracy King, the cupcake queen, has given up on getting her prince charming to notice her.

After over a year of coming to her bakery, Ben Carrington, tall, dark, and…quiet, has yet to ask her out. Little does she know that Ben likes sampling her cupcakes, but his real craving is for a taste of Tracy.

A leaky roof on a rainy night leaves Tracy swamped, literally. Ben brings her home with him, knowing that actions speak louder than words. Tempting Tracy into romance is easier said than done when secrets from her past come back to Madison Falls with a vengeance.

Ben has a secret of his own but can’t let it keep him from protecting his lady love. Will he finally tell her his true feelings or will he be silenced for good?

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Author Bio: Susan Behon, author of the Madison Falls series, enjoys creating a world New Image-picturethat brings readers love, laughter, and a healthy dose of sexiness. Susan graduated summa cum laude with a B. A. in English from Norfolk State University. She currently lives in Ohio with her very own romance hero of a husband and their two wonderful daughters.

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“Ow! Damn it!”

Tracy King thought she was having a dream about standing under a cascading waterfall until a piece of wet plaster hit her on the head. When the second one hit her on the shoulder, reality intruded and she realized that her Hawaiian vacation was actually rain pouring in from a hole in her ceiling.

Her warm, tropical lagoon turned out to be a cold, wet mattress. Jumping out of bed to save herself from getting completely drenched, she glanced up to find a three foot gap over her head where her ceiling used to be. Tracy’s bed was a disaster and her favorite vintage patchwork quilt was soaked and covered in chunks of wet, rotted plaster. She took in the mess before her in total dismay.

That lasted only long enough for the anger to set in. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” She’d told her landlady, Darlene Donaldson, about the yellowing stain spreading across the ceiling, but the miserly old lady thought nothing of it. She claimed that antiquated buildings had their quirks. This was more than flipping quirky!

First things first, she stripped the bed and set a bucket on the mattress. After that, she threw on some fresh PJs and grabbed her cell phone to call her best friend, Sophie. “At least the phone’s still dry,” she muttered as she paced her living room. She knew better than to call her landlady at midnight. Darlene wouldn’t answer even if Tracy tried. Her best bet was Sophie.

One ring in, Sophie answered, “Hullo?” in a near whisper. Well, damn it all over again. In her distress, Tracy had forgotten about the baby. She prayed she hadn’t woken him up.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry! You weren’t sleeping were you?” She lowered her voice just in case she was holding the baby.

Whispering, Sophie replied, “No, Brandon just finished his midnight feeding. Hold on and I’ll put him in his crib.” A few minutes later, Sophie spoke in a normal voice. “What’s wrong, Tracy? Are you okay?”

Okay was relative. “I’m fine but my ceiling’s toast. If it doesn’t stop raining, someone’s going to have to build an ark in my bedroom.”

“Oh, my God! What happened?”

“Remember that wet stain in the ceiling? Now it’s a hole. My bed is soaked and all of my bedding is covered in rain-drenched drywall. Can you still call it drywall if it’s all wet? The storm isn’t stopping so the bucket on the bed is filling up pretty quickly.” As a matter of fact, she was going to check on it right now. Almost full. Just fabulous.

“God, that’s terrible! Let me wake Reed and see what he can do to fix it.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know who else to call and you know Darlene won’t do anything. I feel so awful bothering you guys.”

Sophie huffed indignantly. “Bother me? Tracy, you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to bother me!” She paused a minute. “You know what I mean. Hold on and I’ll get Reed.”

Reed Sutton was Sophie’s husband and the manager of his family’s construction company. If anyone could help, it would be him. Tracy heard a muffled sound on the phone and some indistinguishable murmuring before the mouthpiece was uncovered.

“Tracy?” Reed’s deep voice sounded gruff from sleep.

“Reed? I’m so sorry but I sort of have a sunroof in my ceiling.” She explained the damage and the rain that was continuing to pour in.

“Okay, keep changing out the bucket. I’ll be over soon to see what I can do.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Not a problem, see you soon.”

She hung up and went back to bailing out her bedroom.

The rain was coming down faster and other parts of the ceiling were now dripping. Quirky building, my ass! Every pot, pan, and bucket she could find were collecting water. Her dry pajamas were now damp from changing out the buckets. Thank God it’s summer! Then again, the later it got, the cooler the air became.

