Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Book Review: The Life She Wants by Robyn Carr

When a woman finds her marriage was a lie can she find her way back to the person she once was?

My book rating for The Life She Wants: 4.5 Stars

For Emma Shay Compton, life should be perfect. She has a rich, successful husband, life among the glittering ton of New York City and one as far as removed from her hometown in Sonoma County. Then it all crashes down on her with the indictment of her husband in a ponzi scheme that had him making millions off of others and Emma is devastated by the lie that was her life. When she is cleared of any wrong doing, she moves across the country back to her hometown and tries to pick up the pieces. But what she finds is so much more than she even imagined. Starting over isn’t easy and bad memories are coming at Emma from all sides. But a chance to work for Riley Kerrigan in her cleaning company gives her the step she needs to get on even footing and a friendship with Riley’s brother has all the makings of a romance…but the one thing Emma must do is face her past and make peace with it in order to get the future she longs for.

Wow is all I can say after finishing the latest novel from Robyn Carr. Ms. Carr delivers an emotional and heart rendering story that just pulls at your heart and doesn’t let up till the very last page is read. I just devoured this book and could not put it down. I literally forced myself to put it aside in order to sleep and eat. The story moves quickly with scenes so emotional you can’t help but well up with tears and the characters are just as diverse and engaging as ever. I love this author’s books but her new novel, THE
LIFE SHE WANTS, is by far one of her bests to date. It has real life issues such as ponzi schemes, con men, victims and more to keep the reader glued to the pages. I eagerly flipped those pages just to see what would happen next for Riley and Emma.

Meet Emma Shay. A woman who lost so much yet always tried to raise above it…that is until her husband’s ponzi scheme blew up in the press and courts. Then Emma found out that the charmed life she wed into was all a bunch of cards. I won’t go into details so I won’t ruin the story for those who haven’t read it yet but Ms. Carr delves deep into the aftermath of such crime and how people react, etc. Emma is strong yet bruised, vulnerable and beaten down. But moving back to
Sonoma County brings her a joy & comfort that she can’t explain. I loved Emma from the first moment I met her. She was so eager to move forward yet resigned over the fact that by being married to her husband, she is tainted just by association. I loved how the author uses the past to move forward the story and it is done in such a way that you see no abrupt point of views or anything. It just flowed seamlessly into the story. Riley and Emma have a history and a past that was done so well within the story. We got to see both point of views and memories and I loved how the author wove that shared history into the story. The secondary cast of characters was just as entertaining and intriguing. I loved meeting them and hope the author will come back to this little place again so we can see these wonderful people again.

Overall, THE
LIFE SHE WANTS is one story that sticks with you long after the story is done. It’s powerful, emotional and so engaging that I was smiling through the tears a few times. The ending alone leaves you breathless and filled with joy. If you are looking for that perfect beach read or lazy afternoon book, then I highly recommend any of Robyn Carr’s books. They bring you a feeling of home and deliver a story that you can not help but fall in love with. I look forward with an eager breath at what else is coming from this talented author.

This is an objective review and not an endorsement

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Monday, September 26, 2016

Discover Rozenn Scott's Snow and Secrets and enter the giveaway

Snow & Secrets (Stanford Creek #3) 

 RJ Scott writing as Rozenn Scott

Author: RJ Scott writing as Rozenn Scott

Publisher: OmniLit / All Romance eBooks, LLC

Release Date: November 15 2016

Length: 50,000 words


Secrets could kill him. Will trusting another keep him alive?

Garrett Campbell is a man on the run. Wounded in the line of duty he returns to a town that is the only place he feels safe. When danger threatens to follow him there he has to run; only he appears to have picked up an unwanted guest.

Tyler Hart needs some down time, with the press hounding him after a failed relationship, he is desperate for peace. It seems like Stanford Creek may well be the place to go. After all, it worked for his friend Cody. Unfortunately, his timing is off, and he finds himself on the run with the very sexy Garrett Campbell.

First comes trust, and then comes love. Now they just have to stay alive.

Author Bio: 

RJ Scott is the bestselling gay romance author of over ninety MM romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing. 

