Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Midnight Moon by Marilee Brothers

BLURB:
The Trimarks are planning an invasion. And the only thing standing in their way is Allie and the moonstone . All Allie wants is a normal life - friends, boys, school dances. Right. Like that's going to happen.
In two weeks, during the summer solstice, Allie's going to face the biggest challenge of her life, fighting against time to save the world from a Trimark invasion. You'd think the world of weird might leave her alone to plan how she's going to survive. But nothing in Allie's world is simple or easy, especially when she's attacked by Trimarks trying to steal the moonstone. Then Sammie disappears into the faery world of Boundless, and Allie must follow and bring her home, only to find the fairy queen, Luminata, isn't about to let Allie leave. So, what's a girl with magical powers supposed to do?
Fortunately, she has a team to help her, a team with special talents of their own.
EXCERPT
By the time I finished my noodles, all traces of the setting sun had disappeared. Darkness pressed against the windows, reminding me that, in our brightly lit trailer, I was a moving target. I moved from window to window, lowering the blinds against the silent, oppressive darkness. Clouds covered the moon and stars. No crickets chirping. Even the sound of traffic on Peacock Flats road seemed muffled and far away. After my dad’s visit, I saw Chris Revelle lurking in every shadow. I double-checked the lock on the door, listening for the shuffling sound of footsteps. Stop it, Allie. You’re freaking yourself out. I turned on the TV for company. Why was my hand shaking? Feeling a bit obsessive, I checked to make sure the moonstone was lying next to the silver cross. In that position, anyone trying to touch it would get zapped big time. Except for Sammie. She wore a locket the exact same shape as the moonstone. We hadn’t figured out the why of it, but somehow the locket and moonstone were meant to be together. A sudden breeze swept down from the Cascades and rattled the awning. Dried weeds behind the trailer thrashed in the wind and scratched against its aluminum siding like witch’s fingernails seeking a weak spot. The sound made me shiver. Okay, now I was well and truly spooked. Sammie. I’d call Sammie and see if wanted to come over and spend the night. As I reached for the phone, it rang shrilly. My heart leaped into my throat. No response when I answered. Not at first. Then, I heard ragged breathing punctuated with low-pitched moans. Oh my God! Was this my very first obscene phone call? I blew out my breath in disgust. Before I could slam down the phone, I heard another sound that turned my blood to ice. A hoarse scream of agony followed by a male voice gasping, “Allie. Please. Don’t hang up.” Junior? I couldn’t tell. My fingers tightened around the phone. “Who . . . who . . . ?” The sound of a blow, another grunt of pain, and the phone went dead. I stared at it in disbelief as if my gaze could bring it back to life. Eventually, the thinking part of my brain kicked in and I hit the off button.
BIO:
A former teacher, coach and school counselor, Marilee lives in Washington State and writes full time. Her books include Castle Ladyslipper, a medieval romance, The Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam, winner of the 2010 Booksellers Best award for romantic suspense, Moonstone, Moon Rise, Moon Spun, Shadow Moon, and Midnight Moon. Marilee is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Pacific Northwest Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. 
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Together by Starlight

BLURB:
CASSIE & BENNETT
ACT TWO
Bennett Saville is sexy. At the peak of his career, the English star of stage and screen is everything a woman might desire, as fiancée Cassandra Wallace well knows. Together they’ve seen the world, from L.A. to Shangri La, yet shadows persist even in the spotlight. At home they face lust, greed and ghosts from their pasts—and that’s off stage. There is also “The Val”. The aged London theatre holds a mystery four centuries old, cast in starlight and waiting to be revealed. Intensely personal, impossibly passionate, the play must go on…and Cassie and Bennett must face it together. 

BIO:
Susan Mac Nicol (Sue to most people) was born in Headingly, Leeds in the United Kingdom. When she was eight years old, her family emigrated to Johannesburg in South Africa, where she remained until her and her family¹s return, with husband and two children, to the UK in December 2000.

Sue¹s career as a professional business woman was mainly in the operational side of the Financial Services and Vehicle Leasing markets. Currently her responsibilities have evolved to being the Regulatory Compliance Officer at a financial services company in Cambridge.

Having written all her life, since her first short story was published in a local youth competition when she was just eleven, in between the day job and daily life, the inspiration for the Starlight series of romance novels was born. Her characters, Cassie and Bennett, finally made their debut on the flickering screen of a laptop. The character of Bennett was inspired by someone very special and perhaps one day, if you get the chance to ask her or meet her, over a cup of good coffee, Sue might just explain who this was. She will probably smile wryly and say, Œ"Hopefully without sounding like a teenage groupie."