Tracy yelled at the ceiling in frustration. “I’m never going to get any sleep tonight! Stop raining!” Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t care what she wanted since the rain continued in a steady stream. She was getting nervous that the whole ceiling was going to fall down and squash her into submission. There was nothing left to do but keep up with damage control until Reed got there. Hurry, please!

Release Day Blitz-Sex, Love and Aliens, Vol. 2

Sex, Love and Aliens New Image-Sex, love, aliens

Volume 2

Imogene Nix, Ashlynn Monroe,

Jaye Shields, and Beth D. Carter

Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance

Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Date of Publication: June 15, 2015

ISBN: 9781940744803

Number of pages: 185

Word Count: 63,000

Cover Artist: Fantasia Frog Designs

COVERT WEBS by Imogene Nix

Power, deceit, and passion. Old enemies, new love, and the future of the entire universe hanging in the balance.

Dria is more than the Ba’Tuan Princess, she’s also a highly trained warrior who’s been sent to Earth to covertly uncover a plot to destroy the accord between the two species.

Military commander Marcus Vane is scarred and weary. His experience with women has left him afraid of commitment…that is until Dria turns up. Not only is she everything a warrior should be—strong, focused, and honorable—she’s also an incredibly beautiful woman.

They must work together to find the Incubi and stop their plans, but one split-second decision changes everything, and now the danger is even more extreme.

Content Warning: contains sizzling sex scenes with a gorgeous human male warrior and a beautiful female Ba’Tuan warrior


Briz will face death to save a race of strangers, but will her pirate’s love be enough to save her?

Briz Julius isn’t afraid to break the law to save the lives of strangers. Briz insists she can get an important shipment of medicine between worlds without incident. Her family reluctantly agrees to allow her to make the trip in their oldest, smallest vessel. The decrepit ship doesn’t look like much, but that’s exactly what she needs to get to her designation without attracting attention.

Matek’s family was massacred by the captain of the pirate ship, the Heartless. Becoming one of the crew was easy, but remaining silent while the ruthless villain takes an innocent girl captive isn’t. Matek has spent years plotting his revenge. Is he willing to throw away his only chance to avenge everyone he loved in order to save the bold and beautiful stranger?

Content Warning: contains sensual love scenes

HER CLONE by Jaye Shields

When love sparks between enemies, can it survive?

Angela Raden’s last mission to planet US-2 nearly got her killed. The savage beating she’d been subjected to made her wish she had died. And now the military wants to send her back. But Angela will be doing things differently this time around. She’ll die before she allows the enemy to touch her again.

Damon is a human clone raised for the purpose of killing, but he’s seen enough death to last him a lifetime. With revolution taking over his planet, he remains in solitude, seeking peace amidst chaos. When he meets a tiny slip of a human determined to take on an entire clone army, he can’t help but follow her. Since he’d been in hiding the woman believes he’s human, and upon seeing her hatred of his cloned peers, he keeps the secret in order to remain in her company. But when he follows her into danger, will the truth be revealed?

Content Warning: contains strong language, violence, and some very hot sex

BOND by Beth D. Carter

A woman who has nothing to lose, and a man with everything to gain.

They had known each other a lifetime ago, but love while serving as slaves to the TEV, the aliens who rule Earth, wasn’t something that could ever last. When Freya’s family escaped, leaving the only home she’d ever known, she left Kory behind, but she can’t forget him.

When she meets him again, Kory isn’t the human boy she remembered. He has survived a horrific scientific experiment that has changed him into a hybrid—half human, half TEV. Can she trust this man who has now, essentially, become a member of the enemy?

Content Warning: contains sexual content and some violence

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A sharp beep drew Dria’s attention. The communication console glowed and she reached out, touching the button. “Yes?”

“Turana, we’ve received an encoded transmission for you. The gentleman is most insistent and is using the Omega code.” The captain’s face betrayed no concern, but in his eyes, she read a hint of panic.

“Connect me.”

His face faded away, replaced by another, harsher visage.

“Forgive me, Turana Dria. My name is Commander Marcus Vane, and I am to be your contact on Earth. I’ve received some intelligence that the Incubi plan to strike when you arrive.”

She leaned forward. “I see, and you know this how?”

No matter how hard she tried, the pounding of her blood pulsed faster as interest flared deep in her belly. Her fingers flexed, and she wished for some physical outlet for the strong emotion that filled her. A hiss escaped between her tight lips, and even that angered her. After so many years of training herself to be calm and controlled in all things, how could she allow even that small sign of impatience and anger to escape?

