Thursday, October 27, 2016

Craving HEAs but not enough time to read? NOVELLA NIBLETS are your answer!

Not enough 'ME' time in a day, but still need a fictional 

HAPPILY EVER AFTER?


Roane Publishing is pleased to announce its new sweet romance ebook novella line:




Novella Niblets is a multi-author series sure to satisfy your romance cravings.


In celebration, we are kickstarting this new line in February with Sweet Romance Month, releasing a new Niblet every week of the month!




For information on submitting a Novella Niblet, please visit our submissions page.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Cover Reveal: Poisonous Whispers #Fantasy #Romance


Poisonous Whispers
Romance / Fantasy
By Jana Begovic
Release Date: December 5, 2016
Keywords:  Fantasy, Romance, Saga, Reincarnation, Destiny, Betrayal, Past lives, Passion

 
“Don’t you ever forget about me...,” echoes the karmic whisper from lives past, poisoning her peace. 

“Don’t you ever forget about me...,” he whispers during their secret encounters. Like a curse, these simple words now haunt Leandra, a reputable psychiatrist, who finds herself in emotional chaos after the sudden breakup of her illicit affair. Unable to heal on her own and tormented by dreams in which supernatural forces create havoc with her fate, she desperately turns to David, a colleague psychiatrist, asking him to take her through past-life regression therapy. She hopes that this unorthodox and somewhat suspect technique will explain her profound connection to the lover who has abandoned her so abruptly.

The sessions take Leandra through 17th and 19th century Ireland, Italy and England, where love, loss and betrayal are the leitmotifs in an ambiance of co-mingled fantasy and reality. In her hypnotic state, Leandra recounts a saga of intoxicating love, dizzying passion, flaming lust and profound heartbreak. Despite the painful answers she finds under hypnosis, Leandra still cannot let go of the hope to reunite with her lover. Ultimately, the shattering revelations from her past-life incarnations, along with the turmoil over her ruined marriage, become the stepping stones of her introspective path to healing, self-discovery and an appreciation of true love.

With its seamlessly interwoven sub-plots, “Poisonous Whispers” lures the reader from one continent to another, from past to present. The affair at the center of the story is an anatomy of the heart in which the heroine’s sorrow-laced journey reflects the universal themes of love and los
s.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Andrea Stanet and her N/A Fantasy , UMBRA'S SHADOW

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce the ink is dry on the contracts, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new new adult fantasy novel, UMBRA'S SHADOW, by Andrea Stanet. The novel is slated for release in March 2016.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly. In the meantime, please join us in welcoming Ms. Stanet to the Roane family.

If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of UMBRA'S SHADOW, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website (www.RoanePublishing.com) and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Monday, October 17, 2016

New Release: Second Chance #Contemporary #Romance #Giveaway


HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO 

SECOND CHANCE!



Second Chance
A Contemporary Romance Novel
By Suzi Macdonald
Release Date: October 17, 2016
Keywords: Contemporary Romance, Second Chances, Reunion, First Love, Decisions, Family



Teige Adams fell for the dazzling Alexandra "Zani" Fairmichael in high school, but Zani was far too sophisticated to fall for a tall, geeky misfit like Teige. Twenty years later, he is a successful photographer with a string of glamorous ex-girlfriends behind him, and Zani has become plain Allie Brown, the mother of demanding teenage twins.



When Teige discovers Allie has separated from her husband and is moving back to their hometown, he is determined to try for a second chance at the girl he never had. But Allie, on the rebound from a difficult marriage, isn’t certain what (or who) she wants. Plus, Teige’s slightly unhinged ex-fiancĂ©e and Allie’s soon-to-be-ex-husband have their own ideas about who Teige and Allie should be with. And then there is Katie, who is certain Teige is "The One" for her.


Will Teige finally win Allie’s heart – or is it too late for a second chance?








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GIVEAWAY!


A $20 Amazon gift card




Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code.  No purchase necessary, but you must be 18 or older to enter. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter, and announced on the widget. Winner well be notified by emailed and have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. The number of entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Roane Publishing's marketing department.

Friday, October 7, 2016

#FlashFiction Friday! Is She The One? A #FREE Read by Sharon Jarvis

Is She The One?
by Sharon Jarvis

"Is she the One?"


Queen Moranna leaned over her son's left shoulder and peered at the computer screen. The question was asked coolly because, after many months of failed candidates, her expectations were lowered. Still, a hand wearing the royal seal gripped his arm. 


Prince Darius watched the screen with mixed feelings as well. His mind was on the last parliamentary meeting, where concerns about the latest drone attacks by their enemy, King Arridian, were hotly debated. Fortunately, their computerized artillery, abetted by psychic long-distance viewing, managed to destroy most of the drones. But rumor had it that Arridian’s programmers were close to perfecting the next generation of artificial intelligence in drone warfare. If their kingdom could not find the One, eventually they would lose the war.


They watched as a door to the special chamber opened and a servant ushered the candidate inside. Darius could not see the woman’s full face because she wore a hooded cloak. But clearly her clothes had seen better days: the cloak was patched, the hem of her skirt ragged. 

Darius winced. Her poverty was in stark contrast to the opulence of the royal castle. 

"I thought you said she was a renowned soothsayer?" Darius turned to his mother. "How good could she be? She's not very prosperous looking. Do they pay her with turnips instead of money?"


The queen laughed bitterly. "My spies found her in a very poor southern province where, for all I know, turnips are a better currency than ours." 


Because of the war, many had been reduced to bartering. Still, if King Arridian prevailed, their currency would be worthless as would be their lives.


“They say she is reputed to be one of the best card readers in the area, with an accuracy rate of over ninety per cent."


Darius snorted. "Forgive me for giving her the exalted status of a soothsayer when she is just a fortune teller."