Her first novel was submitted to various publishers and Boroughs Publishing Group liked what they saw. Sue was offered a contract for her novels and that, as they say in the classics, was that.

Sue is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Romantic Novelists Association here in the UK. She lives in a town house in the rural village of Bocking, in Essex, with her husband, two children and a mixed collie mongrel called Blu, so named because of his two different colour eyes ¬blue and brown. Sue is a voracious e book reader and a self confessed geek and Android phone fan. Her office is in her bag most days and without all her gadgets, she confesses she could barely function.

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Sunday, March 24, 2013

Seduced by Power Review


Forbidden passions.
Deadly secrets.
A love that will stand against it all.


Their passions will destroy them. 
Only true love will save them.

Find out why critics and fans are raving about the Seduced Saga. Heat, romance, mystery and poetic writing make the Seduced Saga an original new adult paranormal romance that you won't be able to put down!

In Seduced by Power, the final book in Rose's Trilogy, Rose and Derek face the greatest threat to their love, and lives, as they are forced to make painful choices to save those they love the most.

They give everything they have to end the battle against Rose's mother and retrieve that which was stolen from them. But will it be enough to save them?

Get caught up in the Seduced Sage with Seduced by Innocence and Seduced by Pain.

Coming Soon:
Seduced by Love (A Surprise Seduced Book)
Seduced by the Sea (Ocean's Story)
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MY REVIEW:  As I read the first chapter I was screaming inside my head "NO!!! NO,NO,NO!!!!" Then I thought to myself "What the heck Kimberly, what were you thinking!!!" BUT never fear, all is explained and all will be well :)

The action and hot smexy love is amazing in the final book. There were so many twists and turns it was like riding the mad mouse roller coaster at the fair.

Will the pack get the Rose bush back? Will Derek and Rose ever get a break? Will Rainbow get her ass kicked?
Will Dean be saved? All the answers lie between the pages. Get all three books in the trilogy today and join the Seduced Tsunami!

Kimberly Kinrade was born with ink in her veins and magic in her heart. She writes fantasy and paranormal stories for all ages and still believes in magic worlds. Check out her YA paranormal series The Forbidden Trilogy, her lower grade fantasy series The Three Lost Kids, and watch for her New Adult romance and fantasy books coming in 2013 including The Seduced Saga, Sunrise and Nightfall, Death by Destiny and The Fallen Trilogy and her next YA fantasy adventure, The Reluctant Familiar. You can find her books on Amazon, B&N and Goodreads among other fine retailers. 


When she's not writing, she runs Daring Books Design & Marketing with her husband, Dmytry Karpov, where they help authors with all manner of marketing, editing, and design needs until such a time that their brilliant children take over the business for them.
She lives with her three little girls who think they're ninja princesses with super powers, her two cats who think they're gods (and probably are), her two dogs who think they're humans and her husband, also known as the sexy Russian Prince, who is the love of her life and writing partner.


Mailbox Monday blog hop #1

I.O. Book Tours
A Monday MEME blog hop organized by T B R to share books that are in your mailbox and you can hardly wait to read.
 1) Follow T B R and I will follow you back
 2) Grab the button or make your own.
 3) Add your blog to the list.
4) Tell everyone what is in your mailbox :)
I am waiting to read J.R. WARD "LOVER AT LAST" !!!! I have mine on Preorder.


Black Dagger Brotherhood (Book 11)
“The hottest collection of studs in romance” (New York Times bestseller Angela Knight) returns as #1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward brings together two of the most beloved people in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world—at last... ….

Qhuinn, son of no one, is used to being on his own. Disavowed from his bloodline, shunned by the aristocracy, he has finally found an identity as one of the most brutal fighters in the war against the Lessening Society. But his life is not complete. Even as the prospect of having a family of his own seems to be within reach, he is empty on the inside, his heart given to another....

Blay, after years of unrequited love, has moved on from his feelings for Qhuinn. And it’s about time: it seems Qhuinn has found his perfect match in a Chosen female, and they are going to have a young. It’s hard for Blay to see the new couple together, but building your life around a pipe dream is just a heartbreak waiting to happen. And Qhuinn needs to come to terms with some dark things before he can move forward…

Fate seems to have taken these vampire soldiers in different directions... but as the battle over the race’s throne intensifies, and new players on the scene in Caldwell create mortal danger for the Brotherhood, Qhuinn finally learns the true definition of courage, and two hearts who are meant to be together... finally become one.