“We intercepted a transmission showing they are aware of the suggested landing sites and times.”

Dria frowned at his words. “And so…”

“I have a suggestion that may allow us to circumvent their plans.”

Even as she weighed his words, she scanned his face, noting the full lips and cobalt blue eyes. She told her body not to respond to the unfamiliar pull of fascination, but her physical reaction only grew.

“Tell me.” She spoke harshly, and watched the way his mouth thinned at her command. The small bow of his head was the only acknowledgement of subservience.

“Of course, Turana. I propose that we bring you planet-side early. Before they have an opportunity to complete their plans. The airfield is under constant surveillance, which leads me to believe they have inside knowledge of our plans.”

“I see.” Her short answers and demands sounded almost childish, and she winced inwardly.

“You have read the briefing paper?” His voice cut through her thoughts.

“I… Yes.” The tactical briefing she’d received left more questions than it answered and anger flared, white-hot. “Contact the captain with your plan, then have him apprise me of the changes.” She kept her response brief while her fingers curled with the urge to reach out and trace the planes of his face. Stupid reaction, Dria. Control yourself!

“Of course, Turana. Do you have any queries?” His voice now was melodious, and a flare of heat warmed her belly.

“No. Send the details. We’ll make it work.”

“Then I shall leave you…”

“Yes. Good day.” The screen darkened, and she rubbed her hands over tired eyes. “Aargh!”

Tugging her hands through her long curls didn’t help. Instead, yards of material pooled at her elbows, reminding her of the part she was supposed to play. Squeezing her eyes shut didn’t help either. Too many relied on her to save them to get lost in her fears.

Dria squared her shoulders and inhaled a shuddering breath. “I will not fail.”


“As much as I’d like to pass her about, I do know her father. He’s a good man. Give her a choice,” Blood, the captain of the Heartless, said. “She can be yours, or we can turn her in.”

“I want to deliver the medicine. It’s worthless, except to the people who are sick. Why are you doing this?” she asked in a groggy tone.

“Brizette Julius,” Blood said.

The girl flinched. Her eyes widened a bit. “How do you know my name?” She pulled the blanket securely around her. Matek found himself moving closer to her, as if he could somehow shield her with his body.

“Your father saved me once. I owe him, but this is business. There are people who would pay a lot of money to see that this medicine doesn’t arrive. I have several willing buyers waiting. The Talorians should have just given up and moved on. They made their choice to stay.”

“They’re all that’s left of their race!”

“Then, sweet Brizette, they should have been cautious about where they chose to settle,” Blood said without any hint of remorse.

“Briz, my name is just Briz. I know you think the money is what you want, but can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me the deaths of little children won’t haunt your nightmares? You have the chance to save an entire race.”

Blood threw his head back and laughed hysterically. His wide smile made him appear ten years younger. When he abruptly stopped laughing and sneered at Briz, she took a step back, bumping into Matek. He put a single hand on her bare shoulder. She didn’t shrug his touch away.

“Money is the only thing that matters to me, little girl. Grow up. Men like me and my crew would burn the world for a handful of coins. I’ll give you a choice—Matek’s claim or I’ll turn you over to Indra. Your father’s company would never be free to transport here again, but you’ll be spared a pirate’s touch. When he tires of you he’ll cast you off to be our plaything. What fate do you choose, Briz Julius? We all make choices for our beliefs. What do you value more, your honor or your father’s company?”

The girl bit her lip. To her credit she didn’t flinch or look away from Blood’s hateful stare. She didn’t beg or cry.

“I choose to protect my father. Who in the name of the gods is Matek?”

“He’s the man with his hand on your shoulder.”

Briz jerked out of his touch and spun around. Her lips compressed and her brow wrinkled. The others laughed, but he kept his expression neutral, and he didn’t look away until she did.

“Take her and tame her. I like mine docile,” Blood said before he began a renewed session of laughter.

Matek scooped Briz up in a smooth motion. Her initial stillness spoke of her surprise, but then she began kicking and screaming. He turned and carried her down the corridor. Tanna and Okthu stomped past him and gave the girl dark looks. They’d hurt her as payback if he wasn’t cautious.

Matek’s throat tightened. When his people claimed a mate it was for life. There was no changing your mind once you made a public declaration of intent. The pirate code was much different, but a claim had still been made. She was his.

