Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Cover Reveal: Reality Meets its Match #Romance #NovellaNiblets



Reality Meets its Match
A Virtual Match Romance
Sweet Contemporary Romance
By Sharon Hughson
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: Feb 1, 2017
Keywords: Novella, Contemporary, Romance, Sweet, Matchmaking, Online Dating, Geek Romance, Hot Geeks, Invisible Boyfriend

Ronnie Shay isn’t willing to risk a real relationship. Virtual Match offers her a fake boyfriend, which should satisfy her nagging family. And keep her heart safe. Unexpected attraction sparks with her imaginary beau unearthing a past secret Ronnie thought was banished. When her virtual boyfriend wants to meet, reality rains ruin on Ronnie’s chance for a romantic connection with the not-so-invisible man. Will her heart survive? Is love worth the gamble?



About the Author:

Translating wind-whispered concertos into fiction, Sharon Hughson writes romance and young adult fantasy, living out her lifetime dream and calling it “a job.” After being saved by The Chronicles of Narnia as a teenager, S.L. decided escaping reality alone isn’t nearly as delightful as sharing those make-believe worlds with friends. To that end, she invites you to enter her story realm and fall in love all over again.

Even after twenty-some years married to her high school sweetheart, she enjoys the hearts-a-flutter rush from a well-told romantic tale. S.L. resides in Oregon with her husband, sons and three cats.

You can find more of her imaginative tales at www.sharonleehughson.com.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Joyce Holmes and her contemporary romance novel, SHOW NO WEAKNESS

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 contemporary romance novel, SHOW NO WEAKNESS, by Joyce Holmes. The novel is slated for release in April 2017.

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. Holmes to the Roane family.

If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of SHOW NO WEAKNESS, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website (www.RoanePublishing.com) and completing the interest form.

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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing signs four authors for FEBRUARY SWEET ROMANCE MONTH #Romance #RoaneBooks #PressRelease



Roane Publishing is pleased to announce the kickstart of our new NOVELLA NIBLETS line with four upcoming releases for our February Sweet Romance Month! More information regarding the releases, including the Cover Reveals and Release Blitzes will be made available shortly. In the meantime, please join us in welcoming the authors and their FEBRUARY SWEET ROMANCE Novella Niblet stories:

Sharon Hughson - Reality Meets its Match, Virtual Match #1

Melissa J. Crispin - The Crimson Curse
Linda Carroll-Bradd - Sweet Inspiration
Laura Lamoreaux and T.L. French - Winter Fairy Tale

If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the releases of FEBRUARY SWEET ROMANCE MONTH, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.


If you are interested in learning more about our Novella Niblets line, please visit the submissions page.

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Monday, November 14, 2016

New Release: Love Under the Harvest Moon #Romance #Anthology @RoanePublishing #Giveaway


Happy Book Birthday to
Love Under the Harvest Moon!



Love under the Harvest Moon
A Sweet Romance Anthology
By Various Authors
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: November 14, 2016
Keywords: Sweet, Romance, Autumn, Harvest, Contemporary, Short Stories

Claire Davon – Opposite Directions
Vanessa left her small Iowa town for the bright lights of Miami, also leaving behind the boy who devastated her young self by cheating on her with another local girl. Returning after four years to take a teaching job, she finds her attraction to Zane has not diminished in the time she’s been away.

Zane also works at the school and offers to show Vanessa the ropes. She cannot deny her attraction to him is still there, but is unsure if she should act on it. He broke her heart once, could he do so again? Or would their older, wiser selves be able to navigate the tricky waters of love and forgiveness, leading them back to each other’s arms?

Nemma Wollenfang – Amidst the Strawberry Fields
Good grades, happy home, pampered life, perfect boyfriend – sixteen-year-old Beth has it all. She tells herself that… a lot. That is until the new students arrive from the recently-built Traveller’s Site, led by the rakishly handsome Razovan Verlak, who begins to turn her world upside-down. The school didn’t want them, the town tried to avoid them, and Beth is determined to ignore him—them. But Raz is not to be ignored, and he has his sights set on her.

With the autumn harvest due in, and her boyfriend and the usual harvesters notably absent, Beth and her mother have to accept alternative help to bring in their farm’s crops. And Raz is all too eager to oblige. But Beth is uneasy, and with good reason. Raz and his crew have developed a worrying reputation around town. Assault, vandalism, theft – it seems there’s nothing they haven’t done…according to rumour. But are the gossips to be believed?

Will Beth listen to the disturbing tales and keep her distance? Or will she decide for herself and get to know the real Raz as they work together, amidst the strawberry fields?

T.E. Hodden – Autumn Leaves
So there I was, on the worst afternoon of my life, surrounded by the kind of argument that left me shaken and single. And there, in the park is Autumn, a beautiful, funny, sweet, trans-girl, who seems to be the only person in the world having a worse day than me. And that...that doesn't seem right.

