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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Cover Reveal Blitz: In Her Eyes by Wesley Banks

In Her Eyes
By Wesley Banks


When Ben Wilder is given a second chance he focuses on the one thing he's always been good at: running. After walking on to the University of Florida Track and Field team he begins to quickly move up the national rankings, paving a path towards the NCAA Championships. Everything is going the way he planned, until the day he bumps into Casey Taylor.

New to Gainesville, and focused on her first year out of medical school, Casey is initially hesitant to let Ben into her life. But the truth is she's worried about letting a guy near the one thing she loves most: her daughter, Emma. After one fun and fateful night Casey can no longer bury her feelings behind these excuses, and takes a chance on a guy she is slowly falling for.

Casey's relationship with Ben starts to gradually build into a love that she has never felt before. But more importantly, Emma has taken a particular liking to Ben. As they all spend more time together Ben is forced to confront painful memories when he starts to notice something hauntingly familiar in Emma's eyes.

After a local journalist uncovers the secret of Ben's past their lives begin to converge on a single promise that Ben Wilder has long since made: to never give matter what.

Release Date: 
March 14, 2016


Coach Melvick stood just a few feet behind him. Their conversation from this morning still weighed heavily on Ben. He had run one way for as long as he could remember, and the morning of the most important race of his life, Coach Melvick had asked him to change everything. It wasn’t just the change that burdened him though. It was the impossibility of it all. “Ask me again with a 1,000 meters left.”
Coach turned his head and just kind of stared off into the distance. Without looking at Ben, he asked,

“You ever watch the Nature Channel?”

The random question caught Ben off guard. “Umm, no, not really. Why?”

“I love that damn channel. Chalked full of interesting stuff.” Coach paused again and his eyes seemed to wander towards among the stands.

“The other day I was watching this documentary on wolves. You probably wouldn’t think it, but they are absolutely fucking magnificent long distance runners.” He paused again. “You know how they figured that out?”

Ben shook his head again not entirely sure what this had to do with anything.

“They chased bend  the damn thing with a snowmobile just to see how far it could go. Now, if I was  that damn wolf, I would have turned around and chewed their sorry faces off. But this wolf must have been one cocky SOB, because he just kept running. Those idiots followed him for hours, until eventually they had to turn around. But that damn wolf just kept on runningtruckin’.…”

 Coach looked down at Ben now. “You know how he did it?”

Again Ben just shook his head.

“He did it the same way you do anything in life, by putting one damn foot in front of the other.” Coach Melvick’s eyes burned into Ben and then without another word he walked towards the infield with the rest of his team .

Coach Melvick sat down on a wooden bench painted with the green and yellow colors of the Oregon Ducks. He pulled out a half-smoked cigar and held it between his lips while he struck a match across the glass powder surface until the phosphorus and air created a small flame. He spun the cigar around in the modest small orange light flame and then tossed the expired match onto the ground next to him. He smiled as he took the cigar out of his mouth for a second, examining the tip he had just primed.

Then his smile faded as he thought about the wolf, the hopeless expression on the animal’s face when he realized he could. He had never outrun the guys on the snowmobile. After about four hours, the wolf had collapsed. That amazing animal ran his heart out, literally.

About The Author

Wesley Banks was born in 1983 and grew up on the west coast of Florida. He graduated from the University of Florida with a Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in Civil Engineering.  After spending over 7 years building movable bridges from Florida to Washington he decided to focus on his true passion: writing.

Wesley recently moved from Florida to Oregon to get back to the great outdoors that he loves so much. He lives with his wife Lindsey, and his two dogs Linkin and Story. Most of his time these days is spent writing, with as much rock climbing, hiking, or skiing as they can fit in.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Gift Ideas for the Book Lover with Viviana, Enchantress of Books #70

Hi everyone! Look a the items Viviana, Enchantress of Books, has found for this week's Gift Ideas for the Book Lover!  TOO CUTE!!  

