Friday, April 19, 2019

Blog Tour & Review ~ One Night for Seduction - Wicked Dukes Club by Erica Ridley

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Meet the unforgettable men of London's most notorious tavern, The Wicked Duke. Seductively handsome, with charm and wit to spare, one night with these rakes and rogues will never be enough…


One Night for Seduction, the first standalone in the all-new historical and romantic The Wicked Dukes Club Series from New York Times bestselling author Erica Ridley is available now!

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When the Wicked Duke dares the Duke of Colehaven to find a suitor for an unmanageable ward, Cole immediately accepts. He's on a winning streak, and besides, how unmarriageable can a pretty young lady be? He appoints himself bodyguard and duenna, only to discover his own desires may be the greatest danger of all.

Supposed wallflower Diana Middleton lives a double life, bringing dishonest businessmen to justice. Shaking off a meddling duke should be child's play. Yet the more they lock horns, the more she wants to lock lips. Her scandalous secrets would derail his political career. But surely there’s no harm in one little seduction…

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Excerpt:

Movement caught the corner of the Duke of Colehaven’s eye and he turned to see a maid slip into the receiving salon. Possibly sent to offer him some sort of refreshment as he waited but, given how the mission was unfolding thus far, more likely the girl was simply going about her normal routine. Shaw would return at any moment to inform Cole his mistress had no wish to make his acquaintance.

He gave a subtle nod to acknowledge the maid’s presence and moved out of her way to sit upon the edge of a sofa.

The maid tilted her head as if considering him, but the brim of her mobcap flopped too low for Cole to discern the direction of her gaze. Of course a servant wouldn’t be so ill-trained as to stare rudely at her masters’ guests. Likely she was deciding between carrying on with her duties or returning later once the unexpected guest had gone.

“You’re one of Diana’s friends?” came the soft query.

Cole wasn’t certain what startled him more: confirmation that Diana Middleton did indeed have friends, or surprise that a maid would dare to address him directly.

Perhaps that was why his mouth answered automatically, “I’m here to see Miss Middleton, yes.”

Even that small evasion caused a ripple of discomfort beneath his skin. It was none of the maid’s business what the Duke of Colehaven was or was not up to, but Cole prided himself on being scrupulously honest in all his dealings, regardless of situation or class. Yet he could not bring himself to say No, I am not her friend aloud. Honesty was paramount, but so was honor, and he was not here to besmirch Miss Middleton’s.

“Is she expecting you?” the maid asked.

“She is not,” he replied tightly, and made a show of arranging his long limbs in the opposite direction as though he had become struck with sudden fascination at the wallpaper on the other side of the parlor.

There. That should put paid to further inquiries.

“Then why are you here?” the maid insisted. “Have you come to press a suit?”

Nothing like that,” Cole blurted out more forcefully than he intended. He gave up on the far wallpaper and turned to glare at the impertinent maid in the doorway.

She was no longer in the doorway. The maid now stood an arm’s width from the other side of the sofa. Her enormous mobcap still flopped too low for her eyes to be visible, but her slender fingers worried at each other against the starched panel of her apron.

The chit ought to be worried. If one of the Middletons caught her interrogating a guest… Or if the head housekeeper should spy her underling shirking her duty…

“Haven’t you anything to do?” Cole said at last. He was not rude by nature, but then again, he normally did not find himself in conversation with other peoples’ chambermaids. Reminding her of her duty was doing her a favor, he told himself. If she lost her post due to such antics, Cole would not be to blame.

“I have more to do than time to do it,” the maid said.

Cole did not doubt this. He gestured toward the opposite side of the parlor. “Don’t let me stop you from what you came to do.”

To his surprise, her lithe hands retrieved a small journal from the pocket of her apron, jotted a quick note with the nub of a pencil, and tucked both objects back inside as though they’d never existed.

“Where’s your chaperone?”

