Friday, September 15, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from AMIDST STRAWBERRY FIELDS by Nemma Wollenfang #Romance


Today's excerpt is from Strawberry Fields by Nemma Wollenfang, part of the Love Under the Harvest Moon anthology.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!

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         The sleek Ferrari convertible pulled into the parking lot in a streak of glistening red. Roof down, engine purring. Driver and passengers were perfect matches for such a sublime vehicle: all with stylish sunglasses and windblown hair. Those boys rocked the red and black school blazer.
“I envy you, Beth. I really do.” Kate sighed as they watched. “Seeing that lot, shirtless, harvesting the fields for you all day, phew.” She fanned herself. “You’re spoilt rotten, girl.”
“They don’t do it for me,” Beth objected. “They just like to help the community.”
Kate released a very unladylike snort. “P-lease. Dane does it for you, at the very least.”
Ignoring her, Beth watched as the car slotted into a space, stirring up a flutter of leaves.
First day back to school and already they were falling. The ground was decorated with a patchwork of red, bronze, yellow and gold. Autumn had set in, well and truly.
Which meant only one thing here in their small town – the final harvest was due in.
Usually the football team did it for her farm. And this year was no different. The team of harvesters were due to start this week, once the games were done (they never made it to the finals). And most often they went shirtless. Hence Kate’s pre-emptive drooling.
“They haven’t got their shirts off yet, Kate. So lift your jaw off the floor,” Beth muttered as the boys disembarked – hoping to avoid any more quips. As much as she cared for her friend, more often than not she could wither up from embarrassment around her.
The boys jogged past, with smiles and hands raised in greeting. Only the driver hung back to lock-up. Beth knew the instant he spotted her. A movie-star grin spread over his face, highlighting his dimples as he hefted his bag over one broad shoulder and headed their way.
“I’ll leave you and lover-boy alone,” Kate cooed, before slinking away.
Beth tried to quell the blazing of her cheeks.
Dane Spencer III. With brilliant blue eyes, curling blond hair and prince-charming good looks. He was the epitome of boyfriends, the kind all others should be modelled on. At least, according to Kate.  And to top it all he had the sweetest nature. Despite being built like a bear, he was much closer to the teddy end of the spectrum than the grizzly.
“There’s my girl,” he whooped when he was close enough, and dropping his bag he swooped Beth up into a rib-crushing hug, spinning her around until she burst out laughing.
“Someone’s in a good mood today,” she said, a little breathless as he set her down.
“I got a good feeling about this year!”
That was the thing with Dane, he was a perpetual source of cheer. That’s why he was so easy to get along with. For a long time he’d teetered on the edge of being a sort-of boyfriend. Since childhood they’d been close and eventually people had just assumed. And after a time, well, they’d just fallen into the mold. At seventeen now they’d been ‘dating’ for three years.
Last month they’d been named ‘couple most likely to succeed’.
Kate translated that to: couple most likely to get hitched straight out of high school and pop out two-point-five kids while said husband struggled with the nine-till-five and the little wifey learned to bake. Beth had baulked at that idea, more than Kate had expected her to. She didn’t want to get tied down. She had plans for her future. Big, non-housewife related plans.
Economics and Management.
“Looking good,” Dane said, interrupting her reverie.
He was eyeing her head to toe, from her lightly curled honey-gold hair, half-held back by a burgundy ribbon, to her tight white shirt, red-black blazer, mid-thigh skirt and soft suede boots. Minimal jewelry. First-day-back outfits were essential amongst their crowd, and even if they could only work with the uniforms they had, they could work with them well.
“Thank you. You too.”

Her answer came too slow; he could tell her mind was elsewhere, she could see it in his eyes. Don’t ask what I’m thinking, don’t ask what I’m thinking… She hated to lie to him.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing contracts Gail Ward Olmstead and SECOND GUESSING #Romance

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we've contracted a new author, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new contemporary romance novel, SECOND GUESSING, by Gail Ward Olmstead. The novel is slated for release in February 2018.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly. If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of SECOND GUESSING, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Cover Reveal: It's Complicated by Joyce Holmes #Romance


It's Complicated 
Contemporary Romance
by Joyce M. Holmes
Release date: December 4, 2017

He wants a real relationship, she's afraid to love. It’s complicated, but is it impossible?

