Tuesday, August 30, 2016

A friend & awesome writer - Caleb Pirtle III - "Friay Nights Don't Last Forever" #mgtab

**You know how sometimes you’re lucky enough to stumble across that person who is kind and helpful, making life as a lowly author not so isolated and hard? For me, Caleb Pirtle did just that – made me glad I had taken on this writing challenge so I could meet up with folks like him. He’s a prince of a man and has supported me and my career multiple times. Therefore, any way I can help get the word out to the world about his wonderfully, entertaining books is something I want to do.

I have read Caleb’s work and it’s damn good. So if you need a book to keep you intensely captivated, this will be it. I just got my copy.


Friday Nights Don’t Last Forever has seen the light of day. It’s now resting on Amazon and other eRetailers virtual shelves just waiting for readers.

From Caleb:

"First, I would like to thank Y & R Publishing for producing such a great-looking book.

I want to thank Juta Medina for designing a stunning cover that captures the emotion of the story.

And I am forever indebted to those who have taken the time to read the novel and write a review.

The reviews keep coming, and it’s an humbling experience to realize the reviews are better written than the novel.

Thanks to you all."

Review by Billy Ray Chitwood:

If ever a book was meant for big screen theaters, it’s Caleb Pirtle’s, Friday Nights Don’t Last Forever. This gifted and prolific author has a style and delivery that keeps you reading, metaphors and all.

The reel begins beside a big water tower, with some of the Avalon footballers climbing up that structure hundreds of feet to paint on the holding tank the words, Alabama State Champs. The ace quarterback is the only player who cannot make the climb. It becomes a subtle and substantially symbolic part of the book.

In Avalon, Alabama – small town America – eighteen year old quarterback, Casey Clinton has brought his high school team to the State Finals. He has also brought reputedly the ‘best passing arm’ in the country. Trailing by four points with thirteen seconds to go in the game, the rain coming down and the field a quagmire of soggy grass and mud, all Casey has to do is hit his soft-handed wide receiver, Lucas Calhoun, on a square-out from the opponents ten yard line…money in the bank, everybody on the coaching staff and on the sidelines believe.

Casey runs around in the backfield avoiding tacklers, gets to his spot, sets his right foot to hit his wily and superstar wide receiver who is open in the end zone. Casey’s right foot sinks into the mud, and the ball wobbles out in the general direction of Calhoun who is desperately trying to catch up to the wind-driven football. Lucas doesn’t make the misdirected football…

Game Over! Humiliation and regret begins. A new world opens up for Casey Clinton, most of it negative, suffering the frowns of his fans and ‘friends’, feeling the contradictory emotions that come with this ‘passage’ in his life.

Friday Nights Don’t Last Forever has all the reader wants – moral ambivalence, love, romance, sex, murder, the shifty and life-changing tactics of College football recruiters, offering their gifts – cars, young hostesses who are happy to accommodate their school’s next super stars. The characters are well drawn and portrayed, showing Mr. Pirtle’s brilliance as a wordsmith.

Review by Patricia La Vigne:

Friday Nights Don’t Last Forever by Caleb Pirtle III is a roller-coaster ride through Casey Clinton’s life from the time he slips in the mud during a crucial Friday night high school football game. That slip cost his wide receiver, Lucas Calhoun, a fumble which lost the game to the rival team, and the State Championship.

From that moment, the author takes his reader into the heads of each character in the story as those characters evolve throughout the story, how their lives are affected by events and experiences. The language might be construed as “typical” for the rough exterior layers of older teen boys and the coaches who want to spell out the situations in terms understood best by those boys.

In spite of losing the state championship, Casey’s reputation as a star athlete spread beyond his small hometown of Avalon, Alabama. Coaches from universities across the South vied for his signature on the dotted line that would catapult him to a college football team.

At the helm, stood Frank Hatchett—one might call him an old “war horse” of coaches– from the University of Alabama. Frank had the reputation of being a veteran recruiter for the University of Alabama who wines and dines prospective players from around the country. He’s also of the opinion he should rule over other coaches when it comes down to his choices.