HER CLONE Excerpt:

“I always thought that, as clones, they would have been programmed what to think,” Angela said. “Until I landed, I never realized they’d be capable of such emotion, like the hate they carried for us. Fury…”

“Lust.” Damon’s deep voice clipped, the husky quality sounding bitter rather than playful. Perhaps he was angered over her story she’d revealed to him. Although Damon was still a stranger, Angela realized something deeper ran between them.

She glanced over at him as they hiked on. His eyes were set on the landscape before them as if on high alert so they wouldn’t encounter unexpected company once more. The intensity of his gaze and his lethal stride left Angela breathless. She shook it off. “I suppose I thought the clones would be more robotic in nature, stoic, like our own armies at home. They’re programmed to do as they’re told from the very first boot camp.”

Angela screamed as Damon snatched her into his arms and dipped her backward. His face hovered a feather’s width away from her own. “Never question this—there is no being on any planet that could not be stirred by your presence.”

By the time he finished speaking, her lips were all but begging for his kiss. The heat in his gaze promised she wouldn’t be disappointed. He kissed her long and slow, her body melting into his arms. His hands kneaded her curves gently, making her moan with desire as he stroked the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

The kiss broke, but instead of releasing her, Damon scooped her up and began carrying her.

Her brows furrowed automatically. “We’re on a mission, not a honeymoon, Damon.”

“My mission is to keep you out of harm’s way. We were nearly spotted earlier, we need to lay low.” He carried her toward a steep hill. “We’ll hide in plain sight atop that plateau. It’s small enough we won’t be caught unaware, and we can watch for anyone on the ground.”

“We don’t have time for a field trip.”

“You’re wrong.” Damon never faltered as he began climbing up the hill with her in his arms. “We have all the time we need, for you won’t find what you’re looking for. The damage was done long ago.”

Angela sucked in a breath, the hurt still burning within her chest. “Aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” She watched the hill slowly pass beneath Damon’s feet. “I can walk, you know.”

“I know.” He cast her a sly grin. “I’ve never had something I’ve cherished to hold in my arms. Now I’m reluctant to let it go.”

Angela raised a brow. “Jungle fever, eh?”

Damon took several long strides and soon they arrived on top of the small plateau. He laid her on the ground, a primal glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. “A fever indeed.”

BOND Excerpt:

He completely surprised Freya when he bent his head and kissed her. His firm lips covered hers, teased them apart until his tongue swept in to dance with hers. This wasn’t the kiss of a young boy fumbling where to put his hands or how to hold his head. This was the kiss of a man claiming what was his. He took, overwhelming her, laying siege to everything she was. One of his hands cupped her breast, squeezing it through the cotton shirt to flick across the nipple.

She moaned. The sensations were so new, so raw, that he took her breath away. Freya didn’t know what to do, so she went with what her body demanded and surged up, undulating her hips and thrusting her pelvis against his. The friction was so heady that she did it again, dry humping against him as a coil tightened deep inside.

He suddenly rolled away, settling next to her.

Freya was thrust into shock, her body still craved his weight, his heat.

“We need to leave,” he said, panting slightly.

“What?” Her thoughts were completely discombobulated.

He sat up and wouldn’t look at her. “It’s a long trek back to the mountain.”

“Wait! You just kissed me.”

“And you just let me.”

They stared at one another and all sorts of recriminations swarmed through her body. How could she kiss an alien? Betray her species? And how could she still crave his touch?

“Why did you stop?” she asked, biting her lip. She hated the fact she was so weak.

“Because you deserve something better than a bed of dirt.” He sighed and ran a hand through his mop of dark hair. “Besides, we just found each other again. It’s been thirteen years, Freya. We need to learn about each other again, not to mention the fact I want you to believe that I am Kory.”

About the Authors


Imogene Nix is an author, a wife, and a mother as well as running a bookshop. When she isn’t busy fulfilling those roles, you might find her cooking, juicing fruit, or talking to the chickens in the backyard.

She is supremely interested in all things science fiction, has a secret crush on a space captain, and loves to snuggle up with her dog, Super Pup, when she’s enjoying downtime with a book.





Ashlynn Monroe is a busy working mom. She loves her kids and family. Her greatest joy is creating stories to entertain others, and she hopes they bring a little more romance into the world. She’s been writing since her teens, for her own enjoyment, but decided in her thirties to share her imagination with readers. Ashlynn enjoys biking, camping, reading, video games, and filling her home and life with love. If she’s not working or chasing children, you can find her daydreaming up her next tale of romance.





