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New Release–The Necromancer’s Betrayal by Mimi Sebastian

16 Jul

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Her powers have been hobbled. Her enemies are growing stronger.
Old loves challenge her. And her worst betrayer may be herself.
Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer, she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the real culprit is still on the loose.

While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be more than just friends.

The competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?

SNIPPET:

A hand I knew all too well rested on my shoulder. “Come dance with me.”

My first impulse was to huff, having watched him with Portia, but I smoothed my feathers and smothered the small fire that had been smoldering all night. If Ewan wasn’t going to bug me about Lysander, then I wasn’t going to disturb this quiet, soothing, if not a bit dangerous peace. It probably helped that I was just buzzed enough to agree, and maybe that had been his devious plan. I let him lead me to the floor and envelop me in his arms for the slow dance. His hesitation joined mine for a brief moment when our bodies connected, melting every nerve ending.

I can’t do this to myself.

I moved away from him, but, sensing my skittishness, he tightened his grip, pulling me against his chest. My breath caught and my body buzzed with longing and want. We danced for a few moments to let the popping world around us settle. I understood why it was so much easier to attack each other, find an irritation to mine, an axe to throw, because all of that was easier than enduring this crippling longing, feeling this gaping hole carved in my chest.

When my heart finally stopped tripping over itself, I carefully settled my cheek on the soft silk of his shirt. He pressed his lips to my ear, and his breath, tinged with whiskey and his spicy demon scent, overwhelmed me and everything, everyone around us melted in a blur. He pressed his thumb against my side, grazing until he found the round swell of my breast. I felt his smile against my cheek when I suppressed a moan. My rebellious arms somehow found their way around his neck.

“You’re insufferable,” I said.

“Charming.” His breath puffed against my earlobe, causing my nipples to harden.

“Smug.”

“Confident.” He continued to rub and caught my nipple with one devious flick, eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Arrogant.”

“Gracious.”

“Oh, hell.”

“That, too.” He tightened his arms even more. “Do you know how much I want to throw you over my shoulder, take you to my place, and make love to you? I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I want you.” His words, whispered into my ear, soft and husky, about undid me.

“This conversation is not a good idea.” But my body screamed, throbbed to hear the rest of what he wanted to do.

“Why? Don’t want Lysander to see me kiss you?” He glided his lips across my jawbone, leaving my skin zinging everywhere he touched. “He kissed you.” His words, tinged with a note of regret, sent a violent shiver through me.

“No. Stop. What if Malthus sees?” I pushed away from him. He loosened his embrace, giving me an extra inch of space, without removing his arms from my waist.

“Maybe I don’t give a damn.”

“I had an interesting talk with Portia.” My words had the intended effect, throwing a bucket of freezing cold water over the conversation. I hated to extinguish the passion I so craved, but our talk had veered into the same morass that led to nowhere but despair.

“That was mean,” he said, his eyes clouding with frustration.

“What? Talking with her or bringing it up?”

“What did you talk about?”

I smirked. “Sharing.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t want to know.”

“Do you trust her?”

“It’s wise not to trust anyone for the time being, but I’d be surprised if she was involved.”

“You might try talking to her the next time you’re together.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you and I made love.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Guess I can’t say the same for you.”

Ah, back to the pain. It almost felt better. At least we’d enjoyed most of the evening before igniting the white flag. I should have shot back at him with some retort, admonished him for judging me, but I was too buzzed and confused with guilt and readily accepted my role as dartboard for the night.

“So tell me, are you and Lysander serious? Do you care for him?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.”

His arms stiffened.

“He’s a friend,” I added.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“I’m not dating him. I’m not dating you either. Yes, we—” Frustration stifled my words. “What do you want me to do? Wait nine years? I don’t think our relationship can stand nine years of hurting each other.”

His arms tightened, tightened, tightened and suffocated my thoughts. “He’s using the blood exchange to manipulate you.”

“He’s not manipulating me. You know better than that.”

