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VBT–Years and an Ocean by Jo Noelle. Spotlight

14 Apr

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Years and an Ocean by Jo Noelle

Going to a séance was supposed to be a harmless diversion in Victorian England, but for Delia Spencer, it was life altering. Since that day, she has been plagued by fainting spells, while her consciousness visits Elle Thomas more than a century in the future. In modern-day New York, Elle has kept secret the dream-like memories of Delia’s life. As the visits have become more frequent, Elle is confused about what is her life and what is not. Back in England, Delia’s father is determined to marry her off to any marginally suitable man before her illness becomes known to society. But will Delia consent, now that she’s had a taste of Elle’s independence?


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Praise for Years and an Ocean

I enjoyed this fresh take on characters that connect over differing time periods. The characters were rich and interesting, and I loved the historical aspect with the modern. Clean romance is a bonus. The light fantasy elements bordered on paranormal, but never got out of the realm of plausibility. Good writing and a story I can recommend. ~Renae Mackley

This book was not at all predictable, which I love! Just when I thought I had the ending figured out, Jo Noelle took me for a ride. ~Stacy Carroll

Jo NoelleAuthor Jo Noelle

Jo Noelle grew up in Colorado and Utah but also spent time in Idaho and California. She has two adult children and three small kids. She teaches teachers and students about reading and writing, grows freakishly large tomatoes, enjoys cooking especially for desserts, builds furniture, sews beautiful dresses, and likes to go hiking in the nearby mountains. Oh, and by the way, she’s two people—

Canda Mortensen and Deanna Henderson, a mother/daughter writing team.

They began writing separately several years ago but found the process much more fun when they started collaborating. They are debut authors, with Lexi’s Pathetic Fictional Love Life as their first completed work. Other titles include Newbie and Damnation.

Deanna attended college before marrying and starting her family.

Canda received a Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education, a Reading Specialist endorsement, and a Master’s degree in Educational Leadership. Her day job focuses on teaching teachers and children about literacy.

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Anywhere. Anytime. Anyway.

9 May

I’m one of those lucky people who can up and travel anywhere and anytime I want. Seriously. By private jets, by fancy yachts, by dark limousine or by foot carrying my own backpack. To freezing temperatures one day or to places where the sun shines its gold upon the world the next day. Atop the highest mountain peak or the finest sandy beach, you name it and I was there and then some more.


I spend time among the Siberian tigers, watching them hunt their next meal or teaching their cubs how to survive. I have the next adventure at my fingertips—one snap and I’m dancing among Flamingos on the shores of the Lake Nakuru in Kenya.flamingos

If I feel social, I’m on a plane to New York. As soon as I land I’m in the midst of the biggest crowd down Madison Avenue, observing its colors and taking its pulse.


I know I’m lucky because not only do I get the chance to do all of that whenever I want but I do it for free (did I mention I know how lucky I am?) For the past five years I didn’t spend one penny traveling around the world. Not one. Either 5-star resorts, personal cook and driver, or warming a can of beans under infinite skies, whatever my mood—I did it all.


Sometimes our own world is not enough. It’s then when I explore places no one else has set foot on. Sometime I travel to planets outside our galaxy. Or among scary beings like vampires, werewolves or zombies (my least favorite of all creatures).


You might ask how can I afford all of this? It’s simple: because I’m free to imagine it.


VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR–Southern Attraction by Tracy Kauffman

10 Aug


Southern Attraction

by Tracy Kauffman

Young Adult Romance

Categories: Action/Adventure

Publisher: KG Books

Heat Level: Sweet

Length: 174 pages

Available at:

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Southern-Attraction-Tracy-Kay-Kauffman/dp/0989188205/

KG Books – http://www.kgbooks.org/#!southern-attraction/c1ohm



Heather has everything she ever wanted; money, clothes, friends, popularity and parents that adored her. One terrible day, she is uprooted to a small town in Alabama with an uncle she doesn’t know.

The small town of Huckleburg was nothing like Manhattan. Country rednecks owned the town and no one accepted Yankees from New York. Heather didn’t think things could get worse until a tornado comes and blasts through the small town. Heather has to lose herself to rediscover what life is all about. She meets two guys that she can’t decide between who she really wants.

Join Heather as she discovers that there is more to life than money and fame. Will Heather ever fit in and find true love or will she stay an outsider living in the south?