Jane Austen Persuasion Necklace - Jane Austen Quote - Jane Austen Jewelry – Romantic Gifts For Book Lovers - Literature Jewelry
$24.00 (plus S&H)

This romantic literature necklace was inspired by Jane Austen's Persuasion and features an elegant silver pendant with a romantic Jane Austen quote. The text was taken from Captain Wentworth's swoon-worthy letter to Anne Eliot and includes the literary quote:

"You pierce my soul. I am half-agony, half-hope."

Persuasion is Jane Austen's tale of second chances and enduring love and my Captain Wentworth Necklace captures the spirit and romance of the piece. This lovely literature necklace is the perfect piece of Jane Austen jewelry for book lovers who want to carry a piece of their favorite Jane Austen novel with them as they go about their day. My handmade Jane Austen jewelry also makes wonderful romantic gifts for book lovers and Jane Austen fans. 

Large subway wood sign fairy tale sign board
$20.00 (plus S&H)

Once In Awhile,

Right In The Middle
Of An Ordinary Life,
Gives Us A Fairy Tale

Each of my signs are hand painted and created

at the time an order is placed. I take care to ensure
a quality piece for your home. 

Each sign is slightly distressed, antiqued through a 

special staining process and then sealed for years
of beautiful display in your home.
Each piece is unique as each piece of wood is unique on its own.

This sign measures 12 X 12.

I have painted it in black with antique cream lettering.

Books are my happy place — Yellow or White Handlettered Journal Notebook — 80 pages — Book Lovers, Book Nerds, Gifts for Readers
By IceyDesigns
$15.00+ (plus S&H)

This 5″ x 8″ journal features a gorgeous, slightly textured soft yellow or white cover with the quote ‘Books are my happy place’ across the front, handlettered just for you.

The interior features 40 (80, counting the front and back!) milky-white pages, ready for you to start jotting down your favorite books and their awesome quotes! Handlettered and handmade in the USA with a sturdy sewn binding, the journal ships in a clear, archival quality sleeve for safe-keeping and gift-giving.

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With solid black pages, you can journal using your favorite light-hued gel pens or sharpies—metallics, white, pastels, yellow. Have fun!


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Read Me Tags/ Alice in Wonderland Read Me Tiny Tags for Weddings/ Vintage Decorations/ Favor Tags SET of 10 with Ribbon Choice
$7.10 (plus S&H)

Gorgeous little vintage style tags reading 'Read Me' with double satin ribbon available in your choice of colour to match your event/requirements. You will receive 10 vintage style tags. Let us know your ribbon choice at checkout by referring to the colour chart.

Perfect for your Alice in Wonderland themed Wedding or celebration. Also to attach/tie to your wedding invitations. Key in picture not included.

Tag size is 2.2 inches long and 1.2 inches wide (5.5cms long x 2.5cms wide).

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Release Day Blitz: Halfway Bitten by Terry Maggert

Halfway Bitten 
(Halfway Witchy Series #2)
by Terry Maggert


The circus came to Halfway, and they brought the weird. 

When clowns, vampires, and corpses start piling up in town, Carlie has to break away from her boyfriend, Wulfric, to bring her witchy skills to the table- or grill, as the case may be. 
When the body of a young woman washes up in the lake, it unleashes a spiral of mystery that will bring Carlie, Gran, and Wulfric into a storm of magical warfare. Spells will fly. Curses will rain. Amidst it all, Carlie will make waffles, protect her town, and find out if a man from the distant past can join her in happy ever after. 

With love and honor at stake, Carlie has no peer. 

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Chapter One: Mail Call

            The moon hung full, meaning I would sleep on the couch to listen for the squeak of my mail slot announcing the plaintive request for a secret spell.  That was where people who I rarely knew would push a handmade envelope through the slim space to fall into my home; the letter would slide across the floor with a swishing rasp before coming to a stop. I would then open each letter in the moonlight of my kitchen, where I got down to the business of being a good witch.

            In a sense, I grant wishes.

