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Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Blog Tour + #Giveaway: Summer of Irreverence - The Rock Star by Cathrine Goldstein @CathrineGold @yaboundtourspr
Genre: Adult Romance
The Wild Rose Press
Summary from Goodreads:
Straight-laced,
veterinary surgeon, Summer Wynters is ready to break the rules. And who better
to break them with than the most irreverent of all men, mega rock star Malcolm
Angel? With one last summer free from work obligations, Summer moves to New
York City, and at the coaxing of her friend, pretends to be a model so she can
spend one wild night with Malcolm.
Rock star, Malcolm Angel, tortured by a dark past, may be the poet laureate of romance, but he, like science-minded Summer, has never believed in romantic love. How could he? With his history, he doesn’t deserve to be loved.
When Summer’s honesty, kindness, and exuberance for life changes his perspective, the two discover they are in deeper than either dreamed possible. But when Malcolm discovers Summer’s been perpetuating a lie, will he forgive her? Even if forgiveness is possible, can a man immune to love teach someone else to believe in it?
Rock star, Malcolm Angel, tortured by a dark past, may be the poet laureate of romance, but he, like science-minded Summer, has never believed in romantic love. How could he? With his history, he doesn’t deserve to be loved.
When Summer’s honesty, kindness, and exuberance for life changes his perspective, the two discover they are in deeper than either dreamed possible. But when Malcolm discovers Summer’s been perpetuating a lie, will he forgive her? Even if forgiveness is possible, can a man immune to love teach someone else to believe in it?
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Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of
them come to you as you write?
My main characters develop at about
the same time. Although I’m pretty much a pantser—I do create a rough sketch of
what’s going to happen. The secondary characters come to me as I write, as they
are there to serve the story and the main characters.
In Summer of Irreverence—The Rock Star, I had the idea of a female
veterinary surgeon, intelligent, beautiful on the inside as well as the out,
and the world’s most famous rock star who finds salvation with her. I built the story from there!
If you’d like to visit my Pinterest page: https://www.pinterest.com/cathrinegoldste/ you can see the visual inspiration for the
characters and story of Summer of
Irreverence—The Rock Star!
About the Author
I am a bestselling author, and a NYC girl at
heart. I write “gritty romance,” in the genres of YA, NA; women’s fiction; and
romance. I’m also the author of The Letting and The
Coupling, books 1 and 2 of The Letting series. I began my career as an
award-winning playwright, and I am a proud member of RWA, PAN. I have my BA in
English and my MA in Theatre.
I am a fan of Luna Bars, decaf coffee, yoga,
Hemingway, and Bukowski—and the loves of my life are my husband and my two young
girls.
To find out more about me; Summer of
Irreverence, the first book in The New York Artists Series—standalone
novels about strong, artistic men, and the smart, unexpected women they fall
for; The Letting series; and what’s coming soon, please visit:www.CathrineGoldstein.com
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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Lurking in the Shadows Edited by Jaidis Shaw @JaidisShaw
Title: Lurking in the Shadows
Edited by: Jaidis Shaw
Published: June 28th, 2016
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Genre: Short Story, Horror, Paranormal, Fantasy
Synopsis:
Embrace the darkness.
Murderous entities, haunted houses, screaming banshees, and sympathetic necromancers are just a few of the chilling things you’ll encounter in this anthology. Follow our authors into the shadows … if you dare.
Stories featured in this anthology include the following:
“Release” by E.M. Fitch
“On Two Lane Roads” by Shelly Schulz
“Too Young to Kill” by Lily Luchesi
“An Empty Building” by Jacqueline E. Smith
“Living Nightmare” by Savannah Rohleder
“The House on Juniper Lane” by Jaidis Shaw
“Dorcha Scath” by Liz Butcher
“Scream for the Night” by Gina A. Watson
“Bump in the Night, Inc” by Melody Black
“Revenant” by Stacey Jaine McIntosh
“Lizzie” by Tania Hagan
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Teaser Tuesday: The Burning City by Megan Morgan @morgan_romance @RABTBookTours
Urban Fantasy
Date Published: July 5, 2016
Book #3 of the Siren Song series:
When the smoke clears, who will be left standing?
