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Monday, February 20, 2017

Blog Tour + #Giveaway: Third Chronicles of Illumination by C.A. Pack @CarolPack @yaboundtourspr



Third Chronicles of Illumination
by 
C.A. Pack
Genre: YA Paranormal/Fantasy
Release date: February 7th 2017
Artiqua Press

Summary from Goodreads:


In book eight of the Library of Illumination where books literally come to life, a silent "Oops!" hangs in the air. Teenagers Johanna Charette and Jackson Roth have allowed a sneaky shapeshifter to slip right through their fingers. The good news is: he’s now trapped between the layers of time and space with their Terrorian nemesis, Nero 51. The bad news is: the Terrorian still wants to control all the Libraries of Illumination, while the shapeshifter wants to dominate everything else, and they’re doing everything possible to break free of their constraints.

Who knows how long the Illumini system will remain safe? It’s taking a toll on Johanna and Jackson, who are smack in the center of everything as they struggle to protect the libraries’ legacy. Can you spell s-t-r-e-s-s? The pressure is driving a stake between the teens, and their mercurial romance could be over before it has truly begun.




Second Chronicles of Illumination on Goodreads


Guest Post:

If I could go back in time…


It’s difficult to pick a single point in history to visit when there are so many amazing people and events to choose from. In the Third Chronicles of Illumination, Johanna opens Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables, which is about a student uprising in early 19th century France, and she asks Inspector Javert to ‘guard the portals.’ In an earlier book, she and Jackson called on Albert Einstein for help to determine whether a strange blue orb that suddenly appeared in the library was a bomb. The teenage curators also have an ongoing relationship with Merlin the Magician. Sadly, though, the closest they ever got to Leonardo da Vinci was when Jackson opened one of da Vinci’s workbooks causing Vitruvian Man to rotate over the information desk.

So, if I could go back in time, I’d go back to the Renaissance in Florence and pick da Vinci’s brain. The guy was amazing. He wasn’t only an artist and sculptor; he was a researcher and an engineer. Think about it. The aforementioned sketch, Vitruvian Man, was drawn in the late 15th century, yet it’s popular today as a skin for cell phones and a cover for artsy journals.

I’m no da Vinci, but I can relate to all his notebooks because I also have a habit of keeping journals filled with my musings and sketches of things that pertain to my writing. I have floorplans for the Library of Illumination and mind maps of Merlin the Magician’s origins to help me establish my storylines. I’ve made sketches of bombs, and what the residents of other worlds might look like to help me with my books. So, I’d like to ask da Vinci what his tips and tricks were for keeping everything organized, since he kept such prolific notes.

He designed war machinery 400 years before similar models were actually made. He studied anatomy and musculature, probably to aid him in painting people with precision. A British art critic once said, da Vinci’s studies of the human body, if released during his lifetime, might have changed the “course of science.” Da Vinci could have published his work. Gutenberg’s printing press had already been invented, so a book by da Vinci could have been widely distributed, if he wanted it to be. But da Vinci’s studies weren’t published during his lifetime. The Codex Atlanticus—a collection of his work—wasn’t published until nearly a century later.

I think da Vinci lived in the moment, studying whatever captured his imagination on any given day. Maybe he had an immortality complex. He might have thought he had all the time in the world to release his work. Or perhaps he was a time traveler. Could he have visited the early 20th century, and brought the imagery of war machines and airplanes back to 15th century Italy? If only that were true, it’s a shame he didn’t also study motion picture cameras. I think the artist would have been an astounding filmmaker.

During my trip back to the Renaissance, I’d love for da Vinci to take me on a tour of Florence; maybe wangle us invitations to visit some of the Medici family palazzos, or even take me to see his "supposed” workshop at the Santissima Annunziata Monastery. I would probably pass on watching him actually dissect of a prison cadaver, though. I doubt I would find that appealing. On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind hanging out at the Piazza della Signoria while he draws sketches of various people’s noses. As a former art major, I would find that interesting. Maybe he would even allow me to watch him paint the Mona Lisa.

There might be a few setbacks in visiting the Renaissance period. I don’t know if I could get used to public toilets. Florence can be pretty hot in the summer and I would miss air conditioning. And how was da Vinci able to fire up his brain to come up with so many inventive ideas when there weren’t any Starbucks? It gives new meaning to the saying: “It’s a nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there.”

The Renaissance ushered in advancements of science and technology, art and literature, however, it would take another four centuries before anyone (or everyone) could tweet about its awesomeness.






