Thursday, March 31, 2016

Improbables by Jonathan Charles Bruce Tour

Jonathan Charles Bruce

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Booktrope

Date of Publication: February 22, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-5137-0653-5

Number of pages: 334
Word Count: 107,360

Cover Artist: Ashley Ruggirello

Book Description:

Abigail Wren’s new life fresh out of college is dull, even with her (almost) dream job at the local newspaper. The only real excitement she can get is found between the pages of an endless stream of paranormal romance novels she can’t help but love.

Then, on a snowy night in December, Abigail catches a glimpse of what could only be described as a werewolf. Enamored with the possibility, her investigation leads her to discover a paranormal population—improbables—harmoniously living in the midst of humanity. Between making eyes at a perpetually grumpy werewolf and hanging out with a vampire with a lust for life (and liquor), Abigail’s life takes a shaky step out of the ordinary and into the fantastic.

Just outside of the sleepy town of Whitewater, however, a force of rage is building. Born of hate and delusion, a living cataclysm threatens to devour everyone in its path—human or improbable.

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 Excerpt from Chapter Three:

            The trip back to the office was short and uneventful. Parking her car was also characteristically nondescript. On her way to the front doors, Abigail realized that the entire car ride had been on autopilot. Along with that realization came the panic associated with losing a chunk of one’s precious life to monotony. And along with that came a sudden worry that she might have flattened a child without realizing it.
            No. Surely that would have been memorable—right?
            Right in the middle of a panicked mental recap of the events from picking up her book to arriving in the parking lot, she slammed face-first into a surprisingly warm wall of a person. She rebounded, only now taking in the red-and-black flannel shirt she had plowed into. Her hands shot out in an attempt to keep balance. A moment later, she felt someone’s hands on her forearms.
            “Easy there,” came a gruff voice. Pulling herself out of her daze, Abigail looked up at the person she had run into, who was now also, kindly enough, keeping her upright. He was scruffy, a mop of brown hair bleeding into a full (if short) beard worried with the occasional silver strands. His eyes were an intense green, which, coupled with the red in his shirt, gave his appearance an unintentionally festive look. He was pale, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, considering Abigail had forgotten what the sun looked like in the weeks she’d been calling the Pacific Northwest home.
            He was cute. In a ruggedly handsome way. Like a grizzled lumberjack.
            Perhaps cute was not the word for it.
            Abigail giggled, suddenly overtaken with the silliness of what just happened. “Thank you,” she said, certain she was coming across like an idiot. “You can let go now.” She smiled. The man obliged, returning a tight-lipped smile that seemed to err on the side of suffering-the-eccentric.
            “Sorry. Didn’t mean to…” he began before clearing his throat, “exist where you wanted to exist at the same time.” He looked every bit as awkward as she felt, which made her own discomfort slightly less overbearing.
            She swallowed sheepishly. “It happens.” She suddenly felt the need to clarify what she meant, so she gestured back and forth between the two of them. “Existing at the same time and all.” She realized that the gesture didn’t seem to quite work in the situation, so she let her hand fall at her side as she averted her gaze.
            “Try as we might!” he said with an exaggerated shrug. They exchanged unconvincing laughs before silence filled the void, mutated into a pause, then sat long enough to be uncomfortable. While the quiet was maliciously evolving, Abigail couldn’t help but trace her eyes up the man’s exposed and muscular forearms. When she caught what she was doing, she wondered where her unintentional partner’s eyes were glued—no doubt, here was another person in Whitewater who would take any opportunity to drink in the sight of the newest and blackest resident.
            Instead, she was a little shocked—and pleased—to see he was staring at the ground. He was legitimately embarrassed for slamming into her. In the city, if someone ran into you it was either a pickpocketing or just a nonstandard and jostly hello. In her hometown, it had been met with an impertinent huff and followed by a subpar apology. Here… well, if this was the first, being bumped into was hardly the worst way to get to know someone.
            Hey, mountain man Joe, why don’t we walk into each other in front of a coffee shop some time? she thought. This Whitewater-only pickup line seemed dopey enough to be charming enough to work—and she couldn’t help snickering at the thought.
            “What’s so funny?” he asked. She looked up at his eyes which had made a momentary migration to her face.
            The smile from her laughter remained unbroken, but grew a touch larger. “Nothing, just, uh…” She gestured to her temple. “I’m hilarious up here, trust me.”
            He tilted his head back, enough to give her a full look at what she assumed was post-embarrassment face-saving stoniness. He nodded. “Sorry again.” And with that, he brushed aside her, carrying some intense body heat with him, and walked away. She looked over her shoulder at the man, watching him for a few seconds. Something registered as odd, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
            Regardless of what it was that presently pricked at her brain, she shook it off. She had spent weeks feeling exasperated when people felt they were privileged enough to stare at her like a lab specimen; she wasn’t too keen on forcing that behavior on someone else.
            No matter how green his stupid sexy eyes were.
            She turned around to the glass doors and jolted at the sight of Lacy Renault, the woman in charge of business coverage. A tiny woman in her fifties with short-cropped silver hair, she watched Abigail come in with icy blue eyes and a gotcha-smile. She wore an immaculately tailored red business suit, giving her the appearance of a circa 2008 female presidential candidate.
            Abigail stepped into the vestibule, grateful for the limited respite it provided from the elements. “Were you watching that the whole time?” she asked, trying not to look too confused by Lacy’s grin. The expression was becoming a bit too knowing for her tastes.
            “You running into Collins?” She asked. She opened her eyes widely, teasingly, and nodded. “Oh, my, yes!”
            Abigail shrugged. “Something I should know?”
            Lacy gave an embellished frown. “No, no. Just, uh…” She trailed off in the way people do when overstressing a manufactured difficulty with words. “Glad to see you’re taking in the sights.”
            Well, this conversation immediately failed the Bechdel Test, Abigail thought icily.

