Thursday, August 28, 2014

Wings of the Butterfly by S.M. Pace


Does anyone really not judge a book by its cover?  In reality, we all have busy lives, and not enough time to read or even skim the back cover blurb of every book that pops up in our Also Purchased list on Amazon. 
The cover could easily be considered the reader’s new gatekeeper.  A well-made, eye catching cover, that fits well with the story described in the blurb, can definitely entice a reader.  On the other hand, a sloppy cover, or one that appears to have no bearing on the novel it graces can quickly tell a reader to look elsewhere. 
Perhaps not fair, as I’ve certainly found books with really bad covers, mostly romance novels, that were definitely worth a read.  But that’s the way of the world.  A cover is most likely the first bit of exposure a book has to a potential reader.  The first chance to make a good impression or a bad one, and just like with meeting people, there’s often no way to recover from a bad first impression. 
I’m no expert on designing covers, as I am not visually inclined.  That was the first thing I hired out for, to my awesome cover artist Christa Holland at Paper and Sage design.  I can offer a few tips though. 
The title and your name need to stand out.  They should be big enough to be easily readable when your cover is just a thumbnail, standard search list size on Amazon.  Use standard font, nothing fancy that will be difficult to read, and make sure the background color doesn’t match to closely to the font color and obscure. 
Less is more.  Too many images will clutter up your cover.  Choose one or two key images that you feel communicate the nature of the story you’re trying to tell.  Play around with manipulating these images to fit them together.  Invest in photo shop or other good image editing software (others can give better recommendations then me) and give yourself time to explore a lot of different ideas for cover design.   


YA Fantasy
Date Published: August 15, 2014

Three nations teeter on the brink of war, and caught in the middle, a brother and sister find themselves surrounded by dangers they never imagined.

Adopted by the Yurha, Toby still struggles to properly fit in. Hunting in the forest, he stumbles across a jeweled cuff that attaches to his wrist and won’t come off. Afraid at first, he is soon thrilled to discover the cuff carries powerful magic. But as he tries to control it, he realizes the cuff is still linked to its original owner - an owner who will go to cruel lengths to get his magic back.

Miles away, Toby’s twin sister Ora struggles with life in a strange city. She and family have fled Yois for Nietza, where Ora will not be arrested for possessing magic. However, Nietza is not the magical paradise Ora had imagined. Despite her new friends, she can’t feel safe in a country where women are little more than pawns.

Secrets, brutal murders and war edging ever closer drive both siblings from their safe places. Failure to stop those who pursue them will mean a fate worse than death.

Excerpt
Toby worked at the wrist cuff, but it hardly budged.  It had become something like a piece of his arm.
Leaves shuddered overhead.  A pair of squirrels raced over the branches, chittering.  Toby sat alone against the bole of a tree, a half mile or so from the settlement.  No sign of an oversized hawk, but he had a better idea than scanning the branches.  He’d ended up inside the hawk’s mind before.  He thought he could do it again.
He stripped away his leggings and loin cloth and laid them beside him.  Naked, he shivered, despite the unusual heat of the mid-autumn day.  A thrill of fear coursed through him at the other part of his plan.  The memory of pale fur sprouting across his arm stuck hard in Toby’s head.  If it means what I think it means, the thought drifted as Toby steadied his breathing.  He pressed his back against the rough bark and sank into the wrist cuff.    
The wellspring of magic nearly swallowed him.  He tried to imitate what Kyat had done, pushing his awareness away from the crystals, and into the metal.  A different power, with the taste of metal, stung him. 
Blackness swallowed him.  He fought to stay aware.  Everything shifted, spun, and someone else’s mind swept over and around him.  He glimpsed scaled claws and dark feathers.  The hawk.
He watched through the creature’s eyes, and felt what it felt.  Spasms wracked its body. One claw flattened, flexed, the scales melting away to reveal a misshapen foot.  Toby cried out at the pain of even that small success.  Then the foot twitched and turned back into a claw, and with a strangled cry, the hawk took flight.
Toby was thrown back into his body.  He knew the hawk hid somewhere at the north-eastern edge of the pack’s territory, where the hills began to give way to mountains.  He’d also learned something else; the feel of a type of magic he’d never experienced before.  He sent his mind back into the wrist cuff. 
He pushed away the bits of his magic, and other magics he couldn’t name.  In the midst of those, the cuff held a bundle of power that curled and writhed.  Shifting magic. 
To wear fur and run on all fours.  To howl and tumble with his brothers.  To run with the pack during full moon hunts, and take down a deer with his teeth.  To be a wolf, like his family.  To be truly one of them.
Toby willed every ounce of those thoughts into the magic and spread it through his body.
A cramp struck his lower belly and doubled him over, then dropped him to his knees.  His chest tightened and, for a moment, panic seized him, and he wanted to shove the magic away.
He breathed slowly while spasms wracked his body.  The bones in his legs cracked first, shifting, and forcing him to stand awkwardly on his hands and feet.  Then his arms and back twisted.  His face crunched, stretched.  His shoulders popped.  Fur grew, like tiny pins bursting out of his skin.  The whine of an animal spilled from his throat. 


