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Snapshot ~ Cover Reveal

Title: Snapshot
Author: Rebel Farris
Genre: Romance Suspense Novella 
Release Date: January 18, 2018

 

Love stories don’t usually start with tripping over a dead body.
But mine did because that’s when I met him.
Xander Novak wasn’t like the guys from around here. The cowboy with a mysterious accent had secrets, sure. But he helped me escape certain death and welcomed me into his home.
Or did he? Because his home could be my safe haven… or it could be my prison.
And I could be walking straight into the arms of a killer.

 


Rosie’s Mix Tape

Pictures of Matchstick Men by Camper Van Beethoven
Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes
Heroes by David Bowie
Love Shack by The B-52s
Stand by R.E.M.
So Alive by Love and Rockets
Whip It by DEVO
Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles
Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart
I Melt With You by Modern English
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper
In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins
Kiss by Prince
She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals
Faith by George Michael

Xander’s Record Collection

The Most Beautiful Girl by Charlie Rich
Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’ by Charlie Pride
Oh Lonesome Me by Don Gibson
He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones
Mammas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys by Waylon Jennings
Stand by Your Man by Tammy Wynette
You Never Even Called Me By My Name by David Allen Coe
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry by Hank Williams
Good Hearted Woman by Willie Nelson
Crazy by Patsy Cline
I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash
Your Cheatin’ Heart by Hank Williams
Pancho and Lefty by Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson
Rebel Farris is a romantic suspense author. She’s also the mom of three lunatics plus two perfect pups (Spike and Snakefinder) currently residing in Austin, TX. A native Texan and former military wife, she spent three years living in Seoul, South Korea (where part of her heart will always belong) and every corner of her home state before settling down. One day she hopes to live out the dreams of her nomadic soul, by traveling the world. All while pouring out the myriad of stories that fill her not-so-normal mind. She’ll just have to wait until her brats graduate and leave the house first.

 

When she’s not busy writing her newest project, she can probably be found curling up with a good book, hiding behind a lens of one of her many cameras, or going on adventures with her kids. Champion of the anti-hero, Rebel loves to write suspenseful and unpredictable stories while making people fall in love with the bad guy and the broken souls.
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New Release- Love’s Resolution

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Blurb Love’s Resolution:

Josey Clifford has struggled for three years. She’s fought the big C and won, but she’s lost a lot along the way; her breasts, her husband, her hair, her confidence in herself as a woman. New Year’s Eve and one year Cancer free, she has her resolution. Find a hot guy and give her new boobs a test drive.

Connor McCallum’s wife took his daughter and left the state. Needless to say, he isn’t looking to jump into a new relationship, but a man has needs. Josey seems perfect for him. She wants just what he does, sex with no strings. So, why does he find himself thinking about her all the time?

Two broken souls can come together and form a whole or break each other into a million pieces that can never be put together again. What will be Love’s Resolution?

Excerpt one:

“A bit presumptuous aren’t you? I don’t recall being asked if I wanted to leave with you or if I wanted a drink.”

He looked down at her with those amazing eyes. “I’m sorry, I tend to take what I want and I want you.”

Tingles raced down her spine, damn. She cleared her throat. “Wow, you don’t waste any time, do you, Connor? Could we slow it down it bit?”

Connor slid his hand up and down her back. “I’ll try. Let’s get you that drink and find a place to sit down and talk.”

“That sounds good. I need a drink about now.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad, am I?”

She arched a brow at him. “No, you’re that good,” she said with a flirty smile.

He squeezed her hip. “Umm, I like that answer.” They walked up to the bar, Josey ordered a screwdriver and Connor got another beer. He led them to the side of the room and miraculously they found two empty chairs.

“Kismet,” he said.

“So it seems.”

“I’ll go first. I’m thirty-six years old. I own McCullum motors, the best car dealership in Juniper Hills. I’m divorced. It was messy. I have a beautiful daughter, Dani. She’s ten years old. However, my bitch of an ex-wife managed to get the judge to grant her permission to leave the state with my daughter. I barely get to see her now, and it breaks my heart. So, I’ll be really honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship. I’ve been there, done that, got the T-shirt. But I get lonely. I miss having someone to spend time with. Enjoy a nice dinner. Companionship. And sex.”

Josey smiled. “So you’re looking for a friend with benefits?”

Connor cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, I guess that’s about right. I never thought of it that way, but that about sums it up.”

“Funny you should say that, because I came here tonight looking to hook-up with no-strings. We might just be perfect for each other.”

