Ink Calls to Ink–Book Tour by Juniper Grove Book Solutions

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Title:   Ink Calls to Ink
Author:   Nathan Crowder
Published:  July 23rd, 2015
Publisher:  Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Genre:  Urban Fantasy
Content Warning:   PG-13 Violence

Synopsis:  Franklin the Steadfast Soldier saw first hand what the cold indifference of modern London does to a Fictional Personae–a Fict. Refugees from their respective texts, scratching out a meager existence, the Ficts’ only comfort is the weekly Book Fair.
When a determined Knight of the Round Table hires him to find a missing king, Franklin starts to believe a better world could be possible. But the Knight works for the Host of Heaven, and Medea and Judas warn Franklin: One man’s heaven is not heaven for all. There is no place for misfits and villains in this new world order, their crimes are pre-ordained, written into the very fabric of their being.
To protect their city from a holy war, Franklin and his friends must stop the Once and Future King and an army of angels. Will they find the courage to write their own stories, or will they die slaves to their text and the ink in their blood?

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Excerpt from Ink Calls to Ink by Nathan Crowder:
“What brings you to the Book Fair, Franklin?”

The richly-accented voice snapped the Soldier’s head around. He recognized Judas immediately. While not adversaries by any means, they had engaged in their share of disagreements at the shelter. Franklin didn’t know what it was about the fallen acolyte that set his teeth on edge and, for his part, Judas seemed to delight in testing the Steadfast nature of Franklin’s title. The Soldier said nothing. His eyes narrowed in suspicion when he saw the young Juliet Capulet in the Scripture’s company. “Surely you have nothing to sell,” Judas continued, “and little money with which to buy.”

This last was said without a hint of judgement, and they both acknowledged it as a truth—both men existed largely on the charity of others, and the occasional coin earned from their very specific skills and reputations. “I have been retained by a woman who desired a degree of protection while stepping out this evening.” The soldier indicated the flap of the tent behind him with a tilt of his head. He hiked himself up straighter upon his crutch. “While it is true that I possess skills rarely sought, my courage and integrity bring peace of mind to those who need it.”

Moll chose this inopportune time to fold back the flap. “Only a moment more and you will escort me home before William even knows I was gone,” she said, her tone pitched as though she was addressing a disobedient dog. She retreated back within the tent, ignorant of the flush appearing at the base of Franklin’s neck.

“That is who hired you?” Juliet joined in, pointing towards the tent, with a disbelieving look. Judas offered up a sad smile. “Tell me, Franklin: how much does your integrity cost these days?”

Franklin clenched his jaw. “Even a Steadfast Soldier needs to eat, Judas. We were not all given thirty silver coins.”

Both men glared hard at each other as if willing the other to burst into flames. Juliet looked embarrassed to be seen with either Judas or Franklin, and peeled herself free from their company. The waifish teen made a bee-line for Medea, which didn’t surprise the Soldier in the slightest.

It was Judas who broke the silence first, his voice cold and flat—a sterile scalpel. “How I enjoy these talks, Franklin.”

“And I as well,” the Steadfast Soldier’s voice dripped. “Let us do this again sometime soon.”

Judas ambled in the direction Juliet had gone. He didn’t seem to be following her so much as already heading that way. Franklin waited where he stood, and it was only a few seconds later that Moll exited the tent with a bemused smile. “Good news, I take it?” he asked.

“Great news. Now, hurry me back to my home.”

Scarcely had they taken five steps when a bellowing voice cleared a path behind them. “Moll, you scurrilous wench! You’ll learn the price you pay for cheating ol’ Billy Sikes!”

The Soldier’s head dropped in realization. “And that would be William?” he sighed to his employer.

Moll’s smile as she glanced back over her shoulder at Franklin was all sugar and razorblades. “If you want the rest of your money, you had better make certain he doesn’t lay a finger upon me.”

By the time Franklin had spun around, there was a clear path from him to Bill Sikes. The well-known Dickens rowdy wasn’t particularly tall, but his arms were corded with muscle, and veins bulged in his neck. His face was red with rage as he closed the twenty feet between with an incomprehensible roar. There will be no reasoning with him, the Soldier realized, at least not at this point. Like it or not, Franklin had to fight this madman. He tightened his grip on the crutch in his right hand. Remember, the client paid for courage as well as integrity, he thought distantly as he limped into desperate combat.


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Nathan Crowder is a writer of long fantasy and short horror with a love of pop culture and working-class heroes. He currently lives in the Bohemian wilds of Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood where he blogs about writing, film, and fringe candy, and is known to haunt the local coffee houses, comic shop, dives, and karaoke stages. Nathan lives alone with his cat, Shiva, who is currently managing his career in exchange for fresh kibble.

He has appeared in several anthologies including That Ain’t Right: Historic Accounts of the Miskatonic Valley, Coins of Chaos, and Cthulhurotica.

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Perfect Contradiction by Peggy Martinez Book Tour JGBS

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Title: Perfect Contradiction
Series:  The Contradiction Series #2
Author:   Peggy Martinez
Published:   July 14th, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  NA Contemporary Romance
Content Warning:   Minor Violence, sexual references
Recommended Age:  17+

Synopsis:  Jennifer Collins is finally beginning to heal after losing her mother to cancer. It’s been a long road with scary turns, but her best friend Beth helped her through the darkest moments. But now Beth has gone and gotten herself hitched, and Jen can’t help but feel like she’s all alone once again.

When Hunter Wright comes strolling back into town after leaving her behind without so much as a see ya later when she needed him the most, Jen suddenly realizes she isn’t as over him as she thought she was. And perhaps she never would be.

But things are complicated now, and Jen has a secret that makes it impossible for her to throw caution to the wind and fall back into the arms of the man who broke her heart. 

Sometimes, a new beginning, a new life, and a new outlook can mean so much more than understanding and forgiveness. Sometimes it can mean putting faith in someone who has the ability to hurt you or the ability to make you whole. Jen knows more than anyone that love can be such a… Perfect Contradiction.

Excerpt from Perfect Contradiction by Peggy Martinez:
“Let me help you with that,” Hunter murmured near my ear. I stiffened as he tied my apron for me and stepped back. I turned slowly, my eyes traveling from the fine cut of his tuxedo up to find his eyes on me. He was soaking me in, for once not guarding his emotions as he devoured the sight of me standing there in my kitchen, barefoot with my momma’s old apron covering my pretty dress.
“What are you doing, Hunter?” I asked wearily. The shutters came down once again and he took another step back and loosened his stance into nonchalance. He shrugged.
“Just came to help you out. I’m not big on crowds.” I raised a brow. So, he wanted to help me in the kitchen. I could deal with that. I could pretend like nothing had ever happened between us, that we hadn’t spent the two most wonderful nights of my life in each other’s arms. I could pretend that I hadn’t suffered a broken heart because I’d thought we’d had something special between us. Yeah, I could do that. Absolutely.

