Tuesday, October 14, 2014

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 The Soul Mates Series
Maddie James

Maddie James weaves a five book series that combines romance, paranormal, and spiritual elements—within historical and contemporary worlds—in a family’s quest not only to break a legendary pirate’s curse, but to bring the entire family together again. Full circle. The characters trip through time from 1718 to the future, and through spiritual worlds, to reconnect with their fated spirit mates.




Entangled
Soul Mates, Book 3
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Can souls touch through dreams and find their way home again?

Blurb:
Jackson Porter seeks to fulfill his mother, Claire Porter's, dying request, and answers about the imaginary lover who haunts his nights. His future, he learns, is in a place called Ohio, miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land, his mother says with her last breaths, is his legacy and belongs to him. She urges him to claim it.

In the year 2032, Kari Upton is driven to fight federal sanctions to save her land and her valuable poppy crops. Her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland. There is no other way to gain power than to marry him and ride on his father's political coattails to the state legislature.

And all would be perfect if it weren't for those erotic dreams of man with long dark hair who haunts her day and night....


Excerpt:
Fifteen years earlier…

The rock was smooth beneath her fingertips, and she made slow, lazy circles over its satiny surface. Kari stretched her fingers and laid her hand down flat on its top. Her right cheek rested against the cool stone—it felt good to the touch, she was hot from running—her lanky, twelve-year-old body lay tummy-down on the rock, curled slightly to her side. She looked toward the fields.

Although small and insignificant, she was snug and safe on her magic rock, smack in the middle of a field of poppies. The red flowers were her favorite, and she’d often steal away from the house and weave her way through the rows. She would pretend to get lost in the blanket of red, while searching for her magic place, but she always knew exactly where she was heading. Now, she was here, laying eye-level with stems, the blooms floating above her like a rolling sea. She loved looking up at the blue sky through a tumble of scarlet petals.

This was her place, where she came when she wanted to be alone. Away from Aunt Tassi who doted too much. Away from Richard, who wanted to be a father but wasn’t. Away from Tye, whom she hated with a passion, like most sisters would hate a brother. He teased and taunted, and she didn’t like it one bit.

But here…here she could be herself. Kari. She could lie on the rock, her cheek flat against it—like now—and feel her breathing slow, her worry go away. She was hidden, protected, and safe.

She’d run long and hard this morning, up earlier than everyone. The sun had not yet burned the dew off the petals, and her shorts and T-shirt were damp. She didn’t care. She wanted to be alone. Needed to be with her friend…

With him.

She didn’t want to face breakfast with Aunt Tassi, knowing she would bring it up. Six years. Six years today since her parents had died. Six long years.

She closed her eyes and a few tears spilled down her nose. Lifting her hand to her cheek, she swiped them away and then put her palm square on the hard surface again and rubbed her tears furiously into its porous face. In an instant, she choked back a sob and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

In her mind, her palm, soft and small, pressed into his from the other side.



Entranced
Soul Mates, Book 1

Can souls touch through time and hold on, when all odds are against them?

Blurb:
Claire Winslow vacations on an East Coast barrier island, content with her life and her potential future—until the illusion of a man walking the misty shore haunts her. Then one kiss—a beautiful, soulful, stolen kiss in the night—and her life changes forever.

Nearly 300 years past, Jack Porter is in hot pursuit of his kidnapped wife. Not an easy feat considering the year is 1718 and the kidnapper is the notorious pirate Blackbeard aka Edward Teach. Determined to rescue his wife and take the pirate’s head in the process, Jack steals aboard the pirate’s ship to save her.

Entranced sends Jack and Claire on a wild search through time, not only for the resolution to a powerful attraction between them, but also for a historical artifact that holds the key to their future happiness—the coveted silver-plated chalice made from Blackbeard’s skull.

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Brazen
Soul Mates, Book 2

Can lost souls reunite across time when all hope at love has been abandoned, and demons of the past refuse to go away?

Blurb:
Pitched from a ship during a violent storm in the year 1746, Victoria Porter washes ashore, soon to be rescued by a man on a strange mechanical beast who whisks her into a world beyond anything she could have imagined.