Connor took her hands and looked into her eyes. “Josey, believe me I’m not complaining, but you don’t seem like a one-night stand kind of girl to me. Your hands are clammy and shaking. You told me to slow my roll earlier. So tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m afraid if I do it will ruin everything. You won’t want me anymore.” She stared at the floor between her feet.

Connor tipped her chin up so she was looking at him. “That’s not gonna happen. Tell me.”

Josey pulled her hands back and wiped them down her jeans. She stared into his eyes. “I’m a cancer survivor. I’ve had a double mastectomy.”

His eyes involuntarily flickered to her breasts and he gestured with his hand. Stuttering a little he asked, “Are you wearing prosthesis?”

She shook her head. “No, I had reconstructive surgery. They’re all mine. They look and feel pretty real, but…I don’t have normal feeling in them. Not like before the surgeries.”

“Surgeries?”

“Yeah, it took five procedures to totally reconstruct my breasts.”

“Wow, I had no idea.”

“Most people don’t. I haven’t had sex in over three years. Since my husband left me.”

The shocked look on Connor’s face would have been comical if it weren’t for the subject matter. “Your husband left you while you were fighting breast cancer?”

Josey shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, he ‘couldn’t deal.’”

Josey watched anger flare across Connor’s face. “I’d like to deal a punch to his face.”

She shook her head. “I’m past being angry. It’s his loss. I survived. Now I know he wasn’t the man I thought he was. I’m better off.”

“Damn straight, what an asshole.”

Josey laughed. “There were times I called him much worse than that.”

“I can imagine.”

Connor pulled her into his arms. “No man worth his salt would ever leave a woman he loved because of something physical, that’s just stupid! A body is only a vessel; you love what’s on the inside.”

She gazed up at him. “But you don’t know me, you don’t know what’s on the inside. You were attracted to the shell.”

“You’re right, I was. You’re a beautiful woman, but that beauty isn’t just on the outside. It’s your spirit that shines through when your smile lights up the room. The shy way you tilt your head when someone compliments you. The openness you show in sharing your story with a virtual stranger. I think you’re a very special lady, Josey. Come home with me and let me show you how special you are.” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His hand moved to the back of her head holding her in place and he increased the pressure, licking the seam of her lips and seeking entrance. She opened for him on a sigh and his tongue slipped inside to mate with hers. Soft and sweet, but full of passion and longing.

Whoops and catcalls came from the crowd. Shouts of “Get a room,” and “Way to go, Connor.”

He pulled back and stared down at her. “Ignore the jackasses. Please, come with me?”

Excerpt two:

The phone rang and he looked down at the caller I.D., ready to jump down Jessica’s throat. However, it was Chance calling. Connor took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Hey, man, how are you?”

“Fine and dandy. You and that little friend of Momma’s disappeared from the party pretty quick. You get lucky?”

“Ain’t like you to ask a man to kiss and tell, Chance. Your Momma put you up to this?”

“Well,” Chance dragged out the word. “She is Momma’s friend and you know Momma.”

“Yeah, I know Momma Ryan. Josey’s cool, Chance. In fact, I was gonna bring you a case of beer for introducing us.”

“Hot damn, well don’t let me stop you. I can always use free beer. If everything is good with Josey, how come you sound like I kicked your dog?”

“You always could read me. Just more crap with Jess.”

“What’s the bitch up to now?”

“Same shit, she’s not bringing Dani again this weekend.”

“Man, that shit’s gotta stop.”

“I know, I’m working it. I called Jacob again this morning, but he’s in court.”

“Anything I can do?”

“I wish, maybe I’ll need you for a character reference.”

Chance laughed. “In a minute, cowboy.”

“Thanks, you’ve been a great friend through all this.”

“I wouldn’t have made it through those ten years without Carrie if it hadn’t have been for you, Connor.”

“Shit, now we sound like a couple of girls.”

“Damn, you’re right. Better talk about bull riding or football or they’ll pull our man cards.”

Connor laughed. “Changing the subject. If you can get a babysitter, maybe you and Carrie and Josey and me could get together one night and do the town? What do you say?”

“Whoa, you’re going out with her again?”

“Um, yeah. We’re kinda dating.”

“Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit! I don’t believe it! Connor McCallum is dating?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, man, I have to rib you.”

“Okay, get it out of your system.”

“Mr. ‘I’m never gonna date again, women are poison.’”

“Yeah, I know, but Josey is different.”

