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Hell Yeah! Sensing Love

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Blurb Sensing Love

He finally found his soul mate, only to see her violently murdered. All in a dream. Sometimes it’s hell to be a psychic. Mataus Montoya has a mission. Find the woman of his dreams, and change her destiny.

Cara “Mo” Konklin runs Mighty Mo’s, a program for underprivileged children, on her ranch in Prairieville, Louisiana. The former soldier has no time for love and no belief in psychic mumbo jumbo, but when fate throws an abused child in her path, literally. And the crazy psychic’s predictions all come true, including the one that he is the other half of her soul. What is a sensible soldier to do?

Together, Mo and Mataus must protect the child in her care and fight the unknown evil that stalks her in the darkness. Mataus sensed his love, but will his gift be enough to save her or will fortune steal their happily ever after?

 

Excerpt One Sensing Love.

The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains and fell on the beauty that lay beside Mataus.

Bathed in the light she glistened like an angel, her blonde tresses a golden halo surrounding alabaster skin, so soft and smooth it begged for his touch. Pale blonde lashes caressed her cheeks in sleep and her plump pink lips were slightly parted. Mataus leaned down to brush his lips to hers, but before he could taste the sweetness of her mouth he found himself standing in the dark. He was in the country. The smell of hay and horses permeated the air. No moon lit the sky, only a sprinkling of stars. In the faint light he could make out the shape of a barn and a house in the distance, fenced pastures and a gravel drive.

Mataus walked along the gravel road toward the house. A sense of foreboding clawed at his aura. As he grew closer, the outline of a large truck parked in the driveway came into view. A shadow crept around the vehicle.

Evil, a hatred so pure it almost brought him to his knees shot to his mind. An explosion. Flames. A maniacal laugh.

Mataus woke with a start. Sweat drenched his body. For three nights now he had dreamed of the angel in his bed, but this was the first time he had sensed danger surrounding her. Fuck! He threw the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, swiping his hands down his face.

He needed a shower to think. Heaving himself off the bed he staggered to the bathroom and turned the spray on as hot as he could stand it. As the pounding water eased his taut muscles flashes of his dream ran through his head. He closed his eyes and the woman appeared in front of him, so vibrant and real, he wanted to reach out and touch her. In his heart, he knew she was the key. The missing essence that would blend with his aura and complete his soul.

Switching off the water, Mataus scrubbed a towel over his skin and walked to the sink. Naked, he ran the electric razor over his face, brushing his teeth at the same time. A heavy swipe of deodorant, to combat the New Orleans heat, then a splash of cologne and he was set for the day.

Sauntering into the bedroom he threw on a pair of well-worn jeans and a T-shirt that said, You’re never too old to have invisible friends. Barefoot, he headed for the kitchen and some chicory coffee and a beignet.

As soon as Mataus had a little caffeine in his system he knew what he needed to do. He had to call his cousin Harley.

 

Excerpt Two Sensing Love.

Shannon had badgered her endlessly, so Mo had given in, and much to her chagrin. She now sat at the long polished bar at the Spotted Cat Jazz Club. Shannon insisted it was “real” New Orleans jazz, not the gimmicky stuff for tourists, but a place the locals loved. Personally, Mo liked country music. However, she wouldn’t dare say that in here, she’d probably get killed with just a look.

She glanced at her watch for the tenth time and lamented the fact that her friend was running late as usual. Mo ran on military time. If you were supposed to be somewhere at nineteen hundred hours, seven o’clock civilian time, then you got there at a quarter to seven or you were late. Shannon ran on southern time. That meant she arrived around seven-thirty, if Mo was lucky.

She sipped her slippery nipple and tapped her foot on the bar stool. Mo didn’t have PTSD exactly, but she was uncomfortable in crowds. She liked to keep her back to the wall and her eye on the door. In this place, however, if she moved to a back booth, she wouldn’t be able to see the entrance. Her eyes nevertheless, scanned the room in a continuous arc, unconsciously searching the room for danger, and she kept an ever-present gaze toward the front door.

Therefore, she couldn’t have missed his entrance. Six-foot-three inches of solid muscle encased in black leather pants and a skin tight black T-shirt sauntered in the door. His face was surrounded by a mass of shaggy brown hair, but it was the deep black eyes that zeroed in on her that held her stunned. Those eyes shone with a moment of incredible recognition, quickly masked, and then his face split into a brilliant smile. Bright white teeth flashed in his dark skin, and the man headed straight for her.

