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Book Title: Forever
Author: J.B. McGee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 26, 2015
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Tensions run high when Bradley rocks the boat of wedded bliss by inviting Gabe, Sam, Ryan, Joe, and their families to spend Christmas Day with Gabby and him. Sam finds herself torn between the man she loves and the ones she thinks she doesn’t. Will the rift between Gabby and Sam continue to spread? Will everyone be able to finally leave the past behind? When tragedy strikes, will they realize everything is temporary except Forever? “What you see from the road doesn’t come close to doing it justice.” I nudge Ryan. “Right, babe?” He startles. “Huh?” “I was just telling Rebecca and Joe the view from the road doesn’t do it justice.” He shakes his head. “She’s right.” He smirks. “The woman’s always right.” Joe’s eyes scrutinize me furtively. “Not always.” I try to swallow, but my mouth is parched once again. “I’m gonna have one last drink before we go. Some wine to warm my veins against the cold.” Reaching down, I pick up the nearly empty bottle. “I’d offer some to y’all, but looks like Gabby and I have about finished this one.” I salute Ryan, then Joe, and ignore Rebecca. “Bottoms up.” Joe blinks, but holds his lids closed a little longer than usual. His legs, which are touching mine, tense before he snatches the bottle. “I think you’ve had enough.” “I’m not drunk, and seriously, what do you care?” I puff my chest out at him. I’m sick of him acting like he’s my babysitter tonight. I peek past him at Rebecca. “How do you handle his bossiness?” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I guess he feels like you’re his little sister, and he’s just trying to protect you.” She winks at me, and I want to slap her. No. I don’t. Because I’m not an aggressive drunk, and I’m not even all that loopy anymore. I’m not my father. Maybe Joe’s right. Maybe I’ve had enough. “Anyway,” she says. “He seems to prefer me bossing him around, if you know what I mean.” Maybe me wanting to slap her has nothing to do with the fact I’ve been drinking and everything to do with her being a bitch? Joe’s head whips back to her. “Really?” Thoughts of when Joe mentioned dropping to his knees and begging me not to move pop into my mind. Maybe he likes being on his knees. Everything in me tries to contain the smile that wants to curve on my lips and the giggles that want to fall out of them. Ryan bursts into laughter. “So, you’re a dominatrix, Rebecca?” “I guess you could say that.” Her tone has changed. It’s not as perky, warm. “See, there was this guy in college I screwed around with. Everything was always on his terms and never mine. He treated me great in private, and like I was a piece of trash in public.” Did she date my sister’s ex too? Because I swear she’s describing Ian, but he’s a good bit younger than her. They wouldn’t have been at Tech during the same time. My head twists between the two of them. “Maybe he liked you, but didn’t know how to show it. Maybe he was afraid. Maybe it was bad timing for a relationship.” Sometimes Ryan can be a complete idiot, and I’m ashamed of what comes out of his mouth. I interject, “So bad timing for a relationship gives the douche permission to treat her like trash?” Even if I’m not her biggest fan, hearing her story is like listening to my Gabby’s. It’s too personal. The fact Ryan is even attempting to defend such horrible behavior appalls me. “Last time I checked, the answer is no.” “Exactly. Thank you, Sam. Anyway, he made me realize the best way to protect my heart was to control every aspect. So, I guess you could say I’m a dominatrix if you want. I’m not really into my men having to be beaten into submission to have sex with me, though.” She cuts her eyes at Joe, who has his head down. I hear him mumble something, but can’t make out the words. He’s rubbing his palms on his pants. Why is he letting her say all this? “Anyway, I prefer my men begging for me, but I need the control. First rule is in order to have sex with me, you have to court me.” ![]() ![]() ![]() J.B. McGee was born and raised in Aiken, South Carolina. She is the mother of two beautiful children and a stay at home mom/entrepreneur. She finished her Bachelor of Arts degree in Early Childhood Education at the University of South Carolina-Aiken in 2006. During her time studying children's literature, a professor encouraged her to become a writer. In 2011, it was discovered that both her children, she, and her husband have Mitochondrial Disease, a disease that has no cure or treatments. Being a writer allows J.B. to remain close to her family, raise awareness for mito, and to lose herself in the stories that she creates for her readers. J.B. McGee and her family now reside in Buford, Georgia. She is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of her debut series, the 'THIS' Series. ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Title: Unpredictable
Series: Key West Series #1 Author: C.A. Harms Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance Published: April 14, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC ![]()
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It’d been two days. Two days of unanswered calls, unanswered texts. Two days of driving by her house day and night, only to find it empty. I spoke with her boss at Spencer’s, and he too said she had taken some time off. With each day my heart sank a little more with the thought that I had thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to me. This was on me, completely. I acted like the biggest dick when I should have just talked to her. “Hey, numb nuts, you still pouting?” Kade shouted as he exited the French doors onto the back patio. “I need to change my locks,” I grumbled. Resting my head back against the chair, I closed my eyes, attempting to block him out. “Don’t blame me for your massive amount of shit. I’m just here for the pool—oh, and the free beer.” He chuckled as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, then took off and jumped, cannonballing into the pool. “Whew,” he yelled out just before hitting the water. The cool splash flowed backward, drenching the entire patio. All I could do was shake my head at the ass. He was doing everything possible to pull me from my slump. I picked up my phone and checked once again for any response only to come up empty. “Give the girl some time. I know it’s driving you crazy, not being able to fix this, but you need to try to give her some space.” Kade climbed out of the pool, shaking his hair, once again spraying water in every direction. Cocky son of a bitch chuckled as I jumped from my chair and stepped back.
