Friday, May 22, 2015

Cover Reveal for Pinch of the Game and a

Check out the contest at the end of the post for a chance to be in the running for $10 gift card and backlist book of choice. Cover Reveal tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Now onto the cover and the book....

Book Name: The Pinch of the Game
 Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Release Date: June 24, 2015

Being a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.

Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.

Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.

Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.

Pages or Words:

Categories: Contemporary, Gay fictions, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance

If Sal had sent someone after me, a short trip up to Seattle might be a good idea, maybe even BC. That called for some new clothes, so I grabbed my battered gym bag—my quick escape kit—and was almost home free when the kitchen door burst open. It would’ve been dumb to turn off the light when the goomba first went to work on the lock—I can’t see any better in the dark than your average Daisy, not when I’m blocked. Once that massive body filled the doorway, I wished I had. Wished I’d done something.
He hesitated, barely a moment, and I bolted for the front door. He grabbed me before I made it out of the kitchen and pinned both of my arms to my sides. It wouldn’t work, I knew that, but I still tried to burn his hands. All I needed was enough time to—fuck, is he laughing?
“Give it up, pretty boy. You’re blocked.”
The big man pushed me against the wall face-first and pulled both hands behind my back.
“Hey, wait a sec, big guy. Let’s talk about this. I can—”
He pushed me flat against the wall, and the rest of that sentence disappeared in the rush of air he squeezed from my lungs. I couldn’t help being turned on, even though pain and domination usually aren’t my thing. Neither are bears, but underneath the padding he felt nice and solid, leaning full against me. He tightened a plastic zip tie around my wrists with shaking hands. And then he held me there.

Tour Dates & Stops: May 22, 2015

 About the author:

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Thursday, May 21, 2015

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD... Review 3 by Tattle and Wrye

Once again presenting our alter egos, Dona Penza Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash and a review for Champagne Books Group.  Enjoy!   






Tattle laughs aloud catching Wrye's attention.  "What's so funny?"
"Wait until you check out our new Love of Literature Leap."  Curled up in a plush robe, munching on a large carrot stick, Tattle does not look like she is about to leap, hop or skip anywhere.

Wrye can't help an old time Bugs Bunny reference.  "You're not ready, so what's up, Doc?"
Tattle snaps her finger and her attire changes into a sassy little dress with heels.  She takes two steps, wobbles, and decides on flats.  "Be vewwy, vewwy quiet...I'm hunting down Confessions Of The Sausage Queen by Ute Carbone."

"Errrr... sure, silly rabbit tricks are for kids."
"You aren’t in the correct cartoon, m'vewwy screwy dude."
Wrye sighs elaborately, "Let's just leap."
Tattle looks indignant.  "I've been waiting on you."