“She’s that good in bed?”

“Shut up, shit head.”

Chance roared with laughter. “Damn, she is!”

“You’re such a dick.”

Chance was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Wait till I tell Carrie.”

“You better keep your pie hole shut, you gossipy girl. I don’t want you embarrassing Josey.”

“Fine,” Chance said. “But you’ll owe me.”

“What else is new,” Connor muttered.

“I’ll ask Carrie about going out. It will be a hoot.”

“Now I’m sorry I asked you asshole.”

“Too late now, douchebag. And don’t forget my beer. I’ll talk to you later.” Chance hung up, still laughing.

Connor smiled, he’d needed the call from his friend to change his mood for the day.

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Challenge Accepted ~ Annabeth Leong

AL_ChallengeAccepted_coverlgChallenge Accepted By Annabeth Leong (@annabethleong)

 

Blurb:

 

After being shamed for her dominant desires too many times, Christine has resolved never to date a vanilla man again. She needs a man who knows he’s submissive, and she’s determined to hold out until she finds one.

 

Until she meets Sam, that is. Christine can’t bring herself to turn down the handsome parkour aficionado, so instead she tries to scare him off with an intensely kinky first date.

 

When Sam meets her extreme challenges head-on, Christine must decide if he can become the man to serve her every need—in the bedroom, and in her life.

 

Warnings: m/f anal play; BDSM content includes impact play, foot worship, dominance and submission, clamps placed in fairly extreme locations, and implied piercings.

 

Excerpt:

 

Even seeing only her back, Sam had no trouble recognizing Christine as he carried a sack of dirty clothes into the basement laundry room of his new apartment building. He’d liked her tall, thick frame the moment he’d caught her watching him, and he liked the way she moved. She folded clothes with sure, clean gestures. He’d been an athlete for enough of his life that he could immediately spot a woman in full control of her body and presence.

 

He hefted the laundry onto his shoulder and assumed a casual stance. He made his movements feel easy so they would look easy. “Christine.”

 

She turned. He liked that she didn’t jump. Maybe she knew he was coming.

 

He saw her reacting to him—gaze flicking down his body, body shifting to emphasize her hip. Her eyes were fierce, not welcoming. She looked as if she might be about to set him on fire. Apart from that, though, her nod was polite and distant.

 

Stretching and making a show of it, he set the laundry down beside a free machine. He didn’t know what to think of the contradictions he read in her body language. He was intrigued and wanted to get to know her. She, on the other hand, wasn’t being clear about what she wanted. He couldn’t tell if she was hoping he’d strike up a conversation or wishing he’d drop his clothes into the wash and get the hell out.

 

Sam had been raised in the type of family that communicated in code, and he didn’t like it. The only way he knew to make sense of the world was to speak his mind. “You up for company?”

 

She hesitated. “I think so,” she said finally.

 

“I’m glad.” His voice came out softer than he’d intended, his tone deferent.

 

There was something about Christine that made him want to address her that way. He stole glances as he started a washer. She dressed professionally, but not in an imposing way. Her body looked strong, but her shoulders were relaxed, her face at ease. She didn’t loom or intimidate, though he imagined she could if she wanted to. She had big, dark eyes and rich, brown skin. Her features weren’t delicate—he liked the bold lines of her nose and jaw—but neither were they harsh. The only hint of real severity he could see was in the way she wore her hair—straightened to within an inch of its life and sharply restrained.

 

“The weather’s gotten nice,” Sam said, reaching for an easy conversation starter. “Anything you’re looking forward to doing now?”

 

Christine shrugged. “Not wearing a heavy jacket.” Was that a touch of humor in the curve of her lips? He wasn’t sure.

 

“Definitely.” Sam kept his voice light. “You recognized parkour. Is that your sport?”

 

She laughed. “Afraid not.” Sam wondered if she was warming to him, but she was still so difficult to read. He hated the idea of lingering where he wasn’t wanted.

 

“Look,” he said. “I’d like to get to know you. I’d like to take you out sometime. Are you interested?” He had a nice Italian restaurant in mind if she said yes. If she said no, he’d ignore the flickers of interest he kept feeling from her.

 

She didn’t agree or refuse, though. Instead, she looked pained. “Why would you ask me that? We’ve got nothing in common.”

 

Sam stepped back, holding up his hands. “I asked because I wanted to know your answer,” he said, the words low and even. “If you’re not, it’s cool. I won’t bother you about it.” He’d be disappointed, of course, but he wasn’t the kind of jerk who would try to make a woman feel guilty about turning him down.