Tattoo artist June Coffin has another, more hidden talent: she’s a Siren who can influence people with the sound of her voice. But in the wake of a murder and shake-up at the Institute of Supernatural Research, her own powers are starting to kill her. The only chance she has of saving herself—as well as her kidnapped brother and best friend—is to become a vampire. But joining the ranks of the vengeful vamp, Occam Reed, is the last thing June wants to do.
Occam isn’t the only danger June needs to worry about. Power hungry telepath Robbie Beecher will stop at nothing to gain control over Chicago. He’ll destroy anyone who gets in his way—and June’s lover, Sam, is high on the hit list since his bid for Mayor. With the city and June’s heart being pulled in different directions, it’s only a matter of time before the powder keg explodes…and time isn’t something June has much of left. With a city on fire, can she rise from its ashes?
EXCERPT
Like a bored, despondent child, she dragged around the house, on the verge of throwing a tantrum because there was nothing to do. She walked out on the front porch. Night had fallen, the stars out. She trudged down the long set of stairs from the porch to the driveway. Dipity plunked down the steps after her.
“Don’t run away,” June told the cat as they reached the bottom. “I’m not digging through the bushes to find you. You’ll be sleeping outside tonight.”
June sat down on the bottom step. Dipity walked around the yard, sniffing things. Lightning bugs flickered in the darkness, little yellow pulses of light. The driveway was packed with cars.
She picked at her fingernails, trying to shake the looming sense of awkwardness hanging over her, the loneliness of being an outsider, of being that left-out kid she once was. She’d vowed she would never be that girl again, yet here she was.
A nearby sound startled her. She jerked her head up.
What she’d heard was strange and alarming—the sound of leaves rustling and a weird, heavy thump.
Dipity shot back over to the stairs and stopped next to June, tail in the air, staring across the yard.
June got to her feet. She squinted into the shadows under the line of trees across the yard. The trees weren’t too far away, maybe fifty feet, but it was so dark now she couldn’t make out anything.
“Hello?” she called. Maybe one of the guards was patrolling the grounds.
Silence.
She was tired of being spooked, of hearing bizarre sounds and not knowing their source. She crossed the yard toward the trees, the grass prickling her bare feet. Dipity sprinted back up the stairs to the porch.
“Hello?” she called again. “Is someone there?”
As she drew closer to the trees, the shadows lessened in density, and she could make out something—a shape—lying on the ground. She slowed, holding her breath. She didn’t want to be attacked by a nervous possum or sprayed by a skunk.
However, the shape was much too big to be an animal. In fact, it looked like a person.
She stopped, about ten feet away, standing beneath the overhanging branches. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t seeing clearly.
“Hello?” She considered using her power. “Hey, can you hear me?”
The shape didn’t move. It couldn’t be a person. What the hell would a person be doing lying underneath the trees in Sam’s yard?
Unless he wasn’t alive.
Then came the unmistakable soft swish of someone walking through the grass behind her. Before she could turn around, someone whispered close to her ear.
“For you, darling. Come home soon.”
She spun around, a scream catching in her throat.
No one was there.
“Occam!”
About the Author
Megan Morgan is an award winning urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and erotica author from Cleveland, Ohio. RWA member, bartender by day, and purveyor of things that go bump in the night, she’s trying to turn writing into her day job so she can be on the other side of the bar for a change. Hailing from the often-wintry shores of Lake Erie, she lives with an attention-seeking cat and her adult son, both of which shed too much.
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Murder at the Mansion
by Janet
Finsilver
GENRE: Cozy
Mystery
BLURB:
Fortunes, fineries,
and foul play . . .
It’s whale-watching
season in Redwood Cove, and B&B manager Kelly Jackson’s battening down the
hatches for the tourist rush at Redwood Heights—a Victorian-style estate owned
by her boss. And due to recent jewelry thefts, her duties include keeping track
of the many dust-covered artifacts spread throughout the property. But when
Kelly finds Sylvia Porter’s lifeless body, menial tasks don’t seem so terrible.
Enlisting the help of
a ragtag group of brainy retirees, aka the “Silver Sentinels,” Kelly’s on the
hunt for clues hidden behind the mansion’s glamorous façade and for a killer
who may want to make history of her next!