S. M. Pace

S. M. Pace lives with her husband in the wilds of Virginia, along with a pond full of fish, a turtle and too many squirrels. When she's not writing, she's wrangling a dozen pre-schoolers, learning a new recipe or reading.

Website: http://spacewomen/home/

Twitter: @StephMPace

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Tempest Murders by P.M. Terrell

REINCARNATION AND THE TEMPEST MURDERS

I have always been fascinated by the concept of reincarnation. When I was a young child, long before the invention of the Internet and the plethora of information we now have at our fingertips, I dreamed of places, people and events I could never have known about. And there have always been people I’d only just met who I felt I’d known my entire life, and others that, for no apparent reason, I always distrusted.

In the 1980’s during a particularly challenging marriage (which thankfully ended) I was undergoing psychological counseling when the therapist suggested regression hypnosis. She confessed she’d intended to take me back to my childhood—but instead, I relived my own death—on a battlefield during the Civil War.

Since that time, I have delved into the possibilities of reincarnation. I found it interesting that some folks I’ve met were adamant believers in one life and then you went to heaven or hell; yet, when a loved one passed on, they spoke of that person’s spirit remaining with them here on earth. If the spirit lives on and the cord between particular souls is so great, why couldn’t they continue to evolve through more than one physical lifetime?

In The Tempest Murders, Detective Ryan O’Clery is an Irish immigrant and staunch Catholic investigating a serial killer in North Carolina. He, a bit like myself, has had dreams his entire life—dreams of a twin soul and a life halfway around the world and nearly two centuries earlier. When he discovers a journal kept by an uncle five generations earlier, he realizes his dreams are actually Constable Rian Kelly’s memories.

In 1839 during the worst storm to ever hit Ireland, Rian Kelly lost his lover, Caitlin O’Conor, to a serial killer. In 2011, Ryan O’Clery is investigating a string of murders eerily similar—right down to the descriptions of the victims, the unique method of death, and even the killer’s description. Ryan begins to wonder if he is the reincarnation of Rian Kelly. And when he meets a television reporter who is a dead ringer for the woman in his dreams, he becomes convinced that Cathleen Reilly is the reincarnation of his lost soul mate, Caitlin O’Conor.

As Hurricane Irene bears down on the coast, events begin to play out just as they had in 1839, and Ryan knows if he doesn’t alter his and Cathleen’s destinies, they will relive their fate over and over again.

It brings up the intriguing questions: Do you believe in reincarnation? And are we destined to relive history? Or can we alter our own fate?



Romantic Suspense 
Date Published: September 2013

Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides when he discovers a journal kept by an uncle five generations earlier, detailing the same type of murders as the Night of the Big Wind swept the Atlantic Ocean across Ireland in 1839.

As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlyn O’Conor, the woman lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.

Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?

A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destinies.