About the Author
C. A. Pack is the author of the Library of Illumination series of YA paranormal fantasy novelettes, along with Chronicles: The Library of Illumination (2014), The Second Chronicles of Illumination (2015) and The Third Chronicles of Illumination (2017).


Pack also writes for a general audience. Her first novel, Code Name: Evangeline—is an historical spy thriller which takes place in the 1930's. The author followed it up with Evangeline's Ghost—a fantasy about the death of that same spy. She recently completed work on Evangeline's Ghost: Houdini, and is currently working on Evangeline's Ghost: The Bridge.



Pack is an award winning journalist from New York who worked as an anchor/reporter and educator (she considers herself the fairy-godmother of telvision news reporters)—and has written for WNBC, LI News Tonight and News 12 Long Island. She also worked on PBS documentaries, radio and television commercials and created and produced a pilot for a news show focusing solely on marriage and wedding trends.


She's a past president of the Press Club of Long Island and a proud member of International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. Pack has been a speaker or panelist for organizations such as Women in Communications, Fair Media Council, and the Society of Professional Journalists.

The author lives with her husband and two picky parrots “on” Long Island, New York.



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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Chameleon by Zoe Kalo @zoekalowriter @XpressoTours


Chameleon
Zoe Kalo
Publication date: February 2nd 2017
Genres: Gothic, Young Adult

An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…


17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.

When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out… Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?


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EXCERPT:

Madre Estela remained standing by the door. “Get a bucket and fill it with water.”

Her hypercritical eyes sliced through my self-worth as I grabbed one of the metal buckets, lifted it into the sink, and turned on the faucet. I watched, transfixed, as the water gushed like a torrent spurting from an open artery. The cold spray raised goosebumps on my arms.

Madre Estela snapped her fingers. “Move.”

As I hauled the bucket to the door, some of the water slushed over the edge and splattered to the floor.

“Add the detergent,” she said stiffly, irritated by my clumsiness.

I chose a green bottle, twisted the cap, and poured. The acrid pine smell stung my nostrils.

“Get a sponge and a brush from there. Get going. We don’t have all evening—unless you want to work in the dark.”

I gritted my teeth, but pretended not to be bothered. I suspected that the one thing that this nun couldn’t stand was indifference.

Outside, it was almost dusk. In spite of the intense screeching of the coquíes, the drum of the waterfall hit my ears. It was louder now than the last time I’d been here. How was that possible?

I felt a drop of rain. Great.

Madre Estela put one hand out, palm up. “My, my. What’s this?” She looked chagrined, and I suddenly realized why. If it rained, I would have to go inside, ruining her plans. “What are you standing there for? Start scrubbing.”

I was tempted to throw the bucket of greenish water at her face. Instead, I prayed for rain as I walked across the rose garden. Once at the gate, I glanced back at her.

“You’ll work until I come for you, understood?” she said, hands on hips in her usual stance. She pointed to one of the second-floor windows. “I’ll be watching from there.”

And that was it. She was gone.

For a moment I just stood there. If only my friends could see me now. They would never believe it.
I opened the gate and walked into the graveyard. The statue of Gabriel greeted me, its face fiercer in the dusk. The temperature must have been in the low seventies. I was glad I had my cardigan.

Suddenly, the garden lamp post lit up. I turned, startled. I wasn’t sure if it had automatically switched on or if someone, maybe Madre Estela, had done it from indoors. I glanced up at the second-floor window, expecting to find her face. I had the chilling sensation of being watched. There was nothing. The windows glowed with yellow light, a multitude of feral eyes keeping guard.

However, behind one of the ground-floor windows on the right, a figure appeared. Tall, blurred. Madre Superiora? I was sure that was her office. Yet, something about the shape of the head and the shoulders made me think of…Rubia. What was she doing in Madre Superiora’s office?

Just as abruptly as it’d appeared, the figure vanished from view.

The incident left me strangely unsettled.

Focus.

I splashed some of the water on one of the tombstones and got to work. The sound of hard bristles against stone blocked the hum of the waterfall. Almost.

Go away, damn it.

As I crouched to work on a second tombstone, doing my best not to get wet in the process, something shifted at the edge of my vision. I jumped to my feet, my heart thudding. Gabriel. Its wings had rippled with movement.

Dear God…what’s happening to me?

I rubbed my forehead and grimaced, my fingers shaking.

I felt another drop of rain. If it was going to rain, why didn’t it? The sky was playing with me, too. Mocking me.

I cursed the clouds and started scrubbing again.