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About the Author:

Peggy Martinez is a full time Author who has over a dozen published works, including the Time Warper Series, the State of Decay Trilogy, the Contradiction Series, the Reapers Grimm Series, her middle grade Super Zero Series, and various novellas and serials.

When not writing, Peggy can be found homeschooling her teen son and four daughters. You may also find her packaging hundreds of boxes for her monthly box subscription business she founded just for readers! (Lit-Cube) She could also be spotted reading, making soap, dabbling in aromatherapy, watching gangster movies, prepping for the zombie apocalypse, or downing insane amounts of Twizzlers and Kazoozles. Oh yeah… and day dreaming about owning a small homestead or taking a dream vacation to Greece, Scotland, & Ireland. She could totally be doing that.
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Minutes Before Sunset Book Blitz by JGBS

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Title:  Minutes Before Sunset
Series:  The Timely Death Trilogy #1
Author:   Shannon A. Thompson
Published:  July 28th, 2015  
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing
Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:  Violence, Adult Language
Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis:  Two destinies. One death.

“Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates.”

Eric Welborn isn’t completely human, but he isn’t the only shade in the small Midwest town of Hayworth. With one year left before his eighteenth birthday, Eric is destined to win a long-raging war for his kind. But then she happens. In the middle of the night, Eric meets a nameless shade, and she’s powerful—too powerful—and his beliefs are altered. The Dark has lied to him, and he’s determined to figure out exactly what lies were told, even if the secrets protect his survival.

Jessica Taylor moves to Hayworth, and her only goal is to find more information on her deceased biological family. Her adoptive parents agree to help on one condition: perfect grades. And Jessica is distraught when she’s assigned as Eric’s class partner. He won’t help, let alone talk to her, but she’s determined to change him—even if it means revealing everything he’s striven to hide.

Excerpt from Minutes Before Sunset by Shannon A. Thompson:
“You look mad,” he said, quieter this time.
I wouldn’t look at him. “I am.”
“Because I don’t get you,” I admitted. “I have no idea why you’re acting this way, and it makes me feel like I don’t know you.”
“I didn’t realize you wanted to know me,” he said, and I turned around, momentarily meeting his eyes. They were dark, shadowed by an expression I hadn’t seen before.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked, feeling heat crawl over my neck. “We’ve already spent a lot of time together.”
“For a project that’s completed, Jessica,” he said, and he shook his head, driving silently through my neighborhood. I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. Soon, we were at the end of my driveway. Eric shoved the gears into park, and I reached for the door, but he locked it.
“Why are you so interested in my life?” he asked, and my heart pounded. I didn’t say anything. His eyes met mine, filled with an intensity that made me shudder. “It’s not that great.”
“I know,” I managed. My voice was shaking.
            His face reddened. “But you ask questions.”
            “And you answer them.”
            His mouth opened, but then it snapped shut. He sighed, turned away, and grabbed the steering wheel as if he were driving again. We remained parked. “I’m Eric James Welborn,” he stated, his voice wavering into an awkwardness I’d never heard with his normally confident and cocky attitude.
            James? His middle name felt personal—like he had opened up a side of himself he’d forgotten about. But I didn’t feel intrusive. I felt comforted, like I already knew the answer before he’d spoken it. But I hadn’t.
            “Your name doesn’t tell me who you are,” I said, surprised by my fluidity.
            He barely smiled. “Maybe I like it that way.”
            “I don’t.”

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About the Author:
Shannon A. Thompson is a twenty-three-year-old author, avid reader, and habitual chatterbox. She was merely sixteen when she was first published, and a lot has happened since then. Thompson’s work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies, and her first installment of The Timely Death Trilogy became Goodreads’ Book of the Month. As a novelist, poet, and blogger, Thompson spends her free time writing and sharing ideas with her black cat named after her favorite actor, Humphrey Bogart. Between writing and befriending cats, she graduated from the University of Kansas with a bachelor’s degree in English, and she travels whenever the road calls her.

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Milayna’s Angel Book Tour& Interview with Michelle K. Pickett, JGBS

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Milaynas Angel

Title: Milayna’s Angel

Series: The Milayna Series, Book 2

Author: Michelle K. Pickett

Published: July 7th, 2015

Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing

Genre: YAm Paranormal Romance

Content Warning: Adult language and violence

Age Recommendation: 16+


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Now that the battle with Hell’s angel, Azazel, has ended, you’d think eighteen-year-old Milayna’s life would take a turn for the better. After all, what could be worse than having the angel of Hell trying to steal your soul? Plenty. Abaddon, the demon of destruction, is angry that Azazel failed to convert Milayna before her demi-angel powers matured. Now she’s untouchable… or so she thinks. It seems even in Hell, there are loopholes.

Not only is her life in danger, but her love life is crumbling, too. Just when Milayna and fellow demi-angel Chay get comfortable on their little cloud of bliss, Xavier comes to town. He’s one angel that’s as hot as the very embers of Hell, and he has his sights set on Milayna.

Now she has the demon of destruction out to kill her, Xavier out to steal her heart, and she still has to take final exams before she can graduate high school.

Sometimes life sucks, even if you are half angel.

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~ About the Author ~


Michelle K Pickett

Michelle is the bestselling author of the young adult novel “PODs.” She was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, but now lives in a sleepy suburb outside Houston with her extremely supportive husband, three school-aged children, a 125 pound “lap dog,” and a very snooty cat.

Red Bull or Monster Khaos are her coffee of choice, and she can’t write without peanut butter M&Ms and a hoodie. A hopeful romantic; she loves a swoon-worthy ending that will give her butterflies for days. She writes across genres in the young adult and new adult age groups. She loves to hear from her readers.

Michelle signed her new young adult contemporary novel— Unspeakable, with Clean Teen Publishing in 2014.

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Michelle is joining us today to talk about her writing and her new novel!

1) Describe your relationship with a good book.

I have a love/hate relationship with my favorite books. I love them because they are just, so awesome. But, at the same time, I hate them, for two reasons. First, they ruin me for other books. I judge all the books I read against my favorites. And second, I hate them because they sit on my books shelf (or Kindle) and call to me. I usually read my top five books once a year, or so. So not only do I judge books based against my favorites… my favorites take up my time, leaving me a small window to read other things.

Now, if you asked my kids to answer this question, they would have told you I’m nutso about books. Which, they’re probably right on some level. I do have rules: Don’t bend the corners of a page… use a bookmark, Don’t bend the spine… it breaks it… don’t just toss a book aside… put it in the bookcase so it doesn’t get dirty or have a glass of Kool-Aid dumped on it… and so it goes.