I don’t require a chaperone. It’s Miss Middleton who—” He broke off as a sudden thought occurred to him, unlikely as it might seem. “Are you the young lady’s chaperone? Have you come to assess my character?”

“Did you hope for a stolen moment alone with her?” the maid countered.

“Heaven forbid.” He could not repress a shiver of horror. “I would never be caught alone with a marriageable young lady.”

“You’ve no wish to marry?”

“None,” he replied firmly. And definitely no wish to be compromised against his will.

“Then what makes you think Miss Middleton has any intention to marry?”

“Of course she intends to marry,” Cole said in exasperation. “All proper young ladies hope to find a worthy husband and become an equally worthy wife. What else is she going to do?”

“Mathematics,” the maid replied without hesitation.

He blinked at this non sequitur. “What sort of woman prefers mathematics to marriage?”

“A wise one,” the maid snapped. She ripped off her mobcap and glared at him, revealing a beautiful pair of angry blue eyes. “I’d rather devote the rest of my life to applied sums and long division than spend a single second in the presence of yet another man who thinks he knows what a woman wants without bothering to perform the most perfunctory of information gathering interviews to determine—”

“Miss Middleton?” stammered from his mouth, but Cole need not await verbal confirmation to recognize the truth. “Why are you dressed like a maid?”

“Why are you alone with me in this parlor?” she countered, hands on her hips.

At this unfortunate moment, Cole noticed that when the “maid” entered the salon, she’d shut the door behind her. His stomach bottomed in abject fear. If she hadn’t known he was coming, why on earth was she wearing a disguise? Had she known he was coming?

“Please tell me this was not an elaborate trick to compromise me into marriage,” he managed, every muscle tensing in anticipation of the worst.

“No,” Miss Middleton said, blue eyes flashing, “it is leverage which I intend to use to force you to leave me alone.”

“You mean to extort a duke?” He paused as full realization set in. “Into not marrying you?”

“Is it working?” she demanded.

He rose to his feet with alacrity. “I harbor no wish to marry you. None. At all.”

“Splendid,” she said. “Now hear this. I don’t need you or any man. Understood? If you’ve any sense of self-preservation, you’ll find your way out of this town house before someone catches us alone together and both our lives are ruined.”

God help them both.

He dashed to the door and flung it open wide, to prove no nefarious seduction was underway in the guest parlor. But Miss Middleton was right. Lack of misdeed would not be enough. He needed to make haste before the distinct lack of chaperonage in the parlor forced them into an unwanted marriage.

Sensing any act of politeness would only serve to irritate her further, Cole tipped his hat as he swept past her. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Middleton. Have a lovely day.”

“I’m already delighted never to have to see you again,” she called after him, her plump lips pursed in victory.

He smiled to himself as he slipped on his gloves.

That was where the fiery Miss Middleton went wrong. They would definitely be seeing each other again. After all, he had a ten-year winning streak to protect.

And the Duke of Colehaven never backed down from a dare.




An absolutely wonderful read, you will definitely need a full pot of tea for this amazing new book by Erica Ridley! Truly magical characters filled with love and passion, I truly fell in love with Cole and Diana, they truly are the best match! Ridley is truly a masterful storyteller!

About Erica Ridley


Erica Ridley learned to read when she was three, which was about the same time she decided to be a writer when she grew up.

Now, Erica is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of historical romance novels.

The Dukes of War features roguish peers and dashing war heroes who return from battle only to be thrust into the splendor and madness of Regency England.

In Rogues to Riches, Cinderella stories aren’t just for princesses… Lovable rogues sweep strong-willed young ladies into whirlwind adventure.

The 12 Dukes of Christmas is a laugh-out-loud historical romance series of heartwarming Regency romps nestled in a picturesque snow-covered village.

When not reading or writing romances, Erica can be found riding camels in Africa, zip-lining through rainforests in Costa Rica, or getting hopelessly lost in the middle of Budapest.