Title: Inevitable
Series: Key West Series #2 Author: C.A. Harms Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance Published: June 30, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC ![]()
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The moment I knocked on her door, I think my heart jumped in to my throat. A deep vicious bark had my nerves on high alert. The bark didn’t sound like any dog I had ever been around. I know she had one, I remember the day she brought it by Jett’s place to show him, the day she picked him up. But that bark, the one that was still flowing out from behind her door, I had to admit had me a little worried. I wasn’t an animal guy. I had never had one and had no desire to change that. When the door came open and I looked down to see a head the size of a car looking back at me, I swallowed hard. Okay so maybe the size of a car was an exaggeration but in panic mode everyone tends to do that. “That is not a dog,” I stated. “That’s is a tank.” Harper laughed. “No actually this is Brutus, and I promise you he isn’t just a dog.” I looked up at her, cocking my eyebrow. “He is my best friend, my cuddle buddy and the protector.” She explained as she rubbed his head in a motherly way. “He may be big.” “He’s fucking huge,” I corrected. “Okay he may be huge, but he is the sweetest dog you’ll ever meet. Don’t let him fool ya, he’s a big baby.” I still wasn’t convince. The idea of a dog being almost as big as most motorcycles, had me convinced that I should wait in the car. “Will you stop being such a pussy,” Harper stated as she placed her hand on her hip. “He won’t hurt you. In fact he is scared of his own shadow on a good day.” She opened the door and I took a step inside, still leery of the dog that could stand on his hind legs and be taller than me. She led me toward the couch and directed me to have a seat. “I just need five minutes.” She rushed off before I could say another word. I was tense and afraid to move, Brutus, watched me from the left end of the couch. I continued to stare straight ahead, thinking if I avoided eye contact, maybe he would walk away. My actions had the opposite effect. I felt his head nudge my knee and I stiffened, this shit was messed up. Dogs were supposed to be small and cute. Never should a dog be larger than their owner…never. I strong nudge against my leg once more, made me sweat a little. Then Brutus went one step further and placed his paw on my thigh, laying his head next to it, letting out a loud, humph. “Hey there big guy,” my voice vibrated with tension. Harper was right, what the fuck. I was acting like a damn pussy. I lifted my hand and began petting the top of Brutus’s head. “You’re not that scary are ya?” It was definitely more of a question than a reassuring statement. I still wasn’t completely convinced that he wasn’t going to eat me before Harper finished getting ready. “Okay, this isn’t so bad is it?” I let out a breath I had been holding since Harper left me alone with the grizzly. His big puppy dog eyes looking up at me as they sagged in awe. Apparently he liked it when you scratched behind his ears. So for the next, what felt like ten minutes, I continued to pet him in the place he enjoyed the most. Yes I still silently prayed that I made it out of here with all my limbs in tacked but I may have been able to relaxed, just a little.