I had another sensation of being watched and this time, yes, it was Madre Estela behind the window. I pretended I hadn’t seen her and tried to keep focused on the task at hand. The water had turned blackish with grime.

I don’t know how long I scrubbed. I lost track of time. But it was dark. My back and shoulders were sore and my hands stung from the harsh detergent.

Madre Estela was long gone from the window.

Half panting, I sat down on the edge of the tombstone and tossed the brush aside in disgust. I looked at the statue again, but it was motionless. I turned to the windows again, my eyes slowly moving from one to the other.

From one to the other.

Expecting to see the face. Wanting to see it.

Nothing.

Yet, that weird sensation of being watched, again.

My gaze shifted to the woods, to the exact place where the cemetery ended and the forest started. There was a path there. Narrow, obscured by the trees. For a long moment I sat, mesmerized. Then I stood up and began to approach it. The breeze picked up as I got closer, carrying with it the cool, slightly pungent smell of the waterfall.

I stopped at the very edge, the darkness enveloping me, the dampness seeping through my clothes.
The wind sighed, rustling the leaves and fluttering my hair.

Icy breath, on the back of my neck.

I’m in here… a voice whispered from the shadows.

I spun around in terror.

Then I hit something hard.

Author Bio: 
A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults. 
Sign up for her newsletter at www.ZoeKalo.com and get her exclusive short story “Irkalla.” 

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Cover Reveal: The Christmas Wedding Swap by Allyson Charles @1allysoncharles @SDSXXTours


THE CHRISTMAS WEDDING SWAP
by Allyson Charles

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pub Date: 10/10/2017

SOMETIMES YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED . . .

Allison Stuart has always been the odd-woman-out of her family. She wears her jeans a little too tight, colors her hair a little too blonde, and instead of going into medicine and law like her sisters, she runs a diner. She’s also the only single sibling left. And while she won’t change her style, and her meatloaf is to die for, thank you very much, she wouldn’t mind her share of wedded bliss. So she makes an early New Year’s resolution: No more meaningless flings.

Drop-dead sexy Luke Hamilton is everything Allison has sworn off. His only serious relationship has been with his five-star restaurant, Le Cygne Noir, in Chicago. When he’s threatened by a lawsuit, Luke decides to hide out in Pineville, Michigan, until the statute of limitations runs out. The small town is filled with Christmas charm, but he can’t imagine living there. Heating things up with the hottie who owns the local diner would make his exile bearable—if he can convince her to give up her ridiculous resolution . . .




Allyson Charles lives in Northern California. She’s the author of the “Pineville Romance” series, small-town, contemporary romances published by Lyrical Press. A former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?). One of Allyson’s greatest disappointments is living in a state that doesn’t have any Cracker Barrels in it.














Blog Tour + #Giveaway: Losing You by Gen Ryan @genryan15 @HotTreePromos


Author: Gen Ryan
Title: Losing You (Trade Me Collection)
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2017
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Artist: Soxsational Cover Art
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After a tragic accident, aspiring pro-surfer Brad Morris, leaves his hometown of California to try to forget his pain. Unable to swim or surf since his loss, he focuses on a new career as a car mechanic and restorer. After years of struggling, Brad finally agrees to get help and attempts to gain back the parts of himself he lost that day in the ocean.

Colton James gave his all to his partner, Ben, but his all wasn’t enough. Dumped after buying Ben’s dream home, he buries himself further in his career as a police officer. But when he meets Brad, all bets are off, and Colton begins to question what’s more important: a job, or the one you love?

Clouded by their pasts, will both men be able to see beyond those they lost in order to have a future together?

Hot Tree Publishing Exclusive M/M Romance Collection

Trade Me is a new genre-linked collection of 30,000 - 50,000 word novellas. With so many sexy trades to pant over, Trade Me stories offer heat, swoon-worthy men, and HEAs that will leave M/M romance lovers completely satisfied.