She’s a children’s counselor devoted to helping others; he’s a stubborn client reluctant to accept her assistance. He wants a warm and loving relationship; she prefers to keep things physical. Professional boundaries dictate neither of them can have what they want.

Having grown up with no one but herself to count on, Maggie Lapage carefully guards her feelings. Professionally, she goes above and beyond to give others the support she wishes she'd had as a child. When she develops a forbidden attraction to a client’s father, she does what she thinks is necessary, to save his family, and to protect her own heart.

Tom O’Shay finds his life caught in a nightmare when he risks losing custody of his daughter. It goes against his character to seek help, but he doesn’t have a choice. That doesn’t mean he has to like it. Everything changes when he falls hard for his daughter’s counselor, and he suddenly has two fights on his hands. One for his daughter, and another for the woman he loves.

It’s complicated, but is it impossible?


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Friday, September 8, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from CAUGHT BETWEEN WORLDS #Paranoromal #Ghosts


Today's excerpt is from Caught Between Worlds by G.P. Gadbois.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!

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Gabrielle struggled to open her lids, a sign it wasn’t time to get up but the creaking annoyed her. A bright yellow wall? Aw, I’m at Carla’s Bed and Breakfast. Who dared wake me?
Gabrielle turned. Suzanne lay beside her. In front of the window, the rocking chair moved back and forth. She shut her eyes and counted to ten. Opened one eye, and closed it. Hallucinations! First the camera, then the mirror, now a rocking chair. What is going on? This is not normal. Think! She took another look. Can’t be an earthquake, the bed would be vibrating too. The house is haunted? It is cold in here. Every hair on her arms stood at attention. She pulled the blankets over her head.
Suzanne needs to see this. She touched her friend’s arm and whispered. “Suzanne?”
Grumpy as a bear, Suzanne growled. “What?”
“Don’t make any sudden moves. I want you to look at the rocking chair in front of the window, and tell me what you see.”
“Huh?”
“Look at the rocking chair.”
“Whoopee, it’s rocking. You woke me for this? Stop fooling around and go back to bed.”
“Jeez, fine, go back to sleep. See if I care if we’re slaughtered. You’ll be first – you’re closest.” Gabrielle hid under the covers for safety and warmth. What do I do now? God, please make this quick and painless – I hate pain. Make sure you tell Mom & Dad I love them, and you mind as well notify my brother too.
“Hey, chicken you can come out. It’s stopped now.”
Gabrielle peeked – all still.
“I figured the floor is probably uneven. At my grandmother’s place, when a heavy vehicle drives by, the house shakes; it’s not unusual.”
“Huh! As usual you come up with a sensible answer.”
Suzanne faced her, frowning. “What did you think?”
She’s going to have a field day with this. “The house is haunted, or I’m going nuts,” Gabrielle whimpered.
“I’ve suspected you were nuts for years” She sat up. “We might as well get up. Let’s go see if Wendy and Jules are up.”
Suzanne knocked on their friends’ door, turned the knob and walked in without waiting for an invitation.
Gabrielle followed. “Good morning ladies. Did you sleep well?”
“Gabby?” Wendy glanced at her watch and moved it to her ear. “Not long enough. We watched a scary movie; a real gory one. You know the type—frightens you so much you’re afraid to close your eyes.”
“Well, I slept like a baby. Push over.” Gabrielle joined the girls on the bed.
Wendy moved. “Gabby, we want to hear about that ‘heated conversation’ you had with Rick. Did it have anything to do with sex?”
“Sex? Not at all. No! Does everybody know about this?”
“It’s a hot topic.” Julie sat up. “So what happened?”
Gabrielle repeated the story.
“That’s it?” Julie’s tone suggested disappointment. “You know you could’ve had some wine when Jack offered.”
“I know, I didn’t really care anyway, and I didn’t want to cause a feud.”
“Yeah, but it might have help you relax. You should have seen the look on your face when he pulled you to the love seat. It was priceless.” Julie wiggled on the bed, making the girls bounce.
Wendy wrapped an arm around Gabrielle. “So if the opportunity arises will you enjoy more than just the scenery?”