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EXCERPT:
“Welcome, everyone. My name is Lily
Wilson, and I’ll be leading the tour today. If you have questions, please don’t
hesitate to ask them. There’s a sign-in sheet on the check-in counter. We’ll be
starting at one o’clock, which is in five minutes.” She turned in my direction
and said, “I’d like to introduce the manager of one of Resorts International
properties, Kelly Jackson. She’s in charge of Redwood Cove Bed-and-Breakfast.”
The members of the group smiled an
acknowledgment. A short man in a denim shirt and khaki pants raised his hand.
Lily smiled at him and asked, “Is there something you’d like to know?”
He pointed to the entrance to the
parlor. “What is that shield above the doorway?”
“Redwood Heights was built by Reginald
Brandon. That’s the family coat of arms,” Lily said. “There is an official
Brandon crest on file. However, Mr. Brandon wanted to design his own to reflect
life in the West. On his shield he chose to put the silhouettes of two rearing
stallions, symbols of strength. Rifles instead of swords crossed over the top
of them—the weapons of that era. Tall redwood trees filled in the area behind
them and were the source of his wealth. You can see his motto for loyalty and
honor on the banner.”
I enjoyed her explanation. It added
another dimension to an object that had just been an interesting piece.
A tall woman with a long brown braid
down her back pointed to a picture. “Is this Mr. and Mrs. Brandon?”
“Yes, that picture is of the
Brandons,” Lily replied. “The woman in the picture is the second Mrs. Brandon.
As with many wealthy families and historic estates, there are questionable
stories in their past. Redwood Heights is no different.”
“How so?” asked the woman.
“We don’t have any pictures of the
first Mrs. Brandon. She was the belle of glittering New York high society who
found herself in remote Redwood Cove. She disappeared not long after arriving.
Some say she ran off with a lover. Rumors cropped up that she took a sizeable
amount of Brandon’s money, changed her name, and left to enjoy San Francisco’s
growing attractions.”
The cadence of Lily’s voice took the
story beyond a runaway wife. Her tilted head and arched eyebrow led you down a
path of mystery and intrigue. The visitors moved a little closer.
Lily leaned toward them and
whispered, “Some say she never left at all.” Her words lingered in the dead
silence.
Everyone was still—frozen in that
past time. Goose bumps popped up on my arms. Someone coughed, and the spell was
broken.
“After a time, Brandon married
again. They had no children and, alas, the house went to a distant cousin.”
I’d been mesmerized by the tale.
Snapping out of it, I looked around. Sylvia still wasn’t there.
“The tour will meet in the parlor.
Restrooms are down the hallway to your right,” Lily instructed the group.
I walked up the carpeted stairs to
the second floor, running my hand over the smooth oak railing. It had taken
hundreds of polishings to develop the fine patina and rich glow.
Sylvia’s room was the first door at
the top of the staircase. I knocked quietly. When there was no response, I
knocked harder. She must really be a sound sleeper. I tried the door, but it
was locked. I rushed downstairs, retrieved her room key, and glanced at my
watch. If Sylvia hurried, she’d still have time to make the start of the tour.
Arriving back at her door, I knocked again.
“Mrs. Porter, it’s Kelly. The tour
is starting in a couple of minutes.” I got no response, so I unlocked the door
and peeked in. Sylvia was sitting in front of her dressing table, her back to
me.
I opened the door a little farther.
“Mrs. Porter?” I stepped inside the room. In the filtered light from the
curtained windows, Sylvia’s image reflected in the mirror. Her eyes were
closed, and her head rested on her shoulder. She must have dozed off before
making it into bed for a nap.
My attention was drawn to a brooch
on the left side of Sylvia’s blouse as I approached her. I hadn’t noticed it
before. It was a lovely piece—a large egg-shaped pearl surrounded by a burst of
red.
I touched Sylvia’s shoulder. No
response.
“Mrs. Porter?” I gently shook her.
Sylvia’s head rolled forward and
hung down. Her dangling hair covered the side of her face.
I gasped, and my heart began to
pound. I looked more closely at her. The burst of red wasn’t part of a pin—it
was blood.
AUTHOR BIO:
Janet Finsilver and her husband live in the San Francisco Bay Area.
She loves animals and has two dogs—Kylie, a Rhodesian ridgeback, and Ellie, a
boxer/coonhound mix. Janet enjoys horseback riding, snow skiing, and cooking.
She is currently working on her next Redwood Cove mystery.