RJ also writes MF romance under the name Rozenn Scott.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Welcome Laurel Richards and her love for the paranormal romance

Top Five Reasons Why I Love Paranormal Romance
by Laurel Richards

1.      Superpowers — Let’s face it. Whether we’re talking wizards, shape-shifters, or Elementals, the supernatural characters in PNR have some awesome abilities. They can control weather or turn into animals, run really fast or heal at super speed. Who wouldn’t want that skill set?
2.      Perspective—When the hero or heroine shifts into another creature, the reader gets to go along for the ride. For instance, in my werewolf romance, Wild Side, I describe the heroine’s transformation in detail. Smells get stronger, hearing grows keener, and suddenly she can see the world from a different perspective. Or in my new release, In Her Element, the hero is a Water Elemental whose magic comes from his element. Ethan can shift into a sea serpent or, even in human form, can extend his senses beyond his body. When he’s tracking down a rogue in a storm, he reaches out with his magic to feel every raindrop—what those droplets touch on the way down and how they soak into the earth. Readers get to experience this change of the senses along with the characters.
3.      Mash-ups—Not only is pairing Paranormal with Romance a mash-up, but PNR lends itself to mixing with other genres, as well. In Her Element is a contemporary romance and an urban fantasy, in addition to being a paranormal romance. Others have written historical romances for werewolves or futuristic novels about vampires. When magic is the cause behind the paranormal character’s abilities, then PNR can mingle with fantasy. Or a science experiment gone awry might create the character’s superpowers, in which case PNR meets science fiction.
4.      Flexibility—As part of speculative fiction, paranormal romance has almost limitless possibilities. Writers can draw from folklore, mythology, or religion, or they can make up new supernatural characters out of whole cloth. Imaginations are free to run wild.
5.      True Love—A common theme in most paranormal romance is that of mates. The werewolf recognizes his mate immediately, or the Elemental, once having chosen a mate, is bonded to her/him forever. Even if the couple has issues to overcome, the reader can rest assured that the characters have found true love. It would be nice if more people in real life could have that assurance.

Blurb for In Her Element:
Darya Drake is a Water Elemental who has lived a difficult life. She’s raising her younger brother, Matthew, who is mentally ill, and she has had to fight off Phages—Elementals who kill and cannibalize other Elementals to steal their powers. It isn’t until she meets Ethan Zale, a Water Elemental with stormy blue eyes and a body to die for, that she dares to hope for a better future. Ethan is everything she has ever wanted, but trouble looms when a Phage begins stalking her. Can Ethan find out who is after her and keep her safe? Will her brother accept another man in her life? Darya discovers true love in the midst of strife, but for a girl who has lost almost everyone she has ever cared about, it’s hard to believe in happy endings.

Excerpt from In Her Element:

A frisson of fear and magic skittered down Darya’s spine as the killer stepped from the shadows. She was close to her apartment but not close enough—stuck on the dark side of the building where the security lights were broken again. What she could see of his face was human: dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and full lips that might have been sensuous had they not been curled in a sneer.

Appearances could be deceiving. Like her, this man was no ordinary human. Although she didn’t know what type of Elemental he was, his power crawled over her skin like angry wasps.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” His gaze slid over her in appreciation and then burned with excitement when she stumbled back.

Her heart pounded, and she choked back a whimper. There would be no reasoning with him, no chance for reprieve. He was like the others of his kind she had run into. He was here to kill her.

“You look tasty,” he added with a lick of his lips. It was the last thing he said before he pulled the knife.

Time slowed down, but panic only froze Darya for a moment. She didn’t bother to scream. Screaming was useless with a being who could manipulate the mind of anyone who might come to help. Instead she whirled and ran, pumping her legs until her feet barely skimmed the ground. The cold night air slashed at her hair and eyes, leaving tears whipping off her eyelashes.

Adrenaline and the will to survive spurred her across the parking lot. She could hear the Elemental’s breathing and heavy footfalls behind her as he chased her. Ahead, the traffic in the distance offered a glimmer of hope. The night was still early enough that plenty of cars passed by, filled with people. Join the herd and find safety in numbers was a motto she had lived by her whole life.

The back of her neck prickled in warning a split second before her pursuer snagged her shirt. Her feet lost their rhythm as he yanked her back and sent her flailing to the ground. Pain singed her left elbow as it scraped the pavement, and the force of the fall jolted her.

By some miracle, her purse stayed with her. She jumped up and swung it when he lunged at her. Her bag connected with his shoulder, but he merely snatched the strap and yanked it out of her grasp. She stumbled and couldn’t get her balance before he grabbed her. A scream ripped out of her chest this time, high and panicked. The sound cut off as he used his magic to snuff the oxygen around her.

