Monday, January 16, 2017

Cover Reveal: SHOW NO WEAKNESS by @Joyce.M.Holmes #Contemporary #Romance


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 Coleresents 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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Thursday, January 12, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing signs Lynn Burke and her #Erotic #Romance #BDSM Novella, FINDING FULFILLMENT, Found by Fate 3!

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce the ink is dry on the contract for Lynn Burke's's latest erotic romance release, FINDING FULFILLMENT. Finding Fulfillment is the third installment in Ms. Burke's Found by Fate Series and is set for a May 2017 release.

Information regarding the release blitz for FINDING FULFILLMENT will be provided once it becomes available. The cover reveal is slated for Feb. 28th.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Cover Reveal: Harper's Place by Sheryl Winters #Romance #NovellaNiblets #Contemporary


Harper's Place
Contemporary Romance
By Sheryl Winters
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: March 27, 2017
Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Novella Niblets, Novella

 
Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearingmen.

Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.

Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.

When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality? 

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Press Release: Roane Publishing contracts Bill Chastain and his #Contemporary #Romance, RETROUVAILLES (WT)

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that the ink is dry on the contract, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new contemporary romance novel, RETROUVAILLES (WT) , by Bill Chastain. The novel is slated for release in June 2017.

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Monday, January 9, 2017

New Release: Eye of the Soul by @TerriRochenski #Fantasy #Giveaway #EotS #PoolofSouls


HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO 

EYE OF THE SOUL!


Eye of the Soul
Pool of Souls #1
Fantasy Novel
By Terri Rochenski
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: January 9, 2017
Keywords: Fantasy, Medieval, Adult, Novel

Escape.

That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.

Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.

Or so she believes.

Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.

Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.

Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.

Forever.






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EXCERPT:


Cursing her arthritic fingers, Miri squeezed out a rag and draped it over the human man’s hot forehead.

“I’ve seen a lot more harvests than you, old goat,” she muttered, lifting his eyelids. “I’m thinking you’ll never catch up either. Doubt you last another half-moon’s phase.”

Miri pushed to her feet and stretched her hunched back. A heavy sigh slipped past her wrinkled lips as she glanced around the sick house. Keeping the night watch wasn’t too bad—she’d volunteered often since her old bones wouldn’t allow much sleep.“

Joints wasted, hearing all but gone …” Miri yanked on the long white braid lying over her shoulder. “I’m the old goat.”

She shuffled down the aisle, woolen kirtle swishing in the silence. A cool, autumn breeze rustled the crimson leaves of the magnolia and palm fronds overhead, drawing her gaze upward. Violet streaks lit the pre-dawn sky.A dog barked, yipped, and fell silent.

Miri peered across the village green to the thatched buildings beyond. A shadow passed between two cottages. Another three hurried toward the neighboring dwelling.

“Sight fading or my mind, too?” Miri rubbed her watery eyes, blinked, and leaned forward. Light flickered through the palm trees behind the outlying homes.

Torches?

The flames drew closer, weaving between the trunks.

Humans from the mainland? Miri’s hand clutched at her throat. Soldiers. Fadir have mercy.

The men crept through the village, taking up positions at every doorway. Two brutes, more horse-like in size than human, approached the sick house.

Sputtering torch held high, the first strode forward, dark eyes intent upon Miri. A green surcoat covered broad shoulders and fell to his thighs. The golden wheat sheaf of the city of Varosh adorned his chest.

Cold sweat beaded upon Miri’s brow. Breath burst from her lungs, and she moved back, clutching the door jam.

The second soldier stepped closer, chains and shackles clanking in his hand. He stopped two paces away from Miri, and a smile stretched his stubbled cheeks, revealing rotted teeth. “Good morning pointy-ears.”

Miri stared, heartbeat thundering in her ears. She’d been called worse in her eighty-three birth passings but never with such malice.

A single cry rang out across the village, and doors crashed inward. Screams rent the air.

“Don’t fight Native woman,” rotten-teeth sneered, shackles outstretched.

“W-why?” Miri whispered, taking a step backward.

A scowl narrowed his gaze, and his fist shot forward.Bursts of light and pain exploded through Miri as she crumpled to the floor.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

Website: Terri Rochenski

Facebook:  Terri Rochenski, Author

Twitter:  @TerriRochenski

Goodreads:  Terri Rochenski



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Friday, January 6, 2017

#FlashFiction Friday: Shards by Terri Pray #Paranormal #FREE Read!

