Monday, April 24, 2017

New Release: A SYMPHONY OF HEART STRINGS by T.E. Hodden #Romance #Paranormal


A Symphony of Heart Strings
Paranormal Romance
By T.E. Hodden
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Publisher: Roane Publishing

Keywords: Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy, Contemporary, London, Novella Niblets

Meet Bob. Bob is the guy between the lines of every love story you ever met. The lucky chance, the twist of fate, the astounding coincidence that sets sparks flying. Never seen, but always there.

Today Bob is assigned to help Jenny find love. But there is something more than bad luck working against the quirky librarian. Bob might have to save her life, before he can help her find love.

And he can't do that from the shadows....



Time for a practical demonstration…
I step into a sandwich shop. It is busy with the lunch hour rush. Jimmy sits at one of the tables, staring into his book, and trying not to think. He is a heavy guy, big and round with jowls and a frown. His connection to the Loom is worn thin, and a lot of his strings play sour, dull, notes. He is nearly forty, but has never been kissed and never known that warm fuzzy glow in his chest.
What he has known is shame, self-doubt, and fear. Whenever he has felt his heart crack open, he has been trained to think it is unnatural and shameful. People like him were the butts of jokes, when he was a kid. Most the people he hang around still use “queer” and “gay” as a shorthand for worthless and disgusting. He has spent too long burying his feelings, and now believes that they make him less of a man, and less of a human..
There is a girl at his office who likes him. She is friendly and flirty. He responds politely, but is so convinced of his self-image that he thinks she is quietly mocking him. He sees no malice in her, but he thinks there is gentle teasing at his expense.
Kelly is in the queue. He is waiting on a chicken and avocado baguette to go with his bottle of soda. He is thirty-nine, tall, burly, and jolly. He has a kind laugh and gets on with everybody in the office. He recognises Jimmy. They bump into each other in the office kitchen, making coffees. They talk about cricket and football while waiting on the kettle.
Jimmy nods for Kelly to join him. They joke about the latest email from head office. The "Fair culture flowchart" is a policy that spends three thousand words telling them, in essence, not to be dicks.
Neither men see me standing by their table. I pluck the string that binds them. It plays a sweet note, made heavy by Jimmy's doubts. I knock his drink into his lap. Jimmy squawks in surprise and Kelly drops to his knees, mopping at Jimmy's lap with napkins. Jimmy panics at the touch.
"Hey. Let me." Jimmy laughs a little. "If you don't mind where you put your hands, you will do something you will regret."
I stoop down to Kelly's ear and whisper, "Will you?"
Kelly gives a dirty laugh. "I wouldn't regret it. Would you?"
For a moment they hold each other's gazes.



T. E. Hodden trained in engineering, and works in the rail industry. He writes as a hobby, when he is not walking the Kent coast, looking for forgotten nooks and crannies of history and folklore.

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Friday, April 21, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from THINGS MYSTERIOUS by Matthew Chabin #PNR

Today's excerpt is from Things Mysterious by Matthew Chabin. 

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He had been a soldier once, a husband and, before that, a student athlete. Now he was none of these things. He felt transparent, unseen, a rumor of a person fading into an anonymous job, a name on a paystub, a collection of internet passwords: Rom@nKing, Aces’n8s, D-stroystory. No one ever called him D, or Das, or even Dasan anymore. He no longer looked forward to his days off and took extra shifts just to fill his time. Easier that way. Better not to sit around and think.

 “Twelfth floor.”

He stepped out of the elevator and turned a corner into the Dawkins and Dewey law offices. He paused long enough at the counter to write the time in his notebook and scan the front pages of the Oregonian and the New York Times. Then he started down another hallway, passed through a door, climbed a short flight of steps to a landing, where he used his keys to open two more doors, and stepped out onto the rooftop.

The wind had fallen off, but a thick fog had rolled in behind it. Dasan could faintly make out the poniard spire of the First Presbyterian Church with its purple floodlights. If he peered over the rail, he could also see the illuminated signs of Spartacus Leathers and Powel’s City of Books in the street below. The hills to the west were completely swallowed up, so the city seemed to terminate in a heaped darkness. The monolithic, fifty-story Wells Fargo Center vanished into the grey heights as though dissolved by a malignant, alien atmosphere, while to the south, rising from the new construction, a giant crane hung its long neck out into the gloom, predatory in its stillness.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong with his life. He was about to turn thirty and he had the same salary as when he was eighteen. That wasn’t even adjusting for inflation. His parents had somehow, to their eternal credit, stayed together until he was out of the house, but both were invested in their respective new families, and he’d become a marginal satellite at best.

He had always had an image of himself as the kind of guy that nice, cool girls would be into. He was considerate, industrious, tall (if a bit gangly), good looking and fairly neat in his habits. Yet since his divorce, he seemed all but invisible to women, as if they occupied a parallel universe where he appeared only as an outline, a faceless abstract of man. He was all crumpled inside, sapped, unable to summon much enthusiasm for the dating ritual and apparently even less able to inspire it. He had begun to contemplate the very real possibility he would go through life without ever finding his—what was it?—‘soul’s counterpart in another.’ He would live an uncelebrated life and ultimately die alone.