Tea Cups and Carnage
by Lynn
Cahoon
GENRE: Cozy
Mystery
BLURB:
The quaint coastal town of South Cove,
California, is all abuzz about the opening of a new specialty shop, Tea Hee.
But as Coffee, Books, and More owner Jill Gardner is about to find out, there's
nothing cozy about murder . . .
Shop owner Kathi Corbin says she came to South
Cove to get away from her estranged family. But is she telling the truth? And
did a sinister someone from her past follow her to South Cove? When a woman
claiming to be Kathi's sister starts making waves and a dead body is found in a
local motel, Jill must step in to clear Kathi's name--without getting herself
in hot water.
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EXCERPT:
Limping home, I saw Greg’s truck parked at City Hall. I went in
through the side door that took me to the police station. Amy kept going,
heading home to shower before returning to her job as city hall receptionist.
Greg stood by Esmeralda’s desk and raised his eyebrows when he saw
me. “Rough workout? I’m glad I was too busy to go today.”
“Oh, you’ll get yours. Don’t think demon trainer didn’t notice you
were gone.”
“Okay. So why are you here?” He pushed a curl back out of my face.
“Too far to walk home after the workout?”
“You’re just mean, you know that right?” I sank into the couch. It
did feel amazing just to veg for a second or two. Okay, so Greg could have been
right about my real motives for the impromptu visit. “Actually, I wanted to
know about your call-out last night. I’m assuming this was a murder and not an
old guy dying in his sleep.”
“And you deduced that from?” He watched me closely.
Shrugging, I sank deeper into the cushions. No wonder Greg didn’t
mind sleeping in his office every so often. The couch was amazing. “No one
blabbed, if you’re thinking of blaming Toby. You didn’t call, and you’re still
wearing last night’s clothes.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. I guess I’m more transparent than I
thought. We don’t know much about the murder, except the guy checked in a few days
ago under a false name. Of course, the motel doesn’t ask for any verification
or even a credit card. Cash only out there.”
“So he’s not a local.” For some reason, this made me feel better.
Sure, it was sad someone had died, but people died all the time. I just didn’t
want it to be one of my friends.
“Not that I can tell. But I think it’s the biker who’s been racing
up and down Main Street. He fits the description.” Greg shrugged and grinned.
“And, there’s a bike parked outside his room. Yep, I’m a trained investigator,
I notice these things.”
“Big guy?” I thought about how the elderly woman had almost been
smashed by the rider just a few days ago.
“Nope. He’s tall, maybe six feet, but if he weighs more than a
hundred fifty soaking wet I’ll buy you dinner.” Greg groaned as he stood and
walked across the room to his desk. He pulled me to standing. “I hate it when
you do that.”
“Do what?” Now that I was upright, my stomach growled reminding me
I hadn’t eaten all day. I dug into my tote and pulled out a protein bar.
“Trick me into telling you more than I should.” He pointed to the
door. “Out of here. I’ve got work to do.”
I took a bite of my protein bar as I walked out. Pausing at the
door, I turned back to look at him. He was already typing into some document.
“I take it I won’t see you for dinner?”
“Not tonight. But I’ll be over on Sunday at the latest.” He
paused. “Are you working the festival that day?”
“Just the morning shift. We’re closing the main store and only
running the food truck that day.” I adjusted the strap on my tote, feeling the
weight on my screaming shoulder blade. I walked out of the office and wondered
how bad the murder had been. Just because it was a stranger that lay in the
morgue, didn’t mean someone from South Cove hadn’t been involved or known the
guy.
Or why else would he have been here?
Or why else would he have been here?
AUTHOR BIO:
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author
Lynn Cahoon is an Idaho expat. She grew up living the small town life she now
loves to write about. Currently, she’s living with her husband and two fur
babies in a small historic town on the banks of the Mississippi river where her
imagination tends to wander. Guidebook to Murder, Book 1 of the Tourist Trap
series, won the 2015 Reader’s Crown award for Mystery Fiction.
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VBT + #Giveaway: The Purse by Julie A. Burns @jadegally48 @GoddessFish
The Purse
by Julie
A. Burns
GENRE: Mystery
Thriller
BLURB:
When Lydia Blackwell visits her dying father for the last time, he reveals the deeply hidden truth about her mother. After the funeral, the stranger Derek Meade gifts her with a gorgeous antique purse. But before she has the chance to connect with the man who knew her father intimately, Lydia finds Derek murdered in his home.