In 2014, Colton MacKenzie fears he has written his last bestselling horror novel until he discovers two things—The Cult of Teach, and a tantalizing nymph wandering the Ocracoke Island seashore. Fascinated by the history that surrounds the Legend of Blackbeard’s Chalice, he seeks to learn more about these modern-day pirates, and hopefully write a bestseller using the premise. He’d planned on riding this ride solo until the strange waif on the back of his Harley touches him in ways his demons hadn’t let anyone touch him in a long, long time....




Wanderlust
Soul Mates, Book 4
Coming soon….

Can wandering souls collide and tame their wanderlust long enough to fall in love?

Blurb:
Katie MacKenzie is a wanderer. With her mother dead, her father in prison, and her siblings scattered hither and yon, she refuses to risk the connectedness of a family again. Family means drama and emotions, good and bad. But when you are on your own, you have only your own drama to deal with. Family is the one thing she does not want.

But she’s pregnant. Alone. And for the first time in her life, more than a little frightened of her future. Her wandering days may soon be over, but that gut-wrenching search for… something, still nags at her. Calls her. And leaves her yearning for peace.

A peace that is difficult to come by. She is willing and prepared to go it alone. And all goes well, until a needy, homeless, and somewhat unworldly stranger enters her life….



Entwined
Soul Mates, Book 5
Coming soon …

Can the bonds of parted spirit mates reconnect through the heart, when the mind and soul have forgotten they have ever loved?

Blurb:
Spirits often have purposes and Claire Porter’s is no different. She possesses a healing soul. God feels her spirit is needed on earth and delivers her a particular task—to seek out and heal a lost family; to reunite the siblings and bring them peace. What God doesn’t tell her is that this family is her own—those of her children. Jackson, Victoria, and Jeremiah, are scattered about in contemporary times, and know nothing of each other’s lives.

But the task comes with conditions. God erases any memory of her children, or of their father, and sends her to earth in a new body, a new name, new life. Trust your spirit and let it guide you, he tells her.

Just as he could not bear to watch his wife die, Jack Porter’s spirit cannot fathom that he will be separated once more from his beloved Claire. He begs mercy with the Heavenly Father only to be told that he should trust and be patient. Jack Porter is not a patient man. His restless soul aches for his lost love and he continues to test God’s resolve. So God gives him an ultimatum—he will send Jack back to earth but only under the same conditions as Claire. Jack agrees and God challenges him to the same quest, to find his spirit mate and reunite his family—with no knowledge of their existence.

Entwined brings The Soul Mates Series to a close as Claire and Jack again seek out their spirit mates, while reuniting their entire family in the same century.


Author Bio:
Whether writing traditional contemporary romance or building paranormal worlds, bestselling romance author, Maddie James, pens stories that frequently cross a variety of romantic sub-genres. Sweet or spicy, suspense or comedy, western or time-travel, her heroes and heroines always chase one thing—the happily-ever-after—whether they realize it or not!

Maddie has over 40 titles in ebook and trade paperback print published worldwide, with foreign editions in French, German, Dutch, Russian, Spanish, and more. Her books have received numerous 5 Star and Top Pick reviews and have landed on various retailer top-selling lists. She has been listed as a Top 100 Most Popular Contemporary Romance Author at Amazon.

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

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A Place Called Harmony

New York Times bestselling author Jodi Thomas has captivated America with her novels set in the small town of Harmony, Texas. Now she tells the story of the three hard-luck men who first settled the town, a place where last chances and long-awaited dreams collide…

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Blurb:
Desperate to escape his overbearing father, Patrick McAllen disappears with his bride, heading north to build a new town—discovering strength, honor and true love along the way.

After drinking away the grief from his family’s death, Clint Truman avoids jail by taking a job in North Texas and settling down with a woman he vows to protect but never love—until her quiet compassion slowly breaks his hardened heart wide open…

All Gillian Matheson has ever known is Army life, leaving his true love to be a part-time spouse. But when a wounded Gillian returns home to find her desperately fighting to save their marriage, he’s determined to become the husband she deserves.

Amidst storms, outlaws, and unwelcome relatives, the three couples band together to build a town—and form a bond that breathes life into the place that will forever be called Harmony.