Never have I ever….
by Gen Ryan
        Read a m/m romance! Well not me because I write them and love ALL things romance. 
It can be challenging to think about venturing into another genre of romance, especially when you find one that you love. I was this person. A few years ago, I would only read paranormal (because you know vampires and shifters are awesome) and believe it or not, I would scoff at romance novels. I mean, didn’t all of them have Fabio on the cover with his ripped body and long blonde hair? Oh and there was insta-love and they all lived happily ever after. Well, I’ve always admitted when I was wrong and boy was I. 
I ventured into the romance world strictly by accident, stumbling upon the Indie world and falling in love, yes you guessed it, instantly! I quickly read and realized that romance comes in all different shapes and sizes with story lines that are so sweet they will give you a cavity or so heart retching that I found myself clinging to my husband for dear life like a damn spider monkey! 
With this new love for romance novels came my own story lines and the desire to embrace all things romance. Now, don’t get me wrong, my stories aren’t always sweet and not everyone gets their happily ever after but they are real.  This is why I write various genres within romance. I made this decision because I believe that regardless of your age, sexual orientation or waist size we all desire to be loved and cherished for who we are. I want to show readers that love can be found in the most unexpected places and that love can be for everyone.
So when considering whether to purchase Fix You or Losing You, which are both m/m novellas that I wrote, I ask that you do so with an open mind. Remember your love for romance and understand that love is no different for two men or two women for that matter. Love is simply a coveted feeling, a connection so strong that we feel it deep within our bones. So give them a try, and fall in love with Maxwell and Jason and Brad and Colton.




You can find Genevieve curled up reading paranormal romance and romantic thrillers, or frantically typing her stories on her laptop.

Psychology is her trade by day, teaching and molding the minds of college students. Her interest in psychology can be seen in her books, each including many psychological undertones. Although she loves teaching, her passion, her true love, lays in the stories that roam around her in head. Yes, they all come from her mind-the good, the bad, and the totally insane. 

She lives in Massachusetts-no not Boston-with her husband, daughter, and American Eskimo dog. With each story she shares, she hopes her love for writing and storytelling seeps through, encompassing the reader and leaving them wanting more.


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NBTM + #Giveaway: Behind Picket Fences by Hend Hegazi @GoddessFish



Behind Picket Fences
by Hend Hegazi
GENRE:    Fiction - contemporary


BLURB:

Behind Picket Fences exposes four families from behind their comfortable lifestyles and smiling faces. Sharing the same neighborhood, even spending time together, no family knows the truth about the difficulties the others face. 

On the outside, Sidra and Farris have the biggest house and the most expensive cars. What no one sees is their struggle to accept an unfulfilled dream. If they do not adapt to the blows of fate, their malcontent may give birth to deception.  

Mariam and Morgan’s modest home exudes the rich scent of family. With children playing in the yard, they seem picture perfect. But financial struggle is their continuous battle, and their only solution may produce an envy which is more destructive than hunger.

Summer and Porter enjoy youth and the freedom of self-employment. But discontentment and mental instability linger between them. If they are not able to bridge the gap, their search for happiness may have a fatal end.


May and Hasan enjoy peace and true happiness. Illness cares not, however, of letting them relish in their blessings. Only patience and time will prove if this unwelcome visitor is simply passing by, or if it will tear their world apart.

An honest portrayal of love and family, Behind Picket Fences opens our eyes to the difficult truths hidden behind each happy facade.


Excerpt:

At half past six she began to get worried, but told herself to give him fifteen more minutes. “His will be the next car around the turn,” she assured herself. But the passing of more than a few cars and fifteen minutes made her unable to wait any longer. She dialed his number once, with no answer. She hung up and dialed again immediately. The second time, there was an answer.

“Hello?” the woman’s voice said.

The words Summer had been ready to speak got lodged in her throat and she stood there, barely breathing.

“Hello?” the voice repeated, a little louder this time.

Summer’s hand began to shake and a moment later she let the phone drop from her weak fingers. Her breathing became labored and she raised her hand to her chest to soothe the jabbing, but the pain would not cease. Rather, it spread from her heart and ran all through her body. Her legs suddenly became too weak to hold her and she fell seated to the floor.

What a cruel way to tell me, Porter, she thought as the tears streamed down her face. So cruel.

The guilt in her told her she deserved it. She had deceived him in the worst way possible and broken his heart; why wouldn’t he seek comfort in the arms of someone else?

But then why had he agreed to dinner? Simply to get revenge? To make me feel the pain that I had put him through? Really? Why did I let myself get my hopes up? Why did I think he could forgive me? Why did I not expect him to turn to another woman? All the questions ran through her mind as her heavy breathing turned to sobs and she cradled herself, rocking back and forth. Porter had just shattered the last bit of hope she had been clinging to, and broken any remaining pieces of her heart.

The tears flowed for what felt like hours. When they finally stopped, she stood up feeling drained and jaded. Summer cleaned up the kitchen, her body unable to move at its usual pace. She threw the food directly into the garbage instead of putting it away in the fridge; she wanted no reminders of the evening she had expected to have. Carefully, she walked to her bedroom and stepped out of her dress and into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. Pulling her hair into a tight pony tail, she turned off all the lights in the house, and paused just outside the bathroom. The medicine cabinet seemed to whisper her name.