Oh shit! Cara turned back to the bar, hoping in vain the man would not approach. She knew her ploy had failed when she felt a warm presence at her side.

“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice with a slight Cajun lilt asked, sending heat cascading up her spine. As much as Cara wanted to say “yes” she couldn’t lie. “No, please have a seat,” she answered.

“Mataus Montoya,” he said extending a hand to her. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his. A spark zipped up her arm at the contact.

“Cara Konklin, but you can call me Mo.”

“Really? How do you get Mo out of Cara?”

“Long story. I was in service and it’s just what I ended up with as a nickname. Everyone calls me Mo.”

“But you won’t tell me how you got the nickname?”

“Nope, gotta earn that privilege.”

“Well, I look forward to that. Can I buy you a drink, Mo?”

“I’m still good with this one, but thanks.”

“You here all alone?”

“No, I’m waiting for friends. They are running late, as usual,” she muttered.

“Uh oh. Not happy with your friends?”

“Oh, I’m not mad. Just irritated. Shannon is always late. It’s a pet peeve of mine.”

“I’ll try to remember that too.”

“Why would you need to remember that?”

“Because I will be seeing you again.”

“Moving a little fast there, cowboy. What makes you think so?”

“I can see the future?”

Mo raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? Does that line ever work with girls?”

Mataus laughed. “I’m not joking. I’m a psychic,” he said with a straight face.

“You’re really not joking are you?”

He reached out and took both her hands in his. “No, I’m not.”

Mo was getting a little freaked out. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

He stroked a thumb across her knuckles. “Because I’ve been dreaming of you.”

She pulled her hands back as if she’d been burned. What the fuck?

“Okay, mister, did somebody give you a day pass from the funny farm?”

The man had the gall the laugh, hard. “No, sweet Mo. I love that name, by the way. I am not an escaped mental patient. You do know you are in New Orleans, right? Home of psychics, HooDoo, VooDoo, and all kinds of other spiritual phenomenon.”

“I live in Prairieville, I’m not used to you crazy New Orleans folk,” Mo replied.

Mataus shook his head. “We’re not crazy, just a little different.”

“If you say so,” Mo knew she looked skeptical. Shannon and Mike chose that moment to make an appearance. Shannon threw her arms around Mo’s neck from behind and kissed her cheek.

“Hey lady, sorry we’re late. The sitter was late—”

“Save it, soldier. I know the drill,” Mo interrupted.

Shannon laughed. “Yeah, I know, ‘no excuses, soldier.’ So, who’s the handsome honey keeping you company? Introduce us.”

“Mataus Montoya, may I present my erstwhile friends Shannon and Mike Hodgins.”

“Mataus Montoya? Are you the Mataus Montoya? The famous artist? The one that does all those fabulous landscapes of New Orleans?” Shannon asked.

Mataus blushed. “Guilty as charged, yes.”

“Wow, Mo. You’re sitting with a celebrity.”

“Hmm, I thought you said you were a psychic? And frankly, I thought you were crazy.”

Shannon looked from one to the other with curiosity.

“I am a psychic, I didn’t say it was my job,” Mataus replied. “And I told you I wasn’t crazy.”

“What’s going on here?” Shannon asked.

“Let’s get a table. I think we have some talking to do,” Mo said.

 

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I was thrilled when Sable Hunter asked me to write for the Hell Yeah series! I have always loved the McCoys, and Sable is one of my favorite authors. My book, Sensing Love, is linked to Sable’s book, Burning Love, which is one of my favorites. I adored Harley and Beau and it was so fun to include them in this book!

I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Mo is a very special character to me. She is based on one of my foster daughters, a real life heroine, and US Army veteran.  Tell me in the comments if you have a hero/heroine in your life.

 

 

Clutch ~ a novel ~ Lisa Becker

clutch: a novel is the laugh-out-loud, chick
lit romance chronicling the dating misadventures of Caroline Johnson, a single
purse designer who compares her unsuccessful romantic relationships to styles
of handbags – the “Hobo” starving artist, the “Diaper Bag” single dad, the
“Briefcase” intense businessman, etc. With her best friend, bar owner Mike by
her side, the overly-accommodating Caroline drinks a lot of Chardonnay, puts
her heart on the line, endures her share of unworthy suitors and finds the
courage to discover the “Clutch” or someone she wants to hold onto.