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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Great Devil War Series by Kenneth B. Andersen


The
Devil's Apprentice
The
Great Devil War I
by
Kenneth B. Andersen
Genre:
YA Dark Fantasy

Multi-award
winning series, published in more than 10 countries, movie rights
optioned!


Welcome
to a world like no other!

Philip
is a good boy, a really good boy, who accidentally gets sent to Hell
to become the Devil’s heir. The Devil, Lucifer, is dying and
desperately in need of a successor, but there’s been a mistake and
Philip is the wrong boy.

Lucifer
has no other choice than to begin the difficult task of training
Philip in the ways of evil. Philip is terrible at being bad, but when
he falls in love with the she-devil Satina and experiences the
powerful forces of love and jealousy, the task becomes much
easier.

Philip
finds both friends and enemies in this odd, gloomy underworld—but
who can he trust, when he discovers an evil-minded plot against the
dark throne?


The
Great Devil War is a gripping and humorous tale about good and evil
seen from a different perspective, making the reader laugh and think.
It’s filled with biblical and historical characters and set in a
world beyond your wildest dreams. Or nightmares

__________________________________
Reminded
me of the Harry Potter series, as the plot is complex enough to
satisfy teenagers and adults (of all ages) … I found it highly
compelling and raced through it.” - LoveReading 

A
great adventure … The book is a page-turner.” ***** Rosie’s
Book Review

Like
no other Young Adult book I’ve read … It’s going to attract a
huge following.” – Mike Finn’s Fiction

Over
2000 worldwide 5 star reviews of the series!

If
you’re a Harry Potter or Percy Jackson fan, you don’t want to
miss the ride!







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The
Die of Death
The
Great Devil War II

Multi-award
winning series, published in 10 countries, movie rights
optioned!


Continuing
the dark and humorous adventure that begins with 
The
Devil's Apprentice

Philip's
adventures as the Devil's apprentice have changed him—in a good
way. Although he misses his friends in Hell, he has made new friends
in life. 

But
when the future of the underworld is threatened once again, Philip’s
help is needed. Death's Die has been stolen and immortality is
spreading across the globe. 

Philip
throws himself into the search—and discovers a horrible truth about
his own life along the way.

Buy
now and enter a world like no other!

The
Great Devil War is a gripping and humorous tale about good and evil
seen from a different perspective, making the reader laugh and think.
It’s filled with biblical and historical characters and set in a
world beyond your wildest dreams. Or nightmares

__________________________
Readers
on The Die of Death:

"Even
darker, scarier, and more amusing adventure for all ages … A wild
ride.” *****

Just
as good as the first book!” *****

EVEN
MORE MINDBLOWING!” *****

Over
2000 worldwide 5 star reviews of the series!

If
you’re a Harry Potter or Percy Jackson fan, you don’t want to
miss the ride!










The
Wrongful Death
The
Great Devil War III

Multi-award
winning series, published in 10 countries, movie rights
optioned!


Continuing
the dark adventure that begins with 
The
Devil's Apprentice
 and The
Die of Death
.

An
unfortunate chain of events makes Philip responsible for the untimely
death of the school bully Sam—the Devil’s original choice for an
heir. 

Philip
must return to Hell to find Sam and bring him back to life, so that
fate can be restored. But trouble is stirring in Lucifer’s kingdom
and not even Philip can imagine the strange and dark journey that
awaits him.

A
journey that will take him through ancient underworlds and all the
way to Paradise.

Buy
now and enter a world like no other!

The
Great Devil War is a gripping and humorous tale about good and evil
seen from a different perspective, making the reader laugh and think.
It’s filled with biblical and historical characters and set in a
world beyond your wildest dreams. Or nightmares

______________________
Readers
on 
The
Wrongful Death
:

One
of the things I really like about these books is that you never
really know where Kenneth will go with the story … Humorous and
clever at the same time.” *****

I
like how the world in the story keeps expanding. *****

I
love that this book has a trip to other underworlds. Very much worth
the read.” *****

Over
2000 worldwide 5 star reviews of the series!