About the Author:

Jonathan Bruce began writing what amounted to terrible Star Trek: The Next Generation fan fiction when he was four… provided that you accept that “forcing other people to write what he said” is the same thing as “writing”. Although the original manuscripts are lost (or perhaps destroyed), we can rest assured that his prose has improved significantly since then. After high school, he began writing and directing plays which gradually improved depending on whom you ask. He discovered his love of a good fight scene after writing a Dracula knock-off which took a 19th century classic and made it less about Victorian yearning and 300% more about stabbing things in the jugular.

He has a Master’s Degree in History, thanks largely to his thesis focusing on MUSIC, a Milwaukee-based school desegregation campaign during the 1960’s. He also enjoys discussing/making fun of pop culture of the 20th century and reading books of a non-historical nature. In his off moments, you can catch him writing for fun or making inane movies about nothing in particular.

Virtual Book Blurb Blitz Tour for Way to Go Series by Mandy Colton

by Mandy Colton


Way to Go: Veronica Lane works in the travel industry in her dream job when she experiences a hellish travel day ending in the loss of her job and stranded far from home. To make the situation even worse, she drowns her sorrows in the hotel bar, and wakes the next morning to a big surprise.

Gathering up the remains of her dignity along with her travel bags, she returns to her hometown in Peachtree City, Georgia. A community similar to a progressive Mayberry, except with golf cart paths and carts. A lot of them. Her family is kooky. The parents are sexually free and liberal, her brother is a golf cart cop with more good looks and brawn than brains. Her grandparents, one from each side, live in the same retirement community and maintain a constant battle while entertaining the other senior citizens. The Grandmother on her dad's side is stuck in the 1960’s, and the Grandfather on her mother's side served in WWII and thinks that the Japanese are still trying to kill him.

She calls inquiring about a job in the newspaper, a group escort for a small tour company in Atlanta. She is hired immediately and leaves the next day with her first group to Jamaica. First, she meets a handsome pilot with the charter airline they use, and then there is one unusual group participant that doesn’t seem to belong. He leaves the group for periods of time and when things happen, he uses MacGyver like skills to get them out of the situations. She is aggravated and knows something is fishy and the bad thing is, the man is very charismatic and she’s not just a little attracted to him.

Upon their return, she finds out that the man is friends with her rather unconventional boss and after a second unusual group excursion to Puerto Rico; she knows for sure that the little tour company in Atlanta is not really what it seems on the outside. When the truth is revealed, she finds herself unintentionally dropped into a new career that she can't exactly add to her resume.

Veronica finds herself in uncomfortable and hilarious situations, surrounded by crazy tour participants, family, friends, neighbors, and pets. After a long dry spell, she finds that there is suddenly an overabundance of romance, drama, and intrigue in her life. Her life is now a sometimes very bumpy, yet exciting ride.

Way to Roll:

Secure your seat belt and get ready for another bumpy ride.

Veronica Lane never considered her life dull as a single woman working in the travel industry as a sales representative—not until one bad day ends in the loss of her dream job, and desperation leads her to Cavalcade Tours. The fun quickly turns into chaos and eyebrow-raising questions. Disaster leads to a shocking revelation leaving Veronica disgruntled and unsure if she has what it takes to begin a whole new career.

Some time away, deep thought, and her own misadventures have her gathering up the remains of her dignity and returning to her job with its interesting group of colorful and charismatic cohorts...with one big change. She’ll no longer just be a tour escort this time. Milton Porter, the owner of Cavalcade Tours, owns another company with secrets.

With her mind made up, new skills, passport in hand, and her bags packed, Veronica is ready to roll out for new destinations. Things get hairy as she tackles the dual roles her new job demands, dodging wild animals, nasty foes, and sometimes even the new men in her life.

Surrounded by kooky tourists, Veronica’s adventures place her in some dramatic and hilarious situations, and each return home to Peachtree City, Georgia has its own drama with her family of oddballs, nutty bunch of friends, and their pets. Her new life is sometimes bumpy and filled with turbulence, but it stays an intriguing and exciting ride.