 

Christine reached toward him but dropped her arm just before she made contact. “You couldn’t handle me.”

 

Sam probably should have walked away at that point, but he’d noticed the way she’d almost touched him and the stubborn part of him couldn’t let the challenge pass. “What do you mean, I couldn’t handle you?”

 

Familiar anger rose to his chest. In high school, everyone had assumed he was a nerd because he was Chinese. He’d been told he wouldn’t be able to handle being on the football team, wouldn’t be able to handle American-style boxing—though everyone also seemed to expect him to be an expert at Wing Chun—and wouldn’t be able to handle going with the other guys on the team to play pranks on the local rivals.

 

Sam had responded to each of those challenges by proving his doubters wrong, doing everything better and harder than the people who had questioned him. He’d given up on obligatory popular sports to focus on parkour, but there was still a part of him that thrilled each time he pulled off a difficult move, exulting that, yet again, he’d shown them.

 

Christine’s skin darkened with a blush, but she lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m kinky, okay? I doubt you’re ready for that.”

 

Sam blinked. “Wow, okay. That seems like something we could sort out after we go on a date and find out if we like each other. No need to jump ahead.”

 

“No point.” She shook her head, the gesture firm and dismissive. “It’s a waste of time to get to know each other if we’re just going to wind up incompatible.”

 

“Really?” Sam bristled. It irritated him when women assumed a Chinese guy wouldn’t know anything about sex, and he hoped that wasn’t what was going on. “I have heard about that book, you know. The one all the women are reading.”

 

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. I like to be the one on the handle end of the flogger. You don’t want it, trust me.”

 

Sam had almost no idea what that entailed, but he pressed, annoyed that she’d presumed to tell him what he would and wouldn’t want. “How do you know? Talk to me about it first. Try me.”

 

“If you don’t already know about it, it’s just not going to work. I promise.”

 

Sam had never been aware of an interest in kink, but he couldn’t stand assumptions. “Tell me straight-out what you want to do,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll tell you whether or not I want to do it.”

 

Christine stared as if he’d suggested a really strange plan. It reminded Sam of so many movies he’d seen, times when characters acted like telling the truth was such an odd and original thing to come up with. “I don’t know…” she said.

 

He grabbed his now-empty laundry bag. The fabric snapped as he yanked it through the air. The fresh, warm scent pouring from the dryers seemed sour in that moment. “Or turn me down. Just don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.”

 

Again, she moved as if she wanted to take hold of his wrist and stop him. Sam paused, trying to make it clear he would let her if that was what she wanted to do. They were still for a while, and then he gave up and walked to the door.

 

“Wait,” Christine said before he could leave.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Maybe. Do you use IM? Can we talk later?”

 

He shrugged. “Sure.” This was probably another part of the brush-off. Maybe she thought it would be nicer if she offered to chat online. He didn’t particularly like that tactic, but he didn’t feel like criticizing it now. Without expecting to hear from her again, he gave her his username.

 

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Annabeth Leong wears high heels and frequents the former haunts of H.P. Lovecraft. She is obsessed with baseball and marine life, and is an enthusiastic member of New England Feet. She is frequently confused about her sexuality, but enjoys searching for answers. Her work appears in more than 50 anthologies, including Best Bondage Erotica 2013, 2014, and 2015, Best Women’s Erotica 2015, and Best Erotic Romance 2014 and 2015. She is the author of a number of erotic novels, ranging from sweet to dark. Find Annabeth online at annabetherotica.com, and on Twitter @AnnabethLeong.

 

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Review – The Wicked – Thes Harrison

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The adventure of a lifetime might just end in turmoil, but when it includes meeting your future mate, who gives a hoot?

A Novella of the Elder Races

For a librarian with a focus on rare magic books, Olivia’s new job is a dream come true. She has been hired as part of a team to help manage the safe transportation of the collection of books owned by the Vampyre sorceress Carling Severan. The fact that the library is located on a mysterious island in an Other land only heightens the adventure.

Head of security for the expedition, Sebastian Hale is tired of his rootless life of adventure and finds himself attracted to the calm, beautiful librarian. But he is living a personal nightmare. He has been hit with a curse that is slowly taking away his sight, and he doesn’t know if he will survive the results.

But the powerful feelings growing between them, along with Sebastian’s inner turmoil, take a backseat when they learn there is a traitor lurking among their expedition team. With Elder Races politics and a priceless library on the line, they’ll have to rely on each other to survive the experience.