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you’re a Harry Potter or Percy Jackson fan, you don’t want to
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I
was born in Denmark on a dark and stormy night in November 1976. I
began writing when I was a teenager. My first book was a really awful
horror novel titled Nidhug's Slaves. It didn't get published.
Luckily.


During
the next 7 years, I wrote nearly 20 novels--all of which were
rejected--while working as a school teacher. The rest of the time I
spent writing.

In
2000 I published my debut fantasy book, The Battle of Caïssa, and
that's when things really took off. Since then I've published more
than thirty-five books for children and young adults in genres
ranging from fantasy to horror and science fiction.

My
books have been translated into more than 15 languages and my series
about the superhero Antboy has been adapted for film, which is
available on Netflix. An animated tv series is currently in
development.

A
musical of The Devil's Apprentice opened in the fall 2018 and the
movie rights for the series have also been optioned.

I
live in Copenhagen with my wife, two boys, a dog named Milo and
spiders in the basement.












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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ No Angels for Christmas - The Mystery Angel Romance Series by Petie McCarty


No
Angels for Christmas
The
Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2
by
Petie McCarty


Genre:
Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense 

No
Angels for Christmas. . . a cozy romantic mystery with suspense from
The Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book
waiting for you to figure out the angel’s identity . . .


Child
psychologist Rachel Kelly isn't quite sure how to handle the
situation with her newest client—a six-year-old boy who says he can
talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her
hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take
a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party
and takes her young clients hostage.

Police negotiator, Lt.
Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly
balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts,
Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make—stand back and
wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her
himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for
rescue.

Unless Rachel's little angel-spying client is telling
the truth…








No
Cowboys No Angels
The
Mystery Angel Romances Book 1

Kellen
Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm
in West Virginia and one guardian angel!


Since
Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside,
she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke
Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's
secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a
town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and
Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than
once.

Unfortunately,
Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a
clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and
she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope
of staying alive.

Unless
her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . .










Petie
spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The
Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She
eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her
stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels
to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her
cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery
Angel Romances.


Petie
shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.







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Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Soul Remains by Sam Hooker


Fantasy (Humorous)
Date Published: 23 April 2019
Publisher: Black Spot Books

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It’s Dark in the Old Country.

Where do goblins come from? Why do they only turn up in the Old Country, and why do they like swearing so much? In the second book of Terribly Serious Darkness, Sloot Peril—a “hero” who’s staunchly averse to heroics—goes searching for answers. Much to his chagrin, he finds them.

Everything changed after the Fall of Salzstadt, but try telling that to the people of the city, whose capacity for denial is unmatched. They have yet to acknowledge that Vlad the Invader cut a bloody swath through their city, that the dead are walking the streets, or that the Domnitor—long may he reign—has fled to wherever despots go on very long vacations while goblin infestations take care of themselves.

The worst of villains holds all of the power, unspeakable dark forces are on the rise, and everyone wants to kidnap the Domnitor—long may he reign—for their own nefarious ends. If all of that weren’t bad enough, Sloot’s got the fate of his own soul to worry about.

Can his girlfriend help him save the Old Country from annihilation? Is Myrtle really his girlfriend? If all goes well for Sloot—which it never does—he might just sort it all out before the Dark swallows them all up.

The Puppy


Sloot found Willie’s head lurking in the formal dining room. The rest of him was there as well, but the distinction was noteworthy.

“Oh, hi Sloot.” Willie’s head rested on a silver platter. There was probably a metaphor there, or at least a pun.

“M-m’lord?”

“Yes?”

“You seem to be a bit …”

“Debonaire? More than a bit, I imagine. I got good marks in that at school, you know.”

“I’m sure,” said Sloot, “but I was going to remark upon your, er, decorum.”

“My what?”

“Your ... decentralization.”

“I can make up words too, Sloot.”