Praise for Jodi Thomas and her novels:
“Compelling and beautifully written.”—Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“A masterful storyteller.”—Catherine Anderson, New York Times bestselling author

“Thomas sketches a slow, sweet surrender.”—Publishers Weekly

“A large helping of suspense, vibrant (if eccentric) characters, and Texas humor to spice it up.”—Booklist

“Tender, realistic, and insightful.”—Library Journal

“[Thomas’s] often beautiful turn of phrase and eloquent writing impart truths we spend lifetimes gleaning for ourselves”—All About Romance

Author Bio:
Jodi Thomas is a certified marriage and family counselor, a fifth generation Texan, a Texas Tech graduate, and writer-in-residence at West Texas A&M University. She's the New York Times bestselling author of the Harmony series, including Welcome to Harmony, Somewhere Along the Way, and The Comforts of Home, as well as the McLain series and the Whispering Mountain series. She lives in Amarillo, Texas.

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Monday, October 6, 2014

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The Roche Hotel: Season One

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Blurb:
After her husband ditches her for a blonde actress wannabe, Jane Seymour needs a job that pays the rent. The struggling Roche Hotel needs a miracle. With the former owner's wife butting her nose into the renovations and new owners who are in way over their heads, Jane may be the answer to their prayers. Sure, she can handle The Roche Hotel's quirky staff. But, can this skittish divorcee keep it all together when handsome Henry the Donut Guy makes his first delivery? This collection of serial fiction stories is a Tudorific romantic comedy that will leave you laughing out loud and hungry for more.

Author Bio:
Mysti Parker is a wife, mom, author, and shameless chocoholic. She is the author of the Tallenmere standalone fantasy romance series. Her other writings have appeared in the anthologies Hearts of Tomorrow, Christmas Lites, Christmas Lites II, The Darwin Murders, Tasteful Murders and EveryDayFiction.

Other writing pursuits include serving as a class mentor in Writers Village University's seven week online course, F2K. She finished her first historical romance this spring and has one children's book (Quentin's Problem) soon to be published, with one more waiting for illustrations, and many more stewing in her head.

When she's not writing fiction, Mysti works as a freelance editor and copywriter. She also reviews books for SQ Magazine, an online specfic publication, and is the proud owner of Unwritten, a blog voted #3 for eCollegeFinder's Top Writing Blogs award. She resides in Buckner, KY with her husband and three children.

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Monday, September 22, 2014

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Chasing the Dollar
Gemma Halliday Publishing
Romantic Mystery



Miranda Vaughn has spent the last year and a half fighting for her freedom. Arrested for a fraud scheme involving her supervisors, she's lost her job at a prestigious investment firm, her fiancé, and her reputation. She walks out of the courtroom a free woman, only to find that life has a few more curve balls to throw her way. The jury may have found her not guilty, but Miranda is broke, in debt to her beloved aunt, and can't find a job because of the cloud of suspicion still swirling around her.

She can't move forward with her life until she finds out who set her up. Buried in the evidence against her, Miranda finds a larger scheme, one involving far more money than the $37 million her boss fleeced from unsuspecting investors. Determined to uncover the truth, Miranda begins her own investigation—leading her to Macau and Belize, and into the arms of one sexy FBI agent, who has his own agenda. When the danger heats up, Miranda finds herself in a race against time to find the person behind it all. Before he finds her... 

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Excerpt:
"Not guilty."

The two words sliced through the thick atmosphere in the courtroom, and my heart leapt. The boa constrictor of stress that had been wound around my body for the last year and a half eased a tiny bit. Next to me, my attorney, Robert Fogg, tensed. We weren't remotely done, his body language warned.

"As to Count Two, wire fraud, the jury finds the defendant—"

A pause. Why was the clerk pausing?

"Not guilty."

The breath escaped my lungs, but Rob put a cautious hand on my arm warning me not to get too excited yet. He'd spent much of the last fourteen months explaining the odds, explaining the process that I'd face if I insisted on going to trial, comparing the risk I'd face with the known quantity of the plea offer—a mere four years in prison if I agreed to a plea deal and admitted to defrauding clients of the investment bank where I'd been an analyst, compared to ten years or more I risked if I was convicted at trial. And I'd almost certainly be convicted, Rob had assured me. Even if the witnesses against me were convicted felons, liars, conmen who would say anything to get a break on their own prison sentences. The documents were undeniable, incontrovertible evidence of my guilt.

"As to Count Three, wire fraud, the jury finds the defendant—"

Damn her, why the dramatic pause?

"Not guilty," she finished.