It wasn’t even a matter of strangling. There was simply no breathable air—proof that he had to be an Air Elemental. Her legs failed her, and her lips and face burned and then numbed as she continued to struggle for oxygen. She had no fuel to fight as he fisted her hair and dragged her farther away from the glow of the streetlight. Then he was yanking at her clothes, but her fading vision outweighed any other fear.

The world narrowed, reduced to a hazy speck at the end of a dark tunnel. With her last ounce of will, she lifted her hands and summoned her own magic—a surge as powerful as the mightiest flood. Raw energy ripped out of her and plowed into her attacker. He grunted as he was thrown a full ten feet.

She was instantly free. Her lungs burned as she heaved in air and sputtered and coughed. Unable to stand, she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees. A sound behind her told her the killer was already getting to his feet. Her palms grated against the rough surface of the parking lot until they were scuffed raw, but she couldn’t move any faster. Still breathless, it was all she could do not to collapse, and her pulse pounded in her temples. There was no moon to cast a shadow, but she knew the moment the Air Elemental loomed behind her.

Darya thought of her younger brother, Matthew, and felt a stab of regret. Who would care for him? Who would look out for him once she was gone? She had made the mistake of being caught alone, and at twenty-one years old, it was the last mistake she would ever make.

When black shoes appeared in front of her face, she braced herself to feel the cold blade kissing her throat. Instead, she lifted her gaze and was nearly engulfed in a fiery hell.

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Welcome Kelli A. Wilkins today

New Romance Release — Lies, Love & Redemption
By Kelli A. Wilkins
Hi everyone,
Today I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt from my new historical western, LIES, LOVE & REDEMPTION. This full-length novel is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877 and blends a steamy romance with mystery and danger.

Here’s the summary:

Lies, Love & Redemption

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth? 

Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?

A mild excerpt:
Cassie dusted off a can of apricots and restacked it on the shelf. “Why do I even bother?” she muttered as she picked up the next can.

Another week had come and gone, but her days were always the same. Get up at dawn, sweep out the store, dust off the cans, and . . . wait. Her few customers strolled in on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to buy odds and ends, but nearly everyone bought their bulk goods at the general store in Baxter. Townsfolk came here only when they wanted something quick—or on credit.

The bell above the door jangled, but she didn’t bother to turn around. “That you, Luke? You’re up early. I bet you haven’t seen this side of ten o’clock in—”

She glanced over her shoulder and shrieked. The can of apricots slipped from her hand and rolled across the floor.

A stranger covered in blood leaned against the doorjamb.

She rushed to his side. “Who are you? What happened?”

The man locked his blue eyes onto hers. “Help me.”

He held a battered leather satchel out to her. “Hide this,” he said, then collapsed forward.

Cassie caught him around the waist and eased him to the plank floor. Was he dead? She felt the side of his sweaty neck. His heart was beating, but he looked like hell. His clothes were coated in blood and dirt, and his face had a sickly white hue to it. He was lucky to be alive. Someone had shot him full of holes.

Where had he come from? Holloway was in the middle of nowhere with no railroad connection, and it wasn’t on the stagecoach line. She hadn’t heard a horse out front, and he couldn’t have walked here from Baxter, could he? That would be suicide.

Wild ideas raced through her mind as she stared down at him. Maybe he was a fugitive or a bank robber. Decent people didn’t get themselves shot for no reason. Whoever shot him could’ve been following him, looking to finish him off.

Her gaze settled on the satchel. What was in it? Money? Gold? The deed to a silver mine? Why did he want her to hide it?

Cassie brushed her hair away from her face and frowned. What the hell was she supposed to do with him? Why had he wandered into her store, of all places? The last thing she needed was a half-dead stranger complicating her life. His being here would only stir up trouble—and she already had more than she needed.

Maybe she could— With a start, she realized he hadn’t moved. She shook his bloodied left shoulder.  The man remained motionless. “Damn it to hell.” She yanked the satchel from his grip, then ran behind the counter and stuffed it in the bottom drawer. There wasn’t time to look inside and see what the stranger was hiding. Whoever he was, he needed help—fast.

Order your copy of Lies, Love & Redemption here:

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And if you love historical romances, don’t miss my other Medallion Press novels:
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In a future blog, I’ll share an inside look at the making of the book and a steamy excerpt.
Happy Reading!