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Guest Post: I Need a Hero! by Deborah Garland #WritersLife

I Need a Hero!

By Deborah Garland

Women romance authors must tackle the daunting task of writing from the hero’s point of view (POV)…usually.  It’s daunting because we want to make our heroes do and say all the things we (as women) want them to, but there has to be a modicum of reality. Heroes come in all shapes and sizes and bring to the story an emotional backstory that has shaped him.

Okay…shapes and sizes are fairly consistent. They are all tall and beautiful…usually. At a group pitch, another writer in my chapter meeting described her hero as having one eye and a limp. I expected the editor to cringe. No! She threw her head back and said, “I love damaged heroes.” I’d read that in her bio. I just didn’t think she meant literally.

While most heroes are swoon-worthy on the outside, it’s the inside that writers get to play with. Some heroes are alpha, very strong, controlling, bossy and dominant. Some are the nice-guys, meant to be the antithesis of a jerk the heroine has either ran away from or is being persued by. And it seems like they are all ready to slip into the friend-zone until the heroine realizes ‘love was here all along’.

Through dialogue, we as authors get to ‘show’ readers what the heroes are thinking. Usually. But in some cases, all the reader gets is the heroine’s side of the story. In Fifty Shades of Gray, the story is told completely from the POV of Anastasia. The reader only knows Christian through her eyes and thoughts. The same goes for Twilight. Everything readers know and love (if that was the case) about Edward Cullen was all through Bella. And when she had a chance to slip into another POV in Breaking Dawn, it was through Jacob. Yet, both Christian Gray and Edward Cullen were very compelling characters. Wouldn’t it have been amazing to know exactly what was going on inside their heads at times, though?

Most romance novels today offer what is called the ‘dual-POV’. Getting back to the opening sentence… because a hero’s thoughts and feelings, not just their words are so present in romance novels, it’s important to get these things right. Or in some cases, their story straight. You can’t have your hero say one thing and think something completely different (unless he is trying to be duplicitous- and if that’s the case, the author needs to make that clear). Otherwise the reader ends up being confused.

As a new author finding my own voice and style, I rely heavily on feedback from both other authors and beta readers. For my first novel (Must Love Fashion, released August 7th), I’d sent what I thought was the final draft to a critique partner. Among her many comments was that I had made her pretty much hate the hero. Yikes! I’d failed to show the reader what was going on inside his head. I knew… I just didn’t tell anyone. The first commandment of show don’t’ tell, always creeps into my head when writing. But that shouldn’t be taken as gospel. You can’t “show” introspection. Trust me I tried.

When the second Darling Cove book, Must Have Faith was sent for a critique, I kept getting, “What’s he thinking right now?” Again, I was holding back. There are only so many external actions that can show emotion. So in revising Must Have Faith, I let loose. The hero, definitely alpha was wounded years ago by the heroine. He wants her back, but is cautious. And in a pivotal scene where she must confess something terrible to him, I had to get inside his head and get tangled up in what must have been a firestorm of thoughts. And then I just started spitting them out on the page.

What I’d also learned is that an easy way to distinguish the ‘voice’ of your hero from your heroine is that most men think in short bursts. They talk that way too. Men don’t think…they act. They talk, they move, they stomp and they curse inwardly…a lot. Just read a romance novel 😊

But romances by design are meant to be a little illusory and appeal to hidden fantasies. And it’s great that the genre is do diverse that there are all kinds of heroes…bad-asses, bodyguards, bodice-rippers, boy-next-door, boy-with-toys…okay you get the idea.

Now go fall in love with a hero!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Deborah Garland is a former computer and sports journalist, turned romance and women’s fiction author. She likes to write about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. Her heroines are strong, and the heroes fall hard for them. She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and when she’s not writing, she’s either in the gym, or reading, cuddled up with their two pugs, Zoe and Harley.
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Monday, September 4, 2017

New Release: BRAVING THE ELEMENTS a #Fantasy #Anthology from @RoanePublishing $50 Amazon GC #Giveaway


HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
BRAVING THE ELEMENTS!