He is intent on recruiting Casey, whose throwing arm has led his team to many victories through the years.
But what happens when Frank arranges to meet Casey and his family for a media interview, and while walking toward the family, Frank has to ask his assistant what the kid’s name is again? We learn a side of Frank that is more political than genuine interest in the boy he says should play for the Crimson Tide team of Alabama.

When Casey is confounded by the growing number of recruiting coaches from universities throughout the South, he seeks advice on what to do, where to go, and how to avoid the constant clatter of telephone calls. He gets little satisfaction from his parents because he sees a side of himself they don’t.

We get a deeper picture of the emotions Casey goes through, especially with his friends from school. A girl he loves who taunts and teases him; the boys who challenge his fear of heights when they try to goad him into climbing the local water tower; the sexual turmoil he suffers when he is rebuffed by the head cheerleader; the seduction by a minister’s young wife, and when he is discovered on New Year’s Day in a Dallas hotel with a murdered girl, not knowing if he committed the murder.

From the depths of despair, can Casey rise from the ashes of his life like the proverbial Phoenix ? Is this his rite of passage into becoming a responsible adult?

Caleb Pirtle writes the powerful story of what can be considered a “behind the scenes” look into the life of an eighteen year old who has it all—talent, fame, glory, a golden future—but at what price?

Review by Roger Summers:

Casey Clinton is a magician. He knows football. But Caleb Pirtle out-magicians the magician.

Caleb knows how football works – especially how football works Casey Clinton. Maneuvers him, snookers him, leads him, seduces him, confounds him, guides and misguides him.

It is always first down and ten, with the red zone ever within attainable reach the way Caleb zip-zip-zips his story along, captivating and then keeping the reader spiraling in his words as only Caleb can.

A football coach once said that there is not much to know about football except that a football is a prolate spheroid. Anything else, the coach insisted, is pure conjecture. Not so. Football is as complex as it seems to be simple.

Caleb knows football’s complexities, its intricacies, and, yes, its addiction for players and fans alike and knows how to tell the tale of them in his special, inimitable fashion that will keep readers up late into the night – Friday or any other night – until the very last word of this compelling novel is absorbed.

Along the way the reader comes to understand what is amiss and what is restorative about this night of nights in the razzle-dazzle of football.

And then the book will be closed – slowly, slowly closed – followed by long moments of time out to reflect upon all you have come to know and understand between the first word and the last.

Review by David L. Atkinson:

Although the subject matter was foreign to me, the character development and complexity I found fascinating.

Caleb Pirtle has the skill to put the character out there with the mission of drawing in the reader and does so with great skill.

The emotions that the players on the football team experience are tangible and never dull in this treatment of the game and its multi-faceted nature. An excellent read.

Caleb Pirtle III began his career writing about history and travel. He learned quickly, however, that what happens is never as important as those who make it happen. Many of those people have made their way into his novels.

Pirtle is the author of more than 65 published books, including the new noir suspense thrillers, "Golgotha Connection," "Secrets of the Dead," "Conspiracy of Lies," and "Night Side of Dark. His other novels, include "Deadline," and "Little Lies." He has written such award winners as "XIT: The American Cowboy," "Callaway Gardens: the Unending Season," "The Grandest Day," "Echoes from Forgotten Streets," and "Spirit of a Winner." His nonfiction works include Gamble in the Devil's Chalk and No Experience Required.

He earned a journalism degree from The University of Texas and became the first student at the university to win the national William Randolph Hearst Award for feature writing. As a reporter for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Pirtle received both the Texas Headliner's and Associated Press Awards.He served as travel editor for Southern Living Magazine, and his travel writing was given the National Discover America Award three times. For more than two decades, Pirtle was editorial director for a custom publishing company in Dallas.

He has written three teleplays for network television, including "Gambler 5: Playing for Keeps," a mini-series for CBS and "The Texas Rangers" for John Milius and TNT. Because of the success of the CBS mini-series, Pirtle was asked to write two novels, "Jokers Are Wild" and "Dead Man's Hand" for Berkeley. His blogs appear regularly on http://venturegalleries.com .