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 95 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.
In 2016 Kelli began re-releasing her romances previously published by Amber Quill Press. Visit her website and blog for a full title list. Her Medallion Press historical western romance, Lies, Love & Redemption, was published in September 2016.

Kelli’s writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her 15 years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

If you like to be scared, check out Kelli’s horror ebooks: Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor. She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

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Welcome author Linda Mooney

Revitalizing an Old Trope 

One of the things I’ve come across as an author and reader is the number of books that read pretty much the same. Some of these deal with a particular genre. Some are just another version of a well-used trope. Coming up with something totally original and previously unheard of is difficult, but it’s not impossible.

One common trope has been around since the Bible. It’s the battle between Good and Evil. God versus Satan. Angels against demons. Countless television shows and movies have dealt with this theme, and some quite successfully. But in most cases, the Good has been represented by males, the hero. Which was why I wanted my pivotal character, my Good, to be female. And not a hardened, trained assassin. A young woman, an innocent who was plucked from death fifty years ago and resurrected to be the answer to a prophesy regarding the End of Times.

This how The Miracle Trilogy came to be.

Coming September 20th!
And Now Available for Pre-Order!
Above All, Book 1
Paranormal/Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Word Count:  41K
$2.99 e
My name is Casi Clarity. I was 26 years old when I died in 1969. Then I woke up in the 21st century—whole, sane, and unblemished. And at the same age I was when I died.

What's more, when I came back, I brought a friend with me. His name is Coheed. He's a corporeal spirit, and he is also my protector. Against what, you ask? Well, it seems that ever since my return, I've been chased by ghosts. Demons. Ancient evil. Monsters. You name it.
Why are they after me? Because they want to know my secret. They want to wreak havoc on mankind and bring about our ultimate destruction, and the only way they can accomplish that is by being fleshy beings again. To inhabit as many bodies as they can to cause untold horror. They are determined to discover how I returned from the dead, even if it means trapping me, torturing me, and ultimately killing me again to see if I'm resurrected a second time.
My name is Casi.
The undead call me Mouse.
Coheed calls me Miracle.
(PG Excerpt)