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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

My Review of Seducing the Princess

Seducing the Princess by Mary Hart Perry
            Mary Hart Perry’s acclaimed series of romantic Victorian thrillers continues with Seducing the Princess, inspired by the life of Queen Victoria’s youngest daughter Beatrice. Painfully shy and lonely, convinced she is unattractive and unloved, the dutiful Princess Beatrice finally accepts that she will never marry and vows to devote herself to the queen in Victoria's waning years. In fact, her mother has secretly discouraged suitors for Beatrice’s hand. Just when Beatrice has all but given up on love and happiness, she meets Henry Battenberg, a dashing nobleman from the Continent who matches wits with the aging Victoria and risks his life and liberty to woo Bea.
            But Henry isn't the only man interested in being welcomed into Beatrice's bed. The timid princess has become the target of a cruel plot hatched by her nephew, the madman destined to become the last Emperor of Germany. Wilhelm II sends a ruthless agent, a charming Scot, to seduce the naive princess and spy on the queen. How can the sheltered princess hope to fend off a man capable of murder, and perhaps worse, to get what he wants? But Beatrice is not without her own allies--her older sister Louise and Louise's American soldier-of-fortune and lover, Stephen Byrne. Will Beatrice discover which of the two men pursuing her she can trust, before it's too late? Drama, romance and peril chase the royal family from Buckingham Palace to a storm besieged castle on the Isle of Wight.

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My Review:

I am finding that I really enjoy regency romance. Mary Hart Perry pulls you so deeply into this story that you feel like you are watching a Masterpiece Theater series or reading actual history.  I adore Bea and her struggles and eventual strength.  Henry is so determined and it is just so romantic. The lengths he goes to in order to win her hand from the queen is awe inspiring. Snuggle up in your favorite reading spot and enjoy this wonderful book.

I am not sure if the queen was supposed to be a bad guy in the book but dang she made me angry. She is just so selfish and degrading to Bea.  Excuse the language but I really wanted to bitch slap her. And As for Gregory, he is so evil and scary yikes!

BIO:
           Kathryn Johnson lives in the Washington, DC area with her husband and two feline writing partners, Tempest and Miranda. The author of over 40 novels, she's written under her own name and a variety of pen names, including Mary Hart Perry, Kathryn Jensen, KM Kimball and Nicole Davidson. She also teaches fiction-writing workshops for the renowned Writer's Center in Bethesda, Maryland. And, in 2008, she founded Write by You (www.WriteByYou.com), to coach other writers interested in reaching publication. She has been nominated for the prestigious Agatha Christy Award, and won the Heart of Excellence and Bookseller's Best Awards (sponsored by the Romance Writers of America) in 2011.
            Her works in progress include a series of Victorian thrillers inspired by the lives of Queen Victoria's five daughters. The first novel, The Wild Princess, focuses on Princess Louise, who desperately wanted an education as a professional artist, at a time when women were not admitted into art schools. Her personal life becomes complicated when she uncovers a secret about her husband and must help protect her mother from an assassination attempt. The second book of the series,Seducing the Princess, launches April 2, 2013, and features Victoria’s youngest daughter Beatrice. Painfully shy and lonely, the dutiful Princess has promised never to marry and to devote herself to the queen in Victoria's waning years. Just when she has all but given up on love and happiness, she meets Henry Battenberg, a dashing nobleman from the Continent who risks his life and liberty to woo Bea and save both his beloved and the queen from a cruel plot. A third novel, to be published later in 2013, will star Crown Princess Vicky.

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Website:   http://www.writebyyou.com/

FACE BOOK EVENT Running March 31st to April 4th  With an all day hoopla on April 2nd to celebrate the release of “Seducing the Princess

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Marilee Brothers "Shadow Moon" The First Chapter

Allie Emerson is hoping for a few quiet months to catch her breath after a summer that included the discovery she is not only a twin and of faery blood, but also destined to play a pivotal role in the faery world. School has barely begun when Allie must kiss her hope of a normal year goodbye.