This time I glanced over at the jury and made eye contact with several of them, my heart still in my throat. Instead of the impassive expressions they'd worn in the last two weeks, they looked relaxed. Friendlier. Less scary. And they were looking at me.

That was one of the signs Rob told me might signal a favorable verdict. If the jury walked in and wouldn't look at me, they probably had convicted me. When they had filed in with their completed verdict forms, I was too nervous to look in their direction.

"As to Count Four, wire fraud, the jury finds the defendant not guilty."

No waiting this time. The clerk flipped the page to the next form and continued reading, her pace picking up. She must have realized that if she kept pausing before the big reveal on each charge, we'd be here until dark.

"As to Count Five, wire fraud, the jury finds the defendant not guilty."

I couldn't relax yet, not quite yet. There were still ten more opportunities to hear I was going to prison.

Fifteen fraud charges. Fifteen chances to hear the clerk announce that the jury had believed my former boss, his former boss, and the government's accountants and investigators who had testified that I, Miranda Vaughn, participated in a conspiracy to defraud banks and investors. That I, with my business degree from a state school still freshly inked, managed to find a way to outwit regulators for the entire six years I worked at Patterson Tinker Investment Strategies to reap huge profits at the expense of the most established investment advisors in the industry.

Rob's hand gripped my arm, and I realized that the clerk was done reading the verdicts. The room was blurry, and I felt the wet tears running down my cheeks for the first time. The stress of holding those tears back in the last year had caused me to lose sleep, lose hair, and develop a nasty habit of grinding my teeth when I finally managed to close my eyes at night. But I knew that if I had let loose those emotions, I'd never be able to rein them back in and would have ended up in a stark white room with no interior door knobs where I'd spend my days rocking back and forth and waiting for my next round of pills.

"We did it, Miranda," Rob whispered, putting an arm around me in an awkward hug.

I looked up to see the judge watching me. Instead of the stern glare I had grown accustomed to, he was almost smiling at me. I blinked. It must have been the tears in the way. But when I wiped my eyes, there it was—Judge Smith's softening expression, looking like someone's granddad instead of the dour arbiter of my fate.

The judge addressed the jury, thanked them for their service, directed them to the jury commissioner's office to turn in their parking passes, and then looked back at me.

"The bond is exonerated. You're free to go, Ms. Vaughn. Court is recessed."

He stood, and everyone in the room followed suit. The jurors filed back into their room off the side of the courtroom to collect their belongings. Several of them smiled at me, and I smiled back but could feel my lips start to tremble. I swallowed hard and tried to pull myself together. Rob began gathering the legal pads that littered the defense counsel table.

I stood next to the table, still stunned and unsure what I was supposed to do now. Part of me expected to be found guilty, even knowing that I hadn't done what the prosecutor accused me of. I had prepared myself for that. Studied the post-conviction proceedings, the deadline for filing a notice of appeal, researched sentencing procedures and even federal prisons. I hadn't planned what would happen if I were acquitted of all the charges, and I was at a loss as to what to do now.

Turning to the nearly empty courtroom, I saw my lone supporter. The entirety of my cheering section was blowing her nose noisily into a hankie. She came toward me, pulling me into a warm hug over the low railing that separated the gallery from the attorneys and defendants.

"Aunt Marie, when did you get here?"

She gripped me harder. "Somewhere around count seven," she said. "Rob sent me a text when the jury came back. I hot-footed it right down here."

I relaxed into her embrace. The familiar scent of Chanel and baked goods that always permeated her clothing soothed me and took me back to the safety of my childhood. She had come straight from work because she was still wearing her apron with the Sugar Plum Bakery logo.

"Miranda, I'll take care of the bond paperwork," Rob said, interrupting our family reunion.

I pulled away from Aunt Marie and nodded. Rob's face was flushed, and he looked two decades younger than his sixty-three years. He seemed incapable of suppressing the huge grin on his face. Suddenly I felt awkward, unsure how to tell him how grateful I was.

"I don't know what to say," I said. "Thank you, Rob. Thank you so much."

The words were inadequate. During the fourteen months since my arrest, I always felt that he believed I was guilty of something, but despite that, he had done an admirable job defending me. He gave me a crooked smile.

"You're welcome," he said. "We'll talk soon. I'm going to see if I can catch a few of the jurors and talk to them. Come by the office later. We'll celebrate."