One of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards

Excerpt 1:

They were bites away from finishing their meal when the sky opened up. There might have been a warning, had he been by himself and able to observe his surroundings; but by the time he noticed the trees bending deeply and the gray clouds roiling, the rain had descended on them in a torrent. Within seconds, their food was floating.
A tiny shriek escaped Cathleen’s lips as she vainly tried to keep the rain off her head.
Ryan jumped up, grabbed her wrist and in one fluid movement, had her on her feet. They raced for the back door, managing to rush inside just as a wicked clap of thunder sounded, followed almost instantly by a white streak of lightning.
Once inside, he closed the door, plunging them both into relative silence. He turned around, an offer to get her a towel on his lips. But when he laid eyes on her, the words froze. She was completely drenched. Her hair was hanging in folds from which water streamed until it formed a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her thin blouse was plastered to her body and seemed to highlight the black lace bra beneath. It further accentuated a slender waist before giving way to jeans that she now appeared to have been poured into. Her feet were soaked and as he took in the petite toes peeking out, he found himself staring at the pink polish and a Celtic toe ring before his eyes moved back up her body.
By the time they reached her eyes, he felt as if he was on automatic pilot. His mind was completely blank, his emotions swept away. He stepped toward her at the exact moment he reached out and pulled her to him, the wet blouse teasing his chest. He didn’t look in her eyes but closed his as his lips locked onto hers.
They were everything he’d dreamed about; full and moist and soft. But she wasn’t kissing him.
He stopped and took a step backward, separating them. She stood perfectly still and stared at him with eyes that had grown round and huge. Her face had lost its color and as she continued staring at him, he realized she was in shock.
Horrified with his own boorish behavior, he stumbled over his words. “I am so sorry. I’ve never done anything like that in my life—”
She rushed at him and for the briefest of moments, he didn’t know if she planned to slap him or pummel him or push him to the side to rush out the door. He staggered backward to get out of her way but when she descended on him her arms encircled his neck, pulling his head down to hers. When their lips met again, hers were slightly open and she met his mouth with a passion he had only dreamed about but had never fully experienced.
Ryan’s arms wrapped around her; pulling her to him so tightly he had to contain himself to keep from bruising her. She tasted sweet and fresh, the raindrops mingling with perspiration and a fragrance that was both soothing and wild and which seemed to envelop them both in a sensual cocoon.
His large hand found her face, the palm cupping her chin while his fingers stroked her jaw. Her skin was as soft as silk and moist from the rain; and as her lips parted further to allow him in, he thought he could never get enough of her. As one hand wandered to her hair, weaving his fingers through the long tresses, a mingled scent of citrus and florals wafted upward, growing in intensity as he fondled her locks.
He pressed his body against her, tightening his hold on her as his other hand explored her back, kneading her skin through the thin, wet blouse. Her breath was coming in short shallow bursts now and he could feel her heart quickening as he pressed ever closer. When she sighed softly, he opened his eyes and when she moaned, he reluctantly drew back from her, his muscled chest rising and falling and yearning.
Her face was flushed, the heat rising in her cheeks in a way that tantalized him. Her plump lips remained slightly parted and as he gazed at them, he realized he might have bruised them despite his efforts to control his passion. As his eyes found hers, he discovered them staring at him in a way that disarmed him. The gold flecks he had seen earlier appeared to have grown and now they nearly glowed as she looked at him. They were tumultuous, the colors dancing under her long, curved black lashes. But it was the raw emotion in them that gripped his soul; he’d seen desire before and had witnessed passion but there was something more—something deeper. It was trust, he realized with a start. As if she was standing before him, naked to the soul and she was entrusting herself to his care.
In his peripheral vision, he could see her chest rising and falling with her jagged breath and each rise threatened to take him closer to the peak of desire.






P.M. Terrell

p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than twenty books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.

Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.

Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee. The Tempest Murders was one of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category, and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards.

She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.

She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.

For more information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.