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

Bookstore sales versus sales on Twitter! #mgtab #eNovAaw

Okay, hang in with me here…
When I think of twitter, I think of a large bookstore like B&N with thousands and thousands of books everywhere and customers wandering, searching - hoping for something to catch their eye - maybe a cover that works or a poster to promote a new release that’s interesting. If you’re a mediocre author with a big publisher, don’t expect your book to be the one facing outwards - so let’s hope your spine is fabulous.
Sometimes the shopper stops and picks up the book, checks the back and if she/he likes what they see, they buy it.
So far, so good…
Now, think of the twitter stream as a virtual bookstore with hundreds, sometimes thousands of tweets, depending on the number of followers you have, showing full book covers in the stream. Sometimes, an image catches one’s eye. Other times a phrase might do the trick. Or even an author’s name might grab attention and the person clicks on the tweet.
In most cases, the tweet will take them to either a blog page with more information about the author or even better still, it might take them to a buy button.
Now those of you who don’t believe that Twitter sells books, think again. No matter how many physical bookstores your work ends up in, you can have just as much exposure if you’re active on twitter.
This is how:
Personally, as Mimi Barbour, I have 18,000 twitter followers. And the Authors’ Billboard has 3,000. That means there is a potential for 21,000 people to see my promotional tweets that always have my covers. And many times with a teaser that not only highlights the cover but shows a tagline to draw one’s interest.
Now, we all know that every follower will not see this image, but… neither does every buyer see your book when they wander the bookstore isles, right?
Okay – so, every time I release a tweet, not only does it go to my own streams, I automatically get a minimum of 10 – 25 retweets for most of them because I belong to Roundteam along with quite a few of the ladies in our Authors Billboard group of 30. We set up our own hashtag #mgtab and whenever a tweet goes out using that hashtag, it gets automatically retweeted. So let’s say each tweet gets an average of 20 retweets and those people all have an average of 2,000 followers (and that’s lowballing it) we now have the reach of another 40,000 people potentially being able to see those images.
I also have other twitter followers that don’t belong to the group and they often retweet for me as I do for them. I mustn’t forget about Triberr. Every time I release a blog post, the title becomes a tweet and gets shared by many in the vast number of tribes I belong to. This tends to bring a lot of people to my blog and guess where my book covers are with buy buttons close by??
Also, I recently joined a Twitter group of about 25 people and in order to belong, you had to have a minimum of 10,000 followers. (Most have a whole lot more – one lady has 65,000 :-))) She’s my favorite LOL!! Every day, we post the links to two tweets on a special Facebook page where we all retweet each other’s tweets. So that makes…(pencil nib in mouth, lips turning black, gnawing – hummm let’s see now… spit out broken pencil and reach for smart phone calculator) I think it’s around, give or take, close to a minimum of - 500,000 chances of more eyeballs seeing my work.
To reiterate - we all know that the streams go by very quickly on twitter – especially those with more followers. But when you think of how many books are in a bookstore, think about the number of people who actually see every single book.
It isn’t possible, right?
So just because you get a traditional contract and your book appears in bookstores all over the country, there’s no guarantee that you might sell more than a few each day at each place – if you’re lucky. Then those beautiful books get pulled after a few months (maybe only weeks) to make room for the next bunch of product.
But guess what – you can send out the same tweets over and over for as long as you want and no one will put an end to that form of exposure. Week after week, month after month, year after year.
Just sayin…

If you follow me, I'll follow you back :-)

Chapter One excerpt — Love Christmas Collection — Do You Hear What I Hear by Patricia Rosemoor #mgtab

a Detective Shelley Caldwell “Hot Christmas” Novella

The song “Do You Hear What I Hear?” was written as a plea for peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis in the middle of the Cold War. Now Christmas is just around the corner, and Shelley and Jake are in a cold war of their own…