Excerpt One from Way to Go:

I was dreaming about Gremlins, an old movie I’d watched years ago as a kid. The little critters in the movie were really cute, until they got wet and then multiplied and wreaked havoc. Somehow they’d gotten in my head and dragged a hot tub in with them, having some twisted version of a frat party. That’s when my dream turned into a nightmare—fur balls popped as the creatures multiplied, wiggling and wallering around squealing. All the bouncing around and commotion started to nauseate me. My subconscious pleaded with me to wake up and just make it stop.

When I finally opened one eye and turned to look at the clock, a line of drool followed me. I smacked at my lips, grimacing at the strange taste in my mouth, and looked down at my pillow. Yuck. I seriously slobbered in my sleep?

Nice, Lane. Can’t wait to look in the mirror.

I swiped my hand across my mouth and slowly opened the other eye. Looking down, I waited a few seconds for my vision to clear. No nightgown. Drooling and naked. Not good signs. Blinking a few times, I looked around the room.

Agh, shit!

I closed my eyes and declared in my head that I was still having a nightmare. I would open them again and just be curiously sitting here naked with a hangover. That’s all. One, two, three…

I opened one eye. Aww, fuck—I mean, fudge. What did I do? Uhn…probably did just that.

There was a man in my bed.    


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. She’s a fan of romance, fun adventure stories, and some occasional sci-fi or paranormal thrown in. Veronica Lane and the idea for her adventures came from her own experiences and career working in the travel industry.

She claims that working in the travel business could be horribly stressful but was equally laugh-out-loud funny at times. She enjoyed many priceless and comical experiences with groups, friends, and peers. Even her clients shared humorous adventures of their own. Her opinion is that there just are no better stories than those that involve true life.

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Cover Reveal Cruel Summer by Amber Lynn Natusch

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Isadora Lancaster is in hell.
She passed on a European vacation with her parents, choosing instead to spend an amazing summer with her boyfriend. But that plan changed when she walked in on him and another woman.
Now Izzy’s stuck in a town she’s avoided since high school, and has to face uncomfortable truths about her past—including the best friend that abandoned her during their senior year. The boy that broke her heart.

"1982: Cruel Summer" is a stand-alone, new adult romance novella.


Before the internet…before sext messages, selfies, like buttons, and d**k picks…epic loves and broken hearts played out offline, on mixtapes that became the self-made soundtracks of a generation.

Love in the 80s: A New Adult Mix is a collection of ten contemporary romance, new adult, stand-alone novellas set in the 1980s.

Written by award-winning and bestselling authors, one digital novella will be released on the last Friday of each month January - October in 2016.

The title of each love story will be a hit song from the year that the novella represents. The totally awesome authors include: Casey L. Bond, Lindy Zart, Cambria Hebert, Amber Lynn Natusch, Misty Provencher, Rebecca Yarros, Rachel Higginson, RK Ryals, Cameo Renae and Chelsea Fine.

Love in the 80s: A New Adult Mix was created by UTOPiAcon founder, Janet Wallace, and is co-produced with award-winning book cover designer, Regina Wamba (together they are WaWa Productions).



InnoGear® 100ml Aromatherapy Essential Oil Diffuser

I love using essential oils and I love using them in diffusers. This diffuser holds 100 ml of water and will run for about 3 hours between refills. IT not only is great for making the house smell good but when someone in sick a few drops of peppermint oil added to the water will help then breath better. This is also a humidifier. I live in Florida and the AC runs pretty much year round. The air is always dry in the house, this helps to put some humidity back into the air which helps us breath better as well as helping with very dry skin.

This has a light setting on it where it rotates through 7 different colored lights, or you can choose a color and it will hold static, you can also use the diffuser with no light at all, or just use the light with no steam at all. It does make a great night light. The light is not bright like a lamp.

There are 2 mist modes, you can use it intermittently which means it steams 30 seconds on and 30 seconds off, or you can use it continuously. It does have a auto shut off. When the water level runs low it will automatically shut off.

The diffuser comes with a 6 foot power cord. It s just shy of 4 inches by 6 inches.  It really is a very nice diffuser. It is all white in color and made of plastic.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Flora Mcqueen Cute Drawstring Backpack for Girls with Emoji Multi-Face Digital Printing 15"x11" Black

Absolutely adorable!!! This is so cute with all the different emoji faces all over the black background. It really stands out. I gave this to my grand daughter and she immediately fell in love with it. She is carrying it to school. He folder fits perfectly down inside of the back pack along with her crayon box and library book.  The back pack is 11 X 15 inches. This would be great for carrying pretty much anywhere. It is made of cloth and can be run through the washer and dryer. It is light weight, but the material seems to be very strong. The stitching is also done very well and I do believe this will last quite a while. this has straps on each side made of a braided cord. The straps are tied with a knot so can be untied and made adjustable. The strap also go across the top and when pulled they close the top of the back pack lie a sack. We did put a piece of velcro inside the top, since my Grand Daughter is carrying her school stuff in the back pack and with the folders it did not close, it is working out great.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Outdoor Indoor Candles Waterproof Battery Operated candles with Remote by Comenzar