Website: http://www.pmterrell.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.p.m.terrell

Twitter: @pmterrell

Blog: http://www.pmterrell.blogspot.com

Any Others: http://www.vickisangelfish.blogspot.com (based on the series Black Swamp Mysteries and the CIA operatives’ front as angelfish breeders) andhttp://www.bookemnc.blogspot.com (p.m.terrell is the founder of Book ‘Em North Carolina)

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

A Matter of Trust by Greta Van Der Rol



Will the Demon Admiral protect her from her family? Princess Amira is ready to start a new life after the death of her husband, but that doesn’t include marrying the man her father picks out for her. Pursued by his agents, she races across the galaxy in a desperate search for a safe haven. Amid simmering tensions at the edge of the Empire, Amira renews her acquaintance with Imperial Admiral Ul-Mellor. Although his detractors call him the Demon Admiral, Amira finds him intelligent, articulate, and very attractive.

But Ul-Mellor is not human and Amira is a princess – far above Ul-Mellor’s status on his home world. He and Amira will have to overcome a gulf of cultural and class differences if they’re to turn their mutual attraction into a relationship. And what will Ul-Mellor do when faced with a choice – Amira or his hard-won commission?




Excerpt:


Amira strode across the ornate polished stone floor of her father’s private sitting room and into his study. “You wanted to see me, Father?”

Prince Fedor Hezkurin looked up from the paperwork on his desk and scowled, his gaze flicking over her. “Amira, my dear, I wish you wouldn’t wear those peasant clothes. They don’t become you.”

“They’re very practical for my work with the Tuchaska.” She pulled off the clasp that tied back her ponytail and shook her head, sending her hair dancing around her shoulders.

Hezkurin sighed. “That doesn’t become you either. You should not be wasting your time with aliens.”

Amira pulled over a chair and sat facing him. Yes, she probably did need a shower, and a change of clothes, too. Her boots had probably left a trail over her father’s floor. But she wasn’t going to apologize. “It was their planet before we took it over.”

“Yes, my dear and we’ve been the rulers for two hundred years.”

“They provide the labor for your estates. If somebody doesn’t help them you won’t have a labor force at all.” They’d had this discussion before. He didn’t care about mysterious illnesses that only affected the Tuchaska. As far as he was concerned there were enough of them to get the work done. Without her intervention their physician wouldn’t have been able to obtain sufficient drugs to treat the sick. Today she’d helped the doctor move two patients from their home to his clinic.

He nodded absently.

Her fingers beat a staccato tattoo on the arm of the chair. He was up to something. She could always tell. His eyes became shifty, darting around, and he fiddled with the objects on his desk. “Well?”

Prince Fedor shifted the picture of his wife one more time and took a deep breath. “I’ve been talking to Baron Ghaurondo.”

Ghaurondo? Big fat, ugly, loathsome Ghaurondo. She cocked an eyebrow. “How nice for you.”

“He’s a very powerful man, Amira.”

“Only in the Arondean Hegemony.”

Her father frowned. “Which is ten systems and where we live.”

“Yes, fine.” Amira crossed her legs and folded her arms. Her heart beat a little faster. This wasn’t sounding good. “So what?”

The Prince scratched absently at his neck above the ornate collar of his uniform. Goodness, that was a very bad sign. This wasn’t going to be good at all.

“As you know, we’ve not had the best of seasons. And we’re very dependent on the Arondean Hegemony… to buy our harvest, anyway. They’ve found other places to supply their agricultural products.” Fedor paused and licked his lips.

“What has that to do with me, father?”

“Baron Ghaurondo has always admired you.”

“Him and a few others.” Her pulse galloped. She had an idea she knew where this was going.

“He’s asked for your hand.”

“Sorry, I need both of mine.” She wished this was some sort of ridiculous joke. Or maybe she’d wake up in her own bed. “Father, you can’t be serious. He’s a bag of fat on legs. He’s got body odor.”

“Amira, darling, don’t make this difficult. It’s time you married again. He’s rich and powerful—”

“He’s twice my age and disgusting. No.” Anger boiled in her belly. So he thought he could order her about like a teenager, did he? She should never have come back here. “And why do I have to marry again anyway?”