Once in the book, Tattle puts her hands over Wrye's eyes.  "Don't look!"
He peeks through her fingers.  "Whoo Hoo!  I like that hat!"
Rushing into a scene, she flips the page so Wrye can no longer check out Mandy Minhouser's famous garden hat picture.  "Tsk.  Tsk." Tattle wags a finger at Wrye.  "It's bad enough, her hubby, Randy, sent a picture of Mandy wearing nothing but that hat to Girls! Girls! Girls! You should show some respect."
"Nice rack," Wrye can't help blurting, repeating what almost every adult male in the small town of Kassenburg has said.  
Tattle frowns at him.  "Mind your p's and q's, Wrye Balderdash.  You know, everyone has seen the picture or knows about it.  And it is not the best rep for the library's bookmobile driver."
"There is a bright side..."
"And what's that?  She has taken her young son, Sammy, to live with her quirky, stiletto wearing, margarita drinking, cookie eating grandmother, Lila Rose, and is quite furious at her hubby."
"Ahhh, she isn't as upset as she makes out," Wrye argues, "for all Randy has to do is look at Mandy and she melts.  She is more annoyed at having to live in his trailer by the pond.  She simply wants a place with running water."
"I am still not getting the upside in all this...."
Wrye squiggles his finger at a paragraph.  "The silver lining, m'defender-of-the-young-and-sexy, is that Bill Ludowkis, owner of Bill's Big and Tasty Sausage, has a sudden heart attack while having a lovers romp with Lily Rose under the hydrangea bushes.  Mandy's Gran and Big Bill have been lovers since forever despite his marriage to the ice queen."
"And this is good?"
"Gotta read the book for the ins and outs of it, but the good is he leaves his factory to Lila Rose and makes Mandy CEO, which is vewwy, vewwy grand, m'bunny funny, considering the library no longer has funds for the bookmobile and Mandy no longer has a job."
Tattle considers, adding, "Ah, but there is more bad when her sister, Mindy, appears and takes over the bedroom where Mandy has been living.  Mindy misguidedly thinks her police husband, Ricky, is having an affair."
"Yup," Wrye agrees, "It makes for a comical tangle of messiness.  But back to Mandy, the worst part is she is clueless when it comes to the sausage biz, and the purple attired mural artist, Leland, and assistant to the late Big Bill and now her assistant, has been blackmailed into keeping Mandy clueless."
Snooping further into the book, Tattle giggles and laughs and points to the funnier scenes.  Wrye joins her at first, but then they both frown.  
Tattle places her hands on her hips and utters a few unmentionable cusses.  "Big Bill's grandson Hughes, the factory's CFO, has cut the factory workers pay, and plans on lay-offs, which will all get blamed on Mandy.  If that is not bad enough, he and his henchman aka butler, are willing to go to any lengths to see that his own nefarious deeds are left hidden."
"Just what is a sausage queen to do?"
"First laugh at that title her son has given her, and then gather up all her family and friends, including her sexy lovable husband, and slap stick their way to getting at the truth and saving the factory."
"Do they?"
Well, Tattle and Wrye are not about to let you know.  However, they agree that Confessions Of The Sausage Queen is one hysterical romp through the perspective of a small town, uninhibited gal whose family and friends are as uproariously hilarious and peculiar as the heroine.  Ute carbone has created relatable characters, yes, relatable, for isn't everyone a bit eccentric.  And the easy readable prose keep the pages turning and the laughter coming.  Yet, through the humor a shade of mystery and danger seep through giving the story extra depth, taking it a notch above your typical comic contemporary story.   
It is important to note, however, allow a single sitting to read the book cause you won't be able to put it down, and if you read into the night, you will wake any and all in the household with laughter.  The duo proclaim they haven't had such a gala time of it while reading for ages. 
Ute Carborne is a fresh voice and this team will be anxiously looking forward to her next book.

Hope you enjoyed our latest review.  Until next time, keep reading CBG books!

Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq.
and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat

Created and written by
Angelica Hart and Zi


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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Midsummer by Racheline Maltese and Erin McRae

Don't forget to enter the contest at the end of the post for a chance to win an e-copy of Midsummer. Book Blast is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Book Name: Midsummer
Series: Love’s Labours
Book One 
Release Date: May 20, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht

John Lyonel, a long-time theater professional and teacher, heads to Virginia to play Oberon in the Theater in the Woods’s production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, intending to focus on his work. John is recovering from the tragic loss of his family and needs a break. The last thing he expects is to become captivated by Michael Hilliard, the professional actor playing Puck, especially since John has never been attracted to men, let alone one so much younger.

They rush headlong into an affair which falls apart dramatically over secrets that John and Michael are keeping from each other. A steep learning curve, the gossipy cast of the show, and the sometimes sinister magic of the woods conspire to keep them apart. But stage lights and stars might work their magic and help them define a new future.

Pages or Words: 27,400 words

Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Michael breaks off from a conversation and wanders back over, then drops into John’s lap as easily as he had the night before. It’s comforting, the way a cat would be, and John gladly wraps his arms around Michael’s waist again and decides not to worry about figuring any of this out right now.

“You can stop staring now,” Michael declares to the fire at large, when they start attracting eyes. “Or I can give you all individual recommendations for who you should be staring at. And some of you might not be entirely happy with what I tell.”

He gets a couple of whoops for that, a lot of laughter, and not a few glares. John chuckles, and dips his head to kiss Michael on the shoulder before he even thinks about it.