“I beg your pardon, m’lord, but ... well, your head’s off.”

“You noticed that too, did you? Horribly inconvenient. I’ve tried telling my body to get with the program, but it doesn’t seem to want to have anything to do with me.”

“I see.”

“I just wish I knew what it was doing over there. What I was doing over there.”

Willie’s body would have been entirely unrecognizable if it hadn’t been alone in the room with his head. It was wearing a tattered shroud in lieu of anything remotely fashionable, and if it was striking any pose that might have been intentional, it must have been called something like the Certain Violent Intent, or the Your Grave Needs A Good Spitting Upon.

“I’m not going to hurt us, am I?” Willie sounded truly worried for the first time since he’d realized he couldn’t smell his perfume collection anymore, or find it.

“You’ve removed your own head,” said Sloot. “I’d imagine that if you were going to do worse than that, you’d’ve done so already.”

“That sounds reasonable. All the same, what am I doing over there?”

“If I had to guess,” said Sloot, who abhorred guessing for the implied risk involved, “I’d say you’re working some sort of black magic.”

“Hmmm,” said Willie, in an approximation of thoughtfulness. “That would explain the tortured moaning that’s coming from that melting wall over there.”

Sloot tittered nervously and nodded. “Wouldn’t it just?”

They watched for a while as Willie’s body committed whatever atrocities it was up to. Sloot, at least, was racking his brain for a way to stop it, but coming up empty. He didn’t realize how badly the attempt was going until he found himself glancing over to Willie, in case he’d perhaps thought of something.

 “Do you think you might go sit in the circle for a bit, m’lord?”

“Probably a good idea, but all of my sitting bits are otherwise engaged at the moment.”

“Ah.”

“It’s a strange sort of dance, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think it’s dancing, m’lord.” If he were being completely honest, Sloot was no authority on the matter, having never danced a step in his life. That was just the sort of thing that led to wearing tight pants, and poor circulation would kill you. Hardly a factor now, but if that was dancing, he wanted no part of it.

“Looks like necromancy,” said Nicoleta.

“When did you get here?”

“I never left,” Nicoleta snapped. “While you were out gallivanting across the Narrative, Mr. Peril, I was here trying to help Willie! Never mind that I didn’t succeed. Anyway, the best I can tell is that his body’s up to some sort of death magic. Necromancy.”

“I’d prefer if that were dancing,” said Sloot, feeling more than a bit abashed. His divided loyalties meant he was attending to each of them poorly, and he hated doing a bad job.

“Necromancers go in for that sort of stuff,” said Nicoleta, pointing at Willie’s body with disdain. “Big gestures, hands clawing at the heavens. Show-offs, the lot of them. I’m sure he’d rather be on a cliff overlooking the sea during a thunderstorm.”

“I find it hard to believe that Willie’s body is a necromancer when his head’s not looking.”

“Of all the things that have happened since you died, that’s where your suspension of disbelief hits a wall?”

She had him there.

“You’re a wizard,” said Willie, “go over there and tell him—me—to stop doing that. If I come over here and put my head back on, we can try some of that ‘forgive and forget’ business that I’m told poors are fond of.”

“I am a wizard,” said Nicoleta, with a note of praise to Willie for having noticed. “But my spells still aren’t working. Besides, it looks like all of your talking and reasoning bits are on your platter. If you can’t get your body on board, I’ve got nothing.”

“Never fear!” shouted a voice from behind Sloot, close enough that a whisper would have gotten the job done. “Reason and logic shall prevail!”

Sloot yelped and wheeled on Arthur with a haunted look.

“Was that entirely necessary?” Sloot’s voice had gone shrill and warbling in alarm.

“Oh, good,” groaned Nicoleta. “Arthur’s here.”

“Oh, good,” beamed Willie, “Arthur’s here!”

“As always, there’s a logical explanation for what’s going on here. There’s no need to go ascribing everything that happens to magic, no matter how strange it may seem.”