Lieutenant Sonja MacIntosh is assigned to investigate Mr. Meade’s death, but her career on the force never prepared her for Lydia Blackwell. As Sonja works to solve the murder, Lydia takes the greatest risk of her life in leaving Chicago to search for clues to her mother’s past. Their instant attraction surprises them both, but even through the chaos Lydia can’t deny the intensity of her feelings for the strong willed Lieutenant.
Lydia’s possession of the antique purse throws her already chaotic life into a whirlwind of kidnapping, blackmail, vengeful mob bosses, and mind-numbing revelations. Through it all, Lydia must find the strength to accept herself – and those closest to her – despite their darkest secrets.
Excerpt:
As she walked into the bedroom, the
smell of her father’s cologne lingered even through all the sickness that had
been in the air. Stepping over to the deep walk-in closet, Lydia opened the
double doors to reveal her father’s suits, ties, and shoes. She made a mental
note to have Rosita donate her father’s clothes so they didn’t hang like a
shrine. She stared at every inch of the closet until her eyes fell on a small
shoebox buried on the top shelf. Lydia retrieved the step-ladder from within a
hidden compartment in the closet’s wall and stood on it to pull down the
shoebox. Without thinking, she strolled over to her father’s bed, sat down, and
went through all the memories kept in the cardboard box.
Many were just baby pictures of
Lydia, and then she discovered a picture of her mother when she was pregnant.
How beautiful she was; she looked so happy and carefree. What in the world
could have happened? More questions, no answers. Lydia decided to keep the
picture with her. Digging deeper yet into the box, she also found pictures of
her father and Derek together. They made a handsome couple, though it was still
difficult to believe her father had been involved with a man. At least true
love hadn’t escaped him as she’d previously thought.
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Writers Writing-A Process of Madness
I have been
asked many times how I think of stories—especially since publishing The Purse— and what my process or method
is for writing. No one writer has the same process as another. Many writers
have the time and fortitude to write everyday. That, however, is not me. That
is not to say that I can’t meet deadlines when I have to, but I have difficulty
forcing myself if I am not feeling the “vibe.”
When I have
an idea, I start with pen and paper. It may sound silly, but I have to have a
good pen; life is good with the right pen. Once that is in my hand, I will take
the general idea of the book—story, conflict, and sometimes, resolution—and jot
it down. Afterward, I find names for each character—I often use the phone book—searching
for just the right name for that character. That in itself is a process. Next,
I plot out ages, descriptions, and backstory for each character; this includes
hair and eye color, height, build, ethnicity, etc. Most often, original ideas
don’t always make the cut. It’s amazing to me how quick a better idea can come
along. Once this is done, I start writing, but sometimes, I start writing
anyway! There is much of The Purse
that I don’t remember writing because I was so lost in the zone, and it seemed to write itself. That zone is what I love about
writing, and that’s where I always want to be.
AUTHOR Bio:
Julie A. Burns is a native Iowan born in Marshalltown,
Iowa and raised in Davenport, Iowa. After her parent’s divorce at age 7, she
took to writing, whether it was her diary or poems about people she met or
situations that bothered her. After graduating from high school in 1983, she
spent time working as a Nurse’s Aide in different nursing homes in Iowa. In
1989, she gave birth to a daughter, Brittany and raised her as a single parent.
In the same year, she enrolled at Iowa State University in Ames, Iowa. She
graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Sociology in 1994. Since then, Julie has
spent time working with developmentally disabled adults and the mentally ill
throughout Iowa and also in Wyoming, where she lived for 6 years. Julie
currently lives in Waterloo, Iowa with her spouse. When she’s not writing, she
enjoys being a grandmother to 3 year old Sophie.
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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: In The Absence Of You by Sunniva Dee @SunnivaD @XpressoTours
In The Absence Of You
Sunniva Dee
Publication date: June 28th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Aishe is running. Running from the burn of a love she knows will consume her.
Running from a soul mate she’s never even met.
If only she hadn’t been hired as a merch girl for the hottest indie band on earth.
If only she’d never laid eyes on its front man, Emil—intense, sexy, and so unlike the men of her culture.
If only she hadn’t fallen onto his lips, then into his bed.