I really like this set of flameless candles. I have them out on my patio. These are made of plastic unlike a lot of the flameless candles that are actually covered in wax, which would not hold up but about 5 minutes in the hot Florida sun. There are 3 different sized candles in the set 4, 5, and 6 inches tall, they are 3 inches across. They each run on 2 AA batteries which are not included. This set also comes with a remote. You can turn the candles off and on and set timers from 2 to 8 hours, and you can adjust the brightness and if you want them to flicker or not. The flame itself is a thin piece of plastic that moves back and forth so they really do look like a lit candle from a few feet away.

My smallest candles flame was pushed down inside, my husband took the candle apart and pushed the flame back in place for me, so now it is perfect. I had not problems with the other 2 candles at all and now that he pushed the flame back in place I have no problems at all.

I love that these can be used outdoors as well as in doors. We spent a lot of time outside on the porch. These also are great for adding to flower or other types of arrangements. I love the color, it is kind of a reddish burgundy color.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Belloccio Professional Beauty Airbrush Cosmetic Makeup System

I have never used a air brush system before. I have always done my make up the old fashioned way cotton balls and make up brushes. Because I have never tried air brushing I really have nothing to compare it to. This is a learning experience though I will say that. The first time I used this system I had to wash my face and start over a couple of times. It's not really hard to use you just have to learn how to use it correctly. This comes with a nice DVD to help you with learning but it is still one of those hit or miss things. I have wasted more of the make up then I have actually worn. This is not Belloccio's fault though, so I will not take stars away for my own ineptitude, I do wish the bottle of make up that comes with the set were bigger though. You are after all learning how to use the system and learning how to bend the colors to make the make ups right for you. This is not a 1 size fits all make up. It is very easy to make the outcome to light or too dark. So basically you become a mixologist with this system. To save on make up I started with the lightest color first and put a drop on a paper plate, then added the darker shades mixing with a q-tip and rubbing on a small spot of skin until I liked the color combination. I put my hair up in a head band and closed my eyes while applying. Use slow even strokes or you will have nice looking make up in one sweep and runny in the next. Also hold about 8 to 10 inches away. The closes to your face you are the thicker the make up goes on.

In the kit you get a very nice make up bag, the air brush and a small wrench , the compressor, the hose, the power cord, 6 bottles of different colors, a bottle of primer, a bottle of bronzer, a bottle of blush, a bottle of air brush cleaner, a DVD, and a pamphlet. The bottles are small but very thin so they do seem to last a while. You can by more bottles here on Amazon and from their website.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Tour for Unholy Bargain by Travis Hallden Holt

Unholy Bargain
by Travis Hallden Holt


GENRE: Supernatural Thriller



Deputy Sheriff Nate Barrington is riding the crest of a new relationship. Kaitlyn Spencer is beautiful, altruistic, enlightened—everything he's not. She teaches classes in New Age philosophy at her growing school. Nate doesn't share her spirituality, but the physical passion hasn't subsided enough for him to care.

Nate's nirvana quickly unravels when Kaitlyn's life is threatened on two separate occasions. With no apparent motive or any evidence suggesting collusion, the police are stumped. Even more troubling to Nate, Kaitlyn is convinced she is the target of unseen forces. Namely, a spirit assassin.

A hardheaded pragmatist, Nate isn't prone to believe that spirits can possess people. As far as he's concerned, Kaitlyn's claims of perpetrators possessed by a spirit assassin are on par with comic book stories and have nothing to do with reality, and her esoteric, New Age mumbo jumbo begins to drive a wedge into their relationship. And why Kaitlyn? What secret is she hiding?

But when strikes continue from random, unwittingly manipulated people who haven't the remotest connection to Kaitlyn, Nate is forced to rethink his paradigm. Can an uncompromising realist broaden his mind in time to defend his girlfriend from a virtually invisible enemy?


Excerpt Three:

Back when Nate was a freshly scrubbed rookie, his grandmother had been victim to one of the most brutal and senseless murders in Florida history. The perpetrator was a baby-faced, fifteen-year-old boy who had lived in her aging yet quiet neighborhood.

By all appearances, he looked the most unlikely of killers, like a boy who should be bagging groceries or stumbling through school hallways hunched over by an overstuffed book bag. But that is not what made the case unique. The boy had no priors. No run-ins with Nate's grandmother, or anyone in his family for that matter. He wasn’t on drugs or in a gang. There was no motive for the boy to snarl at her, let alone murder her, yet forty-eight times he had plunged a knife into her chest.