He leaned across the railing to shake Aunt Marie's hand and was pulled into a tight embrace. When she finally released him, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and smiled as he gently wiped a tear from her face. Then he turned back to the counsel table and continued clearing it of folders and notepads and his laptop computer, sliding the whole mess into the large black case that he'd been wheeling into court every day of the trial. He zipped the case, gave me another quick hug, and walked over to the other counsel table.

I turned to see how the prosecutors were handling the news. My tormentors—an older, brittle veteran prosecuting attorney named Donna Grayson and Matthew Reese, her younger co-counsel, a clean-cut young man who looked like he was my age. Neither of them would look at me, and their expressions were grim as they shook Rob's hand.

Finally, Matthew Reese made eye contact with me and gave me a nod.

"Good luck to you, Ms. Vaughn," he said.

I almost believed his words were sincere, but then I remembered three days earlier when he called me a thief in his closing argument. I returned the nod without a word, not trusting myself to hold back if I spoke to him—something I'd been forbidden to do for well over a year.

I slipped through the low swinging gate and took Aunt Marie's arm, leading her out of the dark courtroom into the bright, wide and empty hallway. When I had been arraigned on the fraud charges in this courthouse, the hallway had been packed with reporters clamoring for a comment. But since then, they had lost interest. The prosecutor's office wouldn't be putting out a press release on the loss, and I wondered if anyone would even care that I had won. That the woman the government had called "a slick con artist and one of the masterminds of the greatest financial fraud ever seen in this state" was walking out of court and not heading to prison.

I was free to go. No longer facing a decade in prison. Not under a cloud of allegations that had cost me my career, my good name, and my peace of mind. That had driven off friends. Led to the break-up of a five-year relationship. Cost me every last dime of savings and most of Aunt Marie's retirement as well.

I walked up to the wall of windows and looked down on the city, the busy intersection by the federal courthouse, the people jaywalking to get to the Starbucks across the street. A normal day, with everyone bustling about in the bright afternoon sunlight, enjoying a typical California summer day.

I was free to go.

Free.

To go where?

About the Author: 
Ellie Ashe has always been drawn to jobs where she can tell stories—journalist, lawyer, and now writer. Writing quirky romantic mysteries is how she gets the "happily ever after" that so often is lacking in her day job. 

When not writing, you can find her with her nose in a good book, watching far too much TV, or trying out new recipes on unsuspecting friends and family. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two cats, all of whom worry when she starts browsing the puppy listings on petfinder.com.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

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Gold Rush Brides: The Beginning


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Blurb:

Who needs a man? Certainly not Miss Delilah Price!

Abandoned by the man who ordered her as a mail order bride, Delilah struggles to get by in Gold Rush-era San Francisco. Not willing to return to her father's restrictive home — or face the arduous six-month voyage back to Boston — she hatches a plan to start her own business. She'll never have to trust her future to a man again.

Jack Dalton struck it rich in the Sierra Nevada and is having a mighty fine time spending his gold at dance halls and saloons in town. He can't for the life of him figure out why so many of his drinking buddies are signing up for ads in the matchmaking paper that snooty 'Miss Priss' is starting up. The last thing *he* wants to do is to settle down.

When an unscrupulous charlatan threatens to shatter Delilah's dream, Jack takes pity and steps in to lend a helping hand. Then he gets suckered into partnering with the very woman he desperately wants to avoid. Long hours working together force them to face their deepest fears and admit they're drawn toward one another. Can they let go of their pasts and find hope for their future or will they let their fears tear them apart?

Excerpt:
Jack caught a whiff of lemon verbena as Dell swept past him and up the stairs to her room. His eyes closed of their own accord and his lungs took a deep pull of the heady scent. When he opened his eyes, Sam was staring at him with a knowing look.

“What?”

Sam shrugged and turned back to the griddle. “Not a gol-damn thing, Jack.”

Jack pulled a cup off a rough plank that served as a shelf and poured himself some coffee. Settling in at the table, he took a sip of the black liquid and moaned.

“Sam, this is the best coffee I’ve ever had. Nothing’s better at taking the edge off the morning after than a good cuppa joe…unless it’s a good cuppa hooch.” He laughed merrily, wincing at the pain that shot through his head. Darned if that little party girl didn’t nearly drink him under the table.

