Maia Ambrose is here to tell us about her steamy contemporary romance Once Again Mine.
She's also hosting a great giveaway.
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If she gives me one more chance, I’ll risk it all for that forever
kind of love.
A BWWM Firefighter
Romance
Once Again Mine
by Maia Ambrose
Genre: Steamy
Contemporary Romance
Ex-flame
alert! My high school sweetheart’s back home unannounced.
She’s got me hooked with
those mesmerizing eyes and curves that won't stop.
Stranded in a snowstorm?
Not complaining when her
velvety brown sugar skin warms things up.
I crave the love we had -
But she's got real grown woman
problems,
And a controlling streak that
drives me wild—especially in the bedroom.
Our fiery encounters are louder
than my fire truck's horn.
Sure, she's used to the
public eye, but all I want is her attention.
If she gives me one more
chance, I'll risk it all for that forever kind of love.
Even if it means leaving
everything behind.
Just hoping I survive long
enough to make it happen.
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Once Again Mine is a
standalone interracial romance. You can expect a second chance stuck
together HEA romance between Jake and Savannah. Steamy scenes and
explicit language are included and intended for mature audiences
only.
Maia
Ambrose is an African American Steamy Romance author from the Midwest
who believes in the power of love and everything it has to offer. Her
stories illustrate the dynamic of contemporary interracial
relationships between strong, resilient black women and
heart-throbbing, irresistible white men. Maia believes there's truly
someone for everyone and aims to inspire more love energy in the
world with her work.
Maia is a notorious night owl, who
frequently burns the midnight oil, coming up with creative romantic
ideas. When she's not writing her BWWM stories, she's spending time
with the people she loves most and practicing self-care.
Melody R. Green is here to tell us about The Pilgrim's Way Cafe, Maggie McCready's Travelling Tarot Adventures, book 2, a paranormal cozy mystery.
There's also a great giveaway.
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A spellbinding adventure through mystical realms and celestial
encounters
The Pilgrims' Way Cafe
Maggie McCready’s
Travelling Tarot Adventures Book 2
by Melody R. Green
Genre: Paranormal
Cozy Mystery
Maggie finds herself in an adventure with eight Archangels (including
Archangel Michael) who have asked her to help them clear the negative
energies around a very old pilgrims' route on Dartmoor, called The
Archangels' Way. They're on a mission to rid the Way of the impact of
human history, smugglers, highwaymen, ghosts, pixies, energy centres,
churches, ley-lines, death, peat bogs, gallows, haunted inns, rolling
mists, stone circles, standing stones and holy wells.
It's a
fascinating place with energy wormholes and crossing points between
the dimensions giving Maggie and the Archangels plenty of
disturbances to try to balance and of course Phineas, Archdemon and
the Archangel of Chaos is there to make the task as difficult as
possible.
Melody
R. Green is an Angel Intuitive who uses her gifts to help people work
through the ups and downs of love, relationships, and the other big
events of life, guiding them to connect back to “Spirit” and
their own intuition. She has much first-hand knowledge of connection
to Spirit as she lives in a home filled with spirits of many kinds,
who speak to her often. Melody Lives in Sydney, Australia.
Nancy Pennick is here to tell us about The Model's Last Pose, The Pearl Hotel Cozy Mystery Series #1, a cozy mystery.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Model’s Last Pose
Nancy Pennick
(The Pearl Hotel Cozy Mystery Series, #1)
Publication date: March 26th 2024
Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery
In a cozy tearoom of a prestigious five-star hotel, three friends embark on a mission to solve a murder along with a koi that appears to read minds.
Faced with a severe case of writer’s block, best-selling author Serena Tate seeks help from her close confidant, Mia, a popular fashion designer. Mia suggests that Serena observe the inner workings of her forthcoming fashion show for inspiration. What unfolds is beyond her wildest expectations—a shocking murder of a supermodel. Together with their tech-savvy friend, Lily, the unlikely trio embarks on a mission to uncover the truth.
Two koi swam away, but a majestic red one with white fins and tail stayed. “Oh, I see how it is. They’re loyal to Nina. But you?” Serena pointed to the fish. “Have sympathy for everyone.” She threw her head back and blew air through her lips. “Where do I begin?”
When Serena looked at the pond again, the koi hadn’t budged. “I loved him, you know. Madly. Passionately.” She stared at the fish. “Who am I talking about, you ask? My ex-husband, Justice Tate. He was a bad boy, and I loved bad boys. He owned a motorcycle, and we’d go on day trips, seeing parts of the state I’d never seen before. We had fun together, so much fun. When he asked me to marry him, I think I fainted. Not literally. But in my mind, I did.”