She can’t escape her unfinished business with the fae, the Trimarks, or Junior Martinez who is making it clear he plans to win her back. Signs, portents and whispers are pushing Allie to “find the girl” before it’s too late. Hoping her twin can help her solve the riddle of their destiny, Allie uncovers old secrets and begins a cross-country journey that puts her in more danger than ever before. If she succeeds, she may just find the answers that can save everyone she loves.
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First Chapter

November

For the first time in months, Anna Starr Emerson was the last thing on my mind. Picture this: me boogying my buns off at the Peacock Flats H.S. winter formal with none other than . . . are you ready? Cory Philpott! Yes, the very same pimply-faced, pudgy-around-the-middle, butt-ugly inside and out Cory Philpott, who delighted in shaking a can of soda so it would explode in my face and make a mess out of my only decent outfit, and then bray his donkey laugh. Yeah, that Cory.  Weird, huh?                                                            
If I’ve learned one thing in my short life, it’s this: people are not always what they seem. Take me, for example. Until recently, I didn’t know I had magic abilities. Or that I had faery blood. Or that I had a twin sister. See what I mean? And now, Cory, who’d made my life a living hell for two years until I scared him straight, was gazing at me with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. Oh, did I forget to mention Cory Philpott was now tall and lean with unblemished skin and blond, non-greasy hair? Yeah, it sounds like a total lie. But Cory was proof. Miracles do happen.
As soon as school was over last June, Cory’s father, Deputy Sheriff Richard Philpott, shipped him off to a boot camp for obnoxious bullies. Apparently, it was worth the time and money, because Cory came back a new person. Turned out my neighbor and best friend, Mercedes Trujillo, was right. She’d been saying for years, “He’s mean to you because he likes you, girl.”
I was deeply suspicious at first, waiting for the real Cory to show up. When he called to ask me to the dance, I said, “Sorry, no.” After a long silence in which he breathed heavily into the phone, he said, “Okay, I get it. You’re waiting for me to apologize for all the mean things I did to you.”
Actually I wasn’t, but it sounded good. “That’s right.”
“Allie, I’m sincerely sorry for all the stuff I did to you. I’m a new man now.”
“Prove it,” I said.
“Huh?”
For the record, let me state, I hate bullies, and Cory had been one of the very worst. So, it was a huge stretch for me to believe he’d changed in a few short months. I decided to give him one more test.
“You used to pick on Mercedes and Manny all the time. Apologize to both of them. It better be real. I’ll know if it isn’t, because I want to be there when you do it.”
 Does it sound like I was tormenting him? Trust me; it wasn’t nearly as bad as the stuff he used to do to my best friend and her brother, Manny. And, since neither of them had a mean streak, guess who got to defend them? That would be their next door neighbor, good old Allie Emerson, who not only had a teensy mean streak, but also a few magic tricks up her sleeve. Let’s just say Cory had been the recipient of some of my magic and, as a result, gave me the respect I deserved.
The phone went silent for so long, I wondered if he’d hung up or passed out from shock.
“Cory? You still there?”
“Yeah,” he said, with a groan in his voice.
 The boy was definitely suffering. Since I believed in karma, I tried not to feel sorry for him. I knew one thing for sure. No way would I be going to the dance with Cory. 
“I’ll do it. Tomorrow after school.”
My mouth dropped open. Finally, I stammered, “Well, that’s just great, Cory.”
The next day, he followed up on his promise. Surprisingly, he managed a fairly decent apology. Even though he’d mumbled a little, he looked squarely into the eyes of both Manny and Mercedes Trujillo. “Sorry for all the shit I pitched at ya. I’m different now. Okay?”
Mercedes, who had the kindest heart in the whole world, was ready to forgive him. Me? Not so much.
“Could you please be more specific?” I said.
Sweat broke out on Cory’s upper lip. “Um, like how?”