Sam harumphed in reply.

Sitting in silence, the men fell into their own thoughts. Jack’s kept returning to the vision of Dell standing in her doorway in nothing but her nightgown. He couldn’t help imagining what was beneath the loose flowing cotton. And never in a hundred years would he have thought her hair could be so lovely.

When he’d entered the kitchen, she’d been looking at Sam with so much affection that her normally hard features were softened to the point that he had to do a double-take before he recognized her. He wondered what it would feel like to have her look at him with such tenderness…

He gave his traitorous head a hard shake, drawing a moan of pain at the sudden movement. Rubbing his temple, he squinted one eye open at Sam, who was shaking his head with his back turned toward him.

“You got something to say, Sam?” he groused.

Flipping another batch of flapjacks, Sam bobbed his head. “Since ya asked. Ya blow in here like you was king o’ the world, throwin’ yer good luck in everyone’s face, and you expect folks to thank ya for it. That ain’t how life works, son.”

Sam gave him a look over his shoulder. “You seem like a nice ‘nuff fella, Jack. You done good up in the diggins, and ya done blowed off some steam after working yer tail off for a year. But dontchya think it’s time to start lookin’ to the future?”

Jack couldn’t believe his ears. It was the second time in as many days that he’d heard this same lecture. First from Miss Priss and now from Sam. And he saw the way the other men in the house gave him the stink eye when he entertained company of the feminine variety, all disapproving-like. What was wrong with everybody?

“Sam, don’t you remember what it was like being a young man? I bet you was a real heartbreaker back then, am I right?”

Sam blushed and turned back to the griddle. His half-hearted shrug was all the answer Jack needed.

“Yeah, thought so. You know I’m just having a bit of fun, right? What’s so wrong with that? I got more money than I’ll ever need, so why not live a little?”

“Don’t ya want to have a nice nest egg for when ya settle down?”

“Psh! Settle down? Me?! Sam, you musta got me confused with some other chump. No way some little filly’s gonna trap me into that life. Nuh uh, no sir!”

Sam gave him another sly look.

“So you ain’t gonna take out an ad in Dell’s paper?”

“Ha!” Once again, Jack laughed a little too hard for his tender head’s liking. Rubbing his temples, he added more quietly, “Not a chance.”

“All the other boys in the house is doin’ it. Never know, might find yer one true love.”

Sam had a twinkle in his eye that Jack didn’t like one little bit. Why was everyone so eager to tie themselves down to a boring home life? Look at what he’d done in his short twenty-eight years — traveled the eastern seaboard with a small circus as their horse wrangler, sailed west on a ship around Cape Horn, worked on a ranch owned by a rich Spanish landowner — known as a Californio — breaking broncs and then found his fortune in a creek bed in the Sierra Nevada. For a poor farm boy from Missouri, that was an awful lot of living.

And he didn’t intend to stop anytime soon.

Author Bio:
Cassie Hayes grew up pretending she was Laura Ingalls (before that pesky Almonzo arrived on the scene) in the middle of Oregon farm country. She lives with her husband and cat on the Pacific Ocean and loves to hear from her readers.

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Outback Hearts

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Blurb:
Sam never thought she’d actually be chosen for a reality show--but next thing she knew, she was whisked away to Australia. Dealing with a producer willing to do whatever he had to do make the show a hit, other women ready to cheat and lie to gain the attention of the bachelor, and a camera operator ready to catch her at her worst every time she turned around, absolutely nothing was as simple as it seemed on TV. Not to mention the pigs, killer rattlesnakes and shoveling manure. Sam wasn’t sure she was going to make it through filming most days--never mind find true love. Alex never thought he’d be on a reality show, but how hard could being surrounded by beautiful women be? A lot harder than he’d thought. The producer changed the rules of the show behind his back, the women were nearly clawing at each other for this attention--and that one contestant he couldn’t get off his mind…

Can two people who are meant to be together manage to fight the catty contestants, crazy producer and find true love on a reality show in the Australian Outback?

Excerpt:
“Sammi,” Alex said, still holding on to her arm, firmly, but not hurting her. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Sam asked a bit peevishly.

“Don’t lie and tell me what you think I want to hear rather than how you really feel.” After a beat where Sam didn’t say anything he continued. “If you want to tell me to piss off, tell me. If I do something that hurts your feelings, tell me.” His voice suddenly lowered and he took her hands in his. Sam had to lean into him to hear him over the noise of the barn.