Chapter One

Four days before Christmas

Sleet hit Chicago like an icy whip early this afternoon, the Christmas gift that just kept giving. I love snowy Christmases, but getting pelted in the face with icy needles was sheer misery, reminding me of my current relationship with my live-in love, Jake DeAtley.
Putting him out of mind so that I could concentrate on the job, I carefully negotiated the ice-laden pavement and took a quick look at the Uniforms in charge of crowd control, the EMT guy at the body and the gathering spectator herd outside the yellow tape taking their damn selfies with the dead guy behind them.
“Nice one for the holidays.” Detective Mike Norelli shook his grizzled head. “Great last minute Christmas cards.” He glanced back at me. “C’mon, Caldwell, let’s get this over with. I actually got a hot date tonight.”
“Right,” I muttered, wondering what kind of a woman would go for the sarcastic cop. “I should rush to the scene and kill myself, too.”
Norelli snorted as he ducked under the Crime Scene tape. “That’s what you get for wearing killer boots.”
I wasn’t a fashionista like my twin sister Silke, but I had my moments. These knee length suede boots with high heels I’d seen in Westbrook’s windows had done me in. Or would do me in, I thought as I slid toward the dead man in the middle of the street. I regained control just in time to prevent myself from tripping over him.
“There’s the reason he’s dead,” Norelli groused, pointing to the tree on his other side. “Too into the Christmas spirit to get out of the way of traffic.”
“Nobody’s ever accused you of having too much spirit.”
But some kind of spirit was making my hackles rise. Sorrow…mourning…despair. A faint whisper in my mind froze me where I stood. This psychic thing had started between Silke and me when we were little kids and had grown into our being able to talk to each other without actually speaking. Now Jake and I could read each other’s minds, as well. Too bad I couldn’t change his when it came to Christmas. Whatever was going on here at the scene hit me in the gut. I took a good look through the gathered crowd but saw no one in tears or appearing distraught. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was on the edge, no matter how much I wanted to believe otherwise. I recognized woo-woo the instant it hit me.
“So did someone really run him down on purpose?” I asked the EMT, who was kneeling by the body.
“Don’t know for sure.” He got to his feet. He pointed to a small knot of teenagers behind him. “Those girls witnessed it. At least one of them picked up footage on her phone.”
“I’ll go talk to them,” Norelli grunted.
He left me staring down at the poor middle-aged dead guy spread out next to a gorgeous pine tree unlike any I’d ever seen before. There was something magical about it, because just looking at it warmed me inside. I steeled myself against showing any emotion, though, because there was nothing positive about his death. I didn’t want anyone to think I didn’t have the proper respect. Poor guy probably had been bringing the Christmas tree home for his wife and kids. Oh, Lord, I hoped I wasn’t the one who’d have to share the bad news with his family. Worst part of the job.
“The county medical examiner’s van is on his way to take him to the morgue,” the EMT told me. “Ah, crud, I forgot to call Streets and Sanitation to remove the tree.”
They would not only remove the beautiful Christmas tree, they would destroy it, run it through their grinder to make mulch. Something kept me from wanting that to happen, at least not while it was still alive. The van to take the body away was already pulling up to the crime scene.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “You take care of the victim. I’ll take care of the tree.”
And then I would have to deal with Jake when I brought it home.
“I thought we agreed on no Christmas tree,” Jake said the moment he laid eyes on it.
He wore nothing but an angry expression, the black diamond in his right ear and a towel low around his hips. I swallowed hard and tried not to admire what I couldn’t have. Not an early riser unless a little something erotic was involved—and there had been none of that in my reality since I’d insisted on decorating my half of the apartment for the holiday—he’d been dead asleep when I’d left for work that morning. Not literally dead, despite the vampire blood he’d inherited from his mother.