If only her flame hadn’t exploded into a full-on forest fire.
If only Emil’s heart didn’t belong to someone else.
***
Emil is running. Running from a broken heart.
Running from who he was with her.
If only Zoe hadn’t left.
If only Aishe hadn’t been right there.
If only she hadn’t been so damn gorgeous—insistent—different.
If only he could control himself around her.
If. Only.
—
EXCERPT:
AISHE
I come from a family that burns with love. You wouldn’t understand unless you were one of us. I’m not just talking my father and my mother—I’m talking every one of my ancestors. It’s in our genetic build to spend all of our energy on love.Once we come of age, it strikes and blazes with a fire that eats you alive. This love is a plague that boils in my race and in my culture, and I wouldn’t know a different way unless I’d broken free and seen strangers love with milder flames.
Tonight, my eyes go from the merchandise on my table to the blond-headed burst of life hopping off the stage. His gaze shimmers with amusement, a cocky lip twitching as he slaps high-fives to guys and pinches girl-cheeks on his way over.
“Aishe! You got those super-tight, hot little tees with the broken heart thingy on the front? The ones the chicks dig?” he asks once he’s in front of me, Emil, the vocalist of Clown Irruption, one of the hottest alt-rock indie-bands out there. I’ve been their merch girl for a few months now. Each night, I zoom in on Emil with less and less difficulty.
“Yeah. Troll picked them up this morning,” I say referring to their tour manager.
“This is so cool—finally we see actual merch money,” Emil laughs out. Then he sets a hand to the table and squints at me. “You’ve done much better than your cousin. I mean, Shandor, man.” He shakes his head playfully. “He couldn’t draw dudes to the stand worth shit.”
My face loosens in a smile. I send a subtle glance at Shandor, who’s busy wrapping things up on stage, coiling cables and breaking down drums. To sell T-shirts wasn’t what he burned for. Shandor was born with the plague of our people too, but he hasn’t found his beloved yet. My people, we need something to obsess over, so if it’s not a man’s love for a woman or vice versa, it’s something else, and Shandor, he loves his music. Once the band promoted him from merch guy to monitors on stage, he recommended me to fill his spot, and voilà, here I am.
Shandor raises his head and stills on us, focus intent from under dark locks. He’s got a sixth sense for when guys chitchat with me. Like me, he left our traveling community years back, but the need to protect any girl of our people is so deep-rooted I doubt he ever questions it. Shandor would do everything in his power to stop any man, employer or not, from toying with his little cousin.
I straighten so that I’m tall for my height. Though I’m not overly curvy, I’m lean and strong. Supposedly, I’m also fiery, a bit fierce, a bit ferocious, traits that make me who I am, traits I don’t need here in the outside world as opposed to amongst those I was born to.
I intimidate most men with the stance I take right now, but I can’t intimidate Shandor. He glares, telling me without words what not to do, and next he pierces his stare into Emil’s back. Oblivious, Emil juts his index finger at the case of lukewarm beers behind me, wiggles it back and forth quickly, lips pursed in anticipation. “Hand over one of those babies, will ya?”
Author Bio:
Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.
Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.
Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).
This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.
Cover Reveal: Concealed by Christina Bauer @CB_Bauer @XpressoTours
Concealed
Christina Bauer
(Beholder #2)
Published by: Ink Monster LLC
Publication date: October 25th 2016
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
As a Grand Mistress Necromancer, Elea commands the ultimate power over spirit and bone… Magick that she’ll need in order to rescue her friends from the evil Vicomte Gaspard. In a matter of days, Gaspard will kill thousands of Necromancers by draining their magick, along with their life force.
To find and free her fellow mages, Elea must venture into some of the most dangerous places in the realm. What starts off as a rescue quest could easily turn into a suicide mission. And with the handsome mage Rowan along to help, Elea may be risking more than her life. Her growing feelings for Rowan might put her heart on the line, too.
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Christina graduated from Syracuse University's Newhouse School with BA's in English as well as Television, Radio, and Film Production. Her day job is in marketing for companies like Microsoft, Cisco, and Zerto. Back in the go-go 90′s, she founded her own software start-up, Mindful Technologies. Christina believes that, upon close examination of Tolkien's text, it's entirely possible that the Balrog was wearing fuzzy bunny slippers.