“For the love of God, you’re the only real person here. If I can’t rely on you to tell me like it is, who will?” He paused. “Now, please tell me what upset you.”

“It’s just that…..” she paused, finally continuing when Alex squeezed her hand. “I don’t fit in with the other women here, and I don’t want you to see me as…less…then they are.”

“I don’t see you as less.” Alex immediately said, not even pausing to think about what he wanted to say. “We don’t really know each other, but when I’m lying in my cot at night I find myself thinking about you and what you are thinking about.” He brushed his knuckle over her reddening cheek and continued, “I’d never intentionally insult you like that. I just have to learn how I can tease you and not have you take offense.”


Flaming Hearts

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Becky and her mom used to watch reality shows together all the time. Her mom passed away before she could see Becky on her very own show…except it’s not her own show. She has to share the limelight with another woman. They’re both competing for the love and attention of the same men. It was like no show Becky had ever seen… and she was miserable. The best thing about the show was trying to irritate the other woman by choosing activities Becky knew she’d hate. Becky had no idea she’d meet a wonderful, protective man while on the show, unfortunately he wasn’t a contestant.

Dean always knew he’d find the one woman meant for him, but he had no idea he’d find her competing on a reality show. He’d have to find a way to make sure she didn’t choose any of the prospects on the show, but would decide to be with him instead. Luckily his brother was a cameraman; it was just the key to get to spend time with Becky, as long as the Director didn’t catch wind of their plans.

Becky can’t believe Dean would be interested in her; after all, she isn’t anything special. For some reason he keeps coming back to see her and wants to talk to her every night on the phone. Their relationship becomes more solid just as Becky’s time on the show becomes more tense. She’s ready to call it quits, but she has a contract.

Dean and Becky are counting the days until the reality show is over and they can spend time together openly when Dean gets called away on a job. When an incident on the show threatens her safety and Dean isn’t around for her to turn to, Becky isn’t sure their relationship can survive. Becky has to figure out a way to trust Dean to help her, and Dean will do whatever it takes for Becky to realize she’s his…forever.


Frozen Hearts

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Blurb:
Working as a camera operator for a hard-nosed producer wasn’t all fun and games. Kina was seriously thinking about making this reality show her last. She was known as being as cold-as-ice when it came to men, which was appropriate since they were filming in Alaska. Before she could figure out what she wanted to do with her life she had to make it through the show. The contestants aren’t exactly lumberjack material and the challenges range from ridiculous to downright dangerous.

The Alaskan reality show is Jonathan’s last gig before he goes to work in security with his brother. The shoot would be completely miserable except the one woman in the world who was meant to be his is also a camera operator on the show. He doesn’t know how he’ll manage it, but he has to win her heart and convince her to move to Arizona to be with him.

Following in the footsteps of the contestants isn’t a walk in the park for the camera operators. Fighting boredom and drama within the crew, hiking across glaciers, and camping in the Alaskan wilderness isn’t as safe as it seems on television. An injury on the set will either bring Jonathan and Kina together, or tear them apart for good.


Author Bio:
Susan Stoker currently lives in Texas, but over the last fourteen years has also lived in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She met the love of her life on "Hotmail classified" before such a thing as online dating and sites like match.com even existed!

Being the spouse of an Enlisted Army man was an experience, and spending four years apart while he was stationed in Korea and then sent to a different State then she was living was not fun. But now that he's retired HE gets to follow HER around the country!

Susan and her husband are passionate about adopting dogs from rescue groups and shelters. They've had a total of nine "rescued" dogs in their brief 14 year marriage. Mainly basset hounds and bloodhounds, but they've recently branched out and adopted a basset/terrier mix.

As a type A person, Susan has two master's degrees and her PhD, but tells people that all having a PhD means is that she can write really long papers. She's been reading romances since middle school, even once crossing out all the names in a book and changing them to her own and to the name of her crush. She's been writing scenes for years, thinking about what she likes, and recently tried stringing the scenes into a book.