Sarge and Cadet were already circling the tree, no doubt wondering how long it would be before they could climb it.
“No!” I said a little too harshly. Sarge fell back on his haunches, his expression hurt and disbelieving, and scaredy cat Cadet ran behind the couch.
“I’m waiting for your supposed explanation.”
“I caught another woo-woo case. Really bad vibes.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “That’s your explanation for bringing home a Christmas tree against your sworn promise?”
“I’m telling you, there was something weird going on. I felt it right away.” Of course that’s not why I’d saved the tree from the chipper. “All right, then if you don’t believe me, don’t think of it as a Christmas tree. Think of it as a beautiful mountain pine that didn’t deserve to be destroyed while it was still alive. It’s just here temporarily to make the apartment smell nice.”
“Right. Justify it all, why don’t you?”
“I didn’t do this to hurt you, Jake. I won’t even decorate it. I promise.”
His dark gaze cut through the room, half of which was already decorated with boughs of holly and strings of lights and candles everywhere. I’d set out bowls of ornaments, most of which I’d bought one at a time, each with special meaning for me. Plus there were those from Silke’s and my childhood. “Santa” (Dad) had always brought a few for each of us along with our other presents.
“By the way,” Jake added, “that ‘not a Christmas tree’ is on my side of the room.”
The barren side.
Grunting, I tried lifting the tree to appease him, but I swore it had gotten heavier every time I moved it. Or maybe I just needed the meal I’d never gotten around to eating. “I suppose you wouldn’t consider helping me.”
In answer, he crossed his arms over his bared chest and raised one dark eyebrow.
My heart fluttering despite the tension between us, I did the best I could, dragging it, inching it along, finally leaning it against the wall next to the couch. At least I didn’t have to go down to the storage area and find the stand. I’d brought it up with the rest of my decorations, also with no help from Jake. How the heck was I supposed to lift such a heavy tree into the stand myself?
Jake and I stared at each other for a moment, and I swore I read regret in his expression before he turned away.
“I’ll be in the shower,” he growled as he made for the bathroom.
Normally, that would have included an invitation to join him.
What exactly did he regret? For disappointing me? Or because he couldn’t shake the memories of a horrific childhood when none of his Christmases had been anything to celebrate?
The mother who’d loved him as best she could had been pregnant with Jake when she’d been turned by a vampire against her will. Amazing that he’d turned out pretty normal other than having tremendous speed, strength and hearing. And an appetite for very rare, very bloody beef—couldn’t forget that one. From what he’d told me, he’d been as normal a kid as was possible, but his mother’s uncontrollable urge to feed on human blood came even before his needs at times. Definitely before Christmas. So after he’d spent holiday after holiday alone, no one to take him to Christmas services at midnight, no one to read him a Christmas story or to sing a Christmas carol with him, he’d given up celebrating, both religious and secular.
But now that we had found each other, had fallen in love, had bought a condo and moved in together, I’d convinced myself he would be open to something with such meaning for me. Until our Dad had died on the job, he’d made every Christmas special for Silke and me. I honored his memory every holiday. I’d told Jake that. I’d hoped that he would at least try to celebrate with me.
I’d been wrong.
And too stubborn to let it go.
So I’d come up with a compromise. “My half” of every room in our new condo would be decorated as I wanted. Same with “his half.” I’d thought that maybe, just maybe, he would loosen up a bit. Instead, while he’d agreed I could hang my lights and set out my candles and ornaments on my side, the biting part of the bargain was that there was to be no Christmas tree. I had reluctantly agreed.
Now this.
Saddened, I ran a hand along a branch of pine needles and it struck me again even harder.
I stood there for a moment staring at the branches, trying to discern exactly what was going on. The depth of feeling didn’t let up until I let go. And then I realized I hadn’t gotten the woo-woo from someone in the crowd earlier.