There was something else. Something that pulled like a thread unraveling at the back of his mind and sent cold little oscillations of fear rippling through his nerves. He didn’t know what it was that pulled upon the thread, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. It tugged away as he looked down on the numb and half-frozen city, He stepped back, gripped by a nauseating vertigo. Reflexively his mind flew to the single beacon within range, a spark of color that drew his focus and gave him hope. The girl on the MAX, Ms. There-Again-Gone.

God, but God… how beautiful was she.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Jaylee Austin and EMERALD'S RING #Fantasy

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we have contracted EMERALD'S RING by Jaylee Austin. This is the second in her Sedona Series and is slated for release in October 2017.

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 EMERALD'S RING, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website ( and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Cover Reveal: IN GRAY by Sara J. Bernhardt #NAlit #NA #Paranormal #Romance

In Gray
by Sara J. Bernhardt
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: July 10, 2017

Keywords: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Clairvoyant


After a car accident causes Daisy Carmichael to see the future, she is plagued by not only the things she sees but the deadly secrets of the young man who saved her life.


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Friday, April 14, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from MORGAN'S MOUNTAIN by Krista Ames #Romance

Today's excerpt is from Morgan's Mountain by Krista Ames. 

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


Since she was ignoring him, Luke wandered outside while contemplating how he would win over the woman he thought he knew so well. He’d noticed a huge stack of uncut logs from the kitchen window, and figured he needed something to do. What better way to take out his frustration?

He lined up three huge chunks and got to swinging, then made a stack beside the porch at the back door.

On his upswing of cutting the next batch of logs, a voice came out of nowhere. “What are you doing now?”

 “I needed something to do. Looks like Bill didn’t get a chance to cut wood for you.” He tried not to look in her direction and continued swinging the axe. As she mumbled inexplicably, he could tell she was getting closer by the volume of her voice, and when he sneaked a peak, he could make out her features faintly through the driving snow.

She was just a little scrap of a thing, five feet and two inches, if that, but she’d sure argue another inch or two out of anybody willing to listen. He’d always loved her height. She fit just right in the crook of his shoulder when he wrapped his arms around her. He couldn’t see it now for all the winter Carharts, but she had beautiful shiny black hair that fell past her shoulders when it wasn’t up in a ponytail, and eyes the color of smoky emeralds a person could melt into. Unfortunately, she also had a temper bigger than the Rocky Mountains, and she seemed ready and willing to prove it.

“Did you come out to help me? That was mighty kind of you.” Luke couldn’t help but egg her on.

“No, I did not come out to help you. I was supposed to be doing this.”

She’s mad because I’m cutting wood?

He smirked at her stance. She’d placed both hands on her hips and, if the snow weren’t so deep, he’d be able to see her foot tapping.

“What’s so funny? Do you think this is all a game?”

“I’m sorry, okay? You just look too darn cute standing there.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

Luke dropped the ax and ran around her, stopping her progression when he clasped her shoulders. “No, wait, seriously. I’m sorry. If you want me to stop chopping so you can finish, I will, but I was just trying to help. At least let me do this, Morgan.” He raised a pleading eyebrow and dropped his hands to his sides.

“Fine. I’m going back inside. I have other things to do.” She turned from him, heading toward the cabin. “Oh, Luke?”

She had faded slightly from his sight, but he could still see the look she gave brooked no argument. “Please keep your distance. Letting you do this doesn’t change anything.”

“Whatever you say.”

He smirked and, once she was out of sight completely, pulled down his facemask and picked up the ax again.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

NEW #SUBMISSIONS CALL! One Snowy Night #Contemporary #Sweet #Romance

Roane Publishing is seeking submissions for our upcoming sweet romance anthology, ONE SNOWY NIGHT! This will be the first in four planned anthologies to release in 2018 celebrating the seasons.

Theme: Contemporary sweet romance with a winter theme. Winter is a time for sled and sleigh rides, hot chocolate, and snowball fights. Bring us your sweet, winter-time themed romance stories. We are looking for anything from back to school friends to lovers tales, to budding romance at the local ski resort. Anything that keeps to the winter theme is acceptable. At least ONE scene of the story needs to take place on a 'snowy night'. 

Submission Deadline: June 30, 2017
  • Must be a contemporary sweet romance based in some way on the prompt and include a HEA or HFN ending.
  • Stories must be at least 15k in length, but should be no more than 20k
  • Sweet romance ONLY, no erotic romance.
  • No fantasy or holiday themed stories please.
  • No reprints or sim subs

Please email a brief query letter along with your completed, polished manuscript (double spaced, Times New Roman size 12, no TABS or spaces indenting paragraphs) to and put WINTER_ANTHO in the SUBJECT LINE of your email.