Title: Uncontrollable
Series: Key West Series #3 Author: C.A. Harms Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance Published: September 15, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC ![]()
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() KADE “Here’s the address,” Easton said as he passed the paper over the top of the table toward me. “Bennie said they live in a ranch-style home at the end of the lane.” Vermont. They stuck around for a few months after the funeral and then picked up and moved thousands of miles away. Running from the place where they saw their daughter everywhere they looked. “You sure about this, Kade?” Jett asked as he sat down in the booth next to me. “Yeah, I am. It’s something I have to do. It’s the last step before I can say good-bye to Jenna,” I explained as I twisted the paper between my fingers. “I’m ready to move on with Avery, and I can’t do that until I do this.” My stomach was in knots at the idea of facing Jenna’s parents. I had no idea what to expect, but I wanted to close this chapter. “I’m gonna need something from you, Jett,” I said as I looked up from my hands. “And what would that be, brother?” he asked. “Keep an eye on my girl,” I said, and he grinned widely and nodded as Easton chuckled. “Yeah, I know. You never thought you’d see the day, right?” Jett placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it. “Nope, I didn’t, but it looks good on ya.” “What does?” I asked. “Love, infatuation, whatever you wanna call it,” Easton said. “Pussy-whipped, henpecked, does it matter how you refer to it?” Jude flopped down in the seat next to Easton, chuckling. “Avery has you wrapped around her pinky, and you are sunk to the deepest depths, brother.” I smiled. “Where the hell did you come from?” “I’ve been quietly observing this exchange you three were having.” He leaned back, waiting for me argue with what he had said. But he was right. It was pointless. Avery had me tied up tight, and there was no coming back.
Title: Undeniable
Series: Key West Series #4 Author: C.A. Harms Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance Published: December 15, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC ![]()
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “Hello.” I froze as Jude’s voice carried up the stairway, then jumped up from my position on the floor in our bedroom and scrambled for the door. Before I opened it, I turned back to face the kids, who were playing tug-of-war with the unnamed puppy. “Stay here.” They both nodded, and I slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me. Jude had just reached the top of the steps, and he looked up with a smile. “Where are the kids?” “They’re playing in our room,” I said as I approached him. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing,” I assured him as I continued to walk. He cocked an eyebrow at me, and my stomach dropped. He was seeing right through me. I was such a bad liar. “The kids are busy. Wanna sneak downstairs and have a quickie?” I wagged my eyebrows, but his facial expression did not change in the slightest. “Now I know you’re full of shit. You’re actually attempting to distract me with sex,” he said with a grin. I was just about to argue when the puppy barked. “What was that?” he asked. “Uh…” My stomach was flipping around anxiously, and I didn’t even get to figure out a way to break the news before everything broke loose. The bedroom door came open behind me, and I heard the puppy’s claws tapping against the hardwood floor as Zoey and Matthew followed him. Squealing and laughter filled the hallway as I remained locked in place. I avoided looking at Jude. In fact, I stared down the floor instead. “Are those my boxers?” Jude asked, and I looked up. He was pointing at the puppy, who was sitting back on his butt looking up at Jude. Hanging from his mouth were a red pair of Jude’s Calvin Klein boxers I had just purchased last week. “Warrior likes to play tug-of-war with them,” Matthew announced as he pulled on the other end of the red material. “See, you just hook your hand through this handle, and he pulls back.” Matthew slipped his little hand through the front opening in the boxers. “His name is not Warrior,” Zoey argued. “We still have to draw for his name, remember? Callie said so.” I could feel Jude’s eyes boring in to me. I knew he was waiting for me to look up, but I was avoiding eye contact. “What do you think we should name him, Uncle Jude?” Matthew asked. “I like Warrior, but Zoey said Buddy or Charlie. I don’t like those.” The kids began to argue over the name of our new puppy, and of course I continued to keep my head down as my heart raced with the idea that Jude may be angry. “Callie,” Jude said, and my stomach lurched. He didn’t sound mad, yet he didn’t sound happy, either. Silence set in, and I knew all eyes were on me. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly. “I never should have let them convince me to go into the pet store, but before I knew what hit me, they were laughing and playing with this cute little guy.” I looked up and found Jude staring back at me, an unreadable expression on his face. “They ganged up on me, and they gave me that look. You know the one.” t was then I noticed the smile tugging at his lips. “Are you ever going to be able to tell them no?” Jude asked as he stepped around the puppy. I shook my head. I knew the moment they turned on me and gave me those big, sad eyes, I was putty in their hands. I was unable to disappoint them. ![]()
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Book Title: The Fool
Author: Liz Meldon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 21, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