“I seem to remember you hurling degrading ethnic comments at Manny and Mercedes.” Geez, I sounded exactly like my English teacher, Mrs. Burke.
Cory’s eyes rolled upward as if looking for an answer from above. Mercedes giggled. Manny caught my gaze and winked.
Finally, Cory said, “Oh, yeah, I get it. I think.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear. I nodded.
Once again, Cory made eye contact with Manny and Mercedes. “Manny,” he said, “Sorry I called you a taco snapper.  Mercedes, I know I said you were a big-ass beaner. That was wrong of me. Sorry.”
Mercedes flung her arms open. Cory leaned forward from the waist and allowed himself to be hugged, even though he looked extremely uncomfortable. Manny and Cory shook hands. As the impartial judge, I watched it all, trying to decide if he really meant it. But then, he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. “Was that okay, Allie?” After that, I couldn’t turn him down.
Junior Martinez would have been my first choice, but he couldn’t go to the dance because he was thousands of miles away. My former boyfriend, Beck, had moved on. I know, I know, it sounds like I have a whole stable of hot guys just dying to take me out. Not true.
Beck Bradford and I had been an item last year. He was now a freshman at the University of Washington in Seattle and a pre-med student. He didn’t get home that often, but we talked on the phone a lot. I considered him one of my best friends. Junior had become a huge TV star in Mexico and was now making movies, so he was in and out of Peacock Flats.
It’s not like a lot of other guys were asking me to the dance, and really, I did want to go. I still had my Peacock Flats Fruit Bowl queen dress, so why waste it? Cory, in his new incarnation, would have to do. I just hoped and prayed he wouldn’t revert to form and slip ice cubes down the front of my dress. So far, so good.
Still moving to the music, I looked across the gym and spotted Mercedes with her new boyfriend, Gilbert Valencia. Total opposites, they made a cute couple. Mercedes was short and fluffy with a permanent smile. Tall, thin and geeky, Gilbert was so smart he was in advanced everything. He’d won the Washington State Young Scientist of the year award for his breakthrough study on earthquake prediction. Imagine, a kid from a high school with 92 students beating out kids from wealthy districts like Mercer Island and Bellevue. There’s even a sign outside our school that says, “HOME OF WASHINGTON STATE’S YOUNG SCIENTIST OF THE YEAR.”
When the music stopped, Cory said, “I’ll get some punch and cookies.”
I nodded and pointed at the back wall where all the chaperones were lined up. “I’ll go say hello to Mr. Hostetler.”
At the mention of our principal’s name, Cory blinked nervously. He’d spent most of last year getting reamed out by Mr. Hostetler. I placed a hand on Cory’s arm. “It’s okay. I’ll tell him you’ve changed.”
Cory blushed. “Thanks, Allie.”
Frowning, Mr. Hostetler pushed away from the wall when I approached. “How ya doing, Allie? I was surprised to see you with Cory Philpott.”
“Mr. Hostetler,” I said sternly. “People do change. You know that, right?”
He thought about it for a while and nodded. “Sure do. Take Chad, for example. He’s like a different kid. Did I tell you he’s into soccer now?”
I bit back a smile. “That’s great.”
Actually, Chad Hostetler was a different kid. The original Chad was a changeling and, last summer, I’d helped switch faery Chad and human Chad. Faery Chad was now flapping his frilly wings in Boundless, aka Faeryland, and human Chad had taken his place in the Hostetler family.
   It had worked out well for both Chads. So well, in fact, Mr. Hostetler and his ex-wife were making an effort to get back together. Of course, that left my mother, Faye, without a boyfriend, since she and Mr. Hostetler had been dating at the time.  Personally, I was relieved. The whole idea of my mother and my principal as a couple struck me as totally unnatural.
Like he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Hostetler lowered his voice and said, “How’s your mother?”
I waved a hand. “Oh, she’s fine. She’s out with her girlfriends tonight.”
I didn’t want Mr. Hostetler to think my mom was sitting home, crying over him. In spite of my casual tone, the thought of Faye, the Queen of Bad Relationships, prowling around looking for a new boyfriend made my blood turn to ice.