2) When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of

I’ve always written, even as a child. But I never finished anything (with the exception of the story I wrote about Fred Flintstone when I was six or seven). I really started getting serious about my writing in College. I completed my first novel in 2010. It is titled “Concilium” and is an adult urban fantasy. It was published in 2011 by MuseItUp Publishing. I’m pretty proud of that.

3) Please describe your work ethic as an author.

You know, I’ve answered this question, then erased my answer, wrote another, and then erased that one. I could tell you about what hours I keep, my time-management, how I outline, and so on. And maybe that’s what this question is meant to ask. But when I read it, I immediately thought of one thing: It doesn’t matter how I work, or where. What matters is I use my own ideas, my own words, and my own moral compass.

4) How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

I am so incredibly blessed to have a family that not only supports my writing, but will help alleviate day to day chores to free up my time to write. I’m a stay at home mom/writer. Which translates into I’m a mom who writes whenever I can find a second. But my kids are old enough to be (mostly) self-sufficient. I just need to be around to make sure they don’t glue each other to the toilet seats or draw a mustache on someone’s face while they sleep.

So my mom/work duties are fairly balanced. But, at the end of the day, writing is always second to my family. I try not to work after four pm. My kids are getting home from school then, we have homework to do, friends will be over, dinner needs to be cooked, and all the other fun stuff that comes with a household with four kids. But sometimes work runs into family duties, and my family always steps up and helps. Like tonight, my daughter cooked dinner so I could finish up something I was working on (and she didn’t want what I was planning to cook—ha-ha).

5) Why did you write this book?

I wanted to write an angel story, and I wanted her to have some sort of physic ability. I also wanted to write a book that featured a strong heroine. Milayna isn’t perfect. In fact, when she found out what she was and what her job entailed, she had a bit of a bratty spell. But I think this made her real. I mean, she’d just had her whole world turned upside down, most adults would be cranky about that. But, if fit in the third criteria I had for this book, a character that has real feelings. She didn’t wake up with her new powers and just shrug, unconcerned. No, Milayna got a tad upset.

So, I wanted to write an angel, who had physic abilities, and a strong heroine that shows real feelings. And so, Milayna was born.

6) What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

Honestly, I do better when I don’t write from experience. LOL! My life is so incredibly boring. There’s no way I could get enough good information to even begin to write a book. Occasionally my kids will do or say something that will spark an idea, or end up in a book, but mostly I write solely from my overly active imagination.

7) What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

I hope I’m still writing, and it’d be awesome if people actually wanted to read what I write. I try not to think into the future when it comes to my job. It’s an industry that changes over night. So I try to do the best job I can—in the now. Anything that happens in my future as an author is golden. But, I wouldn’t mind landing on the USA Today or NYT bestsellers list.

In my life, if you were to take away the “author” variable, you’d only find family left. In five years, our son will be nineteen, our twins fifteen, and our oldest twenty-nine (OH MY GOSH!), and Larry and I will have been married thirty-two years. I can’t even wrap my mind around that. I feel old just reading it! LOL! If we are all happy, healthy, and loved… my life will be perfect.

8) Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

I’m just as comfortable with a group of live people as I am with my group of fictional characters.

Thank you for hosting me today! I enjoyed being here!



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He smiled and leaned back. Putting the car into drive, he pulled slowly out of the parking lot. “You wanna get a milkshake?”

“You have to ask?”

His lips twitched. “I guess not.”

Chay’s uncle owned a small ice cream shop in town. According to Chay, he had the best milkshakes in South Bay. According to Uncle Stewart, he had the best milkshakes in the entire state of Michigan. I agreed with them both.

“Hey, you two! The usual?” Uncle asked when we walked into the small shop, the bells jingling above us.

“Yes, please.” I hopped on a stool at the counter.

“Two chocolate milkshakes, extra whipped cream, and three cherries… because I love ya,” Uncle said with a wink.

“We love you, too, Uncle Stewart.” I smiled. He was a nice man and happened to be angel. According to him, we were all family—angels and demi-angels. I guess we were.

The chimes tinkled over the door when two women walked in. When I made eye contact with one woman, a tall, willowy redhead, an image of her face flashed behind my eyes, followed by piercing screams. The sound of screaming and the sight of her pale face disappeared as soon as we lost eye contact.

“That’s new,” I mumbled.

“What?” Chay’s voice startled me, and I flinched. I hadn’t realized I’d said anything out loud.

“Um, not sure yet.” I got up and walked behind the counter. Uncle was just walking to the front from the storage area in the back of the store. “Can I do it?”

“Wait on them? Sure, but why?” Uncle looked at the women over my shoulder. “They friends of yours?”

“No… I just… I’m not sure really. I can’t explain it.”

“Darlin’, there isn’t much in our lives that can be explained. Go on before they change their minds and go to Dairy Queen instead.”

I laughed and walked to the women waiting to order. Chay caught my eye, raising a brow in question. I shrugged. I had no idea what I was doing. I just had the urge to wait on the women. I was betting it had something to do with the mini-vision I had when they walked in. Once a vision started, it took on a life of its own. There was very little I, or any other demi-angel, could do to fight it. When we were meant to step in, we had the overpowering urge to do so. It was almost as if our actions weren’t our own any longer. We were at the mercy of our visions.

The pretty redhead looked up, and I stumbled backward. Her face, mangled and distorted, like I was seeing her through a broken circus mirror, flashed over and over again in my mind. The images of her grotesquely misshapen face bounced through my vision, keeping time with the unending screams that filled my ears.

The screech of a chair against the tile floor drew her attention, and she broke eye contact with me to look over her shoulder.

I saw Chay walk toward the back of the shop. He pushed through the swinging door and rounded the corner to stand beside me. “I’ll take care of this. Why don’t you help Uncle? I heard him call you.”

“Oh, sure, thanks.” I smiled at the ladies, searching out the redhead’s green eyes. As soon as our gazes met, the image of her face sprang to life in my brain, her head whipping side to side violently. Her mouth opened and closed, but this time, no sound came. The vision was silent, just a jumble of disjointed images.

Taking a big step backward, I turned away. I sagged with my back to the wall as soon as I rounded the corner.


I jumped at the sound of Uncle’s voice. “Yes.”


“The redhead.” I peeked around the corner.

“What about?”

“I can’t tell yet.”

Nodding, he stood beside me. “Yeah, that’s frustrating, not being able to force the vision to give us the info we need.” He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Can’t force it though.”

There was nothing I could do but wait for it to finish telling me what I needed to know to do my job—protect the human.

I listened as Chay took their orders. One ordered a vanilla cone.