The case wasn’t tried. The boy and his attorney had negotiated a plea. Before the boy made his one-way trip to the “big house,” an assistant state’s attorney had mentioned to Nate in passing that during a pre-trial hearing the little shit had the gall to claim he had been possessed by an evil spirit during the commission of the crime. The ASA said it was probably a scare tactic for a run at an insanity plea if the State had insisted pursuing the death penalty. It may have worked. The State decided to forego the psychological evaluations, expert testimonies, the media—the whole damn circus—and most of all the expense of a lengthy trial. Premeditation wasn’t easy to prove beyond reasonable doubt anyway, even if evidence was stacked in the State’s favor.

Nate had dreamed of watching the kid fry in the electric chair, the same chair that sent Ted Bundy to his grave. Not only had the son-of-a-bitch robbed him of his grandmother, he had ripped from Nate and his family their last vestige of real justice.

It was late afternoon, and the daily thunderstorms had rolled in and bellowed their oration to the Earth. The breeze grew into swirling winds, and Spanish moss danced like frantic marionettes beside waving palm fronds. Nate drove east on the Bee Line Expressway, slowing to a crawl when choked by airport and commuter traffic. His scalp and face stung like day-old sunburn, and below his skin, at the core of his skull, a dull ache had synched to his heartbeat.

Nate called the warden in charge of the state prison in Orange County. A secretary answered. “I’m sorry, sir, but he’s busy right now. Can I take a message?”

“No,” Nate said. “No message. Tell him it’s Sergeant Nate Barrington and it’s urgent.”

“He’s in a meeting. If you’ll just leave your number I—”

“Interrupt his meeting. Trust me; it’ll be worse if you don’t.”

“Can you at least tell me what this is about?”

“No, it’s personal.”

She sighed, started to say something, then exhaled deeply. “All right.”

A minute passed. Two minutes.

“This had better be important,” said a voice, gruff and annoyed.

“I need to interview one of your inmates.”

“Christ! This isn’t a good time. I’m in the middle of things.”

“Your convenience isn’t my concern.”

“Some other time.”

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” Nate disconnected the call before the warden could respond.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Travis Hallden Holt is a former U.S. Navy surface warfare officer and veteran of the Persian Gulf War.  He's worked the past twenty-two years in the corrections side of law enforcement, first in the prison system, then in the streets as a probation officer. He spent four years supervising felons in a south Atlanta neighborhood ranked the ninth most dangerous neighborhood in America, where one in every twelve residents becomes a victim of crime each year.

For years, his interests were in weaponry (both small arms and large scale), warfare tactics, hand-to-hand combat, criminal justice and unsolved crimes. But life has a way of molding perspectives, and Travis came to realize the physical world known to the five senses didn't have all the answers. It scratched the surface, at best.  Accordingly, Travis's interests shifted to supernatural phenomenon, spirituality, the mysteries of life, the invisible world beyond our five senses and the forces that lie therein. He's still a peace officer, but one who mingles with psychics, mystics, mediums, energy healers, shamans, gurus, artists and denizens of the "underground."

Travis is the author of Unholy Bargain, a supernatural thriller published by Double Dragon Publishing.  He resides in Atlanta, GA.\

My Review:
This is  very busy book. Lots going on. You won't get bored I promise. I am not going to say a whole lot about the story, mainly because I don't want to give any of it away. A lot of the time when you read the book cover it gives you all of the highlights and really the story is so broken down for you already, there isn't much point in reading the book. Well not with this one. The synopsis does give you a overall of the book, but the book has a lot more going on it then described on the outside of it. 

If you enjoy paranormal, thriller, mystery, a touch of romance this book is for you. I liked that there was a touch of romance in this book, it really made the book. Nothing better then a man trying to protect his Damsel in Distress so to speak.

The pace of this book is so fast and intense it will almost leave you breathless. I loved how well the book flowed and could not put it down. Every time I thought I would get to a stopping point something else would start and I had to set there a bit longer. 

I loved the imagination Mr Holt has. To put this story together and make it sound believable. I will be looking for more books by Mr. Holt. I very much enjoyed this book. 

I was given this book in exchange for my honest opinion. 


Travis Hallden Holt will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn host. Additionally, Goddess Fish Productions will be awarding a $5 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn host.

Release Blitz HOUSE HUNT by: Jackie Keswick

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Publication Date: March 30, 2016
Genre: Adult, MM Romance, Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis: Jack Horwood hates owing favors. But when a simple day out to treat Gareth to the best oysters in England leads to a discovery of drugs and counterfeit money—things that neither Jack nor Gareth have the jurisdiction to handle—he has to call in help. Help that doesn’t come cheap, and that forces him to do something he promised himself he’d never do again—walk away from Gareth and the family he’s starting to make for himself.
Three months undercover is a long time. After missing Gareth’s birthday, Jack is determined not to miss their first anniversary. But coming home and being home are two very different things. So when he is asked to assist with a corporate espionage investigation, Jack can’t say no, despite knowing it will impact his already straining relationship.