Warning: When a librarian who likes to nest meets an owl Wyr who has always lived for adventure, their romance won’t just be fly-by-night…

Tamara’s Review

I love the Elder races series, I’m not sure how I missed the release of this one, but I found it now! I love Thea’s writing style and her beautiful turn of a phrase.
The suspense is good, the love scenes hot and the characters likeable. I enjoyed getting to see a glimpse of Grace and Kahlill, though I would have liked to have seen more of the characters from the other Elder races books, in a short it really wasn’t feasible.
I love the fact that Thea’s heroes and heroines are different in more ways than just species. FOr instance our hero, Sebastian in Wicked is only about 5’6″ tall! He is still a sexy hunk, but not your standard “tall, dark and handsome.” And Olivia is a self-proclaimed nerd. Love is for everyone! Not just the beautiful people. lol
Take a ride to “the Wicked” side!

hearts 51Flames 4
SSLY recommended read

Book Tour ~ Almost Matched ~ A. O. Peart

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TITLE – Almost Matched (book #1)
SERIES – Almost Bad Boys
AUTHOR – A.O. Peart
GENRE – New Adult Romantic Comedy novella
PUBLICATION DATE – November 8, 2013
PUBLISHER – Three Graces Publishing
COVER ARTIST – Regina Wamba

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TAG LINE:
Would you take another shot at love? Or just settle on a friend with benefits?

TEASER LINE:
Their heartbreaking past will move you. Their passion will make you blush. Their antics will make you laugh out loud.

BLURB:
Twenty-five-year-old Natalie Davenport lugs substantial baggage. One boyfriend after the next has been a total disaster, leaving Natalie distrustful toward the male population in general. So when Colin Hampton crosses her path, she’s cautious. Her heart (and some other body parts!) nudges her to go for it, while her head wants her to run for the hills.

Colin is one of those gorgeous guys who attract women, no matter the age or marital status. With a successful career at a popular Seattle radio station, hard body, and charming personality, he is the complete package. But something dark lurks in the corners of his soul; some murky experience that has changed him—maybe for the better, but maybe for the worse.

Will he steal her heart and stomp over it like other guys did?

Will she let him into her heavily fortified world despite herself?

Or will they settle somewhere in the middle—establishing the emotional boundaries to protect them from falling in love?

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Disclaimer

This contemporary romantic comedy blends humor, sensuality, and angst, with zany characters and witty dialogue. You will laugh out loud while blushing in embarrassment.
**Warning: contains sexual situations (some quite vivid!), profanity, and a high dose of sarcasm. Oh, and there is a lot of appletini and beer drinking.
May not be appropriate for readers under 18 years old. Not intended for prudes and killjoys with no sense of humor**

THE SERIES:
The Almost Bad Boys series are the stories of four feisty twenty-something women who refuse to let their past drag them down.

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Amazon Kindle Link | Barnes & Nobles Nook Link | Goodreads Link

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EXCERPT

I lean over the sleek slab of wood that serves as the bar and signal the bartender. He frowns at me, murmurs something in response, and turns his back to me. O-kay, not a big deal, maybe he’s having a bad day. Or maybe he is a grumpy dickhead every waking minute of his life. I take my cell phone out and check for emails and texts. There is a text from Jena. She’s wondering if we could get together. Any other night I would say ‘yes’, but not tonight.
I’m busy, typing the response to Jena and don’t pay attention to what’s happening around me. The Grumpy Dickhead stands in front of me, buffing a tall beer glass, his mouth set in a grim line. “So what’s it gonna be?”

He startles me, and so I jump, dropping my phone onto the bar. Fuck. My heart wedges itself semi-permanently into the bottom of my throat. The Grumpy Dickhead continues to stare as if I killed his first-born. Well, if his first-born is as nasty as him, he probably deserves to die. No, I honestly didn’t just think that.

“Uhm… appletini please,” I choke out.

He grunts something and turns to mix my drink. I decide to watch him. You never know. Maybe his other job is delivering mail. He seems on the verge of going postal. I stretch my neck to monitor what exactly goes into my drink. I feel a pat on my shoulder. I jump again. Geez! What the fuck? Am I destined for a heart attack today?
It’s Colin. His smile is nothing short of radiant. My heart does that little flip I know way too well. Steady, I tell myself. Steady, girl.

“You look nice,” Colin says, settling onto a stool next to mine.

“Thank you,” I murmur, horrified at the effect he already has on me.