“It’s summoning something,” said Nicoleta. “That was clearly the ‘come hither’ gesture it just did with Willie’s left hand.”

“It didn’t look very welcoming to me,” said Willie’s head.

“That’s because you’re not an unnameable terror from the void beyond the stars. Or an imp. But you use the right hand for them.”

“Why is he summoning an unnameable terror from the void beyond the stars?” asked Sloot, throwing in some nervous fidgeting in case his voice didn’t adequately convey his terror.

“Ahem,” said Willie.

“Sorry, m’lord. Why is m’lord’s body summoning an unnameable terror from the void beyond the stars?”

“Clearly, we’re all suffering from Chestinger’s Communal Hallucination,” said Arthur. “What sorts of mushrooms have we all been eating?”

“No kinds,” said Nicoleta. “We’re dead.”

“Well, you can only catch communal hallucinations from eating the wrong sorts of mushrooms, so we must have done.”

“Or it’s not a hallucination.”

“There’s no time for you to question my expertise!”

“We really need to stop this before Willie fin—er, m’lord’s body finishes summoning whatever it’s … summoning.”

When surrounded by the trappings of incalculable evil—such as writhing masses of shadow tentacles wriggling across the floors of one’s home—it’s often difficult to decide how one should feel when said incalculable evil starts to leave. If decided in a committee, there would undoubtedly be a split between the optimistic “hooray and good riddance to it” types, and the “but where is it going now” types who consider themselves pragmatists, not pessimists. A true pessimist wouldn’t turn up for a committee meeting, because what’s the point?

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Sloot, who’d never been accused of optimism in his life.

“Don’t relax just yet,” said Nicoleta, taking a far more Sloot-typical position. “I’m not sure what the disembodied—wait, no, headless body of Willie—could want with writhing tentacles of dark energy. But whatever it is, it can’t be good.”

“Good,” said Arthur with a derisive snort. “No such thing! Evil either. If you’d done your reading, you’d know that Professor Calbage of Wilcestermount-Upon-Shatserbury-Adjacent-The-Sea has a seventeen-point treatise that firmly eschews the notion—”

“I’ve been to Wilcestermount-Upon-Shatserbury-Adjacent-The-Sea,” said Willie’s head. “But don’t tell anybody. I had a phase in my twenties, experimented with community theatre.”

“Er…” Sloot pointed to the melting wall behind Willie’s body, which had nearly melted entirely. All of the tentacles of evil—or whatever analog Professor Calbage’s treatise would acknowledge—were slithering off into the darkness beyond it. A pair of glowing eyes fumed within the darkness.

“Eyes that glow in the dark don’t growl, do they?” Sloot had surmised, accurately, that there was more to whatever lurked beyond the melting wall. Probably teeth. And if Willie could be decapitated, then perhaps teeth from within melting walls could threaten a ghost.

As the last of the tentacles slithered into the blackness beyond the wall, Sloot considered running away. He dismissed the thought without much ado, on account of the way his luck tended to go. There hadn’t been a coin minted that, when tossed, would fall the way Sloot called it. He’d be better off wagering on standing there and being devoured by whatever malevolence was assembling itself in the shadows. It seemed like a sure bet, but Sloot had a way of bucking the odds.

Perhaps it helped. Perhaps not. What emerged from the black maw in the wall was no ferocious beast.

“It’s a puppy,” said Nicoleta, her voice tinged with appropriate confusion and disbelief.

“Well, that makes perfect sense,” said Arthur.

“It does?” asked Sloot.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand,” Arthur retorted, his nose turning upward severely enough that he’d have drowned, had it been raining. “Communal hallucinations often cloud the minds of those experiencing them. You don’t even remember eating the mushrooms.”

Willie’s body made its way over to the dining table. He didn’t so much set his head back atop his shoulders as reabsorb it and waver for a moment.