Completed stories should be attached in TXT, RTF, DOC, or DOCX format ONLY and attached to your query email. All other attachment file types will be deleted unopened.

If you do not receive a reply by July 7th, please follow-up by email at Do not send your submissions to this address. They will be deleted unopened.

Monday, April 10, 2017

New Release: SHOW NO WEAKNESS by Joyce M. Holmes #Contemporary #Romance @RoanePublishing


Show No Weakness
Contemporary Romance Novel
By Joyce M. Holmes
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: April 10, 2017

She’s a tenderhearted social worker, looking for her Happy-Ever-After. He’s a distrustful RCMP Corporal who’s sworn off relationships. Factor in a surly teen heading for delinquency, and you have a case of passion and turmoil too explosive to handle.

As a defense mechanism to deal with his guilt and grief over his daughter's death, Cole Dennison has become an expert at compartmentalizing his feelings. He keeps his personal life private, while making it his professional mission to rescue children in peril.

Joely Sinclair is fiercely protective and openly compassionate. When she meets Cole Dennison, she falls hard. He's everything she admires in a man, and because she wears her heart on her sleeve, she can't understand how or why Cole keeps all his emotions to himself.

As much as Cole resents his interest in Joely, with her inquisitive and caring nature, he can't deny her appeal. Against his better judgment, he becomes involved in both her and her son's lives. Taylor is in desperate need of a positive male role model, and Cole can't turn his back on the boy. But when Joely starts talking love, Cole's inability to commit puts an end to their relationship—until a dangerous situation throws them back together.

When given a second chance at love, will Cole risk letting Joely into his battered heart?


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“By the time I turned sixteen, I was pregnant. I became a child bride at seventeen, married to an adult-sized infant with chest hair, with a real live baby doll to take care of, as well. That marriage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Before I hit twenty-one, it was over.” She heard the bitterness in her voice and stopped talking.

“That had to be rough, but isn’t it time to stop beating yourself up about it? At least you had enough sense to get out.”

The compassion, the offer of understanding in his voice almost overwhelmed Joely. She wondered if he’d be as sympathetic if he knew she had left her precious little boy with her alcoholic husband while she worked. And it took four years and a serious injury before she clued in to the fact her toddler didn’t get all his bruises from being overactive and clumsy.

No, Cole had it wrong; she didn’t have a whole lot of sense when she was younger.

He pushed his coffee cup aside and leaned forward in his chair to stare sharply at her. She realized he must be very good at his investigative work. Those dark penetrating eyes would intimidate anyone into telling the truth when they flashed as fiercely as they were right now.

“You’re upset. I didn’t mean to do that,” he apologized. “I wanted to make you feel better.”

“Oh no, hey, I’m not upset with you. I actually appreciate your effort. I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation with a man who cared how I felt about myself. Men are usually much more concerned about how I feel about them.”

“You already told me you didn’t like me.” He smiled brilliantly, his eyes crinkling. “Whaddaya say to giving me a chance to change your mind?”

For just a moment, Joely saw beneath the laughing, self-confident grin to the flicker of loneliness in his eyes. He was new to the area, she remembered. He probably didn’t know many people, and here she was monopolizing the conversation. She ignored his question and posed one of her own.

“Why did you choose law enforcement for your career?”

His gaze unexpectedly turned cold. His features revealed no emotion, nothing to indicate why he suddenly shut down. The pause grew a little too long, giving Joely the impression he preferred not to answer.

“I take a lot of satisfaction out of my job, especially working with the kids,” he eventually replied, his voice back to that aggravatingly polite, neutral tone. “But it wasn’t a matter of choice so much as of doing what was expected.”

“Your parents said you had to become a cop?” Joely wanted to keep her mouth shut and let him do the talking, but stunned disbelief made her blurt it out before she could stop herself.

Cole smiled tightly. “My grandfather was a cop, same with my father. As far as they were concerned, there was no other suitable job for a Dennison, and they presumed I’d follow their lead. My mom didn’t get a say; she died when I was five.”

Joely let out an involuntary gasp of sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry. How sad for you to grow up without a mother.” Not having a father had left a gaping hole in her childhood and even though her mom would’ve never won mother-of-the-year, she’d always given freely of her hugs and kisses. She was important to Joely, and Joely couldn’t imagine growing up without her.

Cole lifted a shoulder casually. “I survived. You don’t miss what you never really had.”

“Yes, you do,” she replied fiercely. “You miss it and you want it terribly. At least I did. I wanted a father more than I wanted anything else. It was the defining reality of my childhood. How can you say you didn’t miss your mother?”

Something hard and acrid flashed in his eyes, and he didn’t acknowledge her words. He pushed out of his chair abruptly. “We should get back to the detachment. Your son’s waited long enough.”


About the Author:

Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia. Photography and blogging about her travels are two of her passions, along with visiting her kids and grandkids. When she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure, she’s off enjoying the great outdoors.




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