Michael turns his head. For a moment John thinks Michael’s going to kiss him. And while that is far more ridiculous than John has ever had any intention of being in public, he’s not sure he wouldn’t welcome and return anything Michael did.

Michael just smiles, though, small and unexpectedly intimate, before he leans up to whisper in John’s ear. “Follow me in five minutes.”

Tour Dates & Stops: May 20, 2015

About the authors:

Racheline Maltese is a queer writer living a big life from a small space. She flies planes, sails boats, and rides horses, but as a native New Yorker, has no idea how to drive a car. 

A performer and storyteller focused on themes of celebrity, gender, desire and mourning, Racheline has a journalism degree from The George Washington University; studied acting and directing at the Atlantic Theater Company Acting School (New York City) and the National Institute of Dramatic Art (Sydney, Australia); and is a proud SAG-AFTRA member.
She lives in Brooklyn with her partner and their two cats.
Erin McRae is a queer writer and blogger based in Washington, D.C. She owns several pieces of paper from distinguished universities, including a Master’s degree in International Affairs from American University, which qualify her to have lengthy and passionate discussions about the microeconomics of Tunisia. She also engages in lengthy and passionate discussions about military history. She likes trenches.

Erin is a cofounder of Avian 30, a literary collective dedicated to narratives with magical and sexual realism. She delights in applying her knowledge of international relations theory to her fiction and screen-based projects, because conflict drives narrative.

She lives in Washington, D.C. with her partner and their two cats.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Release Blitz for Native Tongue

Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial

They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert Heat, which is available from all good retailers.

**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: **

Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.
Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.
At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.
The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.
Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Release Date~ Executive Decision Box Set

Out Now! The Executive Decision Box Set by K D Grace, writing as Grace Marshall (@kd_grace) #romance #boxedset #kindleunlimited #ku

The entire Executive Decision Trilogy is now available in a boxed set! An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis & The Exhibition are all three now available in one intense, sizzling, yummy package from Amazon. If you liked Interviewing Wade, you’ll love The Executive Decision Boxed Set. Go ahead, indulge yourself with the rest of the story, and what a story it is! Here’s your chance to meet the rest of the Pneuma Inc inner circle and indulge in the sometimes funny, sometimes hair-raising, always steamy adventures of Dee & Ellis, Kendra & Garrett, Stacie & Harris as they battle their way to success, happiness and, of course love. The Executive Decision Boxed Set is a binge reading must for those who like an intense, fast-paced story with hot romance between characters who are more than up for the task.

Here’s what you get:

An Executive Decision – Book One in The Executive Decision Series

Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?

Identity Crisis – Book Two in The Executive Decision Series

This romantic suspense novel is recommended to hopeless romantics who know love triumphs over all.

Tess Delaney is the hottest property in romantic fiction, but the reclusive Tess has a secret – she’s really the alter ego of Garrett Thorne, bad boy brother of business tycoon Ellison Thorne. When Tess is nominated for the Golden Kiss Award, Garrett recruits PR specialist, Kendra Davis, to keep his secret and be Tess for the awards despite their mutual animosity.

Hatred turns to scorching passion, but when Tess is stalked by a rabid fan, an identity crisis is eclipsed by a battle for survival. It seems Tess, the woman who doesn’t exist, just might understand Kendra and Garrett’s hearts better than they do.

The Exhibition – Book Three in The Executive Decision Series

Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancĂ©e to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?

***Grab it from Amazon now! FREE for Kindle Unlimited Members!***

Excerpt from The Exhibition:

Outside someone shouted, ‘Hastings, check the crappers.’
Before Harris knew what hit him, Stacie pulled him into the cubicle at the other end of the row and locked the door behind him talking in a fast whisper. ‘Sorry about this. Not very professional, I know, but I promised to do my best to keep us out of jail, and I’m thinking groping in the ladies’ room’s not what this raid’s all about.’ The words were barely out of her mouth before she launched herself at him lips first. Damn it; he wanted to be mad at her. They were about to go to jail, for fuck sake! But instead of giving her a piece of his mind, he kissed her right back, hard, and felt her yield and open, and his tongue was in heaven sparing with hers, tasting, testing, thrusting. He found himself hoping that the inevitable arrest would wait until after he got his fill of Stacie Emerson, and that could take a while. She felt way better than she had even in his fantasies, and when his badly-behaving hands moved down to cup her magnificent bottom and pull her closer, she returned the favour and gave his ass a good grope. As though that gave him permission to explore, he slid anxious fingers inside her trousers wriggling down past a miniscule thong to cup an impossibly soft, impossibly firm buttock that gave a muscular clench in his hand, forcing her hips forward until she couldn’t possibly miss the press of his appreciative hard-on straining his jeans to get closer to her.
In the hall the noise got louder and the door burst open.
She had just managed a good firm stroke to the front of his trousers that had his full attention and then some, when a heavy-handed knock on the door caused her to yelp, and he nearly fell back onto the commode.
‘All right, you two, tuck it in, and come on out.’

'Grace has this amazing knack of creating sexual tension not just through a few pages, but the whole damn book... ending in incredible sex.' - Midnight Boudoir

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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Friday, May 15, 2015

Release Blitz for The Alpha Match

Out Now – The Alpha Match by Leigh Archer (Untamed Safari Book #1) (@leigharcherbook) #romance #contemporary

English conservationist, Caro Hannah, and South African, Ben Duval, must work together on a project to introduce endangered wild dogs to an African game reserve, four years after their love affair ended. The challenges of their profession pale into insignificance beside the personal obstacles they must overcome in order to either bring closure to the events of four years before, or reignite a passion hot enough to burn up the African bush.
The Alpha Match is the first in a series set in the African bush where luxury tented camps and romantic hideaways are havens for royals, celebrities and the adventurous at heart. The Untamed Safari Series places unforgettable men and women in this captivating setting and holds its breath as they play out their red-hot passions.


Caro was aware that her voice was rising, but she could do nothing to stop it. Now was as good a time as any to speak her mind. ‘As a matter of fact, if you could stop all the wars on this planet, solve world hunger and reverse the effects of global warming, I’d still feel nothing for you.’

It was the briefest look of pain flitting across his face that silenced her. Then his mouth hardened and his eyes blazed. ‘I’m your boss, Caro.’ He spoke very slowly, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. ‘All I’m asking from you is some respect. Your unwillingness to greet me at the meeting today; that wasn’t very mature, was it? How far do you think we’ll get on this project if that’s the way things are going to be between us?’

Caro was stung. ‘If you think I’m going to be anything other than professional, then you really don’t know me at all. I’ve worked for five years to save the African wild dog and I’d never do anything to jeopardise this project.’

‘Oh, I believe you,’ Ben said. ‘Nobody knows better than I do just how ambitious you really are. As a matter of fact, what was I thinking? Of course you’d never let anything get in your way, least of all other people’s feelings.’

Caro gaped.

He leaned towards her. ‘I’m right, aren’t I, Caro?’

Again he stared into her eyes, his own narrowed and filled with fire.

She could see the cords of muscle beneath the golden skin of his neck. Her breath came in small, silent gasps, and she pressed a hand to her chest.

Ben’s gaze travelled slowly from her face to the hand against her naked skin. He opened his mouth, closed it again. His body tilted towards her, his fingers heading for the bunch of towel between her breasts. Then he snatched his hand back, shook his head, turned and started for the door.

Leigh writes romance novels set in her native South Africa. She has always had a love affair with Africa’s wild open spaces, the intensity of its people and sunsets. Her love of storytelling began as a child when she spent every spare moment playing barefoot in golden grass, watching meerkats, learning to track spoor and dreaming up heroes and heroines dynamic enough to stand out in all the beauty and drama of the African landscape.
Always in search of adventure, Leigh’s journey as a writer has taken her from journalist to communications specialist, and now novelist.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ Review 2 from Tattle and Wrye

We are in our review mode and will be presenting our alter egos, Dona Penza Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash and their reviews for Champagne Books Group for over the next several weeks.  Enjoy!  