Chapter 1

            Reality exploded with a roar and squeal of throttled lightning. Casi jolted awake, adrenaline pumping through her body with the force of a fire hose, tried to focus on the rush of metal flying past her mere feet away. Seconds later the metallic monster disappeared, leaving her quaking in its wake.
            It was dark, with the exception of one lone, poorly lit wall sconce on the other side of wherever the hell she was. She glanced around at her surroundings to find nothing but brick and mortar, and remnants of old tiles falling off the graffiti-covered walls. The place reeked of exhaust and mildew, and it was cold. Cold and damp, and damned uncomfortable.
            She tried to move and ignore the fact that her body felt like it was encased in ice. She could barely feel her hands and fingers. Worse, there was no sensation in her feet. Cautiously, she flexed her hands, her arms, and then her legs. When she felt no pain or anything else out of the ordinary, she tried to turn her head.
            She was lying on her right side inside what appeared to be some kind of cul-de-sac or alley. Getting up on one elbow, she tried to figure out where she was. Another squeal distantly sounded, and she would swear the ground trembled beneath her.
            The scent of something rotten flowed into her lungs. A brisk wind blew over her, making her tremble even more, and a glance down at herself explained why she felt so cold. She was wearing her favorite sundress. It was a bright red crepe with spaghetti straps. Pantyhose covered her legs, and her red pumps she often referred to as her ruby slippers were on her feet. But other than that, she had nothing else to cover herself with. No coat, no umbrella. Not even a sweater or shawl.
            The ground vibrated again. She managed to sit up where she could get a better look around. Now that her eyes were adjusted to the dimness, she noticed the debris, the garbage, the filth. 
            Where am I? Am I in an alley somewhere? Where is here? How did I get here? How did I…
            Her teeth started chattering. It was an effort to reach up and clutch her arms for warmth. One thing was certain. She couldn’t stay here. Prolonged exposure to this kind of cold would kill her. Not to mention what diseases she could pick up from the crap floating around.
            Using the wall to help support herself, she managed to get to her feet. A wave of dizziness passed through her, forcing her to dig her fingers into the mortar to keep from falling.
            Hunger. She was hungry. Her stomach was squeezing itself into a hard knot to let her know. It was probably why she felt so weak. How long had it been since she’d last eaten? And she was thirsty. Her throat felt dry, clogged, and she coughed to clear it.
            Her mind continued to whirl, keeping her disoriented and off-balance. Rounding the corner, she was hit with a blast of frigid air, followed immediately by a wave of warm air. Placing her free hand to her forehead, she concentrated on trying to place one foot in front of the other as she followed the narrow, barely six-inch ledge.
            Train tracks. She saw and recognized train tracks, but she was inside a tunnel. Casi frowned. She was from a small town in Texas. The railroads she knew ran outside of town, but she couldn’t think of anywhere where they would have to go through a tunnel.
            She continued moving parallel to the tracks. Sooner or later she had to reach the end. Once she got there, hopefully she’d find some kind of landmark that would lead her into town where she could find something to eat. At this point, she even settle for a glass of water. Anything that would help relieve the cramping in her stomach.
            “Hey, you! Lady! Hey!”
            Casi came to a wobbly stop and glanced up to see a flashlight aimed at her. Behind it was a dark figure that appeared to be someone wearing a hardhat.
            “Hey, Lady, what are you doing down here?”
            “I’m lost! Can you show me the way out of this tunnel?”
            “Tunnel? Lady, this is no tunnel. It’s the E Line.”
            “A what?”
            “The subway. Hey, are you okay?” The figure drew closer, but the flashlight continued to shine directly in her eyes. Casi held a hand up to shield her face.
            “What subway? What are you talking about?”
            The man advanced toward her until she finally was able to see the faint coloration of his orange vest and yellow hardhat. He stood on the opposite side of the tunnel and pointed to the tracks.
            “How did you get to other side?” he asked.
            She shook her head. “I don’t know. I woke up there. Where did you say I was?”
            “On the E Line.”
            “Is that near a town?”
            The guy snorted. “Lady, you’re in Manhattan.”
            “Where’s Manhattan?”
            “New York City.”
            She stared at the shadowy figure in disbelief. Had she heard the man correctly? “New York, New York City?”
            A rattling swept through the tunnel. It sent the rancid smell wafting over them, which forced Casi to place her hand over her nose. “Can you tell me how to get out of here?”
            The guy pointed his light behind him. “The next station is about two hundred yards that way, but you’re gonna have to cross over the tracks to this side first.”
            Something about the man’s tone of voice instantly rankled her, but she couldn’t figure out why. “Can I reach it from this side?”
            “There’s no walkway on that side,” he explained. “Plus the platform will be on this side.”
            She saw him wave for her to join him. At the same time, she caught the sound of rumbling coming from behind her.
            “Let’s go, Lady. The next train’s coming.”
            “Casi, stay where you are!”
            She froze. Someone else was in the tunnel with them. Someone who knew her well enough to call her by name, but she didn’t recognize the voice. Much less know anyone with a British accent.
            “Lady, hurry up!”
            “Casi, don’t move! Press up against the wall as close as possible or the train will hit you!”