“Christoph’s been dead for a year now and you’re not getting any younger.”

“Don’t give me the grandchildren story. I don’t want to hear it.” She stared at him, a horrible thought insinuating itself into her mind. He couldn’t mean…? Surely not. But his face was composed, the sort of look her father gave his estate manager when he’d made up his mind. “Oh, how obscene. With that… that…”

“Look at it from the family’s point of view, darling. It’s a strategic alliance. In the short term, Baron Ghaurondo can guarantee sale of our harvest. Without that, we’re in for a very hard time.”

“So you’re selling me to keep your economy going.”

“No. In the longer term, we become part of a powerful family that will secure our future here. You would be mother of the future Baron.”

Amira’s lip curled in disgust. “Oh, please, father. Ghaurondo already has a gaggle of sons.”

“He has promised your son will become—”

“So you’re selling me to gain political advantage. You disgust me.” At least he had the decency to squirm.

“No.” He scratched his neck again. “Look at the positives. Ghaurondo can give you anything you want. Jewels, clothes, finery, antiques.” He made an expansive gesture with his arm. “Anything at all.”

“He has nothing I want.”

The prince cleared his throat. “I’ve agreed, Amira. Baron Ghaurondo will be here tomorrow to collect his betrothed.”

Her heart lurched. Tomorrow. The bastard. “You didn’t think it might have been nice to discuss your plans for my life with me?” She jabbed her finger at her chest.

He leaned back in his chair, his fists on the desk, his gaze fixed on her face. “I knew what you’d say. But sometimes I have to think about more than just my immediate family’s interests.”

This was beyond acceptable. He might have sired her but contempt for him rose like bile in her throat. She rose to her feet and leaned over the desk at him. “You can’t do this. I’m thirty-six years old, not some na├»ve teenager to force into a strategic union.”

He flinched, but his jaw set. “I’ve given my word. It will be done.”

Amira shook her head slowly. “I’ve not given mine.” You contemptible bastard. She spun on her heel and strode toward the door, her boots ringing on the stone.

Her father’s sigh followed her. “I had hoped it would not come to this but you leave me no choice.”

The door opened. Six of the palace security guard waited outside.

Amira turned to her father, who stood behind his desk in his general’s pose: back straight and in command. He didn’t look at her, directing his attention at the armed men. “Escort Princess Amira to her apartments. She is not to leave without my express permission.”

Amira glowered at her father. Right now contempt wasn’t a good enough word. She despised him. “Do you think my mother would have approved of this?”

He looked at her then, a swift glance filled with sorrow before he said to the squad commander, “Take her away.”

“I despise you.” She marched off, flanked by the guards.

About the author:
Author Picture - Greta van der Rol
Greta van der Rol loves writing action-packed adventures with a side salad of romance. Most of her work is space opera, but she has written paranormal and historical fiction. She lives not far from the coast in Queensland, Australia and enjoys photography and cooking when she isn’t bent over the computer. She has a degree in history and a background in building information systems, both of which go a long way toward helping her in her writing endeavours.




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Monday, August 18, 2014

After the Silence Bree (part 3) by Jacqueline Paige



One woman’s journey through the chaotic new world.


Paranormal / Urban Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Survivalist


Bree Taylor is the last survivor of her family.  With no other choice she sets off on her own to escape the clutches of the new government’s army—that does not place safety and security in their code of behavior only the highest bidder get their protection and loyalty.

Living in a world of unstable climate changes becomes a journey she won’t soon forget.  She has to be prepared for anything at all times out in the new country and has to be wary of every person she meets. All while staying out of the path of the new army.




(Summer Fun discount until the end of August I0D43ML at checkout)



What they're saying about the first part of Bree's story:

"Her journey is so interesting, I found myself unwilling to put this book down.  Jacqueline Paige has produced a well written story which has a beautiful blend of adventure and paranormal fantasy that readers will find themselves drawn into the pages.  I highly recommend this book to lovers of post apocalyptic/survivalist stories and I am anxiously awaiting the next book in this series!"