Braving the Elements
A Fantasy Anthology
By Various Authors
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: September 8, 2017

Claire Davon – The Dragon, the Witch, and the Swordswoman
Michael Siciliano - Forging Mettle
Kelly Said - The Myth of Mount Agony
Terri Rochenski - Mist Weaver
Rebecca Hart - Alice and the Egg


The Dragon, The Witch, and the Swordswoman
By Claire Davon
As the person responsible for calling the bronze dragon that destroyed her village, Losha is tasked with killing it. Failure to do so means she will be outcast from everything she has ever known. Yet one she is on the road, two local women in tow, she finds that she is strangely reluctant to harm the beast that lurks in her mind.
After an encounter with an oddly familiar old woman and a knight in a small hamlet Losha is more confused than ever. On one hand, failure to slay the dragon means she cannot return to the promise of marriage from a local boy yet the more she learns about the dragon the less she wants to harm it.  It, like the bronze sword that is her only defense, speaks to her in a way nothing else has.
The stage is set for a final showdown between knight and beast when the knight’s true quest is revealed and Losha must choose between all she has ever known, or the companionship of an old woman…and a dragon.
Forging Mettle
By Michael Siciliano
Xander, a teenaged street thief in the grimy slums of Low Town, discovers he has an innate magical talent on the same night his father is killed. Intent on getting revenge, he attempts a risky robbery which goes bad. Rather than face the hangman’s noose, Xander agrees to accompany a group of soldiers intent on finding a powerful magical artifact. But the Beggar’s Hand isn’t what the King’s sorcerer thinks. Deep in the mountains, Xander must make life and death decisions, not just for himself, but the Kingdom he calls home.
The Myth of Mt Agony
By Kelly Said
Meadow’s mere presence ensures the Morningstar farm produces with preternatural abundance. A dirt-dusted foster-child, she hungers for harmony with Auric’s lands.
Valcone is the reclusive prince of Auric. Confined to his room—for the safety of his subjects—he craves control over his persuasive powers.
The prince and the farmgirl’s powerful personalities will collide with epic force when a war erupts between Auric and a neighboring kingdom. With Auric’s fate on the line, Valcone tests the limits of his ability. He amplifies his steady push into a forceful shove against Meadow’s gentle Nature. The Earth-shaper finds herself between a rock and a hard place, literally, where the only choice to save her family may lie in surrendering to the destructive force of her ground-breaking ability.
Mist Weaver
By Terri Rochenski
Dolan wants nothing more than to escape his village for the big city where his small stature and unpleasant features won’t make him the recipient of constant ridicule by the lord of the manor and his heir, Gilroy. The mist that dances to the sweet notes of Dolan's flute is his only camaraderie and the only beauty in his life—except for Keavy.
When the kind milkmaid is faced with unwanted attentions, Dolan must defend her honor with a choice that will ultimately change his life.
Alice and the Egg
By Rebecca Hart
Alice would do anything for her father, the only parent she’s ever known since her mother’s death in childbirth. When he falls ill, Alice doesn’t hesitate when the opportunity to barter her life for his is presented by Jayden, the prince and only heir to the Dragorean throne.
It doesn’t take long for Alice to realize the palace has secrets. Ones that relate to her own past more than she could ever have imagined. If she can find a way to play the game of secrets well enough, not only could she save her father, she just may manage to save herself as well.

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Friday, September 1, 2017

#FlashFiction Friday: Thrown by a Curve by Theresa Kemble #FREE Read!

Thrown by a Curve


by Theresa Kemble

Dexter Anderson shouldn’t be here. Not in a life coach’s office while his batting average was sinking like quick sand. And yet, his coach wanted him there, his entire team wanted him there. Squirming as if he was a five year old being kissed by an elderly aunt didn’t score him points. Roaming his fingers through his hair nor tapping his feet, letting his eyes wander, looking for a focal point to calm his nerves didn’t help either.

A soft voice across from him tried to reassure him. “Dexter, relax. This is our first meeting. I know it can be very uncomfortable talking to a complete stranger about the unpleasant encounter you experienced recently. “

“Being stalked by a crazed fan, throwing paint on your car, trolling you relentlessly on social media isn’t exactly what I call an unpleasant encounter.”

It was downright frightening!

The life coach eased back into her chair and nodded. “Okay, what are you feeling at this moment?”

“Unhinged,” Dexter couldn’t believe that tumbled right out of his mouth so quickly.