“Were you waiting long?” He glances at his watch. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Nah. I just got here.”

The Grumpy Dickhead slams my drink in front of me. The contents almost slosh. I ignore it. He takes Colin’s order and leaves.

“What are you drinking?” Colin asks.

“Appletini. I seem to always stick with appletinis. Unless I drink beer. Or sometimes red wine. Not so much white wine though. Nah, I don’t really care for white wine.” Okay, I’m blabbering. It’s time to shut my mouth and dip my lips in my drink.

“Good stuff.” Colin lifts his eyebrows in appreciation. “I need to try it next time.”

“You can try mine now.” Whoa! Where did that come from? That wasn’t my mouth speaking. It was that other body part—the one that always gets so brainlessly excited and doesn’t care about consequences.

Colin wraps his long, slim fingers around the glass stem and unhurriedly lifts it to his mouth. He keeps his eyes on mine while taking a small sip. That’s way too sensual for me to remain calm. My hands shake and so do my thighs. And I feel my mouth going dry. Dammit, Natalie. Keep it together.

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SOUNDTRACK

Aretha Franklin “You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman”
Three Days Grace “Riot”
Pink Floyd “Goodbye” (The Wall)
Awolnation “Sail”
Evanescence “Bring Me To Life”
Family of the Year “Hero”
Brandi Carlile “Hallelujah”
Imagine Dragons “It’s Time”
Israel Kamakawiwo’ole “Over the Rainbow”
Anberlin “Innocent”
Sara Bareilles “Gonna Get Over You”

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AUTHOR BIO:
Angela Orlowski-Peart was born and raised in Poland. She describes herself as European born, American by choice. She was just seven-years-old when she decided to learn English and translate her favorite Polish fairytales.

Angela is the author of the Young Adult and New Adult fiction novels. She writes in multiple genres, including paranormal, fantasy, urban fantasy, contemporary, sci-fi, and short stories. She is a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, Western Washington Chapter (http://www.scbwi.org), and several authors’ and readers’ networking groups on Facebook, Linkedin, and Goodreads.

Angela speaks with Polish accent, and loves listening to the Southern drawl. She is passionate about watercolor painting, fashion—especially stilettos, rock climbing, environment, and organic food and gardening. She lives in the Seattle area with her family and a chronically curious cat.

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5 signed Almost Matched postcards. These prizes will be mailed by November 11th.
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Book Spotlight ~ Tara Chevrestt ~ A Healing Love

healingloveA Healing Love
by Tara Chevrestt

Kimberly Rogers vowed to fight a tragic past the only way she knew how: she joined the Army and became strong. No man would hurt her again. But a war wound sends her to her brother’s in Cripple Creek, WY, with vision and hearing impairments.

Whereas glasses can help her see and hearing aids can help her hear, nothing can force her to talk again. Is she really unable to speak, or is she hiding behind her disability to protect herself, her pride, and her heart? Regulated to the most menial of jobs, her world in shambles, Kimberly is finally convinced to seek medical assistance.

Carlos Medina is Jackson Hole’s best therapist. If anyone can make Kimberly speak again, it’s him. But Kimberly has to meet him halfway, and Carlos has his own past tragedy that the young, mute woman threatens to force him to conquer.

They both have wounds…and sometimes wounds must be reopened before they can heal. Can they open up to each other? Can Kimberly find her voice again and open her heart? Can love heal them both?

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About the Author:
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.

Her theme is Strong is Sexy. She shares a website with her naughty pen name:
http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html
and they have a Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.

Book Tour ~ Interview ~ Giveaway ~ L.M. Preston ~ Thundering Luv

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Beverly and Tamara: Welcome to SSLY. Thanks so much for joining us today. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?

I love writing, it’s like my daily mental vacation and I enjoy my day gig as an Engineering Manager. As a mom of four kids I’m super busy, but I believe I’m one of those people that enjoy it and am a bit hyper. I grew up in the city of Washington DC but have an obsession for traveling to beaches.

Tamara: What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

Coffee, music, noise.

Beverly: When did you start to write?

Early in the morning and just before I go to bed at night. It’s a great release for me after running around all day.

Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?

Someone who is flawed, but willing to try, caring, and put others before themselves.

Beverly: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?

My favorite is probably Colin from Thundering Luv, mainly because I fall in love with all my new characters and he is the kind of boyfriend I would’ve wanted when I grew up.

Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?