How boring. A whole ice cream shop full of sweet treats and she picks vanilla? Wait, focus, that’s not important now. The vision. What is it telling me?

The second lady, her voice soft and melodious, ordered a sundae. It was the redheaded woman. As soon as she started speaking, the vision smashed through my consciousness.

Her face shook violently from side to side to up and down. The screaming was back. It wasn’t the redheaded woman screaming, though.

It was the woman with her that screamed. The redhead’s face, misshapen and pale, whipped around, her hair flowing wildly around her head. Then it stopped. The screaming quieted, and the movement of the grossly misshapen head stilled. For a brief second, I thought the vision was over… until I saw her lying on the gleaming tile floor of the ice cream shop. Her face was deathly pale, her hair and lips stark red against her unnaturally white skin. But it wasn’t hair. I struggled to see. It was as though I was looking down at her from the ceiling, but the floor sank farther and farther from me every second that ticked by. I was running out of time.

“Would you like cherries on your sundae?” I heard Chay ask.

Cherries! It’s not hair; it’s long, intertwining lines of cherries surrounding her!

I grabbed a hand towel and turned the corner. “I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning over the toppings station, the hand towel covering the full bin of cherries. “We’re out of cherries.”

“I thought I saw some?” the woman said.

“Oh, you must have seen these.” I picked the bin of strawberries up and angled it toward her. “We ran out of cherries yesterday.” I lowered my voice. “I was supposed to get more but it completely slipped my mind. Please don’t tell my boss. I really need this job,” I whispered.

She smiled. “You know, you’re right, it was the strawberries I saw. No cherries for me, thank you. I’ll have extra strawberries, though.” She winked at me.

The next vision was one of her sitting at a table by the front window of the shop, eating her sundae topped with extra strawberries and talking with her friend. Slowly, it dissolved from view.

Keeping the towel over the bin of cherries, I lifted it and carried it to the back of the shop. I set it down on the metal prep table that ran the length of the room, the metal bin clanging against the tabletop. One hand on either side of the bin of cherries, my arms stretched out in front of me, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

“Laid it on a little thick there, don’t cha think? ‘Please don’t tell my boss or he might fire me,’” Uncle mimicked in a high-pitched voice.

I smiled, not opening my eyes. “I had to make sure she didn’t fuss over the disappearing cherries. And I don’t sound like that.” I laughed.

“Tsk, you did good, Milayna.” He patted my shoulder.

“What was with the cherries?” Chay murmured close to my ear, his breath moving my hair and tickling my neck.

“She would have choked on them,” I told him.

“You okay?” Chay pulled me into his arms.

“I’m good. Remind me to order strawberries from now on, though.”

I jumped at Uncle’s roar of laughter. His round belly jiggled in time with his chortles, making him look like Santa Claus. If Santa were an angel. He wasn’t.


That night, the hobgoblins returned. They stared at me through the kitchen window while I loaded dishes into the dishwasher. When I finished, I wiped my hands on a dishcloth and walked outside.

“What?” I snapped.

“He’s here.” Friendly’s usual bubbly behavior was subdued.

“Who’s here?”

“The one who will kill you,” Scarface said with a deformed smile.


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Spinner–Book Tour and Interview–JGBS

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Title:  Spinner

Author:  Michael J Bowler
Published:  August 5th, 2015
Genre:  YA Paranormal Horror
Content Warning:  Mild profanity and language of a sexual nature
Recommended Age:  14+

Fifteen-year-old Alex is a “spinner.” His friends are “dummies.” Two clandestine groups of humans want his power. And an ancient evil is stalking him. If people weren’t being murdered, Alex might laugh at how his life turned into a horror movie overnight.
In a wheelchair since birth, his freakish ability has gotten him kicked out of ten foster homes since the age of four. Now saddled with a sadistic housemother who uses his spinning to heal the kids she physically abuses, Alex and his misfit group of learning disabled classmates are the only ones who can solve the mystery of his birth before more people meet a gruesome end.
They need to find out who murdered their beloved teacher, and why the hot young substitute acts like she’s flirting with them. Then there’s the mysterious medallion that seems to have unleashed something malevolent, and an ancient prophecy suggesting Alex has the power to destroy humanity.
The boys break into homes, dig up graves, elude kidnappers, fight for their lives against feral cats, and ultimately confront an evil as old as humankind. Friendships are tested, secrets uncovered, love spoken, and destiny revealed.
The kid who’s always been a loner will finally learn the value of friends, family, and loyalty.
If he survives…

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Michael J. Bowler is an award-winning author of eight novels––A Boy and His Dragon, A Matter of Time (Silver Medalist from Reader’s Favorite), and The Knight Cycle, comprised of five books: Children of the Knight (Gold Award Winner in the Wishing Shelf Book Awards), Running Through A Dark Place, There Is No Fear, And The Children Shall Lead, Once Upon A Time In America, and Spinner.
His horror screenplay, “Healer,” was a Semi-Finalist, and his urban fantasy script, “Like A Hero,” was a Finalist in the Shriekfest Film Festival and Screenplay Competition.
He grew up in San Rafael, California, and majored in English and Theatre at Santa Clara University. He went on to earn a master’s in film production from Loyola Marymount University, a teaching credential in English from LMU, and another master’s in Special Education from Cal State University Dominguez Hills.
He partnered with two friends as producer, writer, and/or director on several ultra-low-budget horror films, including “Fatal Images,” “Club Dead,” and “Things II,” the reviews of which are much more fun than the actual movies.
He taught high school in Hawthorne, California for twenty-five years, both in general education and to students with learning disabilities, in subjects ranging from English and Strength Training to Algebra, Biology, and Yearbook.
He has also been a volunteer Big Brother to eight different boys with the Catholic Big Brothers Big Sisters program and a thirty-year volunteer within the juvenile justice system in Los Angeles.
He has been honored as Probation Volunteer of the Year, YMCA Volunteer of the Year, California Big Brother of the Year, and 2000 National Big Brother of the Year. The “National” honor allowed him and three of his Little Brothers to visit the White House and meet the president in the Oval Office.
He is currently working on a sequel to Spinner.
His goal as a YA author is for teens to experience empowerment and hope; to see themselves in his diverse characters; to read about kids who face real-life challenges; and to see how kids like them can remain decent people in an indecent world.

Today Micheal is stopping by for a chat about his writing and his new novel, Spinner
Describe your relationship with a good book.

My relationship with a good book comes from the characters. If there are characters I can relate to, who resonate with me, who experience real human emotions and face real moral dilemmas I can relate to, I am enthralled. If a book is all plot over character, I can enjoy reading it, but like a fluff movie it’s forgotten the moment I close it.

When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?