Interview with Hend Hegazi:

What inspired you to write Behind Picket Fences?

It seems to me that people have become less aware of the blessings in their lives, and more concerned with the luxuries of those around them. I wanted to show the reality that nobody lives an enviable life, no matter how perfect it appears to be. I began with that idea, and the struggles of each family (infidelity, infertility, mental illness, poor physical health, and financial troubles) came easily, because in real life, these are common hardships many people face.

When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I was in third grade when I knew I wanted to be a writer. I would write plays and ask the teacher if my friends and I could perform them in front of the class. Pretty embarrassing, actually, looking back on it. But I knew I loved to create stories.
I didn’t start taking my writing seriously until about 5 years ago, though. I was writing a short story, for my own pleasure and with no real intention of looking to get it published, when I had an epiphany (of sorts) that led me to expand the story into a novel. A couple of years later, when the novel kept refusing to write itself, I asked myself whether or not I was really a writer or just someone who dreamed about it. That self-confrontation was the push I needed to complete my first novel.

What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?

I don’t remember the exact age, but I’m sure I was in elementary school…maybe second or third grade.

What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

I have yet to meet a genre I don’t enjoy. I’ve enjoyed crime fiction, fantasy, the classics…everything. I’m always open to exploring new genres. With non-fiction, I steer toward parenting, although I’ve delved into some self-help as well. But if you’re asking what my favorite genre is, then it is definitely contemporary fiction; I like walking in the shoes of characters whose lives could have been my own.

What is your favorite book?

The Kite Runner. I read it about 12 or 13 years ago, and have yet to be as affected by a fictional story since then.

You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?

I have to say Khaled Hosseini. I’ve enjoyed each of his books. The language he uses captivates his readers, pulling them into the story. There are many great fiction writers out there, but I do think that Hosseini’s talent is on another level.

If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?

This is a wonderful question, but I have no finite answer. I yearn for a simpler time, a time where peace and goodness were more powerful than war, where people looked out for each other, regardless of nationality or religion, simply because that’s the proper thing to do. The truth is, while we can’t go back in history, we can affect the future. I just hope that the choices of today’s generations will refresh and build a better, more peaceful, more compassionate world for tomorrow.

When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?

Sometimes the words write themselves, and sometimes I stare at a blank page for hours before I can put down anything useable. The ease of it comes in waves, but the further along I get in the re-writing of a story (meaning once the first draft is finished), it tends to be much smoother. Perhaps this is because I have lived with the characters for longer by then, so I know them better. Or perhaps it is because having the ending in sight helps to keep my mind sharper. Perhaps it’s a bit of both.

Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?

My kids are dying to get a dog, but we live in an apartment: no adequate room for pets. Besides, my monkeys provide us with enough work, play, and love.

What is your “to die for”, favorite food/foods to eat?

Lobster, no question. Here in Egypt, we don’t have lobster, so when I visit my folks back in Massachusetts, I get in at least one lobster meal.

Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

The sooner you start calling yourself a writer, the sooner you’ll start taking your own writing seriously, the sooner you’ll find success. So own it. It doesn’t matter if you have yet to be published, it doesn’t matter how old or how young you are, whether or not you have a degree, and whether or not your degree has anything to do with writing. None of that matters. All that matters is that you write and continuously work to improve your writing.



AUTHOR BIO:

Hend Hegazi was born and raised in Southeastern Massachusetts. Despite her desire to pursue writing as a profession, she graduated from Smith College with a degree in biology and a minor in religion. Shortly thereafter, the winds of life and love blew her to Egypt where she has been living for the past 14 years. She is a full time mother of four as well as a freelance writer and editor. Some of her work has been featured in SISTERS Magazine. Her fiction and poetry focus on the human condition, often shedding light on the Muslim American experience. Hend strives to be God-conscious and aims to raise that awareness in her readers. As a common theme in her pieces, the intimate relationship between God-consciousness and love is often explored. Hend’s debut novel, Normal Calm, was published in January 2014.

You can read her poetry and blog posts on her website, www.hendhegazi.com, and follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorHendHegazi. For updates on giveaways and special offers, kindly opt-in to her free newsletter at this link http://eepurl.com/bZa7fH.

Both of her novels are available through most major book distributors, or click here to purchase through Amazon: Normal Calm, Behind Picket Fences.