~BookLover Sue


4 stars

"Can't wait to read the next book.
This book is well written,the author definitely knows how to describe stuff..."

~ Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors that Rock


"I really like the level of description,  I LOVE the development and personality of Tremor and Kizzy, and I really like where this book could go..."

~ Andretta Schellinger


"This first installment sets the scene and it' s a bit bleak. Hardships and danger are the order of the day, and for a woman out on her own it can be especially daunting. I did enjoy Bree's character, her attitude..."

~ClueReview  


"The ending left me wanting to read book 2 asap. I give this 5 awesome fangs and will definitely read the next book in the Bree saga."

~http://pratr.wordpress.com/  Paranormal Romance and Authors that Rock

Part 1 & 2 Also available on AMAZON and SMASHWORDS



Part 4 coming in September


About Jacqueline:

Jacqueline Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular Georgian Triangle area.  No one has ever heard of Stayner, she usually tells people she lives “near Collingwood” and no, she doesn’t ski at Blue Mountain or at all, in fact she’s not even fond of snow. 

She began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works in 2009 she hasn’t stopped.  Jacqueline describes her writing as “all things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the shelves.

When Jacqueline isn’t working at her ‘reality job’ or lost in her writing she spends time with her five children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of the other way around.  Together they do random road trips, that usually end up with them lost,  shopping trips where they push every button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen. She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting many more in the years to come.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Variation by Toni V. Sweeney

What happens when the girl of your dreams is also the man from your waking life?

Federation agent Gabriel Marsh finds himself asking just that question when he’s teamed with Aleksandr Karanov, who’s pretty as a picture and deadly as a cobra. Lexei’s also a variant, a mutant able to change sex at will, something coming in handy on his many assignments. Marsh has some definite adjusting to do where his new partner’s concerned—both morally and emotionally. His association with Lexei is ambivalent at best, prejudicial at worst, and the way he’s beginning to feel about Deirdre, Lexei’s Other Self, doesn’t bear thinking about.

Deirdre is shy and gentle, not the type of woman a ruthless Federation killer should fall for…but that’s exactly what happens.

Toni V. Sweeney

Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.

An accomplished artist as well as writer, she has a degree in Fine Art and a diploma in Graphic Art and produces book videos when she isn't writing. Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances often set in the South under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone.

In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US) and also Double Dragon Publishing (Canada). She reviews books for TwoLips Reviews and is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books. She recently had her 27th book published and has six more scheduled for release in 2013.
More on Toni can be found at The ToniVersehttp://www.tonivsweeney.com/

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Crushed Love, Well Shaken by Bob Young


Bert, 4F and gimpy, desires June, the married woman down the hall in his rooming house in 1943. Her husband is away at war and missing in action. Bert works as a clerk in the town butcher shop. In the depths of this emotional poverty, a red, hot blonde steps into his life with an offer he can’t refuse. Gracie, the grandniece of Bert’s landlady, is pregnant with her married supervisor’s child. She needs someone to save her reputation. He marries Gracie.


As Bert comes home after work his first night married, he finds that June and Gracie are co-workers and friends at the textile mill in town. Bert decides he has to find a way to love them both.

Bob Young

Bob has been writing his whole career except for the last ten years when he settled into customer service roles for a variety of companies. He answered an inner voice to return to storytelling and begged his way into a writers group. It was there that his short stories were diagnosed as novels waiting to be born.

He is fascinated by the generation just ahead of his own who weren’t old enough to go to war but tried to make contributions at home.

He reports that writing ‘When Love Shaped Us’ has been a very satisfying experience. The extended length has allowed him to describe a small town and the changes that begin to push it into a new era as well as to tell the story of Chaz and Irene.

Bob has written some plays in the past, some of which have been produced in workshop settings. His four children are the prototypes for his action-oriented, adventurous heroes. And his relationship with his wife, Shari, is the deep resource he accesses to describe love between two people in good times and bad.