Except, of course, he’s walking into a trap….



When the car’s growling engine stopped, Gareth found himself surrounded by woods in a corner of the Weald he’d never been to before. The small car park was deserted except for a handful of cars, and Gareth heard only birdsong, the rustle of the breeze in the trees, and the faraway drone of a plane. They hadn’t passed any villages or farms during the last leg of their drive, and nothing around him hinted at human habitation.

The car park didn’t even have a sign.

“You know where we are, right?”

“Would you believe me if I said we’re eight miles from Canterbury?”

It was hard to imagine that a city full of tourists, bars, and shops was in hiking distance of this deserted corner of Kent. The air held the bitter, musty scents of pine and damp leaves and—barely detectable—the savory smell of mushrooms. Most of the oak and beech trees surrounding the small, graveled car park were just starting to unfurl their leaves, giving the afternoon sun almost unhindered access.

Jack unlocked the boot, ready to get out of the car and retrieve the TVR’s roof. Before he could move, Gareth wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer until the center console got in the way. Jack didn’t fight. He braced his elbows on magnolia leather and leaned across the barrier into Gareth’s touch. Their kiss was slow and languid, more teasing than enticing.

“Really not the car for that,” Gareth commented when he leaned back to put space between them. “Though I could imagine spreading you across that bonnet.”

“Yeah, let’s scandalize the locals,” Jack agreed and popped the doors.

It was the third time and Gareth still hadn’t figured out how it was done. Not that he’d been paying particular attention to the TVR’s doors. Though now that he’d started thinking about the acres of bonnet, he could see that the car had potential. He turned to look for Jack, but despite having opened the boot, he wasn’t anywhere close to the car. He stood in the center of the car park, staring at a beat-up green Rover.

“What’s the matter?”

“Not sure.” Jack’s voice was distant. “Thing gives me the creeps.”


Gareth couldn’t see anything that might have set off Jack’s warning bells. The N-plated Rover 400 showed every one of its seventeen years of hard work. Flaking paint marred the sides, hinting at rust-eaten bodywork, and one of the car’s wings had been replaced with one of a slightly different green. It wasn’t a car that invited a second look from anyone, but somehow it had immediately drawn Jack’s attention.


He stared a moment longer before he shrugged and turned back to Gareth. “I don’t know,” he said, sounding apologetic. “Probably nothing at all. Fancy a walk?”

“Since that’s what we came here for….” Gareth wanted to reach for Jack, whether to distract him or shake him hard enough to rattle some sense back into that busy brain of his, he couldn’t have said. “Was there anywhere in particular you wanted to go?”

“Just… around,” Jack said as he found a narrow path that led into the surrounding woods.

“Liar. And crappy at it, too. How’d you ever make it as a spook?”

Gareth had merely meant to tease, but a dark flush crept up Jack’s neck, and he hunched forward. “I wasn’t that kind of spook,” he mumbled when Gareth caught up with him.

“No?” Gareth wrapped his arm around Jack’s shoulders and felt him flinch at the contact. Jack was suddenly so tightly wound he was close to taking off. And that wasn’t something Gareth wanted to deal with right then. He cast around for something, anything, that could serve as a distraction.

“So, what’s going on with you and that Dave character?” he settled on, glad when Jack’s head shot up and he stared, caught out.

“Nothing’s going on. He’s straight.”

“Bullshit. He was all over you.”

The vehemence in Gareth’s tone brought Jack’s head around. The frown dissolved and the smirk appeared. “That jealousy I’m hearing, Flynn?”

Gareth felt the rush of heat in his neck sweep up the sides of his face. He held Jack’s disbelieving gaze regardless. “Would you blame me?”


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Publication Date: May 13, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBT, M/M, Romance, Suspense

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Synopsis: You don’t greet your new boss dressed like an underage rent boy. But when Jack Horwood—ace hacker and ex-MI6 operative—opens the door to Gareth Flynn, he's too busy to worry over details like that. And anyway, his potential new boss is his former Commanding Officer – the same guy Jack has had a crush on since he was seventeen. So he should understand, right?
When he applied for the job in Nancarrow Mining's corporate security division, Jack had hoped for peaceful days repelling cyber attacks. Maybe a bit of corporate espionage on the side. His plans didn't include rescuing abused children, hunting pimps, or dealing with his overly protective and hot-as-hell boss, Gareth Flynn.

Walking away is not an option. Jack never takes the easy way out. More than that, meeting Gareth raises old ghosts that Jack needs to put to rest. Rescuing kids. Taking risks. Saving the day. Jack can do all that – but deciding what to do about his attraction to Gareth isn’t the sort of cloak-and-dagger game Jack plays well. Yet Gareth, strong and smart and always on hand when needed, might be Jack’s salvation.