Heather was awakened by the sound of her alarm. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, she thought as she stretched and yawned. She jumped up out of her bed, hit the silence button on the alarm, and went to her closet to pick out her clothes for the day. After looking through all her clothes, she sighed deeply.

What can I wear to this illiterate, rustic school. If I dress up, then people will think I’m a snob and snub me. If I dress down, then I will blend into the crowd, and I will not be able to accomplish anything. I guess I have my answer. I need to be seen in order to make a difference, whether good or bad.

Heather picked out her black leather skirt, a white dress shirt, a black fringed soft leather jacket and her black leather boots. At least I’m wearing boots, that way I’ll blend in somewhat, she thought. She styled her hair the way she always did and put on her makeup with a little more emphasis than usual.

Heather heard a knock on the door, “Yes, what do you want?” she asked. “I’m going to be outside. My cotton pickin’ cow, Molly, got out of the fence, and I have to round her up. Be back after a while,” Mick said through the door. “All right, but I’m leaving in a few minutes, so I’ll see you after school,” Heather replied.

“Okey dokey, see ya later,” Mick responded.

“Okey dokey! I can’t believe I’m living with a redneck, dirt farmer,” she said as she rolled her eyes. Heather glanced at the alarm, “Crap, I’m going to be late”, she said as she grabbed her purse and ran out the door. The door slammed behind her as she ran to the car. She looked around for Mick, but didn’t see him anywhere. I guess he’ll realize I’m gone when he doesn’t hear from me, she thought.

As Heather drove down the narrow gravel road she looked for the right road to take to get her to the school. She saw Mick with a belt whipping his cow. “Now I’m seen everything,” she said as she laughed.

As Heather approached the school, a green ford truck ran right in front of her. She paused for a second after giving him the finger. I can’t believe these idiots, she thought. She pulled into the parking space closer to the front of the school, and she looked over to the green pickup truck. 

A scruffy looking guy with long hair climbed out of the truck. “You need to watch where your going. This ain’t New York, this is my town,” he said very hatefully with a smirk on his face. “No, you need to watch where you are going, you hick. You’re the one who ran in front of me,” Heather replied as she pointed her finger at him. Heather was a little tougher than she looked. She wasn’t going to let some corn fed hillbilly talk to her like that.

 “How do you know I’m from New York anyway?” she asked.

“That is for me to know and you to find out,” he replied as he turned away from her.

Heather wasn’t used to people treating her this way, especially boys. She was the most popular girl in the whole school at Manhattan High School. Now she was in a place that was oblivious to the fact that she wore an eighteen hundred dollar Armani jacket and Louboutin boots. How can anyone not care about fashion, she thought. Fashion is what made her so popular. Everyone in Manhattan wanted what she had. She was the envy of all the girls at her school. Now she felt like she was an outsider looking in through a dark stained glass and no one could see her.

New Release The Necromancer’s Seduction by Mimi Sebastian

16 Jul

The Necromancers Seduction Banner Tour July aug

Allow me to introduce you to a brand new author and a very dear friend of mine Mimi Sebastian with her debut novel THE NECROMANCER’S SEDUCTION

ImaJinn Books is offering a special deal to celebrate the release of the first book in the Necromancer Series. The ebook of The Necromancer’s Seduction will be available for $.99 for one week only! Find the book on Amazon here and on Barnes & Noble here.
The Necromancer’s Seduction

The Necromancer Series, Book One
Mimi Sebastian

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: ImaJinn Books

Cover Artist: Patricia Lazarus

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/sCnfq9Se7bU



She has never feared the walking dead. It’s the power required to reanimate the dead that startles her, seduces her. The power that dwells inside her…and is growing.

For Professor Ruby Montagne, being a necromancer has brought her nothing but heartache, and she walked away from that part of her life long ago. However, her quiet existence in San Francisco is shattered when she stumbles upon the body of a slain witch, and the supernatural community insists she transform him into a revenant to track the killer. But his murder was just the beginning, and Ruby soon realizes that the stakes are higher than anyone can imagine—and that revenants have nasty minds of their own.

Now demonic creatures have escaped into the human world, and zombies once again walk the streets. For humanity’s sake, Ruby forms an unlikely alliance with a witch, a zombie, and Ewan March, a demon warrior who sets her senses on fire.

She’s always distrusted demons and Ewan is no exception, but circumstances push them closer together, and Ruby not only finds it harder to resist him, she isn’t sure she even wants to. But she suspects his job of patrolling the portal separating humans and demons conceals a dark and deadly past that may consume them both.