I always wrote stories growing up, even in grammar school. I think in the fourth or fifth grade I wrote a story called “Tarzan and the Flood” about how Tarzan lured a bunch of poachers into an area surrounded by huge rock formations and then used his famous vocal call to draw all the animals away. Then somebody (can’t recall who) detonated dynamite and sealed the entrance, trapping the poachers. After that they flooded the enclosed area to drown all the bad guys. It was almost an early horror story. LOL I got lots of praise for my imagination. As you can probably tell, I was always in love with nature.

Please describe your work ethic as an author.

I usually begin at eight every weekday morning and write pretty much full time, until maybe four in the afternoon. I take stretch breaks, eat lunch, but mainly write. I keep this pace pretty consistently until I have a finished first draft. Then I do pretty much the same while revising, rewriting, and editing.

How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

When I was teaching full time, the job always came first. I had little time for writing except during summers, and even then I was super busy. That’s why it took me twenty years to get my first book out. LOL Once I took early retirement for several reasons from full-time teaching, I wrote six books in two years. I still am involved with lots of volunteer work and do some tutoring, but for now I have time to write and, more importantly, rewrite.

Why did you write this book?

I’ve always loved the horror genre, even as a child. My parents thought there was something wrong with me for loving scary movies. I didn’t understand until much later in life that my love of these films and characters fed the sense of isolation I felt from everyone around me. I was a shy kid, yes. But more than that, I was born with a hearing loss that impaired my ability to understand with clarity what people around me were saying. There were no hearing aids at the time that could help me, and no one in the family or at school had hearing loss like me. Even my grandmother could hear better than me when she was ninety years old! So I was very much in a world of my own, a true outsider that no one around me could fully understand.

Horror films are otherworldly, about people outside the “normal” spectrum, often shy loners like me who didn’t fit in. I felt immense empathy for The Creature from the Black Lagoon, uprooted from his home, brought to a strange place, and put on display for people to gawk at. Frankenstein’s monster, especially as portrayed by Boris Karloff in the first three films, was incredibly sympathetic. He was misunderstood by everyone. All he wanted was love and acceptance (like all of us.) His ugliness frightened people so they rejected him. Those films inspired me to read the original book, and through that story I felt an even greater kinship with the monster. I wasn’t physically ugly like him, no, but I was “weird” in the eyes of my peers. I would give strange answers to questions, or respond oddly to a statement, or react incongruously to something another child did simply because I couldn’t hear correctly. But because I wore no hearing aids and the disability was invisible, even I would forget it was there and think I was just stupid or dumb for how I responded or acted in a given situation. I struggled in every group activity because the noise and chattering from other kids made it much harder for me to understand them clearly. And team sports? Let’s not even go there!

So horror was, for me, an escape into a world where even weird people have a place and a purpose in life. Horror films helped me manage my own fear when I’d be confronted with something new and scary. In Spinner, I attempted to create this kind of horror tale, one that will engage all the emotions, not just fear. The teen characters are like me, outsiders with disabilities who don’t fit the “norm.” But they accept very quickly that something dangerous and otherworldly is happening to them and they use the skills they do have to solve the mystery and save lives. Spinner has lots of traditional horror “scare scenes,” but it also features action, excitement, sadness, the power of friendship and family, and the overriding need for all of us to find our place in the world. Horror helped one lonely boy find his way through life. Maybe, with Spinner, that boy can pay it forward to someone else.

What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

Almost everything I’ve experienced can find its way into my books. My characters tend to be offshoots of people I’ve known, even fleetingly. My experiences as a teacher, a volunteer, an activist for children’s rights, my vacations as a child, my favorite things to do as akid growing up, my hearing loss, relationship with my parents, my… well, you get the idea. There’s nothing I’ve experienced I’d be afraid to explore in a book.

What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

I hope to get my books out to a wider audience than they are now because I believe the themes, the characters, the situations and issues I explore will resonate with teens if they are made aware of my books. On the personal side, I expect to be a foster or adoptive parent within the next year or two.

Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

I once got lost in the Amazonian jungle for three days before I found my way back to civilization. That was crazy!


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So Shall I Reap–Book Tour, Interview, & Giveaway–JGBS

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Title:  So Shall I Reap
Series:  The Unseen Series
Author:  Kathy-Lynn Cross
Published:  June 30th, 2015  
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing
Genre:  YA Paranormal
Content Warning:  Violence and adult language

Synopsis:  There is no protection from the Unseen.

Las Vegas, Nevada can’t contain Alexcia Crystalline Stasis, who is living the ideal teenager’s dream as the school’s elite socialite. That is, until a fatal car accident changes everything. Now Alexcia’s emotions are on the verge of combusting. As if mourning the loss of her boyfriend isn’t enough, she is also dealing with extreme night terrors that leave her wondering if she just might need to be fitted for a straightjacket.

Tevin isn’t your normal daemon. He’s the leader of his clan, and he also happens to be a very active Grim Reaper. He never wanted to be charged with babysitting the one girl who can sway Creation’s Balance. Tevin has known and kept Alexcia safe most of her life. Now that he has to become even more personally involved in her protection, Tevin finds himself having a hard time separating his sworn duty and pure curiosity. What does make Alexcia tick?

Will Tevin be able to keep Alexcia safe from the Unseen? And will Alexcia’s emotions eventually help Tevin attempt to understand what being human is all about? Or will the entities and assassins’ of the Unseen get what they want … her dead.

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Excerpt from So Shall I Reap by Kathy-Lynn Cross:
Flames and darkness served as a reminder of the future we faced. Resting both forearms around my middle and feeling defeated, I shuddered. Filling in my view with his unreadable stare, he then glanced away briefly and whispered, “I wonder if a soulless creature is worthy to be bound by a heart, tied to a soul? Yet, as you stand there looking at me, I continue seeing the eyes of the child I once knew. Do you still want to offer me your soul?”

Without hesitation, sorrow for him exploded inside my chest. Thin lines of ink trailed down his cheeks, and I reached up to caress this face while pulling him closer for a chance to kiss his lips. Even for a moment, to give him a taste of my soul.

How did I know him?

I hadn’t grasped the words he spoke, let alone the feelings I had for him. Without conscious control over my voice, it answered him for me, “I can only choose what is right and pure. This is my only function. My heart is all the power I can give you right now.” I was unsure what I meant, but he smiled at me. The creatures formed a tighter circle around us and their wings appeared to be dripping hot silver acid that melted into what looked like cloaks made of the same black mist rising from the ground. Without notice, I found myself wrapped within two massive wings.

His wings sizzled as he pulled me into his icy embrace, leaning in to whisper against the inner part of my ear, “They say love knows no bounds. Death only has one boundary, and you cross over it when your heart stops. But written on the Unseen scrolls, it states this one emotion will last even after the breath ceases.”