            I have growing power. I’m a work in progress, I guess, and I feel it in my bones that every little bit of effort must be made to keep the most subtle kinds of evil at bay. Things like loneliness. Fear. A loss of caring. These are the things that all of my spell requests are built around; the words change but the pleas are always the same. I think that because of this ability to use my magic, I understand that there must be goodness in the world in order to foster even greater kindness. I’m okay with that. It’s my calling.

            My Gran taught me that goodwill should be freely given. The ability to be kind without strings is the mark of pure magic; its sole purpose can only be fulfilled when there is no expectation of reward. In a sense, the envelopes that fall to the wood floor of my foyer are the closest thing to a physical prayer that I will ever see. I treat each request with the care it deserves, and I am utterly committed to lessening the suffering of the people around me. Gran always told me that someday, I’d think of myself as a priestess who cared for the world around me, and I think I’m starting to understand.

            The moon slides across my kitchen in a soft pane of light for three nights out of each month, unless it’s cloudy, or snowing, or rainy. It’s during this transit of light that I wait in a state somewhere between dreams and reality. If I doze too soundly, Gus will wake me when an envelope arrives, but for the most part, there’s a part of my mind that anticipates each quiet plea. To fill the hours between now and then, I went to the kitchen to graze. It’s a scientific fact that if you eat while standing over the sink, it is neither a meal nor does it count against your alleged workout plan. Fortunately for me, the diner keeps me in shape, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling a twinge of guilt when I eat something that has no nutritional value whatsoever.

            Like right now. I selected a spoon that is just small enough to fit in my mouth, opened the fridge, and pulled out a tub of homemade peach ice cream.

            “Hello, beautiful,” I murmured. “We’re about to get uncomfortably close for the next half hour.” I spooned the first frigid bite of heaven into my mouth and let my eyes close with the kind of pleasure that only ice cream or a lingering kiss can bring. The spoon rested on my tongue, cold and brittle, and I was moving to dredge another bite when the mail flap opened and an envelope slid onto the floor. Gus eyed the ice cream with a feral speculation; he wasn’t above pilfering licks if I left the tub unattended, so the ice cream went with me to the foyer.

            I bent to pick it up and my hand stopped in mid-air. The paper was marred by three dark smears, but I knew it wasn’t ash or ink.

            It was blood.

            Moonlight has a curious effect on many things. It can spawn romance, or poems. It can light the water at night and the snow, too, spangling the frozen crystals with the second-hand sun from the other side of the world. In the fall, it can turn an innocent night into something sinister, looming over the harvest like a fat reminder that the veil between worlds is thin indeed. But for blood, it takes that which is crimson and makes it black, and I knew this because it’s something I’ve seen before.

            I reached for my power and let my senses drift across the innocuous paper, and I was sorry that I did. Fear, like blood, can stain things, and this message was fairly soaked with the kind of terror that can kill. Gus padded over and uttered a low growl from the depths of his throat; he knew that something bad had made the aura surrounding this plea for. . . .something.

            “I guess I have to open it.” Gus hunkered down next to me, an expectant look on his broad feline face. I stood and turned on the hallways light, then plucked the envelope from the floor and opened it in one smooth motion.
 It was a torn piece of paper, yellowed from sun or weather. The smell hit me first; a mélange of age and the coppery bite of blood that was still too fresh to be oxidized. The words were clearly written with a fingertip, and in a hand that shook so badly I wondered if the author had survived to the end of the message. I read, turned my eyes for a moment to steady myself, and then read the note once again.
            When they find her, you will know. Please do not forget the rest of us.

            My mind screamed at the opaque meaning, knowing that somewhere in the depths of those few words was a message that could save lives. I knew intuitively that what I held in my hand had been written at great cost, and curling fingers of dread hooked around my spine and began to squeeze, just to let me know that I was powerless in that moment. I sat down on the floor of my foyer and felt the first hot tears of rage spill down my cheeks, hating that all I could do was wait.

            If you know me at all, there are certain things I’m not very good at. Reaching things on the third shelf? Not my thing. Eating butter beans? No way. But the thing that actually galls me is to wait, yet that’s exactly what I did, resting on my couch with Gus until my gray eyes were dark hollows in my face. The sun rose as my stomach roiled with frustration and guilt, but as the light became impossible to ignore, I rose and went to make coffee.