That's what they always say, and for now, vampire hunter Delia hopes it's true. After years of mediocre performances, she's still nothing more than a grunt in her hunter league, stuck on surveillance duty and low-level vamp busts. So, when her informant drops an amazing lead in her lap, she jumps at the opportunity to take down the region's rumored vampire leader at an invite-only masquerade ball. Clad in a mask and uncomfortable dress, Delia throws herself into the fray—only to realize she’s woefully unprepared for the night that awaits her. Also… Some ridiculously attractive guy dressed as the Fool keeps distracting her. One night. One job. One man. One chance to change her life. All she has to do is not screw it up. The Fool is a novella intended for readers aged 18+, and is the prologue for the paranormal romance serial Games We Play. Music drifted languidly from speakers around the dance hall, and couples whirling around the floor barely missed a beat, moving this way and that, too wrapped up in themselves to notice when the songs changed. It was a more appealing sight than the one she was used to seeing on a dance floor: Kain and his boys grinding up on drunk girls, their sense of rhythm all but absent. Most here were intoxicated, but the costumes gave a degree of modesty, and no one, as far as she could see, was mashing pelvises. She’d had a few conversations since leaving the bathroom, but the women flying solo were more interested in finding someone to spend the evening with, while most of the men fed her the same dull lines over and over again: Why was she alone? Where was her drink? Did she know her eyes sparkled like emeralds? Vomit. Delia had just barely escaped the last guy—his breath rank with alcohol—who kept guffawing in her face whenever he cracked a joke. So there she stood, hovering on the outskirts of the dance floor, unsure of her place. Arms wrapped around herself, she watched a nearby couple as they danced. They were both young and slim, effortlessly gliding around like they’d done it a hundred times before. Maybe they had. She blinked quickly, bringing herself out of her daze, and tightened her grip on her clutch as the jingling of bells grew louder. The Fool had found her again. Throughout the night she’d spied that ridiculous gold and purple mask at a safe distance out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes she actually turned and looked, only to find him chatting with one or two other people. “Delia,” he said, dipping his head cordially as he stood beside her. She pursed her lips, noting the barely-there gap between their bodies. “Fool.” She returned her gaze to the dancing couple. So elegant—hypnotic, even. “Did you find who you were looking for?” It took her a second to process the question, and she glanced his way curiously. “What?” “Earlier,” the Fool continued with a nod in the direction of the garden. “You ran after someone. Did you find them?” “No.” Delia squared her shoulders and let out a small sigh. “Just a look-alike. I don’t think the person I want to see will show tonight.” “Pity.” The Fool sniffed, his gaze wandering the dancing couples. “Fortunate for me, however.” She almost laughed. “Why?” “Because now I can enjoy the pleasure of your company… uninterrupted.” Delia forced away the incredulous look that flashed across her face, her lips threatening to turn upward in a smile, and finally faced him. The Fool, however, continued to study the dancers, ignoring her narrowed stare. “Does this usually work on girls?” “What?” he asked innocently, sparing her a quick glance, a few of his bells jingling. “This faux-formal crap you’re spouting.” She cocked her head to the side as she waited for a response. Slowly, a smile spread across his face, lips pulling back to reveal a set of perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. “I don’t know. Does it?” “No,” she replied quickly, turning toward the dance floor again just before their eyes could meet. “It doesn’t.” “Shame. And here I was thinking I’d been doing so well.” “That’s presumptuous of you,” Delia remarked, her head tilting to one side again, mimicking the slow way the man dipped his female partner. Her fair blonde tresses tickled the floor, and they grinned at one another. Despite herself, Delia suddenly found herself grinning too. “Hmm…” Her skin prickled at the deep rumbly quality of his voice, but she was determined not to react to it. “… Perhaps I can remedy that.” She almost told him it was unlikely, all the while feeling a little guilty for her rudeness. After all, he had scared off that psychotic Donovan vamp earlier. Even if he didn’t realize it, she actually owed him. However, before she could get another word in, the Fool snapped at a passing waitress, and the woman hurried toward them with a tray of drinks in hand. “You seem to have lost the one I brought you earlier,” the Fool noted as he handed her a glass, which Delia took almost begrudgingly. He then looked to the waitress and gently touched her arm as he said, “And if you can manage, perhaps a red wine for myself?” “Of course, sir.” The woman gave a small nod before hurrying away, moving with more purpose than any of the servers Delia had seen all night. She raised an eyebrow at the Fool again; he wasn’t a vamp power-player, but he had to be someone important in the human world. He caught her studying him, and then flashed a charming smile as Delia pretended to be admiring his bells. “Champagne gives me a headache,” he told her, as if that explained the drink request. Delia shrugged. “Sucks to be you.” The new glass of bubbly liquid, tinged with a rose-gold hue, slid down smoothly, but she vowed that this would be the last of the night. “I love champagne.” “I know.” He then reached up and brushed his fingertip over her cheek. Delia flinched back, nostrils flaring in alarm. Even after his arm fell back by his side, she felt the warmth