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Publication Date: February 10, 2016
Genres: Adult,Contemporary, LGBT, M/M, Novella, Romance, Suspense

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Synopsis: Jack Horwood doesn’t do families. Or Christmas. From the time his mother sold him to her pimp to the moment he walked out on the man he loved, Christmas has always been about change and painful choices. This year seems no different. Helping Daniel and Nico recover from their imprisonment and hunting down those responsible puts Jack in a frame of mind he doesn’t want to inflict on anyone. Least of all Gareth and the tentative relationship they’ve started to rebuild.
But Gareth, for whom Christmas is all about new beginnings, won’t let Jack take the easy way out. He makes him face his ghosts instead. Even when said ghosts invade their bedroom.

When Daniel’s parents are found, Jack is determined to settle the matter without involving Daniel at all. But fate decrees otherwise, and it’s Gareth who helps him finally understand that the strongest bonds are those forged together. Once he gets that, Jack can step up and make a decision designed to lay his ghosts to rest—for good.



Jackie Keswick

Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurrent dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.

Jackie loves stories about unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who don’t follow the rules when those rules are stupid. She has a thing for green eyes and tight cyclist’s butts and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.


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This is by far the largest humidifier diffuser I own. This is perfect for when one of the family is sick. Fill it up with water add a few drops of peppermint essential oil to it and it helps them breath again. I love the light show. It has 7 different colors of lights, which can be turned off. IT has 18 ranges of steam, which is better then any humidifier I have ever owned. I love that it is cool air instead of getting hot, the whole thing stays cool, which is great having small kids and pets in the house. It is very simple to use, just unscrew the filter, fill the tank with water, replace and screw the filter back on, turn it over on top of the base, turn the power on and walk away.  The instruction booklet comes in 5 languages, so great for anyone.

 I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

3D Car Vinyl Sticker Decal, Peeking Monster Offered by SUnnY

I got this for my car. I was going to put it on but with the white background it didn't look very real on my red car, so I put it on my husbands white car and it looks great. Kind of real looking even from a distance.. Up close the picture is a bit fuzzy but standing back from it you really can't tell it's fuzzy. We put the sticker under the back window on hatch of his Dodge Journey.

The sticker is almost 16 inches long and a little over 4 inches at it's widest point. So it is a really good sized sticker. The sticker is a vinyl material. It has with stood a car wash with no problem.

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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Virtual Excerpt Tour for Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard

Promise Lodge
by Charlotte Hubbard


GENRE: Amish/Inspirational Romance



Energetic widow Mattie Bender Schwartz is working day and night to get Promise Lodge going. She’s also hoping the change will help her son Noah’s heart to heal after his broken engagement. But his former fiancĂ©e, Deborah, is looking for a fresh start too. Filled with regret, and cast out by her dat for a reason she can’t yet reveal, Deborah can only pray Noah will forgive her foolishness.

Deborah is the last person Noah expected to show up at Promise Lodge. But with her cruel words still ringing in his head, he’s reluctant to accept her apology—even if the Old Order ways demand he try. If only he could obey Christ’s most important commandment: love one another. But one thing is certain—his mother and aunts, and their beloved Preacher Amos, will do their best to help him get there.


EXCERPTS (Exclusive Excerpt):
 Deborah awoke with a start to discover that the sunrise was already a bright pink blush on the horizon. The salty-sweet aroma of bacon mingling with the fragrances of coffee and cinnamon told her that breakfast preparations were well underway, so she splashed her face at the sink and dressed quickly. Her body felt heavy from lack of sleep and her eyes stung from crying, but she couldn’t let her worries overwhelm her.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from The Lord, which made Heaven and Earth, she reminded herself. If God be for me, who can be against me?

Deborah arranged her kapp over her freshly wound bun and resolutely smoothed its long strings down the front of her lavender dress. She could do this. She could make herself so useful—could paint so carefully and efficiently—that Preacher Amos and the others would be glad she was here even if Noah wanted nothing more to do with her.

She swung open the cabin door and shrieked, nearly tripping over a body. And then she saw the gun. “Noah! I didn’t know you were—”

Queenie sprang up from Noah’s lap, barking loudly, as though to insist she had not fallen asleep on the job.

“Sorry,” Noah muttered as he rolled away from Deborah, into the grass.

When he stood up, with his hair sticking out in clumps and his shirt half untucked beneath his suspenders, Deborah realized he’d slept in the clothes he’d worn yesterday. But why did Noah have a rifle? Had he thought she might steal away in the night—or steal from the lodge? Had he lost all trust in her?

“Coyotes,” he rasped in a voice heavy with sleep. “Come on, Queenie, let’s go. Enough of your racket.”

Noah hurried toward the lodge with his dog at his side, leaving Deborah at a loss. Of all the places where he could have positioned himself last night, why had he fallen asleep outside her door? Rosetta kept her chickens and goats in a shed on the other side of the lodge, so wouldn’t coyotes have been prowling over there rather than near her cabin?