“Lysander is a very old vampire, and I can assure you, he didn’t spend those hundreds of years in a monastery. He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“Just like you know exactly what you’re doing with Portia?”

“That’s different.”

He let me pull out of his embrace. “Sure it is,” I said, before turning away from him. The bar came into view and, needing a destination, I sprinted off before he could prevent my escape. I chanced a glance back and saw Portia had claimed him for the next dance. He whirled her onto the dance floor, but not before locking eyes with me for one last, hard stare.

AUTHOR’S BIO

Mimi Sebastian raised herself on books and the strange and unusual, and an unhealthy dose of comics and movies. When a career as a punk guitarist failed to materialize, she completed her degree in urban planning, spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps, and another three years in Brazil. By day, she debates the merits of transport oriented development, by night she writes about necromancers and pirates. She’s convinced she could live off coffee, ice cream, and comic books, but is sure only one of those is good for her health.

She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Mimi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.

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Author In The House–Wendy Vella

18 Aug

If you are like me, always looking for new novels and authors, you’ll be glad you stop today by my site. Because I have both–a new release and a new author to introduce you to. Not only will Wendy Vella introduce you to her new novel Duchess By Chance but she also graciously agreed to tell us a few things about her.

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Wendy, the floor is all yours 🙂

Hello to everyone and thanks so much for having me on your blog!

I’m a first generation Kiwi and was born and raised in the North Island of New Zealand. I grew up with beaches and rolling hills and a loud boisterous family that knew how to enjoy life. Married for 28 years to a wonderful man we have two children who have surprisingly morphed from vile teenagers into sane adults.

I love food of all descriptions but a particular favourite is roasted almond peanut slabs from Whittaker’s. My husband thinks I talk more than is strictly necessary and occasionally asks if I ever put any thought into what comes out of my head before he has to hear it.

For fun we like to get out on our bikes and ride a few miles and have some pretty outstanding scenery around here so it’s something I really enjoy. I read a lot. I’m not fussy about my genre choice, I like paranormal, contemporary, and historical. I just finished Smooth Talking Stranger by one of my favourite authors, Lisa Kleypas and loved every word.

I write most evenings in the lounge where my family watch TV. I put on my headphones and tap away on my laptop and it still means we’re all together and if they want my attention they simply wave a hand around or throw something!

My first taste of romance novels came when my mother removed my Jill’s Pony Club manual forcibly from my hands and replaced it with a Mills & Boons (to broaden my mind of course) and I remember thinking the hero was one arrogant bastard who needed a swift kick but by the end I was as smitten as he. Intrigued, I then read These Old Shades by Georgette Heyer, a book my sister gave me, and the rest as they say is history. My love of the Regency Era started from that moment.

I love the secrets and nuances of that era, the scandals and dramas. It was an era that lent itself to romance and intrigue and because I’ve never experienced it first hand, nor has anyone else alive today, you get a certain amount of licence when you write about that time.

I wrote my first contemporary novel aged 19 and that will never see daylight I can assure you, but when I need a good laugh I drag it out of the shoe box it’s hidden in. I wrote my first historical novel at 23 but did not start to take my writing seriously until I joined Romance Writers of New Zealand.

This organization was responsible for my first foray into the world of competitions. I polished my manuscript and sent it in to be judged; I then sat back and waited for the phone to ring. I would win of course; I’d be offered a publishing contract and could give up my day job and start writing full time! I had it all planned. The phone however didn’t ring and the feedback was less than flattering in fact it made references to my editing abilities resembling a five year old child. So I realized I needed to learn my craft and that is what I did over the next few years, I also learnt to take criticism and rejection, all things necessary to get to the bigger goal.

Duchess By Chance is my second book published, and it’s a rollicking romp with a hero and heroine forced into marriage through no fault of their own. Their journey is fraught with aggravation and aided by several colorful secondary characters, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

DUCHESS BY CHANCE on sale August 2013

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Daniel, Duke of Stratton, learns of his betrothal to Miss Berengaria Evangeline Winchcomb minutes before his father’s death. Having gambled his fortune away, all the late Duke had left to sell was his son. To save his family’s honor Daniel agrees to the marriage, but society’s favorite bachelor is no longer a charming easygoing man – his father’s betrayal has left him angry and with a thirst for revenge.

Eva learns she is to wed the Duke of Stratton on the way to the church. Inside she feels a flicker of hope that at last she is to leave her horrid family – however that flicker is short-lived as she faces the cold unyielding man who is now her husband.

Has she merely replaced one tyrant with another?

Winner: Romance Writers of New Zealand Clendon Award for a full-length romantic manuscript.

Duchess By Chance

Also written by Wendy Vella 

The Reluctant Countess

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Visit my website: http://www.wendyvella.com/

Facebook: http://facebook.com/AuthorWendyVella

Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/wendy_vella

Email: wendy@wendyvella.com

Virtual Book Tour–Immortal Eclipse by Author Sherry Soule

15 Jul

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Author Sherry Soule provides today’s post. She’s celebrating the release of her new novel, IMMORTAL ECLIPSE. If you like supernatural suspense mingled with a dash of chick-lit and a healthy dose of paranormal romance, then this is the book for you!

Sherry asked her snarky heroine, Skylar Blackwell to stop by. She has recently started her own advice column: “Dear Skylar.”

Since several people have asked Skylar for help with some very strange topics, she’s generously taken time away from her shopping cardio to answer them. Pasted below are some of the questions sent to her.

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 Question 1:

Q. Dear Skylar,

My boyfriend is in college and he likes to wear socks with sandals. When I complained about it, he just says his feet get cold. It’s so embarrassing! I refuse to go on dates with him until he buys a real pair of shoes. Any advice on getting him to stop?

Thanx,

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A. Dear Fashion-Clueless-BF,

Wearing socks with sandals has been a fashion faux pas forever, but that doesn’t stop people (generally men) from doing it. Unless you are walking outside to pick up the newspaper, socks with sandals are a big fashion no-no! First off, you don’t have to alert the fashion police—just throw out those sandals yourself! Then buy him some nicer shoes to wear. He’ll have new shoes, and you’ll have a fashionable guy—problem solved.

 

Question 2:

Q. Dear Skylar,

One day my sister Kate saw me enter the bathroom. She continued down the hallway, and to her surprise, she saw me inside my bedroom. Kate insisted I was in the bathroom, but obviously, I was lying on my bed doing homework. A few days later, Kate swore that she saw me watching TV in the living room, but I had been gone all day at softball practice. Later that same day, she also claimed that I ran past her and pulled her hair, but it wasn’t me! What do you think’s going on?

Kind regards,

Doppelgangers-Suck

 

A. Dear Doppelgangers-Suck,

Hmmm, you may indeed have doppelganger trouble. They are commonly considered an “evil twin,” unknown to the original person, who causes mischief by confusing friends and relatives. But some have more insidious intentions…especially, if they’re already dead. My advice? Get yourself a magical charm for protection, and fast!

 

Question 3:

Q. Dear Skylar,

I recently took over the family business, and although everything has been running smoothly, it feels as though the female employees haven’t quite accepted me as their new boss yet. In fact, they’ve been downright hostile and verbally abusive. And then there’s the little digs: one of them even asked how long I was planning to stay and told me that I was in over my head. How would you recommend I handle this situation?

Peace out,

Nobody-Likes-Me

 

A. Dear Nobody-Likes-Me,

Sounds like typical “Mean Girl” abuse. The pointed digs make some female bullies more toxic than the classic rageaholic. Well, I would advise you to fire all those hateful workers, but disgruntled employees can be nasty, too. Unfortunately, there’s no escaping your employees—unless you’re willing to quit or fight back. You’re just gonna have to dig in your heels—or Pradas—and get proactive. And try to keep in mind that life has a quirky way of working things out: When you’re dealing with a bitch, remember that karma is a bitch as well. Best of luck!

 

Question 4:

Q. Dear Skylar,

My husband, Tony, is a construction worker and he fell from a scaffold at work last week. His boss said he had broken his spine and that he was taken to the morgue. But when I arrived at the hospital, he was alive! He was walking around like nothing happened. And one other time, Tony was bitten by a poisonous snake and he didn’t get more than a slight headache from the venom. Am I going crazy or what?

Best,

Husband-Has-9-Lives

 

A. Dear Husband-Has-9-Lives,

That is strange indeed! Hmmm, let me think…since he can move about during the day, vampire is out. Government experiment doesn’t fit either, unless he escaped from the lab. Alien from Mars? Nah, he’d have green skin and big eyes. Or perhaps he’s a werewolf with regenerative powers. Whatever the case, the guy must have nine lives!

 

Hope you enjoyed this comical post! Now go feed your mind and read a book! Preferably one of mine. 😉

 

Places you can cyberstalk Sherry Soule:

Official Blog: http://www.sherrysoule.blogspot.com

Twitter @WriterSherry: http://twitter.com/writersherry

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/tdro6f

goodreads: http://bit.ly/uzohif

 

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Read an excerpt: http://sherrysoule.blogspot.com/p/adult-urban-fantasy_11.html

 

BUY IMMORTAL ECLIPSE:

Paperback: http://amzn.to/1074dUY

Kobo: http://bit.ly/12BgpdY

Amazon Kindle: http://amzn.to/14IbgG5

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/11QIbnz

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/14edSHU

 

Promo Blast–Player by Laura DeLuca

8 Jul

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Get your copy of PLAYER by Laura DeLuca. You won’t regret it!

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Player
by Laura DeLuca
YA Romance
Categories: Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: Bumble Book Press
Release Date: December 31, 2012
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 80,412

Description:
Joshua Handover had it all. He was handsome, rich, athletic, and had always been popular with the ladies. Yet, until he gets paired up with his beautiful but shy lab partner, Rosa, he never allowed himself to fall in love. As the chemistry between them grows, Josh realizes that his player days have come to end. But it seems his change of heart has come too late. Not only is Rosa leery of his bad boy reputation, he has four vindictive ex-girlfriends who are on a rampage. At first he doesn’t take their threats seriously, but then his tires are slashed, someone tries to poison him, and one of the girls turns up dead. Josh doesn’t know who to trust, but one thing is certain. It definitely isn’t worth the price he’s paying to be a player.

EXCERPT #1 – SHORT

Someone else came over to offer Nadine their congratulations, so Josh said goodbye and went to his locker to get his backpack. He figured he would meet up with Andrea and Rosa in the parking lot. He fumbled with the combination before finally getting the door to swing open. Something glittered on the top shelf and caught his eye. He reached for it, and a small scrap of paper fluttered to the floor.

At first he wasn’t sure what he was holding. It was a pink plastic tiara with some big gaudy plastic jewels. It was the type of thing he had seen in dollar stores for little girls’ birthday parties. It was practically broken in half, and the edges were sharp. Josh pricked his finger on the jagged point, and a few drops of blood welled from the small wound. He put his finger in his mouth as he bent to pick up the paper that had fallen. When he read it, the broken crown suddenly made sense and he wondered how he could have been so naïve. He should have realized from the instant he saw it what it meant.

“Josh decided to play around

Now one of his girls is under the ground.

Another has a big bump on her head.

And by the end of the dance, the queen will be dead.”

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About the Author:

Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.

Connect with Laura DeLuca

Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads

 

New Release: The Footmen by Shanyn Hosier

8 Jul
It is with great pleasure to introduce you Shanyn Hosier, a dear friend and fellow Arizonan author with her latest release THE FOOTMEN  (warning: only for mature audience)
In a woman’s world, what makes a man a man?
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Blurb: 
When Senator Yria Kolossa’s family is threatened, her male harem insists she hire a bodyguard. But burly, brutish Semper, their new Head of Security, doesn’t exactly fit in with the rest of Yria’s refined, courtly footmen. As tensions rise within the ranks of her lovers, Semper’s no closer to finding out who’s responsible for the threats… until she’s kidnapped right from under his nose.
 
Nobody understands why the gender ratio has been so skewed in the last generations, resulting in five boys for every girl born. In a gynocratic society where women hold all positions of political and economic power, the swelling population of homeless, hungry males is a perfect breeding ground for ominous rumbles of revolution. And Yria’s idealistic campaign for gender equality has made her some very powerful enemies in the capitol—people who believe the only way to preserve the female-biased status quo is by reducing the number of males by any means necessary. When Yria’s caught between rival political factions with opposing social agendas, will she survive?
 
Shanyn Hosier website: http://www.shanynhosier.com
 
Excerpt:

“I think we’ve given the kitchen enough time by now.” Senator Kolossa rubbed the back of her neck.

His employer’s cryptic statement scattered Semper’s thoughts.

The Gorgon—Ha! She’d been trying to glare him into stone all night long—nodded and summoned the car. “We’ll get it loaded right away, Mistress.”

Loaded? With what? Damn these women and their secrets!

The answer, confounding as it turned out to be, became apparent when they made their way to the lower kitchen level, rather than the exit, and crammed into the freight elevator with a small platoon of servants bearing boxes.

This was one way to avoid the predatory journalists awaiting the rest of them at the building’s entrance, he thought.

The car now laden with an obscene amount of kitchen scraps, they bid goodbye to The Gorgon. Then the Mistress gave the driver directions to one of the shelter/orphanages she was so enamored of, rather than home.

Semper wasn’t pleased by the change of plans or the cramped quarters in the cab. Mercy missions were all well and good… when they were planned. In advance. “If those servants get caught pilfering from the house, it’s their jobs, if not their heads.”

“No one stole anything,” she sighed tiredly. “Milanda’s always generous with her leftovers.” She rested her head against the seat back and closed her eyes.

For the rest of the ride, Semper focused on recon, tapping into the public surveillance system and making sure the streets ahead were clear of ambush opportunities. He was probably being overcautious when he re-directed the driver through a several-block detour around a routine fire call, but then again, that was his job.

They pulled up in front of a dilapidated, multistory brick building. Even though it was the middle of the night, whispers of “It’s the lady!” rushed around them as they approached the entryway, unnerving him.

Footsteps. Running. A mob of shadows darted toward them, and he instinctively reached for his gun—

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, swatting his hand.

A small figure dashed out at her, crying, “Lady!” It collided with her, thin arms wrapping around her legs, a wild-eyed, unseeing grin on its face.

“Hello, lovey,” the Mistress purred, tousling its hair.

The mob joined its leader, pouncing on their victim, all of them twitchy and bouncy around her. Grubby little hands reached out to touch her gown, her arms. A choir of high-pitched voices clamored for food and attention.

Something in Semper’s chest tightened. None of the urchins were more than a meter tall. All of them were bone-thin, huge eyes filling up smirched, haunted faces, gap-toothed smiles beaming hungrily, almost maniacally.

She had smiles and hugs for every one of them and promised an edible reward for those who helped unload the car if the contents of the boxes made it to the mess hall unpilfered.

As the mob tore off in the direction of the vehicle, she laughed ruefully. “I think they see me coming a kilometer away.”

“You’re an easy mark, for sure,” he gruffed.

A heavy, unbalanced set of footsteps shuffled down the dark corridor toward them, and Semper moved to intercept, his arms spread to keep her behind him this time. Her small hands tried in vain to push him out of the way.

“Mistress Kolossa?” a deep voice rasped.

“Who wants to know?” Semper gritted out.

“My apologies, Riez,” she called out. “My new bodyguard takes his duty over-seriously at times.”

A hunched and twisted figure shuffled into the light. One arm dangled uselessly, and Semper spotted a prosthetic leg. He didn’t completely dismiss the threat, but downgraded it enough to allow his employer wriggle out from behind him.

“I’m so glad you came.” The cripple turned his head and coughed for several seconds, and the Mistress waited patiently. Once he caught his breath, he continued, “Would you accompany me to the infirmary?”

Why did her unhesitant agreement surprise him? When had she ever displayed a scrap of self-preserving sense in his presence? But Semper’s pulse quickened. He could protect her from all manner of weapons and attackers but was just as vulnerable to contagion as she.

They were led to a large, dim room crowded with sick kids, the smallest ones paired up in single beds. Masked figures moved along aisles, checking statuses and updating records with functional but outdated technology. He’d seen field hospitals better equipped.

“Typical influenza symptoms,” Riez informed her as they donned flimsy breathing masks. “Not the most severe or virulent we’ve seen, but it’s picking up steam as it runs through the weaker population. Without antivirals, we’re only able to treat the symptoms. But the window to prevent an epidemic is closing rapidly.”

“You haven’t reported anything to the Public Health Administration yet?” Her question sounded hopeful.

Riez shook his head. “They’d slap a quarantine on us so fast your head would spin. Nothing in or out. We’d all starve.”

The Mistress nodded. “You have a supplier?”

Riez coughed again. “I do. But he’s expensive.”

“Give him a call,” she said, her eyes drifting over the rows of full beds. “Haggle as much as you can, but get whatever you need to stop this from getting any worse.”

Riez bowed his head. “What they say is true. You are an angel.” His ragged, wheezing voice was awed.

“No, sir, I am a mother.” She took the cripple’s arm and led him away from the sickroom. “You have access to medical staff you trust?”

Riez nodded, cleared his throat. “Just not the medicine.”

“May I borrow a tablet? I need to make some arrangements…”

Riez led her to a dingy office, and the Mistress spent the next quarter of an hour occupied with logistics. She opened a vid connection, tracked down the head of some foundation, apologized for waking her, and authorized Riez’s access to a temporary emergency account. The head tried to argue there weren’t sufficient funds, but the Mistress assured her another large donation had been secured that night.

Semper frowned. He hadn’t overheard any such discussion. The only time they’d been separated was during that closed meeting, and judging by her fretful state afterward, he couldn’t imagine money successfully changed hands.

When she disconnected from the foundation lady, she opened a message window. Semper had excellent vision as well as hearing; it was child’s play to read the contents of the message she typed over her shoulder, instructing her Primeri to transfer personal credit and relaying specific directional codes into the newly created account for Riez.

She cleared all traces before powering down the tablet, set it on the cluttered desk, and sighed, leaning back against a grimy wall.

Semper crossed his arms. “A night of rampant criminality takes it out of you, I see.” Encouraging a charitable organization to fail to report a potential epidemic to the proper authorities, brokering a black market drug deal, laundering money… He’d bet anything McCarty’s food “donation” would never end up on the tax books, either.

“I’m making the most of my last few weeks of legislative immunity,” she quipped, a half-smile gracing her already beautiful features.

“You might ask next time you make me an accessory to subversion.”

“I promise not to resent you if your moral compass leads you to implicate me.”

Semper snorted. He suspected it was a joke, but, “I know a thing or two about loyalty, Mistress.”

Her smile became pensive, serious. “I’m glad of that.”

She reached out for his hand. It felt cool and light in his, but her strong grip contradicted its fine-boned delicacy. Like a small, glowing coal, something in his chest began to pulse, warming him from within.

Rapunzel Untangled Blog Tour

11 Feb

What a wonderful way to start the week! It is with great pleasure to have Cindy C Bennett, an incredible friend and an even more incredible author stopping by during the virtual tour for her newest release titled Rapunzel Untangled.

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A Girl Trapped in a Mansion

A Mysterious Old Woman

The Boy Who Will Change Everything.

My Review:

From someone’s perspective who–growing up–didn’t read the original story (never heard about it until I moved to the US) I was fascinated with Cindy’s take on it. Of course, after reading Cindy’s version I had to read the original and, without a doubt Cindy’s is my favorite version. It has wit, emotions galore and likable characters in the beginning and lovable ones at the end, not to mention a hint of … darkness.

If Innocence was to be embodied by someone–that’s Rapunzel. As for Evil Rapunzel’s mother outsmarts it by a mile. I found myself rooting for poor Rapunzel, wanting somehow to reach inside the book and rescue her from her mother’s twisted ploy. I won’t lie, that woman asked many times for a punch straight in the face–that’s how well developed the story’s villan is. Thank goodness for Fane this sweet, fun (and very popular) kid whose curiosity pushes him to look beyond the facade of Facebook and want to know and meet Rapunzel. Little does he know what he was about to unravel beats anyone’s imagination.

Without a doubt this clean YA novel deserves 5 stars in my books and a place of honor on my favorite-books-of-all-times shelf.

Now to the fun part. As part of her tour Cindy provides us with a copy of her new novel. For your chance to win it all you have to do is click here.

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About the Author

Cindy C Bennett was born and raised in beautiful Salt Lake City, growing up in the shadows of the majestic Rocky Mountains. She and her husband – who happens to be her high-school sweetheart – raised two sons and two daughters. She’s now blessed with two daughters-in-law as well. She developed a love of writing in high school when a teacher introduced her to the joys of escaping reality for ten minutes each day in writing.

When she’s not writing, reading, or answering emails (notice there’s no mention of cleaning, cooking, or anything remotely domestic), she can often be found riding her Harley through the beautiful canyons near her home. (Yes, she rides a Harley.)

Links for Rapunzel Untangled Blog Tour

Cindy’s Blog http://cindybennett.blogspot.com/

Rapunzel Untangled Blog http://rapunzeluntangled.blogspot.com/

Cindy’s FB https://www.facebook.com/#!/cindycbennettauthor

Cindy’s Twitter https://twitter.com/cinbennett

Cindy’s Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4116333.Cindy_C_Bennett

Virtual Book Tour Catherine Garceau. Guest Post & Giveaway

30 Aug

Title: Swimming Out of Water: How an Olympian’s Struggle Inspired Breakthrough Discoveries in Health and Well-Being

Author: Catherine Garceau (Olympic Bronze Medalist 2000 Sydney Games)

Publisher: Morgan James Publishers

Length: 210 Pages with 35 black & white photos

Blurb:

Most people who knew Catherine Garceau during the early years of this century were struck by just how much she had going for her. The tall blonde with a body to kill for had won a Bronze medal at the 2000 Olympic Games as part of Canada’s synchronized swimming team. But no one knew that Catherine, having lost her main outlet for her obsession with perfection, was floundering in her post-Olympic life. Performing in Las Vegas and building a career in business and marketing weren’t fulfilling. In fact, part of her felt she was losing it all: her athletic body, her high-achieving mind and most humiliating, her image of excellence.

Now, in Swimming Out of Water, Garceau goes beneath the surface of her life. From the lens of a life-changing experience she had while hiking in the Red Rock National Park outside Las Vegas. Stuck on a cliff, alone, for twenty-four hours, she flashes back to moments of fear, failure, loss, triumph, and breakthrough, which all decorated her journey with valuable lessons. Written in the journal she took with her that day, Garceau realizes and reveals the negative effects of sugar and many chemicals found in our food and environments, including the chlorine she had bathed in for so many years.

Alas, with no one coming to her rescue, how did she get herself up from the ledge? How has her dream of a chlorine free swimming evolved? And how has she turned the stubborn eating disorders she faced into programs to help free other women from emotional eating?

Birthed from the edge of the Red Rocks and brought to completion in her continued years of integration, education and healing, Swimming Out of Water’s raw nature takes on the transparent quality of water, the very element Garceau is here to both defend and embody.

Spend this day on the rocks with her…and discover the grace of swimming out of water.

About the Author:

Catherine Garceau is the CEO of Wellness Olympiad, Inc., a leadership coaching, training and lifestyle consulting firm dedicated to promoting holistic health and well-being and raising awareness of the toxic effects of chlorine byproducts. For more information please visit http://www.CatherineGarceau.com

Twitter: @catgarceau.

GUEST POST

Rose-colored Goggles

“It is the food which you furnish to your mind that determines the whole character of your life”. —Emmet Fox

I slipped my pencil into the centerfold of my journal, snapped it shut, and put it down on the ground behind me to the left. In climbing the wall, I had no faith and staring at those words wasn’t doing me any good.

Doubting my power, strength, and ability to climb back up the wall was hardly a new feeling for me. Throughout my life I have experienced setbacks that produced the same feeling of inadequacy. Or maybe it was the other way around. Were my deep-seated feelings of unworthiness subconsciously setting me up for failure? If so, how would I reverse this negative spell?

Faith aside, one of the most satisfying breakthroughs that came to me through synchronized swimming was learning to adopt an optimistic approach in different areas of my life. It would be hard for anyone to develop the motivation it takes to achieve something great, such as an Olympic bronze medal, without learning from challenges, setbacks, and shortcomings. Perhaps it was my stubborn lack of self-confidence that motivated me to devote time, effort, and commitment to my mental training.

People who meet me today (and chuckle at my cheerful and upbeat nature) have a hard time believing that I was such a serious and pessimistic child. How on earth did I become an Olympian if I was always so negative? Actually, it’s amazing to realize how many high achievers are motivated by pain, or the avoidance of pain. Our brains seek adrenaline in activities that elevate dopamine and serotonin levels, which are often depleted from years of stress or even set off balance from birth. Sometimes, we even find activities and passions we can devote ourselves to one hundred percent to forget or to create the biochemical reactions that make us feel good. But these temporary fixes almost always lead to greater problems over time.

For me, there was no hiding anymore: I’ve been surfing a wave of sadness for as long as I can remember and using temporary coping strategies hardly worked anymore. During various phases of my life, symptoms of deep sadness (and what I now know to be a mix of childhood emotional traumas and brain chemistry imbalances) showed up as insomnia, over-exercising, chronic dieting, bingeing, isolation, procrastination, and breaking down in tears at the slightest perceived failure. With one foot grounded in deep spiritual inquiry, my other foot kept investigating the world of neuroscience and toxicology in order to better understand the brain’s connection to mind-body health. It’s sure been an interesting puzzle to put together. While many experts will proclaim to have figured out all the pieces of the puzzle, it is my belief that how and when the pieces come together for each individual differs greatly from person to person and could be orchestrated for a much higher purpose—for each of us to truly get the lessons we are here to learn.

Today, when I catch myself feeling down, discouraged with my progress, or judgmental of others, I bring compassion to the situation and choose to move forward with love. I’ve come to accept that if I do lose myself in negativity for a while, it’s probably Life asking me to walk through another tunnel in order to see the Light. This involves choosing to feel and release the arising emotions instead of avoiding them with exercise or food. And in the event that I succumb to old habits of eating instead of feeling, I remind myself that the journey towards emotional freedom and the acceptance of imperfections is always unfolding.

With brain health on my radar, I found the work of Dr. Daniel Amen, which included his Change Your Brain Change Your Life book series and educational PBS programs22. Suddenly, there was much more to ‘brain health’ than I could have imagined. As I continued to learn more about neurology and several human typing systems that reveal the uniqueness of our combined genetic, energetic, and chemical makeup, I learned that those of us who struggle early on may be born with certain predispositions, which others (who seem to breeze through life) are not. What became more and more obvious was how much the integrity of our chemistry and neurology23 greatly influences our emotions and behaviors. Whether the cause was a genetic predisposition, a dominant personality trait, a birth trauma (subtle brain injuries are often caused at birth), conditioning from a childhood trauma, overburdened organs from toxicity, or a combination of it all, understanding the interconnectedness of everything helped me gain patience and compassion for many health enigmas, including my own. Dr. Amen’s findings made more and more sense the more I observed myself and those in my life.

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