Her first series, Beyond Reality, will be a trilogy, with all three books in the series having HEAs.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

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Drive Me Sane

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Blurb:
Unable to perform her duties in the army after a twelve-month deployment to Afghanistan that leaves her with scars no one can see, Sera Cavins returns to her hometown hoping that some time alone will help her find her way back to being the girl everyone once knew. That is, until she finds herself sharing a house with the man who left her heartbroken merely weeks before her deployment.

Tyler Creech made it to Nashville and even earned a number one hit, but being a rising country music artist isn’t as easy as he thought. He’s back in Cobb City, Kentucky, looking for something to ease the stress of his next release. He discovers it standing on his mom’s and stepdad’s lawn when Sera, the girl he once planned to marry, shows up.

They’d been perfect for each other, until the strain of Sera’s deployment and pressure of Tyler’s career drove them apart. Now with neither of their lives going the way they anticipated, both are fighting different yet similar demons.

But change is good, and sometimes going a little crazy is too. Sometimes it’s what keeps you sane.

Excerpt:
Sera thought about what she wanted to say. She had so much bundled up inside. There was so much Tyler didn’t know. No one knew. PTSD had so many different layers and degrees to it that it was a hard condition to figure out. Not one affected person acted or responded the same and while some knew what triggered their episodes, others weren’t so lucky. She wanted to count her blessings. Trains were an obvious prompt for her breakdowns and while she had once tried to avoid them, she was tired of running from her problems. Running wasn’t helping. Whether she eluded any sightings of them or not, the memories were still there. Somehow she still found her way back to that day beside the tracks in Afghanistan. The sad part was, the thought of a train had actually brought her comforting memories in the moments before the blast. But now all it was was a reminder of what had happened.

At times, the guilt was so incredibly unbearable she thought it might do her in. Not that she would ever consider the option. It was the physical weariness that wore on her. The mental exhaustion that kept her in fits. Every day, she got up feeling as if she were battling something—except she wasn’t sure what it was. She wondered if stress could really kill a person, if she’d just go to bed one night and not wake up. The idea was fearsome. Likely the reason she didn’t want to fall asleep.

It wasn’t the way she wanted to live. She didn’t want the rest of her life stalked with bad memories and sleepless nights. She wanted some normalcy again. To do the things she always dreamt about. The things Tyler had mentioned earlier that day: get married, have a family. A job wasn’t anything she’d really ever considered because her future had always revolved around Tyler’s career, but right now, she’d take that over wallowing in her own self-pity. She hadn’t given any of that much thought since returning from Afghanistan. Her focus had been on dealing with her disorder while trying to stay in the army, but when she couldn’t do that, she’d come back home, hoping to heal. But instead of rebuilding her life, the pain had been cut deeper when she had to face Tyler, the man she once believed she’d share all those dreams with.

Reviews:
Angie Just Read...The Romance Reviews http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=14526
Debut author Dena Rogers makes a spectacular entrance to the field of romance with this nicely paced emotional tale that's sole focus is on mending broken hearts and broken lives. In my humble opinion, one can't help but applaud the author's tackling of the subject of PTSD in a former female soldier, and I thought her handling of the subject was relevant, vividly moving, and very well done.

With regards to Sera, I found her attempts to repress her emotions, as a means of self-protection, to be utterly convincing and understandable, even though I found I didn't always like her when she engaged these defense mechanisms. Ms. Rogers nicely countered Sera's actions with the often understated actions of Tyler, whom she characterized with the compassionate ability to understand and sense Sera's needs in the face of his own troubled emotions. This balance of give and take in characterization truly enhanced the gradual changes in this couple's relationship and kept the plot moving with new revelations and just enough valid recriminations to keep Tyler and Sera's relationship grounded and real.

Despite the novella length of DRIVE ME SANE, this tale has lots of depth, adequate back story, and there are few psychological or emotional issues that are left untouched. Crafting such a compelling story in approximately one hundred pages is a feat that deserves recognition and surely designates Dena Rogers as a talented new author to watch.

Author Bio: 
Dena grew up in Central Texas, but has lived in the foothills of Kentucky, with her husband and two sons, long enough to consider it home. She enjoys taking road trips with her family and watching her husband race at one of the local dirt tracks. When she's not doing one of those things, you can find her with her nose in a book (and 2 or 3 in her purse). She loves writing small-town stories of happily ever after and has an affinity for all genres of music, but is partial to her southern roots.

Author Links:
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Twitter- @Demiro1029
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