Jaye Shields is a flight attendant by day and romance author by night. Her addictions include reading, travel, and other activities not even a romance writer will confess to. She’s in a committed love affair with her readers so don’t be shy!





Beth D. Carter likes writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so her heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate highrollers. She tries to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push herself to write complicated situations that she has no idea how to resolve, forcing her to think outside the box. She loves writing characters who are real, complex, and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.




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Book Blitz-Curse of the Montagues by Stacey Coverstone

New Image Montagues-coverCurse of the Montagues

by Stacey Coverstone



Witch siblings, Bram and Freya Montague, are whisked from 1698 Massachusetts into the future by their well meaning aunt after an evil warlock curses them to immortality.

Fast forward to present-day Florida, where brother and sister have lived for over 300 years. Resenting a fate that prohibits him from ever dying has created in Bram a reputation for danger and soured him on the notion of a serious relationship. Freya, on the other hand, has been open to love throughout her many lives, but no one has stolen her heart like the man she’s been dreaming of for more than three centuries. A chance meeting with a motorcycle-riding, gun shop-owning woman and her cousin, a man who communicates with ghosts, brings with it the winds of change and has Bram and Freya emotionally battling between their desires and what they know is right. After several supernatural encounters that cannot be ignored, the Montagues face their nemesis in a final showdown that culminates in the discovery of long-hidden truths that will once again alter their lives.


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Kendall jerked off her motorcycle helmet and jogged onto the porch. Morgan followed.

“Bram, are you home?” She was about to jerk open the door when he materialized in front of it. Her heart pounded with an insane rhythm at the sight of him. Did he know the effect his magnetism had on her? Tall and cut, with those secretive eyes, brooding demeanor, and dangerous allure…Now she understood exactly why she’d been drawn to his old-world air from the first day.

His gaze moved between her and Morgan. “You shouldn’t have come.” He stepped outside. “You need to go.”

“Who have we here?”

Kendall turned to see a slim blond man standing inside the door. His eyes were dark and blazing but at the same time icy. Even from that distance, she could feel his blue chill. Terror clawed at her veins when he stepped onto the porch and glided across the floor boards as if a soft breeze fluttered under his feet.

“Aren’t you going to formally introduce us, Abraham?” he asked. “Oh, never mind. I’ll do it myself. After all, we’ve all met before in one form or another.”

Kendall’s adrenaline sparked at her wrists. The man was not a physically imposing figure—one could say he was handsome even—but something dark and disturbing ran beneath his words. “You tried to drown me in the lake,” she said.

He chuckled. “That was the first time I’d shape shifted into an alligator. I’m afraid I didn’t have much control over my tail.”


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Stacey Coverstone is a multi-published author in a variety of genres. You can visit her website at: All of her books are available digitally and many can be found in paperback. She is also a fiction editor. If you are looking for an editor to help polish your book for publication, please visit the Editing Services page of her website. She likes working with both new and established authors.

Stacey lives in the beautiful lakeside town of Mount Dora, Florida with her husband, their dog, and a paint horse named Bill. When she’s not writing and editing, she enjoys reading, motorcycle and bike riding, photography, target shooting, traveling, and her part-time job in Sales and Catering at the historic 1883 Lakeside Inn.

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SBB-Secret Blend by Jennifer Bramseth


When longtime courtroom rivals Rachel Richards and Brady Craft get appointed to the bench in Bourbon Springs, Kentucky, tempers flare as they are forced to share chambers.

Working closely with the obstinate-yet-sexy Brady is not an attractive idea to Rachel—although she has to admit that Brady himself is pretty damned attractive.

Rachel doesn’t have to run for office to keep her judgeship, but Brady does. He draws a formidable opponent, Hannah Davenport, a wealthy co-owner of Old Garnet Distillery, where some of the finest Kentucky bourbon is crafted north of town along Old Crow Creek and near the historic springs which gave the town its unique name.

And Hannah just happens to be Rachel’s best friend.

As the judicial race heats up, so does the relationship between the judges—so they decide to keep it a secret.

But can any secret be kept in little Bourbon Springs, Kentucky?

SECRET BLEND is the first book in the Bourbon Springs Series, an upcoming nine-book series of smooth, sensual, sexy, slow-burn contemporary romances set amidst the lush and rolling Land of Bourbon and Bluegrass of central Kentucky.