So, here we are. I have one day, to make her smile, and change her world, before Autumn leaves to face her winter.

Laura Lamoreaux and T.L. French – A Harvest Homecoming
When Tanya Sheldon loses her job and her marriage in the same day, she thinks her life is over. Unable to find anything else, she agrees to take a teaching position in her old high school, but moving back to Silver Lake turns out to be harder than she expected when old feelings come to light.

Tanya rejected Jake Green when they were younger, but now he’s all grown up and teaching across the hall. And for a minute, Tanya thought she might have something in her future other than a box of cats. But the moment is gone when Jake’s beautiful girlfriend Ashley returns. After learning the hard way what it’s like to be cheated on, there’s no way Tanya will let herself fall for Jake.

Patricia Crisafulli – Moon Dance
For Anna Oliver, life is one big to-do list and her responsibilities, large and crushing. Divorced and a single mother, needing to care for her own mother who is struggling with a cancer diagnosis, Anna has returned to her too-small hometown, which cannot compare with the life she enjoyed in Brooklyn. Now she is overqualified for her job in a community library and overburdened by everything.

When a storm brings down a tree on her roof—revealing damage that the insurance company won’t pay for—Anna feels as split in two as that old ash. Then someone unexpected comes into her life, and she must confront her need to trust, which seems far too difficult and risky. But under the harvest moon, anything can change.


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Friday, November 4, 2016

#FlashFictionFriday! The Burden by Liam Hogan #Fantasy #FFF

The Burden

by Liam Hogan


The traveller shouldered his burden and carefully adjusted the straps. The load was unforgiving and he had a long day’s walk ahead of him.
Other than the weight wrapped in thick cloth and fixed to his back, he carried little. The road would provide. A small water skin, an empty purse tucked into his sleeve, and, of course, his axe.
He took his lunch--a bowl of rice and a bean stew reheated too many times to tell what beans they once were--with an old woman, who welcomed him into her roadside shack, offering him sustenance in return for chopping her firewood.
Her prattle slowed and then died as he lowered his pack and briskly set about his task, the close grain pattern of the ji chi mu making the wood dense. The old woman was lucky to have such off-cut pieces, too gnarled or split for the local carpenters to use. It would burn slowly, so he cut the lengths short.
When there were no more logs to chop, he warmed down by steadily honing the sharp edge of his blade, a sheen of sweat matting the gray hairs against the cord-like muscles of his arms. They ate in silence, the old woman’s wooden spoon rattling in her unsteady hands.
“Who are you?” she asked as he got up to go, looking in fear at the stone slab he hefted onto his back.
He smiled in return. “Really. You wouldn’t want to know.”
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Salt stung his eyes. The water skin he’d refilled at the old woman’s was empty and he felt himself start to stumble on the uneven path as it snaked upwards. The coast was a long way distant and these hills were not cooled by the breezes that stirred the chimes and swayed the lanterns of Fuzhou, the life he had left behind. Ahead, shimmering in the distance, a stand of bamboo promised at least some respite. He’d rest a while, wait until the heat of the day had eased before continuing his journey.
But as he approached he saw that the stand was already occupied and when the three men there rose with languid ease, he heard at his back the soft shuffle of the footsteps of a fourth.
“Well,” said their leader, all swagger as he took up position in the middle of the dusty road. “What is it that weighs you down so, granddad?”
“It is of no value to you,” the traveller replied.
“We’ll be the judge of that,” the leader said, his voice hardened. “Let it drop!”
So he did, tugging on the knots that set it free, stepping forward as it slammed into the baked earth, drawing a sharp yelp from the bandit who had been creeping up behind him. As the weight was lifted from his shoulders he stood up taller and felt the lightness that comes when you release a great burden, felt as if he could float away from the ground. A sensation that would not last long, he knew, but which always seemed to last as long as it was needed.
“Fancy axe, old timer,” the leader said. “Where did you steal that from?”
“I was given--”
“Ah, you know what? I don’t care. Just hand it over.”
He heard the sound of ripping fabric from behind him, heard the sudden intake of breath. Heard the fourth bandit’s tentative: “Erm... boss?”
“I can’t do that,” the traveller said.
“No?” The leader cast dagger eyes at the bandit crouched behind the impudent traveller, wondering what he was waiting for.
“No,” the traveller agreed.
The bandit laughed a hollow laugh and drew his ox-tail sword, the wrap on the grip faded and uneven, the curved surface dull and pitted, a blade older than the man waving it angrily in the air. “You’re crazy. We have swords! We outnumber you,” he said.
“Still.”
“Are you so prepared to die, old man?”
“My tombstone is ready,” the traveller said. “Is yours?”
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When it was over, the traveller tapped the blade of his axe on the shoulder of the fourth man, who was still bent over the engraved slab of gray stone, still tracing the deeply cut characters. He looked up, in fear and wonder.
“You... were the Emperor’s executioner?”
“Yes,” the traveller said, feeling the stretch in his shoulders and arms, just as he had in the courtyard of the Winter Palace, as the gong struck to announce the dawn and the end of a man’s life. And, just as it had that mist-shrouded day, his axe measured the distance to the bandit’s neck. He nodded at the tombstone. “He had that made along with his own, had it sent to me the night before. I think he hoped I would not be able to go through with it, that it would unnerve me. But it did not. I did my duty.”
“So... now?”
“Now I travel,” he said. “I walk the roads and paths of Minyue and keep them clear of bandits such as you. Men stupid enough to prey on an old hunter, such as I. This is my penance, a small deed to negate the chaos of these troubled times. One day, I will be too slow, too old, and it will be me who falls. When I do, I ask only that the Emperor’s parting gift be mounted at my head.”
The bandit lowered his eyes, a splash darkened the stone, whether sweat or a tear the traveller could not tell. “And me, laoshi?”
He lifted the axe, leaving a red triangle on the bandit’s flesh. “You were not fool enough to draw your weapon, not fool enough to attack me from behind. So. Perhaps you will go home, spread the word that this is no country for bandits. Perhaps you will live to a ripe old age. Perhaps. If you run.”
The bandit ran.
The traveller cut a large square from the thick cloth of the leader’s cloak and wrapped it around the tombstone, replacing the one that had been torn. With the material that remained he cleaned his executioner’s axe, carefully wiping away every trace of blood. Then he knelt beside each of the fallen men, whispered a few words into the hot stillness, before patting them down and half filling his purse from their pockets. He did not take it all, little though there was: even bandits have families, even bandits deserve a decent marker for their graves.
He looked around the stony plain, wearily peering into the haze filled distance. It would not do to linger, not here, where the three men now lay. He sought out their water skins, felt their lightness, turned them over one by one, draining the scant drops before casting them aside with a sigh and once more lifting his burden.
No water, but still.
The road would provide.