Deborah started toward the kitchen door at the back of the lodge, wondering if she would ever understand how Noah’s mind worked. She used to think she knew him inside and out, but either he’d changed dramatically since moving to Promise or she had totally misunderstood him when they’d been courting.

Her unsettling thoughts disappeared as she entered the kitchen. Rosetta stood at the stove, turning strips of bacon that sizzled in a cast iron skillet while Christine set a table in the dining room and Mattie pulled a large pan from the oven. Deborah didn’t want to interrupt their snappy rendition of “Simple Gifts”, but she couldn’t help exclaiming over the largest cinnamon rolls she’d ever seen.

“I’d intended to help you make breakfast,” she protested as she gazed at Mattie’s rolls. They were baked to puffy perfection, spiraled around a filling of raisins, cinnamon, and nuts, and they smelled so good. “What’s the occasion, that you’ve made such luscious—surely you haven’t been up since the wee hours to bake these for an everyday breakfast,” Deborah stammered.

Mattie chuckled as she set the pan on a rack. “You are the occasion, Deborah!”

“I was looking for a reason to try this new recipe—testing it for when we have new residents eating with us until their homes are built,” Rosetta explained. “And what better reason could I have than you? We made the dough last night and kept it in the refrigerator, which shortened the process this morning.”

“You can stir up the glaze, if you’d like, ” Mattie said, gesturing toward a bowl of powdered sugar with a measuring cup of milk beside it. “We’d never think you were shirking, Deborah. You’re not made that way.”

Deborah was so stunned that she could only gawk at them. “You—you baked these rolls for me?”

Rosetta grinned as she placed crisp strips of bacon on a platter. “I call it planning for happiness,” she said, her brown eyes sparkling. “We’ve been so busy, working to keep everyone clothed and fed while we’re putting our new settlement together, that it’s time to celebrate our progress—and your visit! All work and no play will make us dull girls.”

“And cranky,” Mattie added with a laugh. “We were all getting a little crisp around the edges, so it’s time to ease up. To count our blessings.”

“Jah, God didn’t create His world without taking a break, and neither should we,” Christine reasoned as she spooned coffee into the percolator basket. “And now we’ve got a head start on tomorrow’s breakfast, too.”

“If you hide some of these rolls where the men won’t find them,” Mattie added with a laugh.

As the three sisters gazed fondly at her, Deborah’s heart swelled with gratitude. “It’s so gut to see you all again,” she murmured. “Things haven’t been the same at home without you and the girls.”

“We’ve missed you, too, dear,” Mattie said wistfully. “While we believe we’ve done the right thing by starting a new colony, it’s been harder than we anticipated to leave our friends behind.”

My Review:
 I do not often read books known to have a religious flair to them, I am more into paranormal and romance. At first I passed this book up, but the more I thought about the blurb the more I wanted to read it. The blurb just made this book intriguing to me. Now that I am finished with the book, I must admit, I am so glad I changed my mind. I will also be looking into other books like this one. 
  I really enjoyed the book and would love this to turn into a series. I would love to know more of the story on how the Promise Lodge turns out once it is really up and running. I made friends with the characters in this book the few days I spent reading it. 
  Contrary to my belief when I first looked at this book, there really was not that much religion in the book. And I have nothing against religion, after all my Father was a ordained minister. I just usually find that religion based books are usually more of a Sunday sermon then a story. This book was a wonderful story.
  In the book 3 Old Order Amish sisters, 2 are widows one is a Maidel, their children and a friend who happens to be a Preacher, all sell their farms and buy property to start their own colony.  Which causes lots of slack with their friends they left behind as well as their religious leaders in their old colony.  The family and friend set out to make their wish for a new colony come true. The property they buy used to be a old church camp. There is a large lodge house, several cabins, barns and more but everything need lots of repairs. As they all work on the place another old friend shows up. Deborah is also one of the boys ex-fiance. 
 As the story goes on, you get to see if Noah and Deborah work out their problems, if they are able to fix up the old camp and make a go of their dreams.  It really is a very good story.
  I really hope Ms. Hubbard decides to make a series out of this book. I would be the first one to read it if she did. 

I was given my copy in exchange for a honest review. And honestly, I really really enjoyed this book.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Many moons ago—like, in 1983 while she was still a school librarian—Charlotte Hubbard sold her first story to True Story. This launched her into writing around seventy of those “true confessions” stories over the years, and she’s been a slave to her overactive imagination ever since. Over the course of her writing career, she has sold nearly 50 books—most recently, Amish romance series she’s written as Charlotte Hubbard or Naomi King.
Charlotte lived in Missouri for most of her life, so her Amish stories are set in imaginary Missouri towns. These days she lives in St. Paul, MN with her husband of 40 years and their Border collie, Ramona.

Promise Lodge, Book 1
Zebra (February 26, 2016)
ISBN-13: 9781420139419 •• ISBN-10: 142013941X

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