Giveaway:

One copy of Normal Calm and a copy of Behind Picket Fences (U.S. and International)
 


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Book Tour + #Giveaway: Tapped By Liz Crowe @beerwencha2 @SDSXXTours


Tapped
The Brewing Passion Series #1
By Liz Crowe
Genre: NA Romance

When wealthy brewery owner Austin Fitzgerald meets sexy saleswoman Evelyn Benedict, angry sparks fly. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.
For Austin, it's a life-altering moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Evelyn must face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro-brewing world.
The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with brew master Ross, who opens their eyes to a deeper, even more erotic connection.
But three strong personalities don’t always make for the best emotional mix and when a simple misunderstanding causes chaos, it’s up to Ross to somehow repair the tattered shreds of their relationship.
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“Austin?” Her voice behind him made him stand and stretch, his cock already tingling in anticipation. “Where did you go? Jesus, what time is it? Get your ass back here.”

He grinned. “Think you can just boss me like that, woman?” He leaned on the door frame, drinking her in with his eyes. “Because you can’t.”

“I’m not bossing, dear. Just suggesting.” She let the sheet fall aside, revealing her completely naked body. His smile widened when she bent one knee and reached down to touch herself. “You know, only suggesting that you get your sweet self over here and help a girl out.”

He grinned, yanked off his shirt and shorts, and dove into the warm nest of sheets and Evelyn. The frustration at her most recent rejection was already forgotten in the amazing smell of her skin and the lovely sound of her moans as he did what she suggested, for an hour or two.

Later, when they lay tangled in damp sheets, catching their breath, their fingers clasped together between them, Evelyn sighed. “So, tell me something,” she said. Austin forced himself up to full consciousness as best he could.

“Hmm,” he said, turning to face her, taking in the flushed, well-fucked look on her face with more than a little self-satisfaction.

“How is it…I mean, with two, um, guys and a girl?”

Austin hesitated, then put her knuckles to his lips, buying himself some time.

She pulled her fingers free of his, sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself. One thing about his Evelyn, he mused, watching her. He would never accuse her of being indirect. About anything.

“Don’t baby me, Austin. I mean it. I want to know.”

“I have no doubt that you want to know, my love.” He propped himself on one elbow and ordered his thoughts.

“Don’t think about it, damn you. Just…tell me.” She swept her hair up off her neck, making his mouth water at the sight of her flushed skin. Making him want to grab her, hold her down, lick the sweat droplets and lose himself in her all over again. “Yo, earth to lover boy,” she demanded, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Spill it. What’s it like? I mean do you… Would you… Oh hell, never mind.” She turned and started to climb out of bed before he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Hang on a second. I don’t mind telling you. I guess I didn’t expect you to want to know. Most…women…aren’t that into it.”

She let him pull her back into the warm bed and curled into him so he was pressed up against her back, his lips on her bare, delicious shoulder. “Stop it,” she whispered. “Tell me what it’s like to have sex with a woman with another guy in on the act.”

He sighed and held onto her. “It’s…pretty amazing,” he admitted. “I mean, I can’t speak for the women I’ve… We’ve…well, you know what I mean.”  


Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance: Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.












Release Blitz + #Giveaway: Checkmate by Rose Sawyer @_RoseWrites @HotTreePromos


Title: Checkmate
Author: Rose Sawyer
Series: Stalemate, Part 2 of 2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 18, 2017
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Ellie Collins has always been good at hiding her emotions, but when they threaten to overwhelm her, she channels them into her work. After leaving behind the first person to capture her heart, Ellie’s heartbreak leaves her more motivated than ever before. She has one more job to take care of and nothing left to lose. 

Alex King is determined and stubborn. Unable to walk away from the woman who’s left him dazed, his life is about to get crazier than ever. Through the thick fog of deception, both Ellie and Alex have a decision to make that will change their lives forever. They can only hope that their choices are not taken from them before it’s too late. 

When the moves are made and the positions set, who will finally deliver checkmate?


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Book 1 now on sale for half price!

Stalemate
Part 1


Rose Sawyer currently lives on campus full time while working on her undergraduate degree in Biblical and Religious studies with an emphasis on Religion and Sociology in California, where she was born and raised. On weekends, she travels home to see her parents and the gaggle of cats, dogs, horses and other four-legged animals that she loves.

At 19, she has written seven romance novels, is currently writing two more and has another two in the process of being published. The majority of her novels can be found at Wattpad.com, where they are available to read for free.