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Willie. He patted down the front of himself, most likely assuring that he was dressed appropriately for the occasion, but he also could have been looking for his keys, which he did not have. The trousers of his tuxedo were far too tight to have accommodated them.

“Er,” began Sloot, as was his fashion, “do you know anything about the puppy, m’lord?”

“Oh, I nearly forgot! Where is my head these days?” He looked around at all of them with a gleeful sneer of self-amusement. “Well, no, actually. Didn’t one of you get him for me? Is it my birthday?”

“Hard to say,” said Nicoleta. “But ... weren’t you paying attention?”

“I have people for that. Sloot! Pay the woman.”

“Your body just summoned the puppy. All of the tentacles? The melting wall? Surely, you must remember some of it.”


“I’m pretty sure I’m the boss,” said Willie from beneath smarmy eyebrows, “let’s leave the ‘musts’ to me, shall we?”


About the Author




Sam Hooker writes darkly humorous fantasy. He is an entirely serious person, regardless of what you may have heard. Originally from Texas, he now resides in southern California with his wife, son, and dog.




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3 signed copies of Peril in the Old Country, the first book in the series. 



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Book Blitz ~ Baseball & Broadway - The Silverwood Bulldog Series by C.L. King & Katrina Marie


Baseball & Broadway
C.L. King & Katrina Marie
Publication date: October 22nd 2018
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Romance, Sports
A broken heart is never an easy one to mend.
Alice spent years forming a new identity while chasing her dreams. A fresh start was just what she needed. When she scores the leading role in a Broadway hit, a new world of possibilities opens up, including singing the National Anthem at the very game her ex was playing.
The biggest mistake of Easton’s life was ending things with Alice before they left for college. No woman has gotten close to him since. Instead, his primary focus is on his baseball career. While warming up before a game, a voice comes over the speakers as the Anthem is sung. A voice that causes something deep to stir inside of him.
Is it possible to rekindle a romance after so much damage was done? This game is bigger than any Easton has ever played. Two hearts are on the line. Either he’ll strike out or slide into home for the win. There’s only one way to find out.
EXCERPT:
I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the evening before I depart for college. There’s a twinge of bittersweetness coating the air surrounding our table. It’s the last time I’ll see my high-school sweetheart, Easton, until Thanksgiving break. The last time he’ll hold my hand in his, the way he’s doing it now, for a long while.
I’m not sure how well our long distance relationship will work, but we’ll do what we have to. We’ve been together for so many years, I don’t know what we would do if we weren’t one unit.
We’re at our favorite Italian restaurant, Ramona’s. The flickering candles on the table, our water in wine glasses giving us a look of sophistication, and the Dean Martin crooning from the speakers, keeps our last outing romantic. It’s exactly like I pictured it, down to a T.
It’s crowded in here, which is expected for a Friday night. I don’t hear the other patrons, though. My entire focus is on Easton, as I try to cement his looks in my mind to last me for a while. I’m going to miss his bright green eyes laughing at me when I do something ridiculous. The way his lips pull up into a smirk when I bust out in song and dance regardless of where we are. I won’t be able to cheer for him from the stands as he rounds third base and heads for home.
Just like that, my mood starts to dim. I try to keep my smile firmly in place, but I’m beginning to think I should have chosen a performing arts school closer to him. Even if they are subpar to the elite school I spent my whole life hoping to get into, and actually got the acceptance letter to attend a few months ago.
Easton brushes his fingertips across my palm, bringing me back to the present. He always seems to know when I start to get sad, it’s comforting. I know that I shouldn’t dwell on the future. Everything will work itself out. I glance down at our hands, feeling the butterflies come to life, as they always do. That’s how I know we’ll be okay. Even after the years we’ve been together he still manages to give me warm fuzzies. I always feel that new relationship giddiness.
When I glance up at him, he’s smiling, but it feels forced. His lips aren’t quite as upturned as they usually would be. My stomach fills with dread. Whatever he’s about to tell me isn’t good, and I’m pretty sure this boy I’ve loved for most of my teen years is about to break my heart. I just hope I’m strong enough to pick up the pieces afterward.