With events spiraling out of control, Ruby unravels a plot that not only threatens the human and demon realms, but puts Ruby’s very soul in jeopardy. Because when the dead walk, no one is safe. Especially Ruby.


He was going to kill me. He really was. He motioned for me to follow him. We walked down a short flight of stairs to a spacious basement that looked normal enough, replete with pool and foosball tables, bar, and the slightly damp mildew smell ingrained in the walls of all basements. Nothing that hinted at a gateway to another plane of existence.

“Take my hand. You need to be in physical contact with me from now on,” he said.

Was this a put on? I eyed his outstretched hand and raised my eyebrows.

He grinned. “I promise you my seductions are much more imaginative than hand holding.”

My hand sparked, and my breath caught when he wound his fingers through mine. He swept his gaze over me, settling on my face. I moistened my lips, and he smiled, a wicked smile deepening the smolder of his eyes. “Come on.”

We walked to a door on the other side of the basement, past the well-stocked bar. He spoke in the demon tongue, and the door swung open. A narrow passageway spilled out before us. “How exactly does the portal work?” I asked.

“Malthus learned how to bend matter at points where our realms come the closest to converging, creating the portals—similar to your theoretical space worm holes. These points fluctuate, never occurring at the same place, but that instability also gives us the ability to travel to other places in your world. Like right now, the realms have converged in New York. Next month, it might be London or the Arctic Circle. San Francisco is the only stable point, and therefore forms a permanent portal.”

“Demon worm holes, huh? Don’t want to see those worms.”

He chuckled. After a few moments of walking down the corridor, my wedge sandals sank into the now dirt floor. I stuck my hand out to my side, feeling damp brick where only moments before I’d encountered plaster walls as we trudged deeper into recesses lit only by oil lanterns. We must have left the confines of the house. Of reality, for that matter.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“I can’t explain it in normal terms. We aren’t in the world as you perceive it. Think of this as a mental landscape.”

“Is my mind projecting all this?”

“No, mine is.”

“How can a creature from the demon realm find its way out if the way in is another demon’s mental projection?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Demon magic works a lot with bending perception and manipulating space and time, as you experienced with Jax after the zombie attacked you. A demon wanting to breach the portal need only learn how to perceive its way out. Granted, if he makes a mistake, he can wander forever, lost in the oblivion of his own mind.”

 The passageway narrowed until my shoulders scraped against the brick walls, now stained with black slime. The oil from the lamps mingled with another smell, a deep, dank odor that made me feel like I needed to wipe black mold off my body.

“Christ, can’t you tell your mind to make this passage a little wider and warmer?”

“It’s a subconscious projection. I can’t control it.”

“Your subconscious is a dungeon?” I said, eyeing a rusted chain hanging from the wall. “What the hell is this place?”

Out of nowhere a large mosaic door appeared on the wall in front of us. “We’ve arrived at the portal,” Ewan said.

The small mosaic tiles combined in a pattern of shapes and colors to form a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. The water of the bay shimmered before me, and the briny scent of the ocean tickled my nostrils. I reached out to touch the mosaic, but Ewan seized my wrist. “Don’t touch it.”

He reached a finger out to the mosaic and touched a boat bobbing in the waters of the bay. The tiles shuffled in a flash of color similar to a tile game until they formed a picture of the Empire State Building. The yellow taxi cabs on the street appeared to veer around traffic.

“No shit,” I said in awe. “That is one of the coolest things I’ve seen—ever.”

“The portal is an organic, almost sentient mechanism. The closest parallel to human science is quantum physics.”

I grimaced. “I’m an anthropologist, not a physicist.”

He laughed. “Imagine we’re taking a ride on an atom.” He squeezed my hand. “Are you ready?”

I nodded and wiped my clammy hands on my jeans. “What will happen?”

“I don’t know what humans perceive when they travel through the portal. It’s different for everyone. We’ll pass through the demon realm for a split second. You might get sick.”

The mosaic flexed when we stepped through. Inky blackness greeted me. I stuck my hand out in reflex. Slowly, light poked at my eyes until I saw images swim past my periphery as if I were viewing mirages in a desert. The sound of buzzing cicadas on a hot summer day filled my ears.

I couldn’t see Ewan, but his firm grasp on my hand settled my nerves and kept me from losing myself in the sensations. A dark shadow blocked out the images. Then everything around me blurred, and I found myself swaying on a concrete floor. 