Friday, August 15, 2014

Death is Overdue by R.W. Weiss





In an isolated cabin in the woods of Montana, village outsider Wooly Jacoby secretly witnesses the brutal murder of Calvin Lampert. Come the spring thaw, Hugh Winslow’s two dogs drag a body from the river. The remains are a bit questionable, but it is indeed Wooly Jacoby, last seen in mid-November.

A search of Wooly’s shack reveals hundreds of discarded library books and several old newspaper clippings about various federal grants to the local town leaders—but no hint of Calvin Lampert.

With the help of Hugh, his family, and his two Malamutes, Sheriff Beatrice follows a trail of blackmail, adultery, and questionable official behavior to find the connection between the two killings.


R. W. Weiss


After teaching English for 35 years, Mr. Weiss became a ski lift operator, short order cook, greens keeper, and questionable ranch hand in Montana.  He spends his time writing, painting, and composing.  He has three children, eight grandchildren, and lives with his wife of 40 years.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Defiant by Sabrina York



Welcome to my stop for Defiant: Noble Passions # 5 by Sabrina York.

This is part of a blast tour with BippityBoppityBook, so be sure to check out the other tour stops to read exclusive excerpts and see what others thought about the book with their review.


Saturday, August 2, 2014

After the Silence by Jacqueline Paige



After the Silence
Bree - part 2


One woman’s journey through the chaotic new world.


Paranormal / Urban Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Survivalist


Bree Taylor is the last survivor of her family.  With no other choice she sets off on her own to escape the clutches of the new government’s army—that does not place safety and security in their code of behavior only the highest bidder get their protection and loyalty.

Living in a world of unstable climate changes becomes a journey she won’t soon forget.  She has to be prepared for anything at all times out in the new country and has to be wary of every person she meets. All while staying out of the path of the new army.






What they're saying about the first part of Bree's story:

"Her journey is so interesting, I found myself unwilling to put this book down.  Jacqueline Paige has produced a well written story which has a beautiful blend of adventure and paranormal fantasy that readers will find themselves drawn into the pages.  I highly recommend this book to lovers of post apocalyptic/survivalist stories and I am anxiously awaiting the next book in this series!"

~BookLover Sue


4 stars

"Can't wait to read the next book.
This book is well written,the author definitely knows how to describe stuff..."

~ Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors that Rock


"I really like the level of description,  I LOVE the development and personality of Tremor and Kizzy, and I really like where this book could go..."

~ Andretta Schellinger


"This first installment sets the scene and it' s a bit bleak. Hardships and danger are the order of the day, and for a woman out on her own it can be especially daunting. I did enjoy Bree's character, her attitude..."

~ClueReview  


"The ending left me wanting to read book 2 asap. I give this 5 awesome fangs and will definitely read the next book in the Bree saga."

~http://pratr.wordpress.com/  Paranormal Romance and Authors that Rock

Part 1 Also available on AMAZON and SMASHWORDS


Excerpt:
Claws dug into me as it climbed to my neck at the same moment ice cold water swallowed me.  My breath left my body so quickly it felt like my lungs were going to burst.  The intense pain from the incisions the animal was making across my chest brought me the strength to kick as hard as I could towards the surface.  I wasn’t the strongest swimmer by far, but I had more than enough will to live to try for both of us.
In the brief glimpses I managed to keep my head above the water, I didn’t spot the shore once.  We were being sucked into the middle. Through the white choppy water that blurred my vision I was only able to catch a quick look each time before we were dragged under again.  I could feel the rocks rake over my back and hoped there would be enough flesh left to survive it.
The cat was practically wrapped around my neck and holding several layers of skin and flesh captive in its young claws as we swirled around again in a deep pit of rushing water.  Each time we surfaced, I gulped as much air into my lungs as I could before water filled my mouth again.  The undercurrent calmed just long enough for me to find the direction of shore and with every ounce of strength I could find I kicked and paddled with my arms trying to shove us in that direction.  I could make out a tree that was floating near the bank just seconds before I was inhaling water again.
Hitting the bottom I shoved as hard as I could and tried to aim to the calmer water near the shore, not even knowing if I was going in the right direction until air hit my face once more.  The tree was still in sight and I somehow knew if we didn’t reach it we wouldn’t be on land after that.  Releasing my hold on the animal that was anchored to me so deeply that no way was it going to jump off and float away I swam towards the tree and prayed I’d reach the limbs lying in the water before we were dragged beyond them.
Part 3-4 TBR Aug 18th – Sept 18th
Full Volume print available January 2015


About Jacqueline:

Jacqueline Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular Georgian Triangle area.  No one has ever heard of Stayner, she usually tells people she lives “near Collingwood” and no, she doesn’t ski at Blue Mountain or at all, in fact she’s not even fond of snow. 

