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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Triple Love Score



Triple Love Score
by Brandi Megan Granett

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

Miranda Shane lives a quiet life among books and letters as a professor in a small upstate town. When the playing-by-the-rules poet throws out convention and begins to use a Scrabble board instead of paper to write, she sets off a chain of events that rattles her carefully planned world.

Her awakening propels her to take risks and seize chances she previously let slip by, including a game-changing offer from the man she let slip away. But when the revelation of an affair with a graduate student threatens the new life Miranda created, she is forced to decide between love or poetry.
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EXCERPT:

Miranda played mystery on a double word score with a blank tile. “Bingo,” she chorused. “Fifty points.” She hopped up to do a victory dance. As she did, her foot clipped the table, and the tile bag toppled over.

They both bent to pick them up. He smelled like Old Spice, the way her father did before the chemo made her mom’s nose too sensitive. “You,” Miranda started to say, to ask or to explain why she couldn’t stop staring at him.

“You,” he said in reply.

Then he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against hers. His eyelashes stirred against her cheeks as he closed his eyes. She leaned in closer. And neither one moved to stop. For a very long moment, lips slightly parted, they breathed in the same air, as they hovered in the sweet spot right after a kiss.

Then his phone went off, startling them both.

He snapped backwards and patted down his pockets for the source of the interruption. He stared at the number. “I think I have to take this,” he said. “Some kind of hospital.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Brandi Megan Granett is an author, online English professor, and private writing mentor. She holds a PhD in Creative Writing from Aberystwyth University, Wales, an MFA in Fiction from Sarah Lawrence College, a Masters in Adult Education with an emphasis on Distance Education from Penn State University, and a BA from the University of Florida.

Granett is the author of My Intended (William Morrow, 2000). Her short fiction has appeared in Pebble Lake Review, Folio, Pleiades and other literary magazines, and is collected in the volume Cars and Other Things That Get Around.

In addition, she writes an author interview series for the Huffington Post, and is a member of the Tall Poppy Writers, a community of writing professionals committed to growing relationships, promoting the work of its members, and connecting authors with each other and with readers.

When Granett is not writing or teaching or mothering, she is honing her archery skills. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, daughter and two dogs.


Author Social Media Links

Website:          www.brandigranett.com/
Facebook:       Brandi Megan Granett, Author
Twitter:            @brandigranett
Instagram:       @mrsgranett
Goodreads:     Brandi Megan Granett

Purchase Links

Amazon  http://www.amazon.com/Triple-Score-Brandi-Megan-Granett/dp/1942545401/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1463636063&sr=8-1&keywords=triple+love+score

Barnes & Noble  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/triple-love-score-brandi-megan-granett/1123694044?ean=9781942545408



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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE


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Monday, January 30, 2017

Fated Hearts Review


Fated Hearts
by Becky Flade

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GENRE:  romantic suspense

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BLURB:

Psychiatrist Henley Elliott fled her quiet life in Cleveland for a gypsy lifestyle, trying to stay one step ahead of her painful memories. When she breaks down in quirky little Trappers' Cove, Minnesota, she meets Sheriff Carter McAlister - a man healing from his own share of hidden heartbreaks. 

At the request of a friend, Carter offers Henley a job to help her get back on her feet . . . but soon he can't resist trying to sweep the intriguing woman off them. Breaking through her carefully built shell proves to be a near-impossible task, and to make matters worse, a dangerous new presence in the Cove seems to be targeting Henley. They must learn to trust in each other in order to keep her safe. 

Can Henley and Carter leave their secrets and scars in the past to get a second chance at happily ever after?



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EXCERPT:

“Did he kill that man?”

“No. I did.” Maggie took another sip. Henley took the glass back. Their fingers brushed over the stem. “He tried to crush Aidan’s skull with a rock. I used his gun on him. The one he’d meant to kill me with.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”

“It bothered you—taking a life, for the right reason, to save a life. And it hurt you to
tell me about it. But you did so I would understand why your husband automatically distrusts a stranger in your home. And I’ll give him leeway if he’s rude. You have a good heart, Maggie, and an honest soul. Both are admirable.”

“Can you read minds?”