Suspense is really difficult for me. I write like I think – fast. Suspense requires build up and I usually find that I have to add that portion to a manuscript after I’ve completed the first draft.

Beverly: What writer, if any, influenced how you write?

Jack Campbell or aka Jim Hemry, Author of Dauntless, my husband and I would read his books in the car. A friend of mine introduced him to me and he gave me some great encouraging words.

Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend/girlfriend”? From what book? Author?

I’d have to say I totally would’ve picked Jacob from Twilight.

Beverly: *fist pump* Team Jacob! Yeah! What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? Or would like to? What? We are all about the love!

Make out on the beach before dawn.

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

The kind that demands attention but doesn’t realize it. Who gives her guy a good run for his money without being brash.

Beverly: What was your worst date ever?

A blind date where my friend set me up with a human octopus that had seriously bad acne.

Tamara: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want to have with you? (you have food, water, shelter, all the necessities, so nothing mundane)

Chocolate, The Rock Dwayne Johnson, and a really good book.

Beverly: What is your “guilty pleasure”?

Writing travel trip reports and sharing them with friends on how to travel with four kids on a shoestring budget.

Tamara: What dream or goals have you yet to realize?

I’m still waiting to ride on a hot air balloon.

Beverly: What was your most embarrassing moment? It can’t be worse than mine….

Coming out the bathroom with toilet paper in the back of my pants on my first date with a hot guy.

Tamara: LOL! Yup, that would do it! If you were a color what would you be and why?

Green. I’d have vibrance but still be mellow.

Beverly: Who has influenced how you perceive love? Why?

Every romance book I’ve read. Before then, I really didn’t understand the love in relationships since my parents were never married. Then I met my husband and he taught me to really enjoy loving and being loved.

Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so we have to ask. Who loves you?

My guy, Shawn, who I met when I was 15yrs old, then dumped a few months later only to see again in my early twenties and to date for a total of four months before marrying. We’ve been married now for twenty years. He’s totally hot!

Now for some quick fun questions:

Boxers or briefs? Boxers
Coffee or Tea? Coffee
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? Both! I’m greedy.
Hairy chest or smooth? Both!
Chocolate or Vanilla? Both!
Kinky or Sweet? Kinky (but don’t let that get out)
Fast or slow? Slow
Public or private? Both!
Top or bottom? Both!

Ocean storm

Thundering Luv

Jewel has always been able to get the guy she wanted. The starting jock on the football team, the team captain on the basketball team, and the lead swimmer on the swim team. Problem is, she didn’t find them the least bit exciting. Was she cold or a she-wolf for guys? Colin thought so, and he’d do anything to bring her down a peg or two. When these two collide on the sandy beach during their mixed up summer vacation, sparks fly, making this a summer neither will forget.

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Excerpt #1

“I mean, how does your mom do it? Most ladies can’t even find a guy to marry them – my mom is still ‘dating’ my dad and can’t get him to commit. But your mom,” Amy inhaled loudly, “she’s like…hum, like a husband whisperer or something,” Amy laughed.

Jewel lifted her shades to peek out at Amy, “So are you saying guys and dogs are the same?” she jumped up and plopped down on Amy’s butt to tickle Amy’s feet, “You calling my mom a dog trainer,” she giggled.

Whack! The volleyball hit Jewel on the forehead with such force, she fell backwards. Jewel’s foot hit’s Meg’s drink and red juice splattered all over her white bikini. Amy’s butt went upward to knock Jewel onto the hard deck. Falling back, Jewel’s head hit the wood floor knocking her shades off.

Jewel tried to catch her breath. Pain and anger became one as she blinked against the glare of the sun. Her eyes meet the dark brown ones of a laughing boy standing above her. A gorgeous guy, but who cared, he’d hit her so hard with his dumb ball, she was seeing stars.

“You! You! Stupid, don’t you know how to hit a ball?” Jewel struggled to get up, and pushed the boys tanned hand away from her. His unruly long black hair, dark eyes, and full lips cocked up in a smirk made her angrier.

“I’m trying to help you,” his baritone voice sounded like he was fighting against laughter, and he grasped her hand. His firm muscular shaped arm flexed as he bent to help her.

Jewel slapped it away, “I don’t want your help you ruined my bathing suit and,” she touched her forehead where a small lump was forming, “put a knot on my head!” She pushed at him and stood up, grabbing the volleyball off the ground. His yummy face taunted her when his eyebrow went up questioning her motive. Then she aimed the ball at his head and missed.

He ducked, “What was that for?” His laughing eyes turned stormy.