The koi’s mouth formed in the shape of an “O”. He, because Serena decided it must be a male, seemed interested in the story. “You want to hear the rest? It gets uglier. Sadder. I can’t really label it.”
Other fish swam by, distracting the red and white koi. He turned away but reappeared after a dip underwater. “What do you like to eat?” Serena asked. “Next time I’ll come prepared.”
The fish seemed to like her statement. Serena swore he nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, and she decided he was waiting to hear more of her sad tale.
“Okay,” Serena finally said. “Fine. I’ll tell you. We were young when we got married. Twenty-one, to be exact. We had two great years together, then I got pregnant with twins. Girls. Justice wanted to name the girls Jade and Jewel like the shiny, precious gems they were, and so we did. At first, everything was fine. Justice was the typical doting dad. But they cramped his style. We couldn’t take off at a moment’s notice with a double stroller. That didn’t fit on the back of a motorcycle. We needed a practical car. I encouraged Justice to choose whatever he wanted so he’d feel invested. Once the girls started school, I thought things would get better.” She paused and shook her head. “Nope.” She put emphasis on the ‘p’. “They got worse.”
Author Bio:
Nancy Pennick grew up and still lives in Northeast Ohio. After a career in teaching, she began writing young adult and romance books. The Waiting for Dusk series includes a historical fiction prequel, Broken Dreams. The sci-fi romance series about time travel has three books-Waiting for Dusk, Call of the Canyon and Stealing Time. The Swedish influences in the series come from her mother whose parents emigrated from Sweden.
Her second YA series-Twenty Nine-had slowly developed over time. One Leap Year, an idea came to her and she created the characters and story based on that special day, February 29.
Nancy has branched out into historical romance with her Clan MacLaren series and romantic suspense, The Secret Billionaire Society and Billionaire's Bride series.
Nancy is married and has one son who helps her when she's challenged by tech, which may be more often than he likes!
Joseph Kopel is here to tell us about The Empress' Journey, Tikl The First of Nehel Book 1, an epic fantasy.
He's also hosting a great giveaway.
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What is your stance?
The Empress’ Journey
Tikl The First of
Nehel Book 1
by Joseph Kopel
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Amid turmoil and despair, a new hope arises as a young
empress.
The Gesha obliterated the once thriving but
ailing Kingdom of Aranka, triggering an imbalance in Sankaris.
Epidemics, wars, pollution, and madness plague the land as the
protagonists pursue for answers.
A glimmer of faith
spreads throughout the maimed world as the Promise. Her rise to power
brings a much-needed balance, ensuring a fresh start and the dawning
of a new era.
Will she unravel the mysteries behind these
afflictions and restore the balance to Sankaris?
Join this
captivating tale of humanity, resilience, determination, and the
search for truths in a world gripped by darkness.
Joseph
Kopel is an imaginative author who has transitioned from Sci-Fi to
Space Opera and now ventures into the realm of Fantasy with his debut
in the genre.
What
began as a hobby has grown into thirty-five years of writing. Being
bilingual, he switched between English and Spanish. The greatest
influences on him were the Latin American literature in Mexico City's
libraries and the most famous American Sci-Fi authors.
When
he is out of any fantastic realm to be in the world of reality, he
enjoys his time with his wife, three kids, and his two pets.
Currently,
he lives in Northwest Missouri, in a small peaceful country town of
only 250 people.
Tamara Grantham is here to tell us about her paranormal romance Harleigh Sinclair and the Ice Crusade, Harleigh Sinclair #2.
She's also hosting a great giveaway.
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Harleigh Sinclair and the Ice Crusade
Tamara Grantham
(Harleigh Sinclair, #2)
Publication date: March 5th 2024
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Finding lost artifacts is my specialty, but when an Inuit artifact is hidden in the wilds of Alaska, finding it could be more difficult than I’ve bargained for.
My name is Harleigh Sinclair. I’ve been using my abilities as a Neotact to find ancient relics with special powers. After teaming up with a man named Jagg Ransom—a Crimson Knight with a mysterious past—we’re on the search for five lost artifacts with immense powers.
Our current quest takes us to a remote village in the Alaskan wilderness. But when we arrive, we’re greeted by angry villagers who blame us for the disappearance of one of their trackers. He’s been kidnapped by my former coworker, and the two are on the path to find the relic before us.
If we can’t find the relic first, the object will fall into the hands of an evil organization called the Blood Raiders. Worse, we’re not alone. The Inuit artifact is guarded by a giant beast of lore—one that would rather see us dead than accomplish our mission.
But failure isn’t an option. If the Blood Raiders succeed in obtaining the relic, they’ll use it in a plot to destroy the world as we know it.
I stood at the doorway leading into the vaults of Mr. Walter Prescott’s most prized Neotact artifacts and debated how to steal one. Muted lights reflected over the black square of glass across from me. A hand scanner.