of his touch on her skin. “You get a little blush every time you drink it. Quite endearing.” “Well, that’s some extra-close attention you’ve been paying to me,” she forced out, her breath catching at the intensity of his stare. She cleared her throat as she stepped back, flustered. Genuinely flustered. Because a hot guy in a stupid mask was doting on her, and Delia wasn’t accustomed to men doting on her. The guys in her history weren’t exactly the doting type. But then again, there really was only one reason a man would dote on her… Her blush darkened at the thought. Toasting him with her champagne glass, she took another few steps back, alarmed that he followed slowly. “Thanks for the drink… again,” she told him. Then, without another word, Delia turned on the spot and cut across the dance floor, not stopping until there was some distance between her and the Fool. For a short time, she tried to distract herself with the sea of dancers, the swirl of fabric and the flash of masks slowly blending into one living, breathing organism. Through the fleeting gaps between couples, she saw him. The Fool. Watching her from across the room, he stood quite still amidst all the twirling and whirling, through the swishes of fabric, his glass of red wine in hand. She wasn’t sure why she decided to stay there, directly across from him. Maybe it was the fact that after a night in sultry, but painful, heels, her feet finally decided enough was enough. Time to stay in one place for a while. Delia chose to ignore the fact that every time she did try to move, her feet were like heavy stones, keeping her in place, in the Fool’s line of sight. ![]() ![]() As a freelance ghostwriter, she has written thirteen books, which range from romance to horror, full-length to novella-sized. A handful are currently on the market, and she stalks their "authors" with fiendish delight. She loves writing realistic characters in fantastical settings. ![]()
Title: Tangled Vines
Author: Nicole Flockton Genre: Adult, Rural Romance Publsihed: December 21, 2015 Published by: Crimson Romance ![]() ![]()
![]() ![]() Jordan Hastings washed the shampoo out of her hair while listing all the things she needed to do that day. There was nothing more invigorating than getting up as the sun rose out of the sky to begin a brand new day. She needed to check and make sure the new shoots were growing straight, obtaining maximum sunshine on the budding fruit stock. She also needed to make sure there was no sign of mildew on the vines. After being neglected for so long, she wasn’t expecting much from this year’s harvest. With the grapes she did manage to grow and harvest, she hoped to experiment and come up with new blends, new flavors infused into the wines. Jordan couldn’t wait for her dad to recover from his broken leg so he could help her when it came to harvesting the grapes. Good thing she happened to be visiting him when he had his accident. She tried not to think his fall was caused by hearing about her broken engagement. Or how her former fiancé had won the Golden Wine award for “Most Innovative Wine” for the wine she’d created. She tried to convince herself none of those things was the reason her father lost his balance on the ladder, fell and broke his leg. But she couldn’t help but feel responsible. Jordan forcefully shut off the water. She wasn’t going to think about her loser ex. The only important male person in her life was her father, and she planned to keep it that way for a long time. She wasn’t going to be fooled by a handsome face again. She shoved the shower curtain aside and screamed. “Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?” “Who are you?” Jordan screeched back as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. But she didn’t need to ask the question. She knew the bare-chested man standing in front of her. Kyle Davis in the flesh. She never expected the first time she met him she would be standing naked in the shower. She hated surprises and her temporary boss standing in the bathroom was one hell of a surprise. “I asked you first.” He crossed his arms over his impressively muscled chest and widened his stance. Jordan bristled at his aggressiveness. It was either that or step forward and lay her head on his chest. Stop it. Could she be any more hormonal? He’d scared the crap out of her and she wanted to feel his arms around her? Was she asking for trouble? His good looks weren’t going to keep her from doing what she wanted. No man was going to stop her from pursuing her dreams anymore. His annoyance she could deal with. If she was truthful, she supposed he had a reason for it. It was his house after all. But it wasn’t like she was trespassing. She’d cleared it with Shey to stay in the main house instead of her dad’s apartment for the time being. However, having a conversation while wearing a towel, with him looking like he wanted to explode wasn’t a priority on her current to-do list. “What is this? High school?” she fired back, cringing at how juvenile she sounded. She couldn’t help it. The whole situation was making her uncomfortable. He took a couple of steps toward her, blocking her exit route out of the bathroom. “No, this is my house and instead of finding it empty, I find you.” Kyle leaned forward fractionally. Her hand reached behind her for the tiled wall to steady herself against the fire sparking out from his eyes. “So I ask again. Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?” At least this time he asked his questions a bit more politely. “Do you think we can have this conversation when I’m dressed?” A small smile broke out on Kyle’s face as his eyes lazily roamed over her towel- clad form. “Now why would I do that? Seems to me this is the perfect time for a chat.” Great, just remind the sexiest guy you’ve seen in a long time you’re naked. Way to go, Jordan. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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![]() ![]() Chrystal and Jackson meet while vacationing for the holidays and give into their attraction, sharing an incredible night together. Not expecting to see each other again, they are both shocked when they run into each other days later in the mostly unlikely place. Both are hesitant to continue where they left off from their night in the mountains, but they quickly learn that they can't seem to run from the inevitable. Their passion is hot enough to melt the snow outside, but can they overcome obstacles thrown in their path and create something that can last a lifetime? Click the book to read an excerpt! Click HERE to purchase the book! ![]() About the Author Té Russ found solace in literary arts at an early age. Reading was a vehicle which broadened her horizons as writing became a form of self-expression. She began writing love stories as an adolescent to expel her youthful thoughts of love into words. Since then she has gone from writing stories and thoughts of love in journals to attending college for journalism and falling in love, which has allowed those youthful words of love to blossom into a series of stories in her romance novels. When she doesn’t have her nose pressed deeply into a book or her fingers flying across the keyboard, this Texas wife and mother of three can be found jumping out of airplanes, cheering her husband on at the top of her lungs at MMA fights, buzzing down the interstate on the back of motorcycles, or kayaking. Find the Author Facebook: www.facebook.com/TeRussNovels & www.facebook.com/TeRussAuthor Twitter: www.twitter.com/TeRussNovels Blog: www.terussnovels.blogspot.com Email: terussnovels@gmail.com ![]() The full-figured Esther Redding doesn’t realize it, but she desperately needs a change. Her Cinderella tiara is tarnished, and her glass slippers cracked. No longer anyone’s knight in shining armor, Briggs Stokes always had a soft spot for Esther. She was in his blood, and he didn’t want a transfusion. When he returns to Detroit, he decides that nothing will keep him from her door. Well, nothing . . . but the once reformed bad girl, Monica Stokes Hawthorne, Briggs’s ex, who wants to be his—give me one more chance, again—wife. The resulting tug-of-war that ensues may be the catalyst that destroys the person they both love the most. More than one household is upset when the prison doors swing open and a “rehabilitated” Roger, Esther’s ex, returns home. Following Roger is a sinister force so malicious that no one in their community will be left untouched. When truth is held hostage by lies, mayhem ensues. And when it does, the lives of Esther, Briggs, Monica, and Roger are forever changed. Don’t blink—pray—these shenanigans are too shocking to miss . . . Click the book to read a Sample. Click HERE to purchase the book! ![]() Colette Harrell, wants you to know that she has come to be a gift, to be an encourager and a light that reflects God’s goodness. She’s a wife, mother, author and playwright. A Detroit native, she currently calls Ohio home. She holds a master’s and is a Director of Social Services. Writing with humor and compassion to engage and minister to the human heart. Her motto is: whatever you do, do it “for love alone.” Her novel, Tell The Truth; The Devil Won’t is filled with wisdom and humor. This adventurous love story goes where Ms. Harrell loves to tread, down an unbeaten path. No millionaires rescuing damsels in distress—although she enjoys these reads herself—but real people, falling and getting back up. The Devil Made Me Do It was her debut novel. It was nominated for First Fiction for the Phyllis Wheatley Book Award from the QBR/The Black Book Review and the Harlem Book Fair. Her sophomore novel, Tell The Truth, The Devil Won’t will cement her as an author to watch. Get to know Colette: Can you tell us a little bit about your writing background? I’m really happy to be writing. I’m in that midlife second-career change we are sometimes known to pursue. You become a certain age, and in certain areas of your life you become fearless. Your internal clock starts ticking, and you decide that if you are ever going to birth your passion, it better be now. I have always written poetry, short stories, and in the last nine years, I have co-written several local stage plays. This is my sophomore novel. What fact about yourself would really surprise people? I think most of us have things about us nobody else knows. Who’s really an open book? Let’s see, how transparent should I get? Well . . . I’m claustrophobic—give me an MRI—and you do it at your own peril. It’s no-holds-barred. What makes you do the happy dance? When I can stay in the moment. It gets hard sometimes, you know? But, if I can just sit and enjoy the journey, take solace in a perfect slice of time, I get elated. And then I catch myself and I stop and say, "I’m not worried about tomorrow. Bills are paid, no one’s in trouble or sick, and people’s opinions are far away." . . . that makes for a golden, happy, satisfied sigh. What about this journey is the hardest? This answer is reminiscent of the joke concerning the man who fell out of the fiftieth-floor window of a building. On his way down, at each floor, he could be heard yelling, “So far, so good!” When I was writing the book, there were days it flowed like a symphonic orchestra; other days, I wanted to slam my computer against the wall. Then before I was published—pure angst. Now, I’m in the marketing stage . . . Can you see me sweat? What I learned along the way . . . Whatever is behind you is no longer impossible. It’s a done deal. What do you do in your down time? I read—I read profusely. I read in bed, when I’m a passenger in