Waving her hand at him, she stepped forward. “Idiots that hit girls with their,” Jewel slipped back, and tried to get her balance, but the last thing she remembered was him smirking at her as her head hit the floor again.

Excerpt (2): Jewel

Jewel sighed watching her phone ring for the tenth time in the last hour. She kicked the cell phone off her beach chair and bit her nail. The sea. The beautiful sea in front of her couldn’t evoke any depth within her heart. Maybe what they called her at school was true. Maybe she was made of ice. Couldn’t feel, couldn’t love, was only a pretty face with nothing in between. The large beach home which shared a wraparound deck, and a middle wall with a neighbor had seen better days. It was perfect, a temporary escape from all the drama at home.

“You should just answer the thing. Stop stringing him along,” her cousin Megs teased, and tapped Jewel’s dark tan leg with her pale foot.

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have a boyfriend who’s scrumptious, head of the football team, everything a girl should want. But he doesn’t ‘do’ it for you.” Jewel rolled her eyes and huffed, plopping back in her beach chair. She tied her dirty blond hair in a knot, a clash to her darker hued skin tone which made most people wonder if she’d dyed her hair.

“Nobody ever does it for you,” Megs busted out laughing, “What is he, like boyfriend number five this year? And girl, you’ve been known to make the big guys cry. What do you do with them?” her platinum blond hair appearing to glow in the sun.

Excerpt (3): Jewel

Jewel pictured Matt, muscular frame, thick shoulders, all the makings of a star quarterback, topped with curly red hair. Crap, he was gorgeous. What was she thinking, maybe she shouldn’t end it? “Uh…,”

“You’re scaring me. Talk to me, you know I love you like crazy. When you don’t answer my calls I’m thinking you don’t love me anymore,” Matt sounded almost whiny and she hated when they did that. Whined, cried, and made her feel like a she-witch.

“Well I’ve been busy. You know with the girls and we got here today. And since you … know I’ll be gone all summer maybe we should um take a break?” Jewel cleared her throat, feeling like scum. She should really be a pro at this, but she hated it, especially doing it where she had to hear or see her next victim. And she didn’t want to hurt them, she knew they’d be better off with someone who could really fall in love with them. Not someone like her, someone broken. Some of the guys she’d broken up with would cry, other’s had tried to physically hurt her. She’d learned her lesson and tried to break up in as distant a way as possible. But ending this with Matt now on the phone couldn’t be helped.

“No. I don’t want a vacation from you. I love you. I was thinking about driving up there today. Me and the guys could rent a place nearby. My dad said he’d foot the bill, and since him and my mother split he’ll do anything for me. He even brought me a new convertible, your sexy gold hair would feel good slapping against my face while I drive.” He cleared his throat, “And you’ll be able to ditch your cousin and stay with me – alone.”

Jewel slapped her forehead. Why couldn’t Matt take a hint. “But I, no I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mom barely let me come with Megs and Amy, because she’s so protective and if she knew I was meeting my boyfriend here she’d think you…and I were you know…,” she cleared her throat. Not only that, but being alone with Matt made her feel extremely uncomfortable. The last time they were alone at her house when he popped over unannounced, he’d almost ripped off her shirt fighting her while they kissed in her living room. He’d tried to force her blouse up, and she fighting him to put it down. If Megs hadn’t come over earlier than planned, Jewel didn’t know what would’ve happened. It was then Jewel decided to break it off with Matt.

“Say it? C’mon tell me you love me back and I’ll wait to come up. I kinda feel like, Jewel, I really miss you. And you never tell me you love me back. Yeah, you kiss me, tell me how great a person I am, and things other people don’t even notice about me, but you never seem to … give me part of yourself.” Matt cleared his voice, like he was about to continue.

“It’s because…well, I don’t … I’m not in love with you the way you want me to be. And I’m sorry Matt, I really am, but we need to break up. I can’t do this to you anymore,” Jewel felt like a lowlife. Again and again, she couldn’t give up hope that she’d find someone, somebody out there that her heart connected too. She’d thought it was Matt, felt a little flutter in her tummy when they’d first met, but it died the next day, and by then he’d pressured her to be his girlfriend. And after that, he like all her other ex-boyfriends started to turn scary.

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L.M. Preston was born and raised in Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. With a thirst for knowledge she attended college at Bowie State University, and worked in the IT field as a Techie and Educator for over sixteen years. She started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids. Her first published novel, Explorer X – Alpha was the beginning of her obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.

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