“No keypad. Right,” I said under my breath before pulling off my leather gloves. Air conditioning hummed from the vents of the high-rise tower in San Antonio’s downtown district, and I let the cool air wash over my exposed skin.
A cold shiver skittered down my spine, and I darted a glance at the dimly lit hallway stretching behind me. If things went south, it was my only escape. My new manager, King Khamron, had gotten me this far, but he’d stayed on the bottom floor near the building’s entrance to keep an eye out.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention to the scanner. The glass interface seemed to taunt me. My boss would kill me if I couldn’t break inside.
Why did it have to be a handprint scanner? Why couldn’t they use a no frills, super reliable—and easily hijacked—keypad?
As I concentrated, I sighed in frustration. A jolt of energy sparked through my fingertips. The electrical pulses had gotten stronger since I’d returned from Egypt two weeks ago, and I chalked it up to being exposed to the legendary ankh artifact. Darrell Brownstein, a convicted serial killer and Blood Raider, had planned to kill me with it, but instead, I’d used the ankh against him. He was dead now, along with a dozen of his followers.
Still, there were other Blood Raiders out there intent on taking the Neotact artifacts, which had led me to standing here at the vault of Walter Prescott, father of the famed Jagg Ransom, debating how to break in.
Jagg. I shook my head as an image of his ruggedly handsome face intruded on my memories. I hadn’t seen much of him since we’d returned from Egypt. A week ago, he’d told me he was traveling. Didn’t say where. Hadn’t even texted me since.
Long strands of brunette hair came loose from my ponytail and tickled my cheeks. As I pushed them away from my face, I once again attempted to concentrate on the hand scanner. Jagg Ransom was nothing but a distraction. The idea of turning around and telling King that I’d failed wasn’t a pleasant prospect.
I glanced up at the glass doors barring the vault. I could always break through the glass, but I was sure every security sensor in the building would start blaring the moment I did it.
No, I’d have to be creative about getting inside. I tapped my fingers on my lips, noticing the little electrical pulses popping at my skin like rubber bands. Odd that my powers were reacting this way after touching the ankh.
What if my ability isn’t just different? I asked myself. What if it’s more powerful?
With a deep inhale, I forced my doubts aside and placed my hand against the glass of the hand scanner. My heart raced, and I hoped the scanner couldn’t detect a person’s anxiety through its circuits. If so, I’d get fried in a heartbeat.
A yellow line glowed, starting at the top and moving down. I focused on sensing the last person’s hand that had touched the screen. Closing my eyes, I paid attention to the imprint of every swirl, every arch, every loop. Then, I sent a surge of energy into my hand, morphing it until it matched each of the previously used fingerprints.
I held my breath. If this didn’t work, and I got caught, I’d land in jail faster than I could blink.
Please work, please work, I chanted under my breath. Sweat beaded on my brow as I stared at the scanner.
Maybe it had been Jagg’s father’s hand that had been here. Maybe it had been Jagg himself. With that thought, my heart gave a sudden leap, and I could only imagine how angry Jagg Ransom would be if he knew I was breaking into his father’s prized vault.
Concentrate, I reminded myself, the yellow light still scanning up and down. A single beep chimed, and the light turned green. I released a pent-up breath. The door slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing the interior of the vault.
Author Bio:
Tamara Grantham is the award-winning author of more than a dozen books and novellas, including the Olive Kennedy: Fairy World MD series, the Shine novellas, and the Twisted Ever After trilogy. Dreamthief, the first book of her Fairy World MD series, won first place for fantasy in INDIEFAB’S Book of the Year Awards, a RONE award for best New Adult Romance, and is a #1 bestseller on Amazon with over 200 five-star reviews.
Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. She has been a featured speaker at multiple writing conferences, and she has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.
Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks--which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds--and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGrantham.com.
Thea Jenson has her future meticulously planned out. Graduate from college. Get a job. Marry her high school sweetheart and have two beautiful children. When she decides to transfer schools, her brother suggests she move in with him and his unruly hockey roommates. Everything in her life is going according to her plan . . .
. . . until she bumps into Kyler in their kitchen and sparks fly.
Kyler Rose, the starting center for the Northport University hockey team, is done for the moment he lays his eyes on Thea. But he can't allow her to become a distraction. He's determined to make it to the NHL. That's if he doesn't get booted for failing grades first. And even though he's on scholarship, it doesn't pay his bills or provide for his family. Neither do the tips he earns from his bartending gig. When an offer to make some fast cash falls in his lap, he takes it, thinking no one will care if he gets hurt . . .
. . . except Thea does care.
But just as Kyler finds a way to navigate his feelings for Thea, an unexpected link to his family comes to light and he finds himself in the fight of his life to protect those he loves the most - his family.