Excerpt

Mimi Johnson was casually dressed in a brightly-colored blouse with enormous turquoise jewelry and equally-oversized glasses.  Despite that largesse, the only thing truly bigger than her personality (and her bosom) was her handbag.  It was always perfectly matched to her clothing, shoes, and jewelry.  She was like a walking Chico’s advertisement, if you added forty years, forty pounds, and a Virginia Slims cigarette.  From her Mary Poppins-like bag, she pulled out a box, impeccably-wrapped in glossy pink paper with a white grosgrain ribbon bow.  A cigarette teetered between her two fingers while she produced a lung-hacking cough.

“Open it… <cough, cough> …sweetie.  Open it,” she said to her seven-year-old great niece, Caroline, a beautiful and vibrant girl with long blonde hair and oversized blue eyes.

Alive with anticipation, sweet young Caroline eagerly took the box and smiled up at Mimi.  She gingerly removed the ribbon, planning to save it for later.  The glossy paper was less of interest and she ripped through it quickly.  She opened the box and gently lifted out a hot pink purse, adorned with pale pink flowers and rhinestones.  An enormous smile overcame her.  Caroline nearly set her own hair on fire from Mimi’s cigarette as she bounded into her aunt’s arms.

“Oh, thank you, Aunt Mimi.  It’s lovely.”

And that was when Caroline’s love of handbags began.  From big and loud ones that would make Mimi proud to unimposing wristlets, from bowler bags to satchels; it didn’t matter if they were made of canvas or calf-skin leather, were distressed or embellished with metal studs.  Hell, she didn’t care if you called them pocketbooks or purses.   She just loved them all – almost as much as she loved Mimi.

By the time she was a junior in high school and well on her way to being class valedictorian, it was the hundreds of bags Caroline owned that helped her conceptualize her ticket out of her suffocating small Georgian town. She would design handbags.  And it was Mimi who was her steadfast cheerleader.

“Caroline, sweetie… <cough, cough> …you find something you love and you just hold onto it.”  It had never mattered if Caroline was asking Mimi’s advice about a friend, lover, or career.  The advice was always the same: “Find something you love and hold onto it.”

Mimi’s words ever-present in her mind, Caroline headed to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising and spent four years in Los Angeles learning everything there was to know to pursue her passion. Then, right out of college, she spent three years working in the design and marketing departments of two of the world’s leading high-end handbag designers.

She was schooled in beauty and how to accessorize the perfectly-coiffed women on the way to their Botox appointments. But Caroline was pulled by the nagging feeling that the very person who had inspired her career, Mimi, could never afford the bags she designed, even if Caroline used her generous employee discount on Mimi’s behalf.  And God forbid Mimi would ever accept one as a gift, always preferring to give rather than receive.   But Caroline believed there was no reason for anyone to be denied the ultimate in accessories. She saw an untapped market of designing beautiful and affordable bags, but she just wasn’t sure she was start-up potential. Again, it was Mimi who nudged her to learn the business side of things and apply to MBA programs. When Caroline was accepted to Harvard Business School, Mimi of course encouraged her.

“You’ve got this, sweetie. <cough, cough>,” she said.  “It’s in the bag.”

***

Caroline was sitting in Financial Reporting and Control on her first day of Harvard classes (and yes, the class turned out to be as boring as it sounded).  That’s when she first eyed Mike, who was wearing a faded pair of Levi jeans, a washed-out vintage Rolling Stones T-shirt, and Converse sneakers.  He oozed charisma.  Turning her head away from him and back toward the front of the lecture hall, Caroline thought that if he were a handbag, he would be a grey leather tote – confident and dependable, but not trying too hard.

Mike surveyed the large lecture hall as he walked in, a Starbucks coffee cup in each hand.  After descending the steps slowly, he took a seat next to Caroline and planted one of the white and green cups on her desk.

Flashing a wide, dimpled smile, which she mused he reserved for getting girls to drop their panties, he said, “Here.  You look like you’re going to need this.”

“Thanks,” she replied in a suspicious tone, turning her head sideways to look at him and raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Mike,” he said, again flashing a smile and reaching out for a handshake.

“I’m Caroline.  Thanks for the…”

“Latte.”

“Latte,” she confirmed.  “Thanks.  But just so you know, I’m not gonna sleep with you,” she said in an apparent attempt to establish up front she wasn’t taken in by his obvious charm.

“I know,” he replied matter-of-factly.

Before she could respond, Professor Beauregard, a stout man with excessive eyebrows, spoke up.