"I don't care what she is," the queen said icily, "as long as she turns out to be the One." She turned to leave. "I can't bear more failures; don't tell me anything unless she passes the test."


After his mother left, Darius rolled up his sleeves as he watched the woman look around the nearly empty chamber. The room had no windows and contained exactly one piece of furniture: a single chair facing the far wall. 


There had been long debates on what kind of chair to use. Too comfortable a seat and a candidate might fall asleep. Too hard a seat and the woman would not relax enough. It had long been known that the key to piercing the veil rested on not actively searching for it. No machine could do what sensitives, mediums, and mages could accomplish, nor could the manifestation of psychic powers be forced. The veil only appeared when a mind was focused on something else—or not focused at all.


There were decorations on the far wall--assorted paintings and shelves with various items. Camera eyes were hidden around the room and in the ornate picture frames. The pastoral paintings and beautiful objects were meant to soothe the candidate and put her into the appropriate mood.


The woman stood for a while and then pulled on the door handle--only to discover it was locked. Finally she approached the far wall and her full face came into closer view as she pulled back her hood. A flood of emotions jolted Darius—some his, some hers.


In the beginning, women were chosen if they fit prophetic descriptions of the One. But as time passed without finding her, the search expanded to include females of all sizes and ages. This young woman was not beautiful and her hair was cut as short as a boy's. But with her high cheek bones and dark sloe eyes, Darius thought her decidedly handsome, even striking.


“Thank the Gods.” The words slipped out before he could stop himself. 


Thank the Gods that she was neither ugly nor wrinkled. Thank the Gods she was well past puberty. The thought of having to make love to an old crone or a child was completely unacceptable, but he was expected to mate with the One. Only the combination of male and female powers could pierce the veil. And once pierced, they could pass through to the other side, where unlimited riches might be unearthed, where fearsome monsters lay in wait, and where advanced technologies had been harnessed. The other side, from whence his family originally fled, leaving behind an entire world that could change the future.


The woman briefly stared at the paintings and then closely examined the items displayed on shelves. Darius wondered if she was thinking of stealing them since just one of those things would buy her a week’s food. Interest showed on her face, but after a while she went back to the chair and sat down. Time passed, but the servant did not return. The woman occasionally shifted in the chair and sometimes turned to look at the closed door. Finally she put one arm on the chair, cradled her head in her right hand, and stared at the far wall.
Darius did the same. He sat slumped, arms crossed, and stared at the screen though half-closed eyes. Almost an hour had passed. But it was not possible to know how long nor under what circumstances any candidate might notice the room was different. He had no choice but to go through the test with every candidate, to share the experience and to compare when--if she was the One--each of them might sense the veil. 


They both sat still, nearly nodding off. Darius allowed himself to drift into a pleasant state of serenity, idly wondering what it would be like to make love to this attractive young woman; the computer screen lost its sharpness, the picture turned fuzzy. 


Suddenly the woman raised her head and stood up. Shocked, Darius leaned into the screen, dark hair falling over his forehead. He watched as she stared into space, her brows furrowed. Then her expression was slowly replaced by a look of wonder. Tentatively she reached out with her right hand, but she did not move. 


He could see the white flakes now, as surely she did. Her face was luminous with awe and joy, as she watched it snow inside the small room. The snow fell continuously but never reached the floor, because it wasn't snowing in this world but in the next dimension.


His chair overturned as Darius abruptly stood. Excitedly he punched the communications device on his wrist, to tell his mother that the fortune teller had passed the test, and then he ran out of the room.
She was the One.


~~~oOo~~~

About the Author:

Sharon Jarvis is a former book editor, literary agent, and small press publisher. She has had her own books published in the past (mostly non-fiction) but is now working on several fiction projects.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Guest Post: A Writer's Life by Lily Carlyle

GUEST POST


by Lily Carlyle

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
–Ernest Hemingway


Sounds easy enough, right? At least the bleeding part. For me, as well as most other adults with jobs, kids, houses, and other boring grown-up responsibilities, sitting down at a typewriter (or computer, in 2016) is actually the difficult part.

How do you find time to write? To be completely honest, these days I don’t. I have two part-time and one freelance job, two kids, a perpetually messy house, and a demanding dog. Oh, Susan Illis does plenty of writing for work, but Lily Carlyle? Not so much.

When I do have a few minutes in front of the computer, it’s so much easier to check my e-mail or look at Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest. If I tear myself away from the Internet, more often than not, I stare at a blank page, blinking cursor taunting me.

One tool that I do find useful (forgive the plug) is Dr. Wicked Write or Die (http://writeordie.com/), which is now available as an app. It operates under the same principle as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month: http://nanowrimo.org/); if you’re forced, or force yourself, to write under a strict, even if self-imposed, deadline, you will write. Some of it will turn out better than you expected. Challenges such as NaNoWriMo are good for a lot people, but for me, they’re too much like a diet. Eat one chocolate chip cookie—or skip one writing day—and the next thing I know, I’m shoveling ice cream into my mouth with a ladle, or searching for the perfect pair of boots on Zappos because I’m so far behind with my word count, I’ll never catch up.

I assure you, though, 2017 will be my year. In the meantime, I’m surrounding myself with inspirational writing quotes. Here are a few favorites:

“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” –Jack London

“A lot of people talk about writing. The secret is to write, not talk.” –Jackie Collins

Before we stop talking and start writing, please feel free to share any writing advice or quotes with me!

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About the Author: 

Lily Carlyle decided she wanted to be a writer when she was seven years old, but convinced of the impossibility of earning a living that way, she studied history instead (a decision she still can’t explain). In between working as an archivist and book reviewer and trying to keep her two daughters fed, Lily tries to find time and inspiration to realize her original dream.