the car, on lunch hour . . . I’m like Dr. Seuss’s Sam I Am. I do it everywhere! After successfully publishing The Devil Made Me Do It what did this book teach you? I learned that fear can’t hold me. We can get real caught up in what people may or may not say about us or our work. So much so, that it ends up crippling our ability to move. I learned to talk myself off the ledge and by placing myself into the fray by doing each step by faith. I can tell you this, sometimes the crocodile tears tried to limit my vision, but guess what? I stuck my hand out there and felt my way through. We’ve enjoyed learning about Colette R Harrell, author. Tell us about your book Tell The Truth; The Devil Won’t. It’s a continuation of the characters that originated in my first novel, The Devil Made Me Do It. I felt like the characters in the novel weren’t finished telling their story. Tell The Truth; The Devil Won’t is filled with romance, suspense, humor and a twist of the super natural. The story centers around two college sweethearts, Esther and Briggs who have taken different paths in life. Their romantic journey was disrupted by a life changing tragedy and they both lose their way. In the first book they settle for what they believe is the best course for their lives. But is it? Then there is Monica and Roger. These two were the people we love to hate. What is their real story? Are there certain people just born evil? Woven throughout the story, I love to sprinkle my stories with humor and a back drop of the supernatural. And, I never want people to guess what’s coming next. I love what one of my readers said, “seat belts should be worn”. Your readers should pick up a copy today. I promise it’s just plain page turning fun! I’m just saying . . . Find the author and the book: Purchase the book: Tell The Truth; The Devil Won’t Twitter: @ColetteRHarrell Author Website: http://www.writespirit.org or http://www.coletteharrell Colette R. Harrell FB Profile Colette R. Harrell Fanpage ABOUT VICKI MORRIS: Vicki Morris is the Career Happiness Coach, founder of InspiredWork.com and creator of the InspiredWork™ Career Transformation System, blending twenty-five years of experience as a high tech hiring manager, inspirational business leader, brand strategist, career mentor, and spiritual practitioner. InspiredWork helps professionals raise their energy with Happy Habits to create their own inspired work and brand so they can be happy at work and love their life. Prior to InspiredWork, Vicki was the founder and CEO of a global marketing agency. Before that, she was VP of Marketing at several Global 2000 and Inc. 500 software companies. Earlier in her career, Vicki launched Java at Sun and she was awarded the President’s Award. Vicki started her career at Oracle, while completing her MBA at the University of Chicago. She also has a Bachelor’s degree in Foreign Service from Georgetown University. During her career, Vicki published numerous articles and presented at conferences in more than 30 countries. PURCHASE HAPPY HABITS ON AMAZON.COM Or Enter to win a copy below! CONNECT WITH VICKI: Blog YouTube *Media Kit prepared by Susan Barton, My Book Tour
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Why did you write this book? I wrote this book because I feel that it is my calling to help people become happier and create their inspired work. Life is far too short to be unhappy, especially when there’s a simple and quick solution to raising your happiness in just four minutes per day. I went through periods of unhappiness, but in time, I came to the realization that I could be happy if I chose to adopt habits that would raise my energy. As a Career Happiness Coach at InspiredWork.com, I now help others be happier in their work and life, too. What is the main takeaway that you want people to know by reading your book? Anyone can become happier by taking just four minutes each day to adopt energy-raising habits. Why are so many people unhappy, or just getting by, these days? Almost half of our daily activities (40%, according to author Charles Duhigg) are made up of habits – in other words, we’re going about a great portion of our day on autopilot. Most of us don’t realize that we can inject happiness into those habits to awaken our consciousness and elevate our energy for a more positive, connected experience to the world every single day. What is your advice to professionals who are out-of-work or looking for a job? Be gentle with yourself during this time, and approach each new day of the job search with an open mind. When you alter your habits to pursue the greatest version of yourself, it will resonate with others. The right opportunity will come, and if you focus on cultivating positivity inwardly first, you’ll be able to extend peace, gratitude, and happiness outwardly to make stronger connections with important people, such as potential employers. What are “Happy Habits?” Habits are actions that we complete every day, and in many cases, they are ultimately done subconsciously. Happy Habits are different from regular habits because they are approached consciously and are used to raise our energy levels and help individuals to achieve their greatest sense of happiness in both the career realm and life overall. The Happy Habits system follows a specific, proven approach so that you spend no more than four minutes per day in total on cultivating happiness. Although it’s only four minutes per day, the payoffs are far-reaching and tremendously rewarding. How is it possible to be happier in just 4 minutes a day? The Happy Habits system strategically progresses over a period of eight weeks. During each week, individuals choose the three habits that they will focus on for one minute per day, in addition to taking one minute each day to log their successes. As