            The rumbling grew louder. The bricks beneath her feet vibrated so violently, the slick soles of her shoes threatened to give way beneath her, and there was nothing she could cling to to prevent herself from falling onto the tracks.
            The guy in the hardhat shined the light directly into her eyes, blinding her. The rumble became a roar, the same kind of roar that had awakened her a few minutes earlier. Throwing herself face-first against the bricks, she dug her fingers into the loose mortar and pressed herself as tightly as possible against the wall.
            The train raced by like stampeding horses. It pulled a hurricane wind along with it, making her dress and hair whip viciously across her face and legs. Dirt and debris swirled around her, tugging at her, trying to pull her off the narrow ledge.
The sound was horrendous, high-pitched and hurtful to her ears. Casi closed her eyes to keep the grit from blinding her and prayed the train would soon pass. As if in answer, the mechanical beast vanished down the mouth of the tunnel, and everything grew quiet once more.
“Casi, are you all right?”
The guy who knew her name was nearby. Closer than the man in the hardhat, but also on the other side of the tracks. Neither did he have a flashlight.
            “Hey, Lady! You still with us?” The light played over her. “Come on, Lady. You can’t stay here. Come with me. I’ll show you the way out.”
            “Don’t go with him, Casi!”
            She stared into the darkness, in the direction where the train had emerged. She could barely detect a figure coming toward her, but the blackness swallowed him up.
            The man in the hardhat crawled down on the tracks and started coming toward her. “Come on, Lady. I ain’t got all day.”
            “Casi, no!”
            The worker kept the flashlight shining directly in her eyes, preventing her from getting a better look at him. He paused almost at her feet and held out a hand. “Let’s go.”
            She hesitated. “Please turn off your flashlight. I can’t see with you shining it in my eyes.”
            The man acted as if he didn’t hear her. “Come on! You want me to call the cops?” He came up behind her and reached for her ankle. “Get down from there!”
            She kicked outward to keep the man from grabbing her foot. Instead, she hit the flashlight and sent it flying across the tracks. The man in the hardhat growled and reached for her again. Another kick, and this time she knocked off his hat.
            A face that was nothing human stared up at her. Its oval mouth was lined in hundreds of tiny, needle-shaped teeth. White bands crisscrossed where its nose should be, and its two eyes were huge black holes.
            Casi screamed and kicked at it again, but it managed to snag her foot and held on.
            A dark figure raced in, tackling the man creature. They fell sideways onto the track, when suddenly the man shrieked in pain, or anger, or both. The dark figure rolled away, leaving the man creature to writhe on the rails, sparks snapping in the air around him.
            Casi watched, unable to move or speak as the man creature shriveled, grew smaller, and eventually disappeared, leaving nothing but his clothes and hardhat to show he’d been there. It became harder to breathe, and she gasped for air when the dark figure bent to pick up the flashlight. But instead of shining it at her, it shone it on itself.
            It was a man. A young man. A black man, with tight curly rings for hair. He grinned at her, and his brilliantly white teeth reminded her of a beacon on a lighthouse.
            “You okay?” he casually asked.
            She could only manage a quick nod in answer.
            Another rumbling sound echoed down the tunnel. The stranger glanced in its direction, then back at her.
            “It’s not safe to stay here, Casi. We need to get out of here, and now.”
            “H-how do you know my name?”
            “It’s a long story. By the way, my name is Coheed.”
            Unconsciously, her eyes returned to the flat pile of clothing left on the tracks. “What was that thing?”
            “It was a demon. It meant to kill you. It’s gone now, but there will be more, and they’re coming after you.”
            She blinked at him in disbelief. “Me? Why?”
            Coheed took a deep breath. “It’s a long story. Listen, I need for you to come with me.”
            “Why? H-how do I know you’re not one of those…things?”
            The smile disappeared. He pointed to his face. “Look at me. Do I look anything like that thing?”
            She studied his expression. The wide, deep-set eyes. The strong chin. She shook her head. “No.”
            He pointed to the clothes. “Those demons, each one is unique in the way they look, but none of them look human. At least, not to you. That’s how you’ll be able to tell them from normal people.”
            The rumbling grew louder, signaling the fast approaching train. Coheed gestured to her.
            “We can’t stay here, ducky. We have to keep moving. Are you hungry?”
            “Wh-who are you? Why are you here? How do you know my name?” she continued to insist. She remained undecided whether or not to trust him, but she knew her options were quickly running out.
            Coheed tossed the flashlight to his other hand, twirling the object as he did so. “I promise to answer all your questions as soon as we get you out of here. But, for the sake of brevity, let’s just say I’m here to protect you from those demons.”
            A faint brightness appeared down the tunnel’s throat. She shuddered and stared at Coheed’s outstretched hand. Reluctantly, she reached out and grasped it, and a warmth flowed into her as if she’d been wrapped in a flannel blanket. He tugged on her arm.
            “Quick, quick. Step where I step, or else you might accidentally hit one of the electrified rails.”
            He helped her get down from the ledge, then across the tracks to the wider walkway. By the time the next train reached them, they were close enough to the platform to keep from being blown away. A couple of people who stood waiting to board stared at them but didn’t offer any assistance.
Once they were on the platform, Coheed led her through the turnstiles and up two flights of steps to the city sidewalks above.