I’d gotten it from the tree itself.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor has had 98 novels with 8 publishers and more than 7 million books in print. All but two of her Patricia Rosemoor novels are romantic suspense or romantic thrillers. She also writes a less pulse-pounding combination of romance and suspense with a dash of humor with a partner as Lynn Patrick.
Patricia has won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and two Reviewers Choice and two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times BOOKreviews, and in her other life, she taught Popular Fiction and Suspense-Thriller Writing at Columbia College Chicago.

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Love, Christmas Box Collection

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Oct 2016

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Follow up – Realistic expectations for a content editor… #mgtab

As promised, I’m here to give you the final verdict in my content edit that I had done for my newest book. I finished the work earlier today and I’m still gritting my teeth.

Did you read my first post? If not, see the link above. Then you’ll know that this editor totally had me reeling from her caustic comments, her dissing of my characters and basically just not getting the whole context of my story.  

As I continued following her edits and reading her continuous sideline blurbs, it finally dawned on me that the poor girl had no idea where my characters were coming from and what they were all about, nor did she get the story.

You know those light-bulb moments one gets when stupidity is replaced with a tiny sprinkling of intelligence. It happened to me and I literally smacked my forehead in self-recrimination. How could I have been so remiss?

Because I had been so miffed about being rejected from the publisher I’d set my heart on, I’d turned for sympathy to another author I hold in high esteem. When she told me she’d been so happy with her content edit from this particular editor, I jumped on her suggestion that I write to this person and see if she would have time for my work.

Hint number one – if she was that great, how come she had an empty schedule and could take my work immediately.

Mistake number two – my friend is a very successful writer of Urban Fantasy which is a far cry from Romantic Suspense.

And the worst error of all – my colleague told me this editor was also a writer and I never took the time to see what she wrote and whether or not, I even liked her style or her voice.

Now that I’d finally surfaced from my self-pitying daze, I did the homework I should have done before hiring her. I would have saved myself this grief. I looked her up on Amazon and it turns out, she’s a YA author with a few books written and no sales to speak of.

By this time, my leg is sore from trying to kick my own ass. 

What was I thinking? Of course the poor girl didn’t appreciate my story. It’s so far from what she loves and writes that I’m surprised she accepted my work in the first place.

When I delved into the first few chapters of her work, I dozed off. By the time I’m at that point in my books, I’ve already killed someone off, had the two main characters meet and sparks ignite and if a conflict hadn’t already exploded, it wouldn’t be long.

So, what I’m trying to say here in my own Mimi way is this. I deserved to have this experience. I’d never have hired her if I’d have done my homework in the first place. I shared this with you because I hoped you’d learn from my mistakes.

In the end, all was not lost. She helped me see weak writing when she didn’t understand why I’d set things in motion the way I had. I fixed those spots, made them better… stronger. She pointed out places where she wanted more romance and I worked harder to develop those scenes. And, because she really labored over my book—I’m talking every line—I owe her a huge thank you for trying so very hard to do the best she could. 

In the end, she was the professional.

But… next time I won’t get caught with my pants down :-)


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Only $2.99


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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Romance Giveaway - Win up to 14 novels! #mgtab