It’s not like she wasn’t there to get me prepped for the big dance, though. She did my hair and then snapped pictures of Cory and me, all decked out in our fancy clothes, just like a regular mom. And, she’d made arrangements for me to spend the night with Kizzy.
Mr. Hostetler looked bummed. “So she’s moved on.” He sighed. “Well, that’s probably a good thing.”
I squirmed, trying to think of something to say unrelated to my mother’s love life. Finally I spotted Cory approaching with a bunch of cookies in one hand and two glasses of punch in the other. He sidled up to us, like he wanted to offload the goodies and then make a run for it.
“Cory Philpott!” Mr. Hostetler boomed. “Keeping your nose clean?”
Cory jumped about a foot in the air. I grabbed the punch before it could slop onto the floor. We exchanged puzzled looks. What did a clean nose have to do with anything? Since Cory seemed to be tongue-tied, I spoke up. “Clean as can be. Right, Cory?”
“Oh, yeah, real clean.”
“Good, good,” Mr. Hostetler said. “You drive real careful when you take this young lady home. Ya hear me?”
Cody glanced over at me with before answering, “Yes, sir.”
 He looked so nervous, I took pity on him. “Let’s go find a place to sit down. See you Monday, Mr. Hostetler.”
When we got a few steps away from the wall, Cody put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed. “I’m really glad you didn’t tell Mr. Hostetler that my dad won’t let me drive yet.”
“No problem. You should have mentioned Charlie and the limo.”
Cody relaxed and smiled. “Yeah, I should have.”
When my friend, Kizzy Lovell, found out Cory couldn’t drive, she insisted on sending her driver, Charlie, to pick us up. He’d take us home as well. Kizzy was an elderly lady, at least fifty or sixty, and never learned to drive. She had tons of money and hired Charlie to drive her around. Oh yeah, and Kizzy’s the person who gave me the moonstone pendant hanging around my neck. The moonstone, with its magical qualities, has taken me to places almost impossible to describe. Boundless, for one.
At the stroke of eleven, everyone poured out of the gym. Charlie pulled up, jumped out of the car and opened the back door for us. When the laughter and rowdy comments started, I realized Cory still had enemies.
“Whoa, Philpott, look at you!”
“Your daddy hire a limo for you?”
“Maybe he should have picked you up in his cop car. You and your trailer trash girlfriend could ride in the back.”
I brushed off the comment about my living arrangements and focused on Cory. Eyes flashing with fury, he stepped aside to let me in the back seat and turned to face his tormentors. “Back off!”
A tall , slim man dressed in the brown uniform of a county deputy stepped between Cory and the taunting crowd. Startled by his sudden appearance, I looked around for his car. No car. Still muttering, the boys who’d been bugging Cory backed away. The man spun to face us and I gasped. Tall and skeletal, he had gray eyes flecked with gold, high cheekbones and long white-blond hair pulled back and fastened with a rubber band. He smiled briefly, revealing an extraordinary number of small pointed teeth. I glanced over at Charlie, who, other than glaring at the crowd, didn’t seem bothered by the man’s appearance.
The strange looking deputy placed a hand on Cory’s arm. “get in the car, lad. Forget about those gents.”
Still stiff with anger, Cory slipped in beside me. Charlie shut the door and hurried around to the driver’s side. Another disaster averted, at least for now.
We rode in silence for a while before I asked, “Who was that guy? A new deputy?”
Cory’s brows shot up in surprise. “You talkin’ about Jim Simpson? Nah, he’s been around for ages.”
Jim Simpson? I knew Jim Simpson, and that person was not Jim Simpson. I sighed. Weird stuff was happening again. No big surprise. Story of my life.
BIO:
A former teacher, coach and school counselor, 
Marilee lives in Washington State and writes full
time. Her books include Castle Ladyslipper, a 
medieval romance, The Rock and Roll Queen of
Bedlam, winner of the 2010 Booksellers Best 
award for romantic suspense, Moonstone, 
Moon Rise, Moon Spun, Shadow Moon, and 
Midnight Moon. Marilee is a member of the 
Romance Writers of America, Pacific Northwest 
Writers Association and the Society of Children’s 
Book Writers and Illustrators.