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and their three dogs.
In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.
Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018, and is now available on DVD & Digital.
To stay connected with Heidi visit www.facebook.com/authorheidimclaughlin or heidimclaughlin.com
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Jeffrey Haskey-Valerius is here to tell us about The Cyclopes' Eye, YA Dystopian, soft sci-fi.
Read on for details...
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YA Dystopian, Soft Sci-Fi
Date to be Published: 04-09-2024
Publisher: NineStar Press
First they came for his sister’s eye. Now they’re coming for
his. And what’s even worse is he deserves it.
Henry has never had anything good happen to him, period. Full stop.
That’s why, after school, he’s going to put on his big-boy pants
and confess his love to his best friend—because the universe owes him
one, dammit, and he needs a win.
But maybe doing it on Drill Day wasn't the best idea—the one day a
month that healthcare conglomerate Axiom infiltrates schools across America
to select a new candidate to give up one of their eyes, for... research? And
if this Drill Day is anything like the last, Henry will never get a chance
at a good life. Especially if his past keeps threatening to eat him alive,
and especially if his old ways of keeping the darkness at bay refuse to work
anymore.
Excerpt
I hate attention. I hate causing a scene. I hate being noticed. And
I’m very, very aware that, right now, that is exactly what’s
happening. I’m also noticing how sweaty I am. My face is either ghost
white or bile green. Or beet red. All three?
A part of me knows they can’t be looking at me any worse than they
usually do, though. Poor Henry with his one-eyed sister. Poor Henry with his
drunk of a dad. Poor Henry with his convict of a mother.
I think about reaching down to my thigh to catapult me out of this moment,
the tangle of cuts and scars I could squeeze and knead like dough so the
jolt of hurt would replace this ache of embarrassment. But I can’t.
Not here.
We take the third speed bump slower than the last two, but I still feel
touch-and-go. At this point, the best option is to just get out of here as
fast as I can. Since I’m already standing when we pull into the
parking spot, I don’t wait for all the people in front of me to get
off first. I march right on up to the front like I own this bus. And you
know what? For right now, I do, fuckers.
“You in a hurry or something?” asks the driver. He removes his
shades to reveal two very intact and very brown eyes. His fist is wrapped
around the lever to open the door, but he’s not opening it.
I wasn’t expecting this, and with each second, my blood feels thicker
and thicker, like sludge. I mumble something about a test I have to study
for.
“One day you’ll realize life’s about more than
school,” he says, believing, I’m sure, that he’s being
very profound at six-thirty.
I just nod and smile, hoping my face doesn’t betray my anguish.
He smirks and finally pulls the lever, and the door squeaks and sighs as it
opens. I jump down the stairs, and I must go a little too fast because
there’s no way I can hold it in anymore. I’ve got to puke, and
I’ve got to puke now.
I race around to the front of the bus, shielded on all sides by other buses
that I really hope are empty, and let it go.
It’s so painful coming up, like someone is stabbing me. My eyes
flutter open and closed as it comes pouring out, and it’s like
I’m watching myself in stop motion. It forms puddles around my feet.
Some of it gets on my shoes.
It’s hot and gross, and some of it sprays up into my nose, which
might make me puke more. I try to be quiet so nobody will hear me, but the
bus engine is so loud that it probably doesn’t matter. Or maybe
that’s delirious thinking. Maybe the driver is watching from his
window right now. But if anybody does come over to see, they don’t
wait around long enough to say anything.
A minute later, when I’m sure it’s all out of me, I feel light,
free. Empty. I think this might be the best I’ve ever felt in my life.
Maybe I can read this poem today. Maybe Sam will respond the way I want. I
should puke more often.
Everything in me goes still and quiet. It’s almost like I’m
floating through fog as I wind my way through the maze of buses all parked
in a cluster. I’m so light, it feels like a dream. Like I’m not
real. Is this what it’s like to get high?
As soon as I round the last bus, I come down.
If getting sick was a dream, reality is not worth waking up for. The
nightmare of my life is as bleak as it’s ever been.
Ah, yes, here we are. Drill Day.
Across the parking lot, a few hundred feet away, is the entire student
body—two thousand of my peers. They’ve been rounded up like
cattle in front of school, their incessant chatter like primal, god-fearing
cries for help before being led to slaughter. And just like real cattle,
they know there’s no escape.
But at least the cows get to die before their mutilation
About the Author
Jeffrey Haskey-Valerius works in healthcare by day and writes weird fiction
and poetry by night. His shorter work has been featured in numerous literary
journals and has been nominated for prizes, including Best of the Net. He
currently lives in the Midwest with his unbelievably handsome and perfect
dog, and also a human whom he loves. The Cyclopes’ Eye is his debut
novel.