She began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works in 2009 she hasn’t stopped.  Jacqueline describes her writing as “all things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the shelves.

When Jacqueline isn’t working at her ‘reality job’ or lost in her writing she spends time with her five children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of the other way around.  Together they do random road trips, that usually end up with them lost,  shopping trips where they push every button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen. She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting many more in the years to come.

Friday, August 1, 2014

The Button Legacy: Emily's Inheritance by Ginger Marcinkowski

The Button Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance
by Ginger Marcinkowski

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BLURB:


Based on the true story of one family’s spiritual saga revealed through buttons that have been secreted away in an antique box, and that ultimately hold the key to each generation’s salvation.

Ginger Marcinkowski’s first novel, Run, River Currents featured Emily Evans, who as a girl shared a special understanding with her grandfather, John Polk. Despite the scars of her father's abuse John taught her to look to the future in faith, promising Emily God's grace can be seen even in the simplest thing—a button.

Years after her grandfather John's death, the unexpected delivery of a decorated tin, still brimming with odd-colored buttons is delivered to Emily. The reappearance of the family buttons unlocks joyous memories and guides Emily to realize a secret her grandfather promised lay within the stories of that worn button box; the healing power of prayer. In The Button Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance each button connects one generation to the next as their interrelated stories unfold across the timeless landscape of their spiritual journey.



Excerpt
She shook her head and tugged at the paper. In moments the unwrapped package revealed a cardboard box. She tore at the box until it gave way. It took Emily only a second to recognize the faded tin box tucked inside. She drew in a deep breath.

“Em? What is it?” Aaron asked, placing his hands on hers.

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and dancing. “It’s the button box!” she whispered, her voice a singsong of joy.

“The what?”

“The button box. Gram and Grampy’s button box!”

Her hands shook as she pulled the container from the cardboard and dropped it onto her lap. The colors were just as she’d remembered them, a faded pastoral scene once alive with vivid tints of blue, green, yellow, and red. She gazed at the tin, taking in its beauty as she brushed her hands gently over the top of its raised design. She felt her eyes welling with tears.

“Honey, where did it come from?” Aaron asked, his face etched with questions.

She shook her head from side to side in tiny bursts and reached to open the box. The sound of the familiar creak as it opened took her breath away, and the light from the room slowly revealed the treasure inside. There were hundreds of buttons, all shapes and sizes, piled inside the rectangular container. A handwritten note was wrapped around a small, discolored envelope and taped inside the lid. Emily glanced at her husband, half afraid to pull the note and envelope from its place. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Ginger Marcinkowski was born as one of eight siblings in northern Maine along the Canadian border, a setting that plays a prominent role in her novels, Run, River Currents and The Button Legacy-Emily’s Inheritance.

Her debut novel, Run, River Currents, was published in August 2012, was a 2012 semi-finalist in the ACFW Genesis Awards and a 2013 Kindle Book Award Finalist. The Button Legacy-Emily's Inheritance, will be released in July 2014. An interesting fact about Ginger is that she is a million-mile flier with United Airlines and had been a multi-million dollar travel agent in the past. Her travel experience will be the catalyst for a new series of mysteries whose main characters are travel agents.

www.GingerMarcinkowski.com

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/writer.Ginger.Marcinkowski

AMAZON Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Ginger-Marcinkowski/e/B008S1BFYI

Twitter - https://twitter.com/Grm55Grm

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18088798-the-button-legacy?ac=1


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