“Please take note of where you are seated.  I will send around a seating chart for you to mark your spot.  This will be your seat for the remainder of the semester.”

“Looks like we’ll be seatmates,” Mike said, grinning at her.

“Looks like it,” she replied.

***

About three months into the first semester, Caroline learned that her fun-loving, easy-going new best buddy Mike wasn’t exactly who he appeared to be.

November 2- Chick
Lit Plus
– Review
November 3 – Chick Lit Goddess – Excerpt
November 4 – Love Chick Lit – Q&A
November 4 – Little Miss Drama Queen – Excerpt
November 5 – SSLY Blog – Excerpt
November 5 – Change the Word – Q&A
November 6 – The Phantom Paragrapher
– Review
November 11 – Granny Loves to Read – Review
& Excerpt
November 12 – Living Life With Joy – Q&A
November 13 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews
Review, Q&A & Excerpt
 
lisaclutchAuthor Bio
In addition to clutch: a novel, Lisa Becker is the author of the Click Trilogy, a contemporary romance series comprised ofClick: An Online Love Story, Double Click and Right Click.  She’s written bylined articles about dating and relationships for “Cupid’s Pulse,” “The Perfect Soulmate,” “GalTime,” “Single Edition,” “Healthy B Daily” and “Chick Lit Central” among others.  She lives in Manhattan Beach, California with her husband and two daughters.  To learn more, visit www.lisawbecker.com
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Review – Texas Two Step by Cynthia D’Alba

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Texas Two Step by Cynthia D’Alba

Series: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book One

Release Date: February 28, 2012

Publisher:  Samhain Publishing; LTD.

Pages / File Size: 210 Pages

Source:  book provided by publisher for review

Tags: Contemporary Romance

Blurb: trust beyond repair.
After six years and too much self-recrimination, rancher Mitch Landry is ready to admit he was wrong. He’d loved Olivia Montgomery but commitment wasn’t high on his list back then. That was his first mistake. He’s just divorced his second, and he’s set to do whatever it takes to convince Olivia to give him another try.
Through hard work, determination and more than a few tears, Olivia survived the break-up with Mitch. She’s rebuilt her life around her business and the son she loves more than life itself. She’s not proud of the mistakes she’s made–particularly the secrets she’s kept–but when life hands you manure, you use it to make something better of yourself…lest you get stuck in it.
At a hot, muggy Dallas wedding, they reconnect. Olivia’s first instinct is to play it cool, but after one devastating kiss things flare out of control, real fast. Maybe a quick roll in the hay will get him out of her system once and for all. Funny thing about hay though, once it’s tangled in your hair, getting it out risks revealing things that were never meant to see the light of day.

Review: Olivia Montgomery is a woman that has had a to redo her life for the past six years. There are some decisions that she had to make and she just hopes that they are the right ones. She never second guesses herself until the man she loved Mitch Landry comes back in the picture for their friends wedding. The sparks that they had six years ago is even hotter now. All Olivia wants is to have one more night with Mitch and have him to go back to his ranch before her secret is revealed. Seems fate is working against her and all secrets are soon revealed. Nothing will ever be the same again.

I started reading this book and it was one that I just couldn’t seem to put down. I got caught up in all the drama. I never knew what an emotional book this would be. The characters where truly well matched and they still had a love that could survive six years. All I can say is that Mitch really had some growing up to do before he could be the man he was meant to be. It does take awhile for everyone to get over the secrets and lies that were made. Even though I didn’t read the little book that came before this one that showed everything that happened six years ago and added up to everything else that happened.  I didn’t feel in any way that I was missing anything. I felt that the author did a wonderful job telling the past and the present.

These are the kind of stories that I love to read. The kind where there will be a happy ending but you get to see all the trials that everyone has to get through to get to that ending. It seems that the families really like each other and where there for each other. Even though a secret was just kept away from one person. I had to wonder that if Mitch had known would he have still made the same decision or would he have taken the love that he had for Olivia for granted and never grown into the strong man that he is. I can’t wait to read the other books in this series. I know that the author will be weaving more and more stories and I know we will see Mitch and Olivia in them also.

If you love stories that have happy endings and that explosive feelings that the characters have no chance of fighting then this is the book for you.

Favorite Quote:

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Reviewer: Crystal N.

Purchase links: http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Step-Montgomery-Mavericks-ebook/dp/B00669PHFW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1373066170&sr=1-1&keywords=texas+two+step+cynthia+d%27alba