With his trail of words still lingering against the inside curvature of my ear, my composure disappeared. The blankets were wrapped tight around me like a cocoon. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it had snowed in the room overnight. Shadows were thick and barricaded the bedroom and closet doors. No escape from the nightly terrors. Rubbing the grit from each lash, I unwrapped from the cocoon of covers, followed by flopping one leg at a time to the floor. My mind was clouded in the thick fog making it difficult to push off the bed. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been so weak and chilled from sweating. An overwhelming need washed over me to open the drapes and cleanse the bedroom from the unknown with the glow from the streetlights. His presence remained in the room with me. Turning slowly from the window, it felt as if I were wearing lead shoes. Pushing their weight toward the mirror, I was horrified at the face gaping back at me. I leaned closer to try and comprehend what the glass was telling me. Two small, dried streams of red gleamed on my cheeks. I was frozen in a nonexistent moment of time. My breath caught as I gasped… and woke up.
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About the Author:

Born in Pomona, California, Kathy-Lynn Cross lived there for twelve years until her family moved to Las Vegas, Nevada—where she resides still to this day. Inspired by the backdrop of Sin City, Kathy-Lynn took her English professor’s advice and wrote about the hometown that she knew.

Kathy-Lynn wasn’t always a writer. In 2008, when her niece was hospitalized, Kathy-Lynn decided to do something special for her so she wrote a short tale for her to read. After devouring it in a single day, her niece and the nurses in the pediatrics wing quickly asked her, “What’s next?”

That was when a new chapter in her life opened up, and Kathy-Lynn realized that she wanted to become a Storyweaver.

Kathy-Lynn loves the color red and obsessively uses it in everything, including her bottle-blonde hair accented by red highlights. She has a knack for baking and cake decorating—that is, when her fingers are not busy writing mayhem. When recharging, you could find her curled up with a cup of coffee and a good book or spending time with her hubby of nineteen years, two kids, four cats, and the family dog.

Kathy-Lynn has stopped by today to talk to us about her writing and her new novel!

 Describe your relationship with a good book.

A story with character(s) and plot(s) that I can’t stop thinking about, and it leaves me with a book hangover the next morning. Then for weeks I’ll go on a verbal binge, telling everyone about it because I can’t say good bye to the characters.

When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?

In 2008, when my niece was hospitalized, I decided to do something special for her so I wrote a short tale for her to read. After devouring it in a single day, my niece and the nurses in the pediatrics wing quickly asked, “What’s next?” I was elated that my niece and the nurses wanted more. That’s when I realized I wanted to become a Storyweaver.

 Please describe your work ethic as an author.

I’m fortunate that I don’t have a 9 to 5 time frame. Some days, I may put in ten to eleven hours, and others, sad to say, maybe silent without one key click. When I have a story running through my head, nothing can unglue me from my chair. But when the voices are quiet, and my mind has hit the dreaded white wall, it’s my brain telling me we need a break.

How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

Time is my nemesis and is hard for me to juggle around. During the day, my characters have my attention while my husband sleeps and the kids are at school. But the voices don’t always agree with the time frame. It is hard but my family supports me and they understand when I say, “deadline” and I’m not talking about the reapers time frame. We do try to plan “family time” in advance, so I have an idea when to put my imagination on hold.

Why did you write this book?

So Shall I Reap is not my first story. I started with a story about the Merfolk and their struggles under the sea. My mother-in-law used to edit it, and then once corrected, I would read the story to my mom. Our family lost both of them six months apart. I couldn’t return to the story without thinking about death and if given the chance to change it… would I? Then I thought if you could trick a reaper (Tevin) into saving someone (Alexcia) what would the outcome be? Now I can’t get Tevin and Alexcia to stop talking; therefore, the story is written in both points of view.

What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

Write what you know. Best advice my College English Professor said in his beginning opening statement to the class. I add the fictional characters and playground to what I know, and it works for me.

What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

As an author, I hope to have the Unseen Series finished and working on new worlds to visit for the next brain vacation. As a wife, going on 25 years of marriage and still going strong. As for me, staying out of Tevin’s crosshairs and riding the waves of creation.

 Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

I have to make a correction. I’m a Storyweaver, not a teller. I come from a long line of “Storyweavers” in my family. Starting-I’m sure-far before my great-great-grandmother, on my father’s side. As a family, we would come together, and listen to my great-great-grandparents, great-grandparents, grandparents, even aunts and uncles tell family stories during the holidays. In short, I come from a very-very long line of “talkers.”

Thanks for having me on today’s blog. Scythe ya later.

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The Forlorned–Book Blitz and Giveaway by JGBS

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Title:  The Forlorned
Author:   Angela J. Townsend
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Violence
Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis:  When Tom Doherty first laid eyes on the lighthouse he knew it was damned.

An advertisement lured him to the island, offering a job renovating the old lighthouse and ramshackle buildings. What he didn’t know was that he was the only applicant. None of the locals wanted the job – no one dared.

Isolated and alone, Tom soon discovers why. Messages from disembodied voices; ghostly visitations and escalating horrors draw Tom deeper into the island’s evil past—a darkness that forces Tom to unbury the truth and bring demons of his own into the light.
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Excerpt from The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend:
The trap stood in the entryway of the kitchen, smeared with a thick glob of Peanut Butter. Tom sat in the living room and waited for it to spring. He’d take the rat to the opposite side of the island and release it. At midnight, he gave up and climbed into the chair by the fire. The tightness in his body relaxed and sleep overtook him.
Tom was awakened by his shivering only an hour after dozing off. He peered outside his frosted window. There must be a cold front moving in.
He added more wood to the fire and shivered under the quilt. The temperature continued to drop. He could see his own breath come in puffs of steam with every exhale. Exhausted and still shivering, Tom finally dozed again.
Deep asleep in the middle of the night Tom struggled, fought to move, but couldn’t. His eyes refused to open.
A sinister presence loomed over him, trapping him under like a heavy fish net, constricting his every movement, only inches from his face. Icy breath pelted his forehead.
Tom’s eyes snapped open. His chest seized with panic. He was no longer in the chair. He struggled to hold himself upright. Cold, fog-laden night burned his lungs with each gasping breath. His bare feet froze onto cold, wet wood. The crash of thunder and flash of lightning took turns adding to the torment of the night.
As if waking up from a bad dream, Tom stood on the deck of a strange ship. The massive vessel leaned forward and back, driving hard through the waves. Wailing winds and icy sleet tore at her ravaged sails, creating an eerie flapping noise. Tom’s heart pounded. Muffled voices of men shouted over the storm.
A shot rang past his head.
He struggled to wake himself from the nightmare but couldn’t.
Somewhere in the dark a man yelled, “Hold tight!” The sea rose and a wave washed over the ship.
Wrenched off his feet, he landed hard on the deck. He slid to the opposite side of the ship and grasped the edge of a rail just in time to avoid being washed overboard. A hot flash of pain seared in his back.
Tom rolled over and saw the men loading grape and canister shot into cannons lined up along the deck. Scrambling to his feet, he bolted to a man busy loading another round into one of the large guns.
“Who are you?” Tom shouted.
The man looked directly at him but didn’t seem to hear. Angry at being ignored, Tom shouted again, “What’s going on?”
The man looked past him.
Tom ran to the other side of the ship to avoid the salt-stiff rigging as it crashed to the deck. He realized the crew couldn’t see him.
A flash of lightning struck near the rear of the ship and he saw the pursuer, a massive frigate. Her great prow sliced through boiling black waters. An English flag boldly whipped back and forth atop her mast. Daggers of ice hung from her gun ports.
Someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench it away, but the hand held fast. He looked into the eyes of a young mast-hand.
“What ship is this? Where am I?” Tom yelled.
Lightning struck again, and the young man turned into a bloated corpse. The flesh fell away from his raw bones. A grape shot wound appeared in his forehead.
“It was hell, Tom. Don’t forget us. Come find us, Tom. Come find us.” 