Henley laughed. “I’m a psychiatrist. Not practicing at the moment, by choice. But it can be hard to turn it off.” She’d been honest, but Henley still felt the weight of a lie.

“Good God almighty, don’t tell Aidan that. He’ll never relax with you.”

   
MY REVIEW:
Henley, the heroine has been running from her past for a long time when car trouble in a small town brings her to a halt. Expensive repairs lead her to work for the local sheriff. He's gorgeous, but Henley knows nothing can come of this attraction. She'd like to tell him why she's running, but if she did he'd never want to see her again. Or worse yet, he'd think she was crazy. Of course the gorgeous sheriff hasn't told her everything about himself either. Specifically, he's as wounded as she is.

Amid real danger from the past, Henley and her sheriff have to confront their pasts and decide if they'll face the future together or not.

I liked the plot of the book, as well as the characters. I'd give it 4 out of 5 stars.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A coffee addict and born city girl, I tend to place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor, three beautiful daughters ranging in ages from college through pre-school, two grandsons and a charming son-in-law. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.

I’d love to have you visit with me on my blog; at Facebook and Twitter; on my Goodreads and Amazon author pages; or write to me directly at beckyfladeauthor@gmail.com.

CONTACT INFO
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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors



Welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors, your chance to sample the work of a talented group of authors. When you finish here you can find more snippets at

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We know so far that Rocky ticked off drug dealers and had to fake his death so he can enter the witness protection program. At the pretend funeral, Cade McCoy told Aimee he'd never go into the ring again, and Gabe Porter who is suspected of being in the drug ring hugs Aimee and reveals that he knows where she lives. I'm skipping some paragraphs today to the time Aimee goes home to Baltimore, and Rocky calls her right after she was thinking how peaceful she felt.

“Hey, hon, it’s me.”


Rocky! Aimee gritted her teeth and clenched the receiver so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Why are you calling here; the FBI said no contact for at least six months.”

Rocky laughed in her ear. “We’re safe now, hon; stop worrying.”

Aimee took deep breaths to calm herself and resisted the impulse to pound her pillow. “Dave told you not to come or call here, and don’t call me hon. It sounds tacky.

“Oh, Dave’s just a pessimist; I called because I have some news for you.” 


Blurb:
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new online business, life in the country is anything but boring.

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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Saturday Sample


Welcome to Saturday Sample. Last week we saw that Rocky called Aimee and told her he'd bought them a house to live in. Aimee headed to West Virginia, but her car quit five miles from Fortuna, the estate that Rocky bought. To her surprise Cade McCoy comes riding down on a horse.

Blurb:
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new online business, life in the country is anything but boring.

Excerpt:

Aimee’s jaw dropped. “Cade McCoy! Where did you come from?”


Cade laughed as he dismounted. “Remember that horse farm I was going to buy? It’s only a few miles down the road.”

Aimee stepped back as the horses nostrils flared. Oww. They were pink inside. “He won’t bite, will he?”

Cade’s lips quirked. “No way, but this horse is a mare, a female horse, not a male.”

Aimee gingerly patted the animal’s nose. “Horses are real big, aren’t they? She’s pretty though.”

“She sure is,” Cade agreed as the horse hid her face against his chest. “You didn’t say what brings you to my new neck of the woods.”

“Rocky bought some property five miles down Taylor Road, which my GPS thinks is this road.”

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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Jayce Ventura: Ghost Detective

Title - Jayce Ventura: Ghost Detective 
Author - Serena Akeroyd
Genre - Paranormal Romance
Release Date - January 31, 2017
It says a lot about a person when their best friend is a ghost. 
But, Jayce Ventura, ghost detective, has nothing but the deceased as friends. With no love life, no social life, and only Ben and Jerry who'll put up with her, something's gotta give. But what? 
When Drake Edwin comes to her for help in finding closure with his nephew's death, Jayce is dragged out of her apathy and into the weird and wonderful world of emotion. 
Only trouble is, Drake's nephew didn't OD, he was murdered, and Jayce is the only one who can make good this situation. 
Mixing work and pleasure is never the best idea, but when you throw murder into the scenario, it gets a thousand times worse. 
Only a helping hand from the other side will get this duo together, but even ghosts can be bitter. Will Drake and Jayce ever make it? Or were they broken before they managed to meet...?
“Is he certain that Nate Cambright was behind this?”