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About the Author:

Liam Hogan is a London based writer, winner of Quantum Shorts 2015 and the Sci-Fest LA's Roswell Award 2016. Find out more at http://happyendingnotguaranteed.blogspot.co.uk/

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Guest Post: My Writer's Life by G.P. Gadbois, Author of Caught Between Worlds

My Writers Life

by G.P. Gadbois

                My career choices ranged from a stay at home mom with a houseful of children, a nun, the first women Prime Minister, an air stewardess, a writer, a secretary or any career that would make me happy and pay the bills. I have been blessed with three children, I pray, I vote, I travel, I have a published novel, and I worked as a school secretary – home in the summer and in a building surrounded by children. I must admit - perspective is a key element.

                I always enjoyed reading, and as a teenager romance became my favorite genre. I visited Paris, Italy, London and a bunch of other countries through the eyes of women who found love. Becoming an air stewardess would have been the perfect position to find my own Prince Charming. Not as easy as it sounds, but I didn’t give up. In my late twenties, I replaced romance novels with children’s books while raising my munchkins. I still love a good romance, but I also enjoy mysteries and biographies.

                At this time in my life since writing is a hobby, I do most of it on weekends and a bit at night if I’m not tired. On a summer Saturday morning, with a large mug of coffee in hand, I catch-up with the outside world, read emails, chat with friends, and write. When weather permits I sit outside on my swing, soak in the sun, sip my coffee, mull ideas, admire my flower gardens, mull a bit more, and jot ideas on paper, shaping small portions of scenes. I come inside for a coffee refill, typewritten text on computer and continue same until coffee pot is empty and/or rough draft is completed. I read the scene out loud, and consult people I know for feedback.

                Before writing the first scene of Caught Between Worlds I created a document describing each of the characters. Their physical appearance, hobbies, qualities, family members and role they play in the story. As the story progressed I added traits and any pertinent detail. The quick reference tool helped me with character development and it will help me as the main characters will be found in all four novels I intend to write.


                The not so fun part - the editing of a scene could last all day. I’ll review specific lines in my mind as I’m preparing lunch, washing dishes, and doing laundry. I’ll update scene, re-read, and change until I’m satisfied. I obsess over love scenes. I don’t want erotica, but I don’t want the reader to be bored either. Another challenge is showing or displaying emotions that I’ve never experience - so I re-write until I cry or laugh as I want the readers to react the same way. Life is full of ups and downs, so a novel should reflect a wide variety of feelings. I still have a lot to learn, but I strongly believe I’m on the right track.

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About the Author: 

G.P. is Canadian. A wife and mother of three who works in school bus transportation. In her last year of high school, she enjoyed writing a weekly column published in the French newspaper in her home town. Writing took a back seat for years and now that her children are grown, it’s become her favorite hobby.

Entertaining others is like breathing – it is part of who she is.

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