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About the Author:

Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.

Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

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The Dark Lady Series: Book Tour and Giveaway by JGBS

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Title: The Dark Lady
Series:  The Dark Lady Series #1
Author:   R.J. Hore
Published:  February 6th, 2012
Publisher:  Champagne Book Group
Genre:  Fantasy
Content Warning:  Minor violence
Recommended Age:  12+
Synopsis:  Young Princess Nefasti wakes to discover her father, the King, poisoned and her mother near death. As she is the sole heiress to the ancient high kingdom of Vadio, the king’s three brothers begin to plot and quarrel over who will become Regent and control the kingdom until she comes of age, or dies. Their solution is to marry her off. If this trio were not enough of a problem, the greedy surrounding kingdoms all want to gobble Vadio up, and their ambassadors scurry through the castle plotting and scheming.
Princess Nefasti has two main goals: to survive, and to discover who is responsible for the death of her parents.
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Title: Dark Days

Series:  The Dark Lady Series #2
Author:   R.J. Hore
Synopsis:  Young Queen Nefasti’s hold on her throne is tenuous. Her powerful neighbor to the west has declared war, and her other neighbors want something in return for their offered aid, such as her hand in marriage and her kingdom. Assassins lurk in the shadows while handsome suitors try to bribe her with gold and jewels. Her best friend and protector is leaving and one of her favorite ladies-in-waiting is threatening to commit suicide. Could anything else go wrong?
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Title: Dark Knights

Series:  The Dark Lady Series #3
Author:   R.J. Hore
Synopsis:  It has happened at last. Queen Nefasti’s friends are deserting her on all sides, treachery threatens from inside her own castle, and an invasion led by an old and angry acquaintance is knocking at the very gates to the Kingdom of Vadio. Dark Magic has stirred up things best left alone. Nefasti has been given a final choice, marry The Lord High Protector’s son, or suffer dire consequences. All of this threatens to ruin her 16th birthday celebrations, and probably end her life.
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 Ron can be found sailing on Lake Winnipeg when he not writing novels or critiquing for an on-line magazine. He won a national short story contest for a ghostly love story but his preference is for longer works. Writing as R.J.Hore his medieval-style fantasy novels include the completed Dark Lady Trilogy, and The Queen’s Pawn, which may also turn into a trilogy. Knights Bridge is a novella in the same style, but a bit darker. Ron also writes a series of novella-length fantasy detective tales, six published so far. These are available in print collections: the Housetrap Chronicles Volume 1 and 2. All his novels and novellas are available as ebooks with most of the novel-length now in print as well.
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Pema’s Storm–Book Tour, Interview, & Giveaway–Juniper Grove Nights

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Series:  Rowan
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Authors:   Brenda Trim and Tami Julka
Published:  April
17th, 2015
Genre:   Paranormal
Content Warning:   Sexual

Recommended Age:  18+

Synopsis:  Pema Rowan is the first born of the mysterious and powerful triplets whom prophesy has declared would unite in power and change the face of the Tehrex Realm forever, yet Pema and her sisters have eschewed their role in the world of magic in order to run their business. Pema’s life is turned upside-down when the blessings of Fated Mates returns to the realm. It is further complicated when a mysterious and gorgeous ursine shifter, Ronan, enters her life. Pema doesn’t want to be attracted to Ronan, especially since he once belonged to her archenemy. Pema faces danger left and right as she struggles with what her body wants and her mind refuses. As the High Priestess, Cele, seeks to garner the power of the triplets, Pema must choose between the safety of those she loves, or giving into her darkest desires.

Ronan Blackwell has come to Seattle with the female who has helped him find peace and solace after centuries of living with grief and isolation. When she ends their relationship, he is determined to win her back, only to have everything he has ever believed in challenged by the sexy little witch, Pema. As his emotions force him to choose between the only love he has ever known, and a passion that promises to tear him apart, he discovers that not everything is as it seems. Will the animal inside him win and show Pema the true meaning of life on the wild side, or will he be torn apart by the mysterious forces set against them?

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Excerpt from Pema’s Storm by Brenda Trim and Tami Julka:
Pema nodded her agreement as she ran the duster over the shelf and candles. “That’s the problem with prophecies. They are vague, confusing—” She stopped talking when the tinkling of the wind chimes above the front door signaled they had a customer.
A cool breeze blew through the
room, chilling the air. She twisted around to see the most stunning male walk through the door. He was easily six feet tall and had thick, brown hair that fell in soft curls around his ruggedly handsome face. He had a strong, square jaw that she immediately imagined running her tongue over. His warm, brown eyes invited her to share her secrets, and suddenly it wasn’t so chilly anymore.
Her gaze traveled over him and
she noticed that his jeans were tight in all the right places, and she could easily make out his firmly muscled legs. He took her breath away and she desperately wanted him.