the weeks progress, the habits sink in and become concrete aspects of daily life. The eight-week period is proven to be the most optimal timeframe for establishing new habits, and although Happy Habits are a commitment, they are not time-consuming or restrictive. Everyone can squeeze four additional minutes into their day, especially when the payoff is a higher level of consciousness and a powerful, deep-rooted sense of happiness. How long does it really take to create a permanent habit? While every person is different, research has shown that it takes a period of 66 days for a habit to truly develop permanently (based on findings by habit expert James Clear). I don’t think that a habit can have any long-lasting effects when practiced for any timeframe lasting fewer than 40 days. Eight weeks is the optimal timeframe because each week in the Happy Habits system (with the exception of Week 1), we carry over a Happy Habit from the previous week to allow it to sink in, but we also give ourselves enough time to incorporate additional habits every week so that we take a well-rounded approach to nurturing our happiness practice. By the time eight weeks is through, these Happy Habits become ingrained in our daily practices and we are able to reap longstanding beneficial effects. Why is it better to adopt a positive, Happy Habit, than it is to try to eliminate an unhealthy habit? When you focus your energy consciously on Happy Habits, you can actually use these new, more beneficial behaviors to trump unhealthy ones. Think of it this way: if you’re thirsty and you make it a Happy Habit to drink water, you’re intrinsically avoiding other, unhealthy beverages like sodas. So I practice the belief that it’s more advantageous to provide your body and mind with beneficial habits rather than working to eradicate deeply ingrained habits that are less healthy. Happiness should be about enrichment, not deprivation. The goodness of the Happy Habits will inherently overcome unhealthy habits in the long run. There are lots of books written about how to be happier. What’s different about Happy Habits: Energize Your Career and Life in 4 Minutes a Day? There are many wonderful happiness books out there, and I have had some truly rewarding experiences reading some of them. However, I think that there are some happiness books that tend to make the process of cultivating happiness unnecessarily drawn-out. In Happy Habits, I’m not encouraging readers to do a deep and thorough examination of why they’re unhappy. We all know that the burdens and stressors of everyday life are enough to bog anyone down from time to time. Instead, I’m providing a simple and effective solution to raising energy levels in just a few minutes per day. Also, some happiness books encourage people to make significant external changes to their lives. I believe that we already have all of the resources we need to create our own happiness – it’s just a matter of refining those resources and taking an inward approach. What’s the most important thing you learned as a Career Happiness Coach that you can share with our In order to attract a better job or to find happiness and meaning in your work, you must first cultivate happiness inside yourself and raise your energy. Everyone is capable of doing this, and therefore everyone is capable of finding a career that is truly a perfect fit for them.
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Series: Worlds' End #2 Author: Kai Tyler Genre: MM Romance, Mafia, Suspense, Dystopian Published: October 19, 2015 ![]()
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Author: Donna Allen Genre: Adult, Romantic Comedy Published: December 14, 2015 Published by: Liquid Silver Books ![]()
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![]() ![]() A young African hustler named Okon from Lagos Nigeria migrates to the United States in search of the American dream. When he arrives, he quickly finds out a dream can turn into a nightmare. Okon is disappointed in what he finds until he meets up with his cousin in Washington DC who is heavy in the game. Okon begins to cut out a corner of the heroin business in washington dc for himself and in the process meets a women named Berreta, who family was heavily respected in the streets and together they give birth to a son of a gun…. Click the book to read an Excerpt. Click HERE to purchase the book! ![]() Eno Esquire is a author born and raised in Washington DC to a Nigerian father. His mother is of Greek and Native descent. When Eno was 17 he was convicted as an adult for a crime and sent to federal prison for several years. While in prison he wrote his first novel, Son of a Gun. Get to know Eno Esquire: What inspired you to write this book? At the time I was locked up and did a lot of reading,it was a guy named show boat from North Carolina who had published a book from the feds so that pushed me to write one. Is your novel fiction or non fiction? If someone was to ask I would definitely say fiction, but the characters are based off people I know or cross paths with in my life. How was is it growing up in Washington DC? It was cool gave me a unique experience on the world . I stayed in a housing project couple blocks from capitol hill. You have a few Nigerian characters in your book. Whats the connection? My father is Nigerian . How long did it take you to complete this novel? 9 months mostly in solitary confinement. What are your expectations for your first self published novel? I really don’t have any expectations, just want to finish something I started. Do you have anything you want people to know? Yea, I wrote this book for Author Cappers and the whole Surelere. Follow the author on Twitter: @esquiremalverde And click here to buy his book! |
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