Drake's voice penetrates the ghostly conversation. “It's more circumstantial than I'd like. Nate threatened David, told him he'd regret it if he went to the party where his drink was spiked.”
“Can he remember anything else?”
“What did they spike the drink with?” David asks, and I pass on the question to Drake who answers:
“Ketamine.”
“Special K?” He huffs. “Then it's Nate. He was dealing it at school.”
When I pass that on to Drake, his eyes bug out. “Are you being serious? You knew and didn't tell me?”
“What? And make my life a thousand times worse?” David shakes his head. “Nate's the most arrogant SOB because of who his dad is. He thinks nothing can touch him. If people know I died of a Special K overdose, then they'll know he was the one to spike my drink.”
“David, I've heard of Ketamine. It's hallucinogenic. Before you passed, you'll have been hallucinating. Think back,” Kenna tells him. “Do you remember anything from that time?”
“I've thought about that night every day since, Kenna.”
She narrows her eyes at him when he bows his head. “You're keeping something back. I can sense it.”
“No, I'm not. Why would I?” He licks his lips. “The only thing I can remember is...well, I do remember Nate getting in my face. He was laughing at me. Taunting me.” When I tell Drake that, he bites out, “What are we going to do? He needs to pay.”
“Well, first things first, we need to get David out of here.”
Drake frowns. “How do you even do that?”
“That's for me to know and for you not to find out.”
His glower doesn't affect me. Hell, Kenna does nothing but glare at me for most of every, single, freakin' day! “If it's going to affect my nephew, then I think I deserve to know.”
David's chest puffs up again. “That's my uncle,” he tells Kenna, who really isn't impressed.
“Yeah, I got that.” She rolls her eyes. “Tell him not to get his knickers in a twist.”
I sniff. “It's not like I'm going to do something bad, for God's sake. I'm going to make it so he's no longer connected to this place.” As I fold my arms across my chest, I won't lie, there's a pout to my lips. “I thought you'd approve.”
He blinks at me. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Watch it, buster,” I snipe. “Do you want to come with me, David? Or do you like this dump?”
Apparently I've astounded both men, because David's ghostly lips work but no noise pops out. He looks like a silvery goldfish. When he gulps, I know he's way too close to tears for my own comfort. “I'd like that,” he whispers, his tone quivery. “Kenna says it's cool where you live.”
“It's certainly better than this shithole,” I remark, peering around the admittedly grim bookshop. But, it's not like if I pretty up the place it will make it better for its current residents. Ghosts actually come here because it's, well, I guess it suits their mood. Ghosts aren't exactly happy, after all. 
Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!
A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?
Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!
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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Beyond the Book: The Captain and the Cheerleader


Today's excerpt is from the book we've been previewing The Captain and the Cheerleader. To summarize, so far we know that Susan bet an irritating fellow teacher that she could make head football coach Kurt Deveraux ask her out. He did, and tonight he arrives at her house to take her to a party. This scene is significant because we learn that Kurt is attracted to Susan, and we also learn that neither of them drink, which will be important later on.

Blurb:
Susan English can’t stand Robin Lanford! She’s so full of herself she irritates everyone on the faculty of Fairfield High. When Robin bets Susan fifty dollars that she can’t get a date with Kurt Deveraux, the head football coach, Susan jumps at the chance to put the little heifer in her place. She had no idea that teaching Robin a lesson would irrevocably change her life, strain treasured friendships, and throw two families into chaos.

Susan rose from the sofa and took her jacket off the back of a chair. My oh my, what a view! Her entire outfit fit so snugly it might have been painted on, but it didn’t look off color or suggestive. Instead, the jeans and sweater looked elegant and classic, just like Susan herself.

A look of chagrin crossed her face when she turned back around. “I think I’ve been a bad hostess. Would you like a drink before we go, or should we be on our way?”

“I don’t really drink. I guess you think it’s corny, but I want to set a good example for the kids.”
Susan nodded as if his answer pleased her. “I don’t think that’s corny at all, and I don’t drink either. Coffee’s about the strongest thing I’m interested in.” 

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