SHARDS

by Terri Pray


A sharp crack rang through the air as Maggie turned away from the soft warm light coming from the kitchen window, her gaze fixed on the scattered shards of white and rose colored china danced across the floor. Cold sweat formed down the length of her back and her throat tightened as she moved toward the broken remains. She reached out, crouching down as she approached the small disaster only to yank her hand back, pressing it against her breasts. She clutched one hand against the other, twisting them, denial warring with the undeniable presence of the scattered shards. “No, oh no, not my tea-pot.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d touched it.” Peter raised both hands, backing away from the scattered shards. He gestured at the broken pieces. “Love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even know it was there.”
Maggie blinked, tears burning in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. “That was my gran’s.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, shame coloring his cheeks. “God, I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean - I didn’t think.”
“That’s your problem, you don’t think.” She snapped, instantly regretting the words. “Damn it, I know it was an accident, it’s just that…” she turned away from the broken china, swallowing past the lump that had formed in her throat. “I didn’t mean it that way. Sorry, I just - it was hers and…”
A strong hand touched her arm, stroking lightly up and down before he rested it on her shoulder. “I should have been more careful. I’ll be honest, I didn’t even realize it was there. I thought you’d packed it away a couple of months ago.”
She had, hadn’t she? Maggie closed her eyes, trying to make sense of what had happened. The tea-pot, rose and cream, with delicate flowers painted on the sides, hadn’t been used in a long time. Three years, maybe four. They’d been tidying up the kitchen, going through drawers, cupboards and shelves when they’d stumbled across it. What had happened then? Had they used it, or had she wrapped it and packed it?

What had she done with it?
“The big trunk, the one with all of your mother’s quilts and needlework, didn’t you pack it away with those? Yes, I remember you saying something about the extra protection.”
The sounded right, but then why had it appeared on the counter? Had they pulled the trunk down from the loft? No, she’d remember something like that. The trunk wasn’t easy to move at the best of times and the last time it had taken both Peter and their daughter to get it safely down the steps.
“Love?” He squeezed her shoulder again.
“I don’t remember when we brought the trunk down.” She shook her head, pausing for a moment as the twinkling, warm glow of sun through the window caught her attention, only to turn away from it as she let him pull her into his arms. “It was safe, I know it was safe, so what was it doing there?” It didn’t make sense, not the tea-pot, not the mess on the floor, nor the memory of packing the trunk away. What had she forgotten? A visitor? Family? There had to be a reason why the tea-pot had been on the counter in the first place.
“It’s alright, love. Breathe, just breathe through it.” A strong hand smoothed over her hair before he wrapped her up in a tighter hug.
She closed her eyes, nestled in his arms, her thoughts jumbled. Pieces missing, parts of the picture that she couldn’t quite work out. Age, it had to be age, the shock of losing the tea-pot, the loss of everything that went with it. Dinners, teas, visits, friends and family gathered, the tea-pot in pride of place despite the lack of matching cups and saucers. Something carefully carried from England to the US when she’d moved, the pot wrapped in layers of tissue paper, cloth and two boxes just to make sure that it would survive the trip. Their first apartment, then another, a move across country and it had survived every single one.
Children. The first time she’d let their daughter pour from that pot, two hands holding onto the crocheted pad, adult hands over a child’s hands as Maggie had helped her daughter through that afternoon.
“It’s just a silly tea-pot.” Tears trailed down her cheeks, leaving salt heavy patterns on her lips.
“No, it’s more than that, we both know it.” He lifted her chin and rubbed one finger over her lips. “I won’t say I’ll buy another because it wouldn’t be the same. I know that.” He leaned in, touching full lips to hers, claiming hers in a kiss that stole her breath. “All I can do is apologize.”
She swallowed past the tears, blinking her vision clear. “I love you, you know that, don’t you?” Sixty years together. Love, loss, moving, children, grandchildren, broken plates and glasses, second hand items and then new as they’d become more comfortable together. She let her gaze shift to the broken pieces of china. Fifty years, moves, children, grand-children, perhaps it had been too much to think it would survive every challenge, yet she’d