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Brady put the water jug on the porch and turned to go, but hesitated. Should he wait a little longer to say goodbye for the evening in case she was showering and hadn’t heard him at the door? He shuddered at the image of Rachel taking a shower, lathering her hair, her body…

He took a deep breath, trying to still his thoughts, knowing that he was only going to drive himself crazy if he kept thinking about her.

But he couldn’t.

And that meant he was crazy about her.

Brady groaned and ran a hand over his face and began to walk away from the house.

Then, as he reached the driveway, he heard a splash.

So that’s where she was. He should’ve figured she’d be in the pool that evening.

Brady froze.

Did he want to be tormented by the sight of Rachel in a bathing suit? He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. He could feel himself getting hard just at the thought of her, at hearing her splashing in the pool.

Even though he knew he couldn’t have her, that he was torturing himself, and that he should just walk away, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. A little glimpse of her in that pool would have to be his consolation prize.


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Jennifer Bramseth is an attorney in the active practice of law in the Commonwealth of Kentucky. A Kentucky native and life-long resident, she lives within ten minutes of the state’s oldest bourbon distillery and works within five minutes of two others. A graduate of Centre College and the University of Kentucky, she loves a good Kentucky bourbon with water and ice.

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The Likelihood of Lucy by Jenny Holiday

New ImageThe Likelihood of Lucy

Jenny Holiday

London, 1815

Trevor Bailey is on the cusp of opening the greatest hotel in London. His days as a gutter snipe are behind him, as he enjoys a life of wealth, society, and clandestine assignments as a spy in the service of His Majesty. Until one tumultuous night churns up the past he’d long left behind…

Turned out by her employer for her radical beliefs, Lucy Greenleaf reaches out to the man who was once her most beloved friend. She never expected that the once-mischievous Trevor would be so handsome and gentleman-like and neither can deny the instant attraction.

But Lucy’s reformer ways pose a threat to the hotel’s future and his duties as a spy. Now Trevor must choose between his new life and the woman he’s always loved…

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Jenny Holiday started writing in fourth grade, when her awesome hippie teacher, between sessions of Pete Seeger singing and anti-nuclear power plant letter writing, gave the kids notebooks and told them to write stories. Most of Jenny’s featured poltergeist, alien invasions, or serial killers who managed to murder everyone except her and her mom. She showed early promise as a romance writer, though, because nearly every story had a happy ending: fictional Jenny woke up to find that the story had been a dream, and that her best friend, father, and sister had not, in fact, been axe-murdered. From then on, she was always writing, often in her diary, where she liked to decorate her declarations of existential angst with nail polish teardrops. Eventually she channelled her penchant for scribbling into a more useful format. After picking up a PhD in urban geography, she became a professional writer, and has spent many years promoting research at a major university, which allows her to become an armchair stronomer/historian/particle physicist, depending on the day. Eventually, she decided to try her hand again at happy endings–minus the bloodbaths. You can follow her twitter accounts @jennyholi and @TropeHeroine or visit her on the web at

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“Stop cleaning,” Trevor said.

Lucy turned. “And a good morning to you, too.” Another precept she’d always tried to instill in her pupils—a false show of confidence could sometimes lead to the real thing. Not that she was preaching affectation. Never that. Mrs. Wollstonecraft—her guiding light in all things—would not approve.

He did not stop scowling. “You are a guest here. Guests don’t clean.”

“Well somebody has to. Beds don’t make themselves.”

“Why make them at all?

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t make mine. Why bother? You’re just going to get into it again later.”

She would have laughed, but he seemed perfectly in earnest. And she had to admit there was some logic to his position. Still, she felt compelled to defend herself. “A servant worth his or her salt would not be able to look at an unmade bed and not remedy it. You have no servants at all?”

“I’ll have an army of them when the hotel opens—a hiring spree is my next major task, in fact, and not one I’m looking forward to. For now, I have a woman who comes in for half days and cooks. But no one enters my private apartments. Ever.”

“I did.”

“Yes.” He moved to the bed and threw the counterpane back, undoing her work. “And you’re not a servant.”