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Sunday, March 10, 2013

Circle of Lies First Chapter

Circle of Lies

Aiden Wright is trying to figure out who he really is, but the truth could cost him his true mate—or his life.

Life has always been easy for Aiden Wright. He’s smart, athletic, funny, and the ladies adore him. But when tragedy strikes, Aiden discovers the truth about who he really is, and his whole world comes crashing down around him. Aiden thought that being a teenage werewolf was going to be awesome, but it might just cost him the one girl who could make him whole.

Since her mother’s disappearance, Teagan Rhodes’s life has been littered with her father’s empty beer cans and his hollow promises to change. Convinced that others would only let her down, she keeps everyone at arm’s length—but resisting Aiden’s charm is proving to be more difficult than she thought. Throw in a psychotic werewolf hunter out to terminate the species, and one wrong move, one wrong decision could destroy everything.

CHAPTER 1

Teagan 
“I’m taking off, guys. Have a great Thanksgiving,” I yelled to my coworkers as I pulled off my Sephora apron and slid into my winter coat. 
     “See you later, Teagan. Happy Thanksgiving!” Janie replied as she finished up restocking the lip gloss. 
     I’d been kind of hoping that we would be busy, that the store managers would be forced to ask me to stay and work a double, but no such luck. Guess all the shoppers were waiting for Black Friday. I really could have used the extra money, but more importantly, the work would have kept me out of the house a little longer. Holidays are not so fun around there these days. It’s safe to say this is my least favorite time of year. 
     New Mexico. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the weather here. And I used to think it got cold in San Antonio! I guess when you grow up in Texas, you don’t really know the true meaning of winter. As I stepped outside the mall, a rush of cold November air hit me so hard it forced my teeth to chatter uncontrollably. Zipping up my coat, I ran as fast as my frozen legs would carry me to my beat-up Toyota Corolla, circa sometime before I could walk. I always hear kids talk about how much they love their junked out “classic” cars, how those cars have character. Well, my car doesn't have character. It’s a piece of shit. The damned thing’s heater doesn't even work. But, at least I have something, and when you have to buy it for yourself at seventeen you can’t afford to be picky. I could only imagine what it would be like to depend on dear ol’ Dad for transportation. 
     By the time I got home little icicles were forming on my eyelashes, and as I walked up the front steps to our house I saw that evidence of my father’s ever-growing habit littered the porch. By the look of things, he should be fairly close to passing out if not already face-down on the couch. A girl could hope. An entire case of empty beer cans and countless cigarette butts surrounded the wooden rocking chair that my mother bought just before she disappeared. 
     “Disappeared.” That’s the belief my father holds on to—or at least he pretends to hold on to it. Me, I know the truth. Only a fool wouldn't see what really happened. She was miserable at home, hated my father, and had clearly found someone new. Her sudden interest in late-night drives were enough proof for me, but I’d followed her anyway one night just to be sure and ended up at a Motel 6 near the highway. No, she just up and left one day. We moved to Red Ridge, New Mexico, and in just over a month Mom went MIA. No goodbyes, no see-ya-laters; she was just suddenly gone. Life isn't a soap opera where beautiful, mysterious captors abduct women with miserable lives and carry them off to happier ones, though. No, women have to choose to leave. They pack a bag, snag your favorite family portrait from the mantel and just walk out of your life. Out of their children’s lives. Out of everyone’s life. 
     So, that’s what really happened. Only an idiot like my father would believe anything else. Hell, he likely believed that Paris kidnapped Helen of Troy. No way. Helen just took off with that hot younger guy, leaving her sorry-ass husband Menelaus alone. Life would be so much easier if my father would just accept that Mom chose to leave. Then maybe, just maybe, he could move on. 
     I have. I sometimes wonder, though, if the face that launched a thousand ships left a daughter alone with a drunken father. Who knows? Maybe she did. My Greek mythology is a bit rusty, as Mrs. Shultz wasn't the most fascinating teacher ever when we studied it in class last year. 
     The inside of our house wasn't much better than the porch. More empty beer cans, full ashtrays, and the dishes from the night’s dinner welcomed me back, which meant Dad was really messed up. Being a retired Army captain, he’s anything but messy. The house was always clean and orderly, sir! Unless he was drunk. And he never, ever smoked in the house. Something must have really set him off. 
     I put my bag down and hung my coat in the hall closet. The sooner I picked this place up, the sooner I could lock myself in my room and just crash. 
     “Oh…hey…when did you get in?” Dad asked as he stumbled inside from the backyard. 
     “Just now, actually,” I replied as I grabbed a trash can. Trying to avoid confrontation, I walked around the kitchen and living room picking up the mess. Unfortunately, this only seemed to irritate my father. 
     “Don’t do that. I’ll do it tomorrow,” he slurred. 
     “Dad, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I need to clean up so I can attempt to cook this year. I told you that, remember?” 
     “I know damn well what tomorrow is,” he grumbled. “You think I can’t remember what tomorrow is?” 
     There was no use trying to talk to him like this. Instead, I handed him the trashcan and said, “Fine. Have it your way. I was just trying to help.” 
     He didn't reach for the trash can, so I let it drop to the floor and spill out even more evidence of his drinking binge. At first he looked shocked, but that shock soon turned to rage. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but come on, who was the parent? I was sick and tired of trying to make things better all the time when all he did was screw things up. 
     He just stood there, anger boiling inside him. I saw it in his eyes just before he snapped. He kicked the trash aside and tried to grab my arm, but I stepped out of the way just in time and Dad lost his balance and fell to the ground. He wasn't hurt, though, just defeated. The look of failure on his face as he lay there was almost worse than the anger. I reached out to help him up, but he wouldn't let me.   
     “Don’t touch me! Just leave. Leave like your goddamn mother did,” he yelled. 
     “Come on, Dad. Let me help you,” I said. 
     “Get out! Get the hell out of my house!” 
      So I did. I grabbed my bag and coat and left. 
      Leaving the house like this wasn't new to me. It’s not like it happened every day, but I’d walked out quite a few times over the past couple of months so I knew where to go and how long to stay away. The 24-hour diner on the other side of town was always open, so I figured I’d go there and order myself a nice, greasy burger and a few sodas. I was hungry, and in a few hours my father would be good and passed out. Then I would drive home and pretend that nothing ever happened. Just like I did every other time Dad kicked me out.