            I stood sipping the first cup, my eyes gritty and red. I could feel the low simmer of anger percolating within me even as I stepped into the shower. This was going to be a bad day. I considered and discarded dozens of possible meanings for the note before walking to work with my head down and eyes locked firmly on the sidewalk. It was too early to bother Gran, but I resolved to call her when I could steal a moment away from the grill at the diner. I knew we’d be slammed, but there was something about the note that froze the marrow in my bones.

            I didn’t know what was coming, but I could tell it was going to be bad.

Halfway Witchy Series

Halfway Dead (Halfway Witchy Series #1)

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About The Author

Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon, considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to the Sunshine State. I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic upstate New York, where I learned about a mythical substance known as "Seasons". After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a bar. That was fun because I love beer, but, then, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), and, in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school--which I did, with enthusiasm. I earned a Master's Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. My novels explore dark fantasy, immortality, and the nature of love as we know it. I live near Nashville, Tennessee, with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and, when I'm not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.

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Tempt Me Tuesday #152 by Mad Hatter Reads

Are you ready for your weekly dose of temptation? Here’s what I’ve found for us this week. Leave me comment and let me know what you’ve been waiting for.

Glass Sword by Victoria Aveyard

Red Queen, #2
Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)Mare Barrow’s blood is red—the color of common folk—but her Silver ability, the power to control lightning, has turned her into a weapon that the royal court tries to control.
The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind.
Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors.
But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.
Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever?

Morning Star by Pierce Brown

Red Rising, #3
Morning Star (Red Rising Trilogy, #3)Darrow would have lived in peace, but his enemies brought him war. The Gold overlords demanded his obedience, hanged his wife, and enslaved his people. But Darrow is determined to fight back. Risking everything to transform himself and breach Gold society, Darrow has battled to survive the cutthroat rivalries that breed Society's mightiest warriors, climbed the ranks, and waited patiently to unleash the revolution that will tear the hierarchy apart from within.
Finally, the time has come.
But devotion to honor and hunger for vengeance run deep on both sides. Darrow and his comrades-in-arms face powerful enemies without scruple or mercy. Among them are some Darrow once considered friends. To win, Darrow will need to inspire those shackled in darkness to break their chains, unmake the world their cruel masters have built, and claim a destiny too long denied - and too glorious to surrender.

Reign of Shadows by Sophie Jordan

Rein of Shadows, #1
Reign of Shadows (Reign of Shadows, #1)Seventeen years ago, an eclipse cloaked the kingdom of Relhok in perpetual darkness. In the chaos, an evil chancellor murdered the king and queen and seized their throne. Luna, Relhok’s lost princess, has been hiding in a tower ever since. Luna’s survival depends on the world believing she is dead.
But that doesn’t stop Luna from wanting more. When she meets Fowler, a mysterious archer braving the woods outside her tower, Luna is drawn to him despite the risk. When the tower is attacked, Luna and Fowler escape together. But this world of darkness is more treacherous than Luna ever realized.
With every threat stacked against them, Luna and Fowler find solace in each other. But with secrets still unspoken between them, falling in love might be their most dangerous journey yet.
With lush writing and a star–crossed romance, Reign of Shadows is Sophie Jordan at her best.

Surrender to the Sea by Michelle M. Pillow

Lords of the Abyss, #4
Surrender to the Sea (Lords of the Abyss, #4)Atlantes, a lost city of intrigue to most, is Brutus's home, his curse, his prison. Doomed to an immortal life deep in the ocean, their only chance at salvation is to rescue damsels in distress from the surface world and bring them into the abyss. While mythology may label he and his kind monsters, this warrior is simply a man with needs. And he's found the perfect woman to see to them.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Devious Minds by Colleen Helme

Devious Minds 
(A Shelby Nichols Adventure Series #8)
by Colleen Helme

It’s been almost a year since a near-fatal gunshot wound left Shelby Nichols with the ability to read minds. In that time she’s faced one problem after another. She’s been shot at, framed for murder, and targeted by a serial killer, just to name a few. Now she’s trying to help her lawyer husband win a murder trial that will enable him to become a partner in his law firm. Sounds easy, right? But nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to Shelby Nichols.