About the Author:


Noemi Ghirghi writes as Mimi Sebastian and raised herself on books and the strange and unusual with an unhealthy dose of comics and Saturday morning cartoons. Loving angst-filled romance thrown in the mix, she decided to blend all those elements in a steamy mix in her first Urban Fantasy series, the Necromancer Books. The first book, The Necromancer’s Seduction, debuts July 15, 2013, with ImaJinn Books.

Noemi spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps and loves to introduce tid-bits from her experiences in her writing. 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, Noemi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.






Funny gifts (some) husbands appreciate

24 Oct

On my trip to New York I picked for my husband the picture below  (it’s not on paper, but rather on metal). He absolutely LOVES it! He has it up on the wall in his happy place (his garage).

The moral of the story: always tell the truth and nothing but the truth. People will appreciate your honesty.

Question 4 U: what’s the funniest gift you gave to someone or you personally received?

New York–The Colors Fondue

17 Oct

New York is considered the melting pot of the US. I call it the Colors Fondue.

I’ve spent four days in New York with two awesome authors I call dear friends Sherry Gammon and Cindy C Bennett. The time didn’t suffice to talk all-thing-books therefore we decided to take such trips at least once a year. Looking forward to the next adventure.

Aside from incredible photos I took along the way, I visited memorable places: Time Square, Broadway, Central Park, Ellis Island, Battery Park, 9/11 Memorial, China Town, Little Italy, and the Empire State Building. I left out (on purpose) quite a few other tourist attractions to visit with my family.

I knew what to expect (to some extent), after being told that it would feel a lot like home (as in home in Bucharest, Romania): crazy traffic, lots of pedestrians, tall buildings and constant noise. Others told me that New Yorkers are mean and rude people. Also I was told to stay out from certain areas—I might go in, but won’t come out. Naturally, I listened.

Personal impressions? Well, lets start with the weather. I’m a huge fan of warmth, sun and cloudless skies. Out of four days we only had one day (the last) of blue skies, but windy with temperatures around 60 degrees, which for me meant jacket, gloves and a shawl. Of course I saw some people wearing only t-shirts and I shivered just looking at them.

The traffic is indeed insane. Don’t know how they do it, a mass of yellow cabs sprinkled here and there with other colors. The lights turn red more often than they turn green, and the drivers seem to hold a steady hand on their horns rather than on their wheel. Every few minutes another ambulance speeds down the street. To my surprise that doesn’t really slow down the traffic—it’s already slowed either by the red lights or the constant constructions narrowing the already narrow streets to one or two lanes.

The buildings are impressive. We do have a few in downtown Phoenix, but not as tall and colorful. Some might not agree with all the advertising stuck to them, but I like it. It adds dynamism to the buzzing city. Modern and inviting stores occupy the first floor, with studios, offices or apartments—the higher the building the better the view. And did I mention the colors? Loved the red and blue and green next to either glass or brick facades. There’s a lot more to talk about the intricate architectural design, but since I know nothing about what represents which era, I’ll only say that it’s impressive, and even more impressive the fact that the constant renovations focus on preserving those historical elements.

New Yorkers are busy, fast people. It seems everyone is in a hurry. Compared with Arizonans where everyone has a smile plastered on their faces (it’s not Botox, I swear, it’s how we Arizonans are) New Yorkers seem … distant. Some smile back, some see through you, but overall they mind their business and you yours. We did meet a few really friendly (in the subway, of all places), eager to help us. But we also met some arrogant, rude ones (if you go to the Central Park, make sure the carriage driver is not a mean looking Russian—he tsks his teeth at you if you don’t agree to pay $100 for a ride!). China Town is not a friendly place either.

What impressed me the most was the play The Lion King on Broadway. I got teary eyed quite a few times during the show. Stunning costumes, professional performances and exquisite music made the experience unforgettable. Loved the drummer … and I’ll leave it at that.

Another outstanding place is the 9/11 Memorial. Kudos to those that designed it and those who built it. There’s an emotional and overwhelming undercurrent grabbing at your heart the entire time you’re there, as if the spirits of those we lost guide your steps throughout the entire site. A wide bronze band imprinted with the victims’ names ribbons The South and North Fountains while water falls down the large walls into the narrower square in the middle. I saw the rainbow on both fountains, I felt the breeze caused by the wind dancing with the white oak leaves, I heard the water’s murmur, telling untold stories. I touched the names of those I’ll never know, but forever will remember.