A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love.
She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance.
She also writes naughty humorous romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith, and elementary teacher workbooks as L. G. Mooney.

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Discover RaeAnne Thayne's new book, Snowfall on Haven Point/Book Review

Author RaeAnne Thayne has another installment in her wonderful series of Haven Point called Snowfall on Haven Point and let me tell you it's a wonderful story that will tug at your heartstrings.

Come celebrate the festive season with the authority on contemporary holiday romance, New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne, who returns with another chapter in the trials and tribulations of small town life in SNOWFALL ON HAVEN POINT (HQN Books, October 2016, $7.99 U.S./$9.99 CAN.). Set beneath the rugged Idaho mountainside in a magical lakeside town where even the most damaged of souls may find comfort, SNOWFALL ON HAVEN POINT is the latest installment in Thayne’s popular Haven Point series.

My Rating for Snowfall on Haven Point: 4 Stars

My book review of Snowfall on Haven Point:

Andrea Montgomery has spent a rough two years after the death of her husband and now all she wants is for her children to have a happy and safe holiday in their new hometown of Haven Point. But when her good friend, Wynona, asks her to keep an eye out for her brother, Marshall Bailey, after he broke his leg, well Andrea can’t say no to the woman who she and her children owe so much, she never anticipates finding Marshall so dang appealing even if he growls and is quite grouchy towards her.

Marshall hates sitting on the sidelines as he heals from a mysterious hit-and-run accident. But he never anticipated finding Andrea so adorable or falling for her two kids even as his protective instincts rise up whenever she is around. As a blizzard forces these two together for the holiday, sparks fly and Marshall finds himself drawn to the gentle and spirited woman that is Andrea and enjoys the excitement of the season on her kids’ faces. But if these two headstrong people can’t figure out what their heart is telling them and risk it all, then they just might not get all they could have this Christmas season.

I adore Ms. Thayne’s books and her newest one in the acclaimed Haven Point series (which is a spin-off from her Hope’s Crossing series), SNOWFALL ON HAVEN POINT, delivers a romance that will steal your heart and deliver a story that just makes you breathless. I love seeing some familiar faces and we see some new ones as well in this latest installment. This is a story that started when we met Andrea and her kids in Redemption Bay in Wynona’s story and continues with Andrea having her own book next. I love how the author incorporates such wonderful small town traditions and setting in her Haven Point and Hope’s Crossing series. With each book in the series, we get drawn into a place filled with intriguing characters, a storyline that is as real as can be and a setting that just makes you want to go visit. The author does a wonderful job in capturing that spirit of small towns-the good and the bad-and makes the reader feel like they are right beside her beloved characters as well.

Meet Marshall Bailey and Andrea Montgomery. Two people who are polar opposites yet are drawn to one another after putting down the wall around their hearts. We met these two secondary characters in Redemption Bay and I was thrilled to see Andrea get her own story after that book and to my surprise it was with Marshall Bailey, Sheriff of Lake Haven, and Wynona’s older brother. I love these two characters together. Andrea and her kids soften stern and tough Marshall and he pretty much melts into a puddle after he begins to fall for her, kicking and screaming all the way. The chemistry between these two is off the charts and it simmers between them continually. I enjoyed catching up with some familiar and favorite characters as well as some new ones that I am really hoping become more prominent in future books in the series. The characters are well written and show vulnerabilities that real people have. They also stole my heart, more than once. The secondary characters kept the story flowing smoothly and I found that they added a little light heartedness to the storyline that alleviated the search for answers in Marshall’s hit-and-run driver.

SNOWFALL ON HAVEN POINT is a delightful read that will transport you to a small town filled with heart and with characters that will feel like family after your done reading the book. I am really hoping Ms. Thayne continues with this amazing series and hope you can pick up any of her books since they are so dang good. If you are looking for a great holiday story to read then grab SNOWFALL ON HAVEN POINT and get ready to fall in love with a small town that delivers more than you think.

This is an objective review and not an endorsement

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne loves words. Her love affair started as soon as she learned to read, when she used to devour anything she could get her hands on: cereal boxes, encyclopedias, the phone book, you name it! She loves the way words sound, the way they look on the page and the amazing way they can be jumbled together in so many combinations to tell a story. Her love of reading and writing those words led her to a fifteen-year career in journalism as a newspaper reporter and editor. Through it all, she dreamed of writing the kind of stories she loved best. She sold her first book in 1995 and since then she’s published more than 40 titles. Her books have won many honors, including three RITA® Award nominations from the Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. RaeAnne finds inspiration in the rugged northern Utah mountains where she lives with her hero of a husband and their children. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com. 

Discover Wed by Wednesday by Sarah O'Rourke

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What happens when a naive city girl answers a personal ad to marry a bachelor farmer from the hills of Tennessee? Destiny! Read how Orla and Jethro's story started back in the 1960s...and find out exactly how deliciously naughty these two can be!   This insta-love 50,000-word novel is filled with humor, romance, and just enough erotica to keep you coming back for more.  Wed by Wednesday is the prequel to Sarah O’Rourke’s Paradise series, and like all of her books, it can be read as a standalone.