   Count the Roses jackieweger.com Author: Jackie Weger Description: Betrayed and jilted, Jennifer Dewitt finds solace in a new job and new city. Men and marriage are not on her radar. Adrien Merrill's divorce leaves him bitter and jaded. In Cajun custom, pride rules. Yet Adrien aches for a woman to fill his days with laughter, his nights with passion, and his house with children. He sets his sights on Jennifer and runs right into stubborn, mouthy and independent. He soon discovers the line between pride and love is as whisper thin as a fine silk thread.
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·         Behind the Altar www.pczick.com Author: PC Zick Description: Leah Bryant’s life satisfies all her needs. Her engagement to Jacob Davis, minister of the Sunshine Church, gives her the security she requires after living on the streets during her teenage years. She runs a food kitchen out of the church for homeless vets who are living on the banks of Deer River. All is perfect until the day her future mother-in-law Geraldine tells her the church is shutting down the kitchen, and Dean”"Jacob’s brother”"rides his Harley into her heart. Leah’s world begins to crumble as she falls into Dean’s muscular and tattooed arms and discovers the passion she's never known.
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·         Million Dollar Question https://chicklitsisters.com/ Author: Ellie Campbell Description: What can rock your world faster than winning or losing a king’s ransom overnight? Just as a huge financial scandal throws New Yorker, Olivia Wheeler, from wealth and success to bankruptcy and shame, struggling impoverished single-mother Rosie Dixon wins an unexpected million pounds. Good luck? Bad luck? Who can tell? Both women have more in common than they realize. While Olivia struggles to survive her humiliations, fleeing broke and homeless to London, shy unassuming Rosie discovers sudden riches arrive with their own mega-load of problems. Can workaholic career-obsessed Olivia find a passion for something earthier and warmer than power and prestige? And can Rosie sift through envy and greed to discover true friends, true family and even true love? Two strangers who’ve never me ...
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·         Electing Love www.victoriapinder.com Author: Victoria Pinder Description: Gerard Collins is running in the election for Massachusetts U.S. Senator. He put his name on the ballot to help his FBI agent brother crack a crime family. But the masquerade gets more complicated when his Campaign Manager insists that he’s going to need a political wife. Movie star Nicole Burns aka Nicole Wyland makes millions staring in romantic comedies, yet she’s never been in love. She left Cape Cod to escape her family and sought to pretend to be anyone else other than Nicole Burns. She goes back home to figure out who she is. When Nicole goes home, she goes to see Gerard and apologize for her family’s past with him. She intends to be his neighbor, but sparks fly. She rediscovers joy in her life when she helps him with his campaign. So many things stand in the way of romance, ...
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·         I'm No Angel mimibarbour.com/index.html Author: Mimi Barbour Description: What’s a girl going to do when two months before the deal's deadline with her bossy Papá in Chile, Angelino Serrano faces an unforeseen earthquake, a sassy teenage runaway and a charge of theft? Top that with her meeting the most dangerous complication of all, a handsome Search & Rescue hero with cat-green eyes full of pure temptation and a tendency to screw up whenever he’s near her. After her rescuing him time and again, she’s ready for romance, only he’s skittish and proves to be her biggest challenge. Search & Rescue worker, Dr. Joe Davidson, has never had a victim save him before and the fact that this South American beauty comes through for him multiple times is a large burr in his backside. This Angel is no plaything like his other conquests but he’ll never be caught in the marr ...
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·         In The Blood Of The Greeks www.nextchapter.net Author: Mary D. Brooks Description: It's 1942 in German Occupied Greece during World War II, two women, one Greek, the other German must work together to help Jews escape. They have to put aside their mutual antipathy to accomplish their clandestine operation. They know that one wrong move will put an end to their lives. Fourteen year old Zoe Lambros' faith in God is shattered after her mother's death at the hands of the German Commander. She determines to defy the enemy in every way she can--including a festering urge to kill the German Commander's daughter, Eva Muller. Eva Muller has a tortured past, and a secret, if revealed, will lead to certain death at the hands of her father. Despite knowing the risk, Eva is working with the village priest to help the Jews escape. With her activities closely observed, Eva needs ...
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·         Slightly Stalky www.amyvansant.com Author: Amy Vansant Description: A New Adult/College/Adult Sexy Romantic Comedy! Emily never expected to find love in a dart bar, but the moment she spots tall, sexy Sebastian, she’s determined to catch his eye. Ex-girlfriends, perpetually shirtless rich boys, frantic best-friends and a mysterious orange handbag converge to stop her. No one said stalking was easy, but if romance was left to the boys, the human race would die out while they logged fantasy football points and punched each other in the balls. Everyone knows that. Emily’s not stalking Sebastian...she’s saving the world.