When special agent, Blake Beauchaine, shows up to collect a debt from Shelby, things get even more complicated, and Shelby is soon on her way to Paris. A routine meeting with a rogue agent reveals a sinister plot, putting Shelby into the cross-hairs of a known terrorist. Even worse, she doesn’t speak French, so it seems her mind-reading abilities won’t help her this time.

Things go from bad to downright dangerous for Shelby, especially since her usual guardians, Uncle Joey, and his hit-man, Ramos, are back in the states. Lost and on her own in the streets of Paris, can Shelby escape the cold-blooded killer in time to stop his devious plans, or will this be the end of the line for Shelby Nichols?

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By the time we got to the sixth floor, I was eager to get out. Blake hid a smile at my nerves, and took off down the hall. He took out his keys and unlocked a door at the very end of the hall. As it swung open, my breath caught at the view from the window.

“Is that Notre-Dame?” I gasped.

He chuckled. “Actually, that’s The Hôtel de Ville where the city’s local administration is housed. The buildings just beyond those are on the Ile-de-la-Cité where Notre-Dame is located. In the distance, you can just make out the cathedral’s spire from here.”

“Oh yes, I see it now.”

“All of those buildings are actually on an island in the river Seine. In fact, Notre-Dame was built at the same spot where the Romans built a temple to Jupiter. The cathedral was first built in the twelfth century, but through the years, and because of the revolution, it fell into disrepair. If it wasn’t for Victor Hugo and his book, it may have been destroyed.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that.”

“Your room is this way,” he said. “Why don’t you get settled, and then we’ll go exploring?”

“Okay!” He didn’t have to ask me twice. The bedrooms were on the other side of the living room and small kitchen and were larger than I’d expected. “I thought you said this apartment was small.”

He shrugged. “These bedrooms used to be part of another apartment, but I was able to buy it and put in these rooms and bathrooms. You can use that bedroom.” He motioned to the bedroom with billowing curtains framing another open window which looked out over the city. “My housekeeper must have opened the windows to air the place out when she came in this morning.”

It was a little chilly, but I rushed over to look out the windows. The view was breathtaking. “This is perfect!”

“Good,” he said, clearly pleased with my reaction. “I’ll leave you to get settled.”

The door shut behind him, and I glanced around the room. A queen sized bed with a metal frame took up most of the space, and two bed-stands with lamps flanked either side. A large wooden dresser with a mirror stood on the opposite wall.

A door beside the dresser opened into a small bathroom, with the shower and basin all done in beautiful tile work. Fresh towels and soap, along with an array of small bottles of lotions and shampoo, lined the countertop.

This was amazing. I heaved a sigh, happy and grateful I’d come. I could hardly believe I’d almost chickened out. I would have missed this! I hurried back to the bedroom and unloaded my suitcase, placing my toiletries in the bathroom and my clothes in the dresser, then shoved my empty suitcase under the bed.

I quickly changed into a fresh blouse and my favorite black jeans and boots, then hurried into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After combing my hair and updating my make-up, I was ready to go. But first I needed to call Chris. The phone rang for the longest time before he finally picked up.

The Shelby Nichols Adventure Series

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About The Author

As the author of the Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, Colleen is often asked if Shelby Nichols is her alter-ego. “Definitely,” she says. “Shelby is the epitome of everything I wish I dared to be.” Known for her laugh since she was a kid, Colleen has always tried to find the humor in every situation and continues to enjoy writing about Shelby’s adventures. “I love getting Shelby into trouble… I just don’t always know how to get her out of it!” Colleen lives in the Rocky Mountains with her family. Besides writing, she loves a good book, biking, hiking, and playing board and card games with family and friends. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of the series keep her writing.

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