Author Bio:
Katrina Marie lives in the Dallas area with her husband, two children, and fur baby. She is a lover of all things geeky and Gryffindor for life. Welcome to Your Life is her debut novel and she hopes you enjoy reading it as much as she enjoyed writing it.
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When CL King isn't hard at work writing you can usually catch her reading, baking cookies, dancing to music, or just simply being crazy. She has a huge passion for baseball and the theatre. But her true nerd side comes out when she is doing math for fun. She has an old soul which is evident with her love of the 70s show Emergency. If you want to get on her good side bring her an Ocean Water from Sonic. Even though she tries to focus on one project at a time she always seems to be working on multiple projects at once, it's a good thing that she is highly organized. Just don't take her to a bookstore, you do that and you are likely able to spend hours browsing.

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Book Blitz ~ Beautiful Nightmare by L. C. Son


Beautiful Nightmare
L.C. Son
(Beautiful Nightmare, #1)
Publication date: February 14th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Damina Nicaud, a beautiful, successful art buyer in Washington, D.C., has been plagued by hauntingly romantic dreams of a mystery man every night. While she knows she shouldn’t consider her dreams to be anything more than anxiety brought on by her upcoming nuptials, she can’t help but be lured into its entreat. Unbeknownst to her, the dreamscape that plagues her mind will be all that carries her through eventual heartbreak and learning the truth of her orphaned lineage. She is more than human.
Escaping to New Orleans on the heels of her broken heart, she begins to unravel the mystery of her life while discovering a love powerful enough to unleash an ancient power residing within herself. Weaving through a world of artistic passion, vampires, wolves, and the supernatural, Damina Nicaud begins to take hold of her Beautiful Nightmare.
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EXCERPT:
This is our spot. The place where he comes to see me. I know he can see me because the moonlit sky illuminates the area where I stand like a spotlight. But under the golden oak is shadow cast. I can only see his silhouette.
I’ve never seen his full face. Just his eyes. The look in his crystalline green eyes paralyzes me with awe, fear, endearment, and safety.
He stays in the shadows, waiting for me to come closer. But I cannot. There are stirring shadows all around us. He is unmoved. I am afraid.
My fear keeps me from going closer and running into his embrace. I know that he will wrap me in his arms, and I will be safe. But I stand still. Frozen.
“A well-written paranormal romance, Beautiful Nightmare seamlessly blends the real with the fantastic. The novel delivers with a creative story and the element of fantastic that’s simply put, quite fantastic. Son uses location and setting effectively to convey emotion and atmosphere; her dream sequences are eloquent with a poetic flair, and there’s a careful reverence in the words she’s chosen, elevating the novel over other works in the genre.” Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★
“Filled with twist and turns, and an ending that makes me desperate for the next book, this book is definitely 1-click material. The characters, their connection, their journeys, and developments were well crafted and superbly detailed. Enjoy getting lost in this fabulous paranormal fantasy romance.” Bex ‘n’ Books, ★★★★


Author Bio:
Wife of one. Mom of three plus a Beagle.
Well, at least that's how I'm described in the confines of my everyday life.
Writing has always been second nature to me. I spent my childhood creating short stories and my collegiate years writing for the campus paper (Go TERPS!) Jump twenty years to the present--I'm still writing. At my day job I spend most of my time writing capability briefs, white papers, proposals--you name it.
Then one day it hit me! It was time to access my own creative power and bring to life the characters I've created in my mind.
In addition to enjoying life with my amazing family, I can usually be found with my head in a book, binging my favorite shows, and watching movies with jaw-dropping scores! (I love all things Danny Elfman!)
I hope you enjoy my first book, Beautiful Nightmare. It has everything you'd look to find in a paranormal romance-urban fantasy-new age novel. Vampires. Wolves. Love. And so much more!

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