"Snow light, snow bright, the last snow I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, for snow to go fly a kite."  Tattle frowns at the fresh layer of snow outside the office window.  "It's spring...spring!  No snow!  Flowers and snow just don't go together, y'know."
With the look of someone caught with their hand in the candy dish, Wrye gulps down a mouthful of newly made snow cream.  Then he sheepishly offers Tattle the bowl.  "Want some?"
"I want warmth, sun, bright skies."
"Then let's go on a Love of Literature Leap to steamy, sunny Florida."
Tattle perks up, "Let's!"

The two find themselves immediately emerged in Julie Eberhart Painter's cozy mystery MEDIUM RARE. 

"Ohh, what a nice, warm place," Tattle observes as she snuggles on the couch right next to Penny and Cole Martin's cat, Cufflynx.  She sinks her fingers into its soft fur and strokes, happily.  Needless to say, the alpha pet Mynah, Bildgewater, flutters its feathers in disapproval, wanting the attention instead.  
Wyre squints, his best Sherlock's something's afoot squint.  "There's been a murder."
"There!" announces Tattle, pointing through the passages.  

"Celeste, a sweet ole psychic medium, stabbed through the chest with knitting needles."
"Interrressting," declares Wrye, "Just like Croakette."
"Ah yes, the hospice mascot from Penny's work.  The stuffed green frog whose outfits are changed more than a potty-in-training toddler.  There she was, a year before the current murder, stabbed through the chest with knitting needles.  Unlike, Celeste, however, a quick repair allowed her to live and cheer-up the hospice workers for many more days."
Wrye nods sagely.  "Poor Croakette, poor Celeste."  He offers a nano second of silence.  "We are running amuck, I fear, m'gossipy sleuth…."
"I am not the sleuth," Tattles interrupts, "Penny is, but you are correct, we are dangling clues much like the author has in this lighthearted mystery.  However, unlike her we're a bit disconnected."
Wrye paces the chapters.  "So, let's clarify a bit.  The book starts in the present day, flips back into the past, and then ends in the present.  A nice little roller coaster ride along with Penny's hospice co-workers, whose imperfections make them very real, very relatable, and very suspect as well."
"Most of them have visited the medium, who knew intimate details about their present and past lives.  This transparency convinces them Celeste is genuine."
"Ah so, ho-de-ho, it must have also convinced the murderer that Celeste knew way too much, something he or she didn't want revealed.  Da...da...da...daaaaa!"  Wrye lingers on the last note of his dramatic declaration.
"Penny, though, feels her colleagues simply aren't the murdering type.  They might have their flaws, from the hospice chaplain with a shadowy past, the needy social worker, the volunteer coordinator with a wobbly marriage, the married comptroller with a secret life along with a few other, but none had it in them to viciously stab a sweet psychic with knitting needles."  
Wrye bounces his brows.  "Or did they?"  
"Did any of them even knit?"  Tattle scours the pages.  "Well, I won't be telling.  Y'all have to find out for yourselves.  All in all, Julie took the backdrop of a serious setting like hospice and managed to add the type of humor and light-fare associated with a cozy mystery.  The genius of this book is that you can pick up clues along the way, play with the possibilities, yet the cornerstone clues, though obvious in the aftermath, were virtually invisible."  Pause, and then, "Everything is viewed from the workers perceptions and how they manage to keep their sanity while dealing with hospice patients and their families, better their skills, yet retain empathy without becoming emotionally involved.  There is complete authenticity in both the feel of the characters and the hospice setting.  The story and plotline moves delightfully along, making one smile in some parts as well as laugh outright in others, and then occasionally blurting out, that's the killer only to be uncertain a few pages later.  Simply put, a fun, fun read."
Wrye adds, "I agree.  The pages turned themselves as I immersed myself in the characters' lives.  I especially liked the reappearance of Penny and Cole from KILLER FEE, a previous mystery from Julie Eberhart Painter.  Yet, try as I might, I couldn't figure out who the killer was and found the revelation a magnificent, well-thought through surprise.  In retrospect, it all made sense."

"If you want a quick read with a quirky cast and an unexpected ending, we highly recommend MEDIUM RARE."
"Only, make certain you plan on one sitting, you won't be able to put it down!"

Until next month, keep reading.

Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq.
and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat

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Angelica Hart and Zi


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