Her sex tightened with need, and arousal flooded her panties as she was overcome with an uncontrollable lust for this stranger and couldn’t focus on anything but getting him into the office for a quick tryst. She became light-headed when a feathering sensation in her chest set her heart racing. She wondered what was wrong with her. She was no blushing virgin, but she had never responded like this when looking at a male.
Reaching up to wipe the sweat
from her brow, she lost her hold on the ladder. As she felt air rush past her, she never once thought to utter a spell. She blamed it on the fact that her brain malfunctioned from hormone overload. Rather than landing in an ungainly heap on the floor, she was caught by big, strong arms and an electrical current raced across her skin the moment they touched. She wanted to climb to the top of the ladder to have this male catch her again. Then again, that would mean him putting her down and she had no desire for that to happen.
“Are you okay?” His voice was
gruff, and she loved it. The sound sent liquid heat spreading from her abdomen to her core and had her melting into his body.
As much as she didn’t want to, she needed to put space between them or she was going to lose control. She pushed against his broad shoulders for him to let her go. She didn’t fight it too hard when he refused to release her. “I’m okay. Nice catch, by the way. I’m not usually caught off-guard like that.”
She should tell him to let her
go. Her lips parted to say the words, but they were trapped in her throat. She breathed in his earthy, pine scent and a new flood of heat traveled through her. She needed to gather her senses, and added more force to her shove until he finally set her down. Her body slid down the hard length of him and she took a couple steps back before acting on impulse to rub against him like a cat in heat.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you one of the Rowan sisters?” he asked, holding out his hand. Did he crave contact with her as much as she did him? It seemed like an eternity to Pema since he had touched her, and she would die if he didn’t touch her again. Okaaay, she was losing her mind and she needed to stop this behavior.
Her brain and hormones weren’t on speaking terms, and she eagerly grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “Yes, I’m Pema and this is my sister, Suvi,” she
nodded her head in the direction of her sister, keeping hold of his hand. “And you are?”
“My name is Ronan Blackwell,” the hunk said, keeping intense gaze into her eyes.
“How can we help you, Ronan?”
Suvi asked, awakening Pema from her daydreams of ravishing his body. Realizing how odd it must seem to be holding onto his hand, she pulled from his firm grip and immediately felt a loss. She turned around to face the counter, needing to break eye contact with him.



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About the Authors:
Neither Brenda nor Tami grew up writing stories or dreaming of one day being authors but that changed when they shared a joint dream of creating a world to bring to life the stories of a group of dangerously handsome supernaturals.
Brenda is a Southern California girl who grew up in chaos, having ten siblings. Her mother is a brave, courageous woman who gave birth to a small village of children and has successfully battled advanced stage breast cancer for almost
two years.  Her parents did something right and taught Brenda how to persevere and accomplish whatever she set her mind to.  Whether that was completing her bachelors and Masters degrees, or writing books, she is always up for a challenge.
Brenda survived the brutal murder of her first husband, John DeCaprio, at the hands of the children he was counseling to go on and help children in similar situations.  Brenda remarried years later and now lives with her husband and
their three fun-loving, energetic children.  She loves running, reading, cooking, and Monster Energy drinks.  And, Tami’s margaritas!
Tami is a southern girl, born and raised in Georgia. She is married and has two boys, so needless to say, she is surrounded by testosterone. We are trying to bottle Tami’s strength and positive outlook on life.  It has helped her
beat breast cancer and she is a proud three-year survivor. She loves reading paranormal romances, running at the lake near her home, watching college football (Go Dawgs!!!), and is always in search of the next best margarita.
Their life journeys led them both to Texas and one another.  They fast became best friends and can always be found together.  Whether it’s lounging by the pool or writing steamy love scenes, they are frequently seen pissing
themselves from laughter.  It’s embarrassing, really.  But that’s ok,
life is good!
 What are your 10 favorite things to do during a storm?

  1. Snuggle up by a fire with a favorite book.
  2. Watch the lightning.
  3. Get busy between the sheets.
  4. Listen to the sound of thunder.
  5. Cuddle up with the one you love.
  6. Watch our children dance in the rain.
  7. Make up stories about what God is fighting what God in the heavens.
  8. Watch a chick flick.
  9. Make our favorite soup and brownies.
  10. Sleep.
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SEAL the Deal–Book Blast and Giveaway–Juniper Grove Nights

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Title:  SEAL the Deal
Series:  Alpha SEALs #1
Author:   Makenna Jameison
Published:  July 14th, 2015
Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Content Warning:  Explicit sexual material
Recommended Age:  18+
Synopsis:  She needs his protection almost as much as she needs his heart…

Rebecca Mayes has already endured more than her fair share of tragedy. After her husband was killed in a horrific car crash, she’d do anything to shield herself from more heartache. A highly sought after attorney, Rebecca’s success in the courtroom has not come without costs. The disgruntled ex-husband of a client is seeking revenge on the one he blames for his troubles—and his sights are set on Rebecca. While she remains blissfully unaware, he’s stalking her, and getting closer every day.

Navy SEAL Patrick “Ice” Foster vowed to never be in a relationship again after watching his ex-wife slowly die of cancer. That type of anguish was more than he could handle in one lifetime, and there’s no way anyone can change his mind.

Despite their determination never to fall in love again, Rebecca and Patrick can’t deny the connection between them. But when danger lurks around every corner, she knows there’s only one man she can trust to protect both her and her daughter. But who will protect her from a broken heart?
SEAL the Deal, a stand-alone novel, is book one in the new series, Alpha SEALs.

Excerpt from SEAL the Deal by Makenna Jameison:


“And what keeps you up at night?” he asked huskily, watching her blush again at the sexual undertones of his question.“Work,” she finally replied, recovering, as she met his blue gaze.

He grinned at her, trying to put her more at ease. “You’re too easy to tease,” he finally admitted. It wasn’t like him to want to put anyone at ease, but something about this woman had him feeling possessive and protective at the same time. Not to mention incredibly, uncomfortably, aroused.

“It’s not nice to tease people,” Abby said innocently, and Rebecca and Patrick both burst into laughter.

“You’re not having any ice cream either,” Rebecca pointed out.

He shrugged, not really caring to explain that he was on a strict training regimen. “So Rebecca,” he said, enjoying the way the sound of her name felt on his lips, “do you and Abby frequent the playground often?”

“Yes!” Abby shouted.

Rebecca smiled at her daughter and looked back to him. “It’s pretty much our Sunday afternoon tradition when the weather is good.”

He considered that, wanting to see her again without knowing entirely why. “Maybe Logan and I will see you here next weekend?”

“I’d like that.”

He stared at her a moment longer then he should have and then stood. “Come on, buddy, let’s get going.” Logan jumped to his feet, and Patrick rested his hand on his son’s shoulder before meeting Rebecca’s eyes. “Stay safe,” he said, before turning to leave. He could feel her eyes watching him as they walked out the front door, and it took absolutely all of his strength not to look back.

About the Author:
Makenna Jameison is the author of eight books. She loves to write stories with hot alpha males, steamy romance, and happily-ever-afters. An avid reader and writer her entire life, she published her first book in December 2012 and hasn’t looked back. Makenna enjoys reading, writing, coffee, the beach, and traveling to new places. She lives in Washington DC with her husband and daughter.

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