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·         On a Red Horse www.monicacorwin.com Author: Monica Corwin Description: Scarlet needs a new job, but Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn’t sound good on a resume. Three years ago she followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human lives. But the moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn’t be worth living. Lonely and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could endanger all the riders. Tyr, god of justice, hunts his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes the rest of eternity. Even though the Horsemen live on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is ...
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·         Maid for the Rock Star www.demelzacarlton.com Author: Demelza Carlton Description: A hot Aussie rock star looking for love. Why did he have to pick HER hotel? A maid at the exclusive Romance Island Resort, Audra knows how to handle rock stars, billionaires and celebrities. She keeps their secrets, cleans up their mess and makes sure their holiday is a memorable one. There's just one rule: no relationships with guests. And Audra never breaks the rules. Jay Felix is rock royalty and he knows it. When one of his bandmates threatens to break up the band, he goes into hiding at the Romance Island Resort. Looking for a distraction, he sets his sights on the unattainable Audra. But what's a rock star to do when the girl he wants is the one woman he can't have? Welcome to paradise, where the romance is as hot as the weather and the tides aren't all that's surging beneath ...
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·         The Lady of the Pier - The Ebb www.effrosyniwrites.com Author: Effrosyni Moschoudi Description: When Sofia falls in love, a mourning spirit begins to haunt her... CORFU, 1987 On a long holiday with her grandparents, Sofia Aspioti meets Danny Markson, a charming flirt who makes her laugh. Although she tries to keep him at arm's length, worried that village gossip will get back to her strict family, she falls desperately in love. That's when strange dreams about Brighton's West Pier and a woman dressed in black begin to haunt her. Who is this grieving woman? And how is her lament related to Sofia's feelings for Danny? BRIGHTON, 1937 Dreaming of wealth and happiness, Laura Mayfield arrives in Brighton to pursue a new life. She falls for Christian Searle, a happy-go-lucky stagehand at the West Pier theatre, but when she's offered a chance to perform there, her love for him is pu ...
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·         Moving to Love www.pjfiala.com Author: PJ Fiala Description: Formerly Titled: Dog Days of Summer Iraq veteran and motorcycle shop owner Jeremiah “Dog” Sheppard is looking forward to the annual Veterans Ride benefit for local vets, but this year he might be rewarded with more than the usual satisfaction of doing a good deed. When he asks the stunning single mother of one of his employees to help with the charity event, he finds himself facing a greater challenge than expected. Joci James is happy to use her graphic design and marketing savvy to help a good cause but charity might not be her only motivator. She cannot deny a mutual attraction but her bruised heart is closed for business, even to her son’s good-looking boss. Fortunately, the tenacious Jeremiah never gives up without a fight.
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·         SOMEONE TO LOVE www.patricewilton.com Author: Patrice Wilton Description: First came A HEAVENLY CHRISTMAS and now we have the riveting sequel, SOMEONE TO LOVE. This book is light on suspense and heavy on romance, and a perfect read anytime of the year! Allison Cornwall was forced to leave her hometown in Connecticut and live life on the run from an ex-boyfriend turned stalker. She changed her name and hunkered down in Heaven, PA. The small, idyllic town was a safe haven where no one could find her. And yet, after a year and a half of peace, he did. Police Chief Ian Brown is determined to keep crime out of Heaven. When Ally fears for her life, he's there to protect. Recently divorced, he's not looking for love, but this innocent young woman touches his heart. Can they put their pasts behind them and open themselves to the miracle of Christmas—learning once agai ...
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·         Blue Lady's SWEET DREAMS www.stephanytullis.com/blog Author: Stephany Tullis Description: When a small town well-respected political operative is forced by her disgruntled mother to move into the family home to care for her ill father, her dreams become nightmares and her nightmares reality. Harassed by her mother and overwhelmed by her father’s non-stop caretaker schedule, Angelica Mason’s daydreams become as unnerving as her bewitching nightmares. Does she imagine that her boss fires her? Did she quit her job and tell her boss to ‘stuff it’? Does the love of her life back-stab her? Does an enchanting Prince Charming appear on her doorstop with a pair of platinum-lined glass slippers; perfect size 8? Is she hallucinating that he rescues her? Or is the enchanter the hazel eyed FedEx man who demands her signature for a mysterious package? Just what can a ...
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·         Dancing by the Sea www.tracihall.com Author: Traci Description: In his wildest dreams Armand Vargas never imagines Zamira Caballero walking through the doors of his new dance studio. After a year of shared passion in Argentina, she’d chosen her ex-dancing partner instead of marriage and so Armand had returned broken-hearted to the states, leaving Zamira in the arms of another man.
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