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Both Sara Dailey and Staci Weber are avid readers, English teachers, friends, wives and soccer moms. 
They have been teaching together for the past ten years and writing together for six.
Born and raised in Houston, TX, Staci Weber is a graduate of the University of North Texas. Staci is a junior high school teacher with an addiction to reading romance novels. She considers herself incredibly lucky to have a close family, some good friends, a fabulous husband and two beautiful little girls.
Sara Dailey co-authored the Red Ridge Pack Novels with her good friend and co-worker Staci Weber. She has a degree in literature from U of H Clear Lake and is a graduate of The Institute of Children’s Literature. Sara is a native Texan and lives with her wonderful husband and son in League City, TX
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Thursday, March 7, 2013

The Curve Ball by J S Scott (My Review)


When Maggie Jones lets her best friend talk her into attending the annual charity mystery single's ball to help her friend out of a jam, she never imagined she would end up paired with the most handsome, eligible man at the ball. Unfortunately, he was also the man that she had secretly adored for over a year. What chance did an overweight pastry chef have with a hunk like Jake Rawlins?

Jake Rawlins wants Maggie Jones, but he can't get her to take his advances seriously. He's been hinting around for a year. Now he's ready to take drastic measures to get Maggie to notice him.

Will Maggie realize that her Prince Charming has finally arrived at the ball, or will she miss out on having a man who truly wants her exactly the way she is just because of her insecurities?


My Review:
This is my first J S Scott book and I grabbed it as a free download.  I am so glad I did!  I adore Jake and his persistence.  That fact that he has to work out more because he goes to the bakery everyday to see Maggie is a scream!   I can totally understand how Maggie took Jake's dating comments as a joking kind of thing. I would have done the same thing.  And then the length that Jake goes through to finally get her attention and make her understand that he is serious is swoon worthy. I couldn't get enough of an attractive man falling head over heels for a plus size woman.  I need more!

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Circle of Lies Review


Circle of Lies

Aiden Wright is trying to figure out who he really is, but the truth could cost him his true mate—or his life.

Life has always been easy for Aiden Wright. He’s smart, athletic, funny, and the ladies adore him. But when tragedy strikes, Aiden discovers the truth about who he really is, and his whole world comes crashing down around him. Aiden thought that being a teenage werewolf was going to be awesome, but it might just cost him the one girl who could make him whole.

Since her mother’s disappearance, Teagan Rhodes’s life has been littered with her father’s empty beer cans and his hollow promises to change. Convinced that others would only let her down, she keeps everyone at arm’s length—but resisting Aiden’s charm is proving to be more difficult than she thought. Throw in a psychotic werewolf hunter out to terminate the species, and one wrong move, one wrong decision could destroy everything.
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MY REVIEW:
I have read "Pack of Lies" which is book 1 of the Red Ridge Pack Series and it was really good as a matter of fact it put Sara and Staci onto my TBR list to watch for more titles.  I can guarantee that "Circle of Lies" book 2 did not disappoint. I Adore Teagan and the way she deals with life and struggles on.  Aiden is just plain yummy and sexy and adorable.  The way Teagan makes Aiden work for her attention is perfect.  Poor guy has never had to actually try before and has no clue.  The bad guy and gal in the book are perfectly hate-able, just the way I like them. I recommend this to all Paranormal lovers of all ages.  5 stars all the way!


BIO:
Both Sara Dailey and Staci Weber are avid readers, English teachers, friends, wives and soccer moms. They have been teaching together for the past ten years and writing together for six.
Born and raised in Houston, TX, Staci Weber is a graduate of the University of North Texas. Staci is a junior high school teacher with an addiction to reading romance novels. She considers herself incredibly lucky to have a close family, some good friends, a fabulous husband and two beautiful little girls.
Sara Dailey co-authored the Red Ridge Pack Novels with her good friend and co-worker Staci Weber. She has a degree in literature from U of H Clear Lake and is a graduate of The Institute of Children’s Literature. Sara is a native Texan and lives with her wonderful husband and son in League City, TX.
  
ONLINE LINKS:
·         Blog  saraandstaci.blogspot.com
·         Website http://www.saraandstaci.com
·         Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sara-Dailey-and-Staci-Weber/102330932229?ref=nf
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·         Twitter  https://twitter.com/Sara_Staci
·         Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17188539-circle-of-lies