She had to cover her shock at his deliberate mussing of the bed. “That’s debatable. The fate of the governess is to be forever lodged in the limbo between the household and its staff. She is not quite a servant, not quite a member of the family. Mary Wollstonecraft once wrote, ‘A teacher at a school is only a kind of upper servant, who has more work than the menial ones. A governess to young ladies is equally disagreeable.’” Clamping her mouth shut, she checked herself. There was no need to start up with Mary. That was exactly what had landed her in this mess to begin with. It’s just that Mary’s words were always so close to Lucy’s heart. It was difficult to censor herself sometimes. But that’s exactly what she had to learn to do if she was lucky enough to secure another position.

“Be that as it may, at the Jade, you are a guest.” He set a package on the unmade bed. “Put this on, and then we’re going out. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

He was gone before she could answer.

VBB-A Promise Kept-K.S.David


by K.S. David



Quinn McGuire only wanted to lay her mother to rest. She planned to hustle out of Hayden County, Kentucky once it was all done. The town held nothing but bad memories for her. She’d never forget the echoes of children’s taunts calling her poor trash and whispers about her daddy’s crimes. With the exception of her best friend, Jack Lassiter, there was no one in Hayden she cared about – and she’d even been hiding from him for the last two years. But in less than 24-hours after her arrival, Quinn’s brother gets arrested for murder, derailing her plans for a quick exit. Quinn has to find a way to clear his name, but shadows from her past threaten her efforts and her sanity. As she moves closer to the truth, she just may be putting herself in the path of the real killer.



Jack was an intentional man who rarely did anything that didn’t serve a purpose. When he trained his shrewd green eyes upward, I realized it had been his aim to touch me. My reaction to his hug earlier hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Taking the swing next to him, I pushed off gently and moved back and forth.

“How long are you going to be home this time?” he asked. There was no reservation in his voice – no indication there had been a break or shift in our friendship. His easy way belied the fact that we hadn’t spoken in over two years.

Shrugging, I said, “Dunno, a couple of weeks I guess. I figure it will take that long to settle Ava’s affairs – sell the house and do something with the salon.”

The answer seemed to satisfy him, and an awkward silence settled between us as an afternoon breeze whistled and tossed dry leaves across the yard. We shared the same birth date, but at thirty-eight, there was wisdom in Jack’s face that made him seem wiser than his years.

I sighed and looked at the sky before speaking. “I’m sorry for not staying in touch.”

He took a sip of coffee and nodded toward me. “And.”

“And…” I hesitated, “you are… my best friend, and you deserve more than that.”

He rolled his eyes. “And… you are going to tell me why you disappeared without a word for two years.”

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head slowly before looking at him. “No,” I said quietly. “Not yet. I will tell you one day but not right now.”


 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

K.S. David lives in Mid-Atlantic with her husband, their three children and a menagerie of pets.

New storylines are constantly running through her head and she keeps notebooks tucked in pockets of the car, the nightstand and makes voice recordings just about all day long. She’s addicted to true life mysteries and crime shows, both of which marry well with a great romance. Some of her favorite things are long walks, reading in bed, baking and of course, writing her next novel.

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VBB-The Soul Retrieval-Ann A. Jarvie

MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_TheSoulRetrievalTHE SOUL RETRIEVAL

by Ann W. Jarvie

NOTE: The book will be free on Amazon on May 12, the date of the book blast!



Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.

Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings, a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.

A story of transcendent and inspiring power that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.



After finishing the second nocturne, he looked up at her. “You know that I’ve been researching the high incidence of spontaneous healings here, right?” Jeff was both a lead physician and medical researcher at the Medichero Indian Hospital. He reached for a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his short-sleeved white shirt.

“Uh-huh,” Henrietta said. She barely heard what he said. How am I going to get into it? How am I going to tell him? She had asked herself these questions at least a million times. She picked up a pen and notebook from the coffee table, trying to keep her hands busy.

Jeff smoked in silence a moment before continuing. “There’s more to it than even I imagined.”

“More to what?” she asked. She absently doodled on the page without looking up. How am I going to tell him?

Jeff blew smoke. “The spontaneous healings that I’m so interested in … the medicine men here seem to be doing something real to affect the recoveries.”

Now he had her attention. “They are?” She looked at him. “Like what?”

Instead of answering, Jeff got up and turned toward the bay windows that cradled the piano in a small alcove off the living room of the doctor’s cottage. His silhouette against the bright morning light was a man-shaped eclipse, his muscled edges luminous and blurred by the smoldering tobacco. It gave him an unworldly appearance, and Henrietta was reminded about how often she felt like an outsider here, and even back home.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Ann W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.

The Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his mysterious and untimely death.

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