“You certainly have a right to be more than unhinged. That unstable fan almost killed you.”

The truth he didn’t want to face, she brought out in the open, ripping it quick off like a bandage to his conscience.

“But she died, I’m responsible for her death.” He turned away, his eyes burning, chewing on his bottom lip not wanting to do the unforgivable sin of crying. Because jocks like him never cry. Always cool, calm, collected.

With a simple touch of her warm hand, she drew him back to a caring, sympathetic face waiting to help. “Dexter, what happened to you, was out of your control. Due to those circumstances, the police officer had to discharge his weapon, there was no other way around it.”

He blew out an exasperated sigh, “I know, I know.” Carrying so much guilt in his heart.

“So, is the counseling helping?”

"No, not particularly, isn’t that why I’m here? Because the sport therapist couldn’t help me?”

She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue darting out ever slightly but just enough for Dexter to notice her pretty face. Regretting to ask for her name in the beginning of their session, was beyond stupidity.

She interlocked her dainty fingers, like beginning to pray. “Think of me like this, I’m just a spoke on a wheel trying propel you forward in your life. There are going to be ups and downs. Sometimes you’re going to think I’m a nudge getting on your last nerves, and at other times I’m going to be that cheerleader you need the most. You just have to trust me.”

Trust. That word he had often heard but didn’t put much stock in it anymore. When his last manager said oh no, you’re not going be traded at all. The next day, Philadelphia. His then agent said I’m signing you to a fantastic deal, trust me. Now, his finances was bordering on being bankrupt. Trust gave him a sour taste in his mouth.

Rubbing his unshaven jaw he replied. “We’ll see.” Those were the only truthful words he could only offer to her.

The life coach flicked her eyes over to her desk clock, a frown edged on the corner of her mouth, then her lips formed a thin line. “I’m sorry but we’re out of time, and my next appointment is due in a few minutes. Perhaps we should schedule another session?”

He leaned forward, studying her for a moment, he could distinguished her genuine caring nature. And yet, he was holding back. It bothered him. He took a breath in. “Maybe, I guess.”

She reached out to him again through her soft touch. “Please don’t feel any pressure from me. You have the right to turn down any of the sessions that I can provide. I’m looking for your best interest at heart.”

Relief crossed his mind, no pressure, that’s good for him. Then he inquired. ‘How many sessions should there be?”

“As many as you want, you are in control here. It’s your life, your choice.”

His choice, how precious was that to him. For the past few months since that horrible incident happened he hadn’t had much freedom to do anything. His physical wounds had healed. As much as anyone trying to offer him help, his mental scars replaying in his mind didn’t give him much solace. It destroyed his outlook on life. Being somber and sober were his constant companions.

She cleared her throat reminding him he needed to make a choice. To go forward with his life or fall behind.

He wanted his life back.

He nodded. “Okay, I need to take a look at the roster to see the next time I pitch, can I call you later?”

“Absolutely!” she smiled while handing him her card.

He glanced down at the embossed card. Laura Roberts, life coach.

Laura, a pretty name for a pretty woman, actually for a beautiful woman, he thought.

With that, Dexter grabbed his baseball cap that was beside him and pulled it down over his head making sure he wouldn’t be recognized and got up from his chair. He offered his hand to hers, “Thank you, Ms. Roberts, it was a pleasure meeting you today. And I promise to call you soon.”

She got up from behind her desk, returning the gesture with a smile of her own.

“The pleasure was mine. Here, let me walk you to the door.”

Within a moment, they were at the front of her office, ready to say goodbye for now. And yet, Dexter wanted to linger. To take in her smile, her ease, her confidence and definitely her natural charm.

She opened the door. “Now, remember to call me, when you can. I really hope you can give these sessions a try.”

He nodded flashing a quick grin while leaving. “A promise is a promise. Will do.”

As reached his car, a sudden thought took him and surged through his body. What was this? For the first time in a long time, Laura Roberts gave him something unattainable.

Hope!



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About the Author:

Theresa lives on the east coast with her husband. During the day Theresa works in the medical field, by night Theresa glides her fingers over the keys creating sweet romances involving strong plus size women and the alpha males that fall deeply in love with them.