I can’t talk about the food. In retrospect I realize my sense of adventure stopped at … taking the subway and the ferry. I guess I was more interested in exploring places, walking one mile after another than sitting around in a restaurant and savoring delicious meals. Didn’t try any notorious food places, but stuck with salads (chicken Caesar salad at Giovanna’s in Little Italy was excellent), yogurt and fruits for breakfast and splurged in Carmel Machiatto’s from Starbucks. Not experiencing food the way I should’ve is reason enough to go back to New York, right?



Author In The House–Interview and Giveaway with Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

10 Jun

I met Lee Ann during my virtual book tour for my second novel and was really excited to find out she’s a fellow author. I take advantage of her stopping by with her latest release, a war romance titled In The Shadow Of War to interview her. Lee Ann has brought a copy of her novel for a lucky winner. All you have to do is leave your email address in the next 7 days in the comments section.

Now to the actual interview.

Lee Ann, I’m so happy to introduce you and your work to my followers. With so many published novels under your belt, how do you react to a bad review?

I try to ignore them – sure, they sting a little but I do my best to just move forward. You can’t dwell on them.  If there’s constructive criticism, I try to learn from it.

How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?

I bought a bottle of good champagne (a weakness of mine) and toasted the accomplishment with my husband.

Where do you get your inspiration for your stories?

I grew up on stories.  I was the child who sat at the feet of the elders and listened.  So many of my ideas come from those years but others come from the world around me.  The idea for my just finished and submitted novel, “Devlin’s Grace” came from seeing a man on a motorcycle.

Can you see yourself in any of your characters? Which one and why?

I think there’s a little of me in every character but the one most like me is probably Angel in my upcoming release (June 3) Guy’s Angel.

What’s one piece of advice you would give aspiring authors?

Never give up. Try to develop patience (an area I’m still working on myself) and always be willing to improve and learn.

What are your interests outside of writing?

Reading, gardening, family history and travel.

What do you do to promote your books?

I utilize every possible place, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedN, Yahoo groups, blogging (my blogs as well as guest blogs), virtual book tours, interviews, local appearances, and I even print up flyers to post on bulletin boards in my area.

What can you tell us about your latest release In The Shadow of War?

It’s a World War II era romance set in the small town where I now live.  In the 1940’s there was an Army training facility just outside town, Camp Crowder, which also happens to be the “real” Camp Swampy from the “Beetle Bailey” comic strip.  A lot of real life romances came from the soldiers and the local girls.  This is the love story I imagined with a recruit from Brooklyn, New York and a local first year teacher.

Thanks, Lee Ann for stopping by! For more info about Lee Ann please visit:

A Page In The Life: http://leeannsontheimermurphywriterauthor.blogspot.com

Rebel Writer: http://leeannsontheimermurphy.blogspot.com

Facebook: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Twitter: @leeannwriter

My books – out and coming soon:

Wolfe’s Lady, eBook, December 2010, Evernight Publishing

Love Tattoo, eBook, March 2011, Evernight Publishing (Love Covenant Series)

Love Never Fails, eBook and paperback, May 2011, April 2011, Rebel Ink Press

Love Scars, eBook, June 2011, Evernight Publishing (Love Covenant Series)

The Marriage Cure, eBook, July 2011, Astraea Press

Kinfolk, eBook and paperback, July 2011, Champagne Books

Love Knots, eBook, August 2011, Evernight Publishing (Love Covenant series)

Witness Protection Program, eBook, October 2011, Rebel Ink Press

A Time To Love, eBook and paperback, October 2011, Champagne Books

Sing We Now of Christmas eBook, December 2011, Rebel Ink Press

A Patient Heart, eBook, February 3, 2012, Rebel Ink Press

Love Shadows, eBook, February 2012, Evernight Publishing,

In Love’s Own Time, eBook, February 17, 2012 Rebel Ink Press

Miss Good Samaritan, eBook, April 2012, Rebel Ink Press

In The Shadow of War, eBook, May 2012, Rebel Ink Press

Long Live The King, eBook, May 2012, Champagne Books

What Fills The Heart, eBook, May 2012, Astraea Press

Guy’s Angel, eBook, June 2012, Rebel Ink Press

Heart of the Ozarks, eBook, August 2012, Rebel Ink Press

Dust Bowl Dreams, eBook, September 17, Rebel Ink Press

Kosovo Tales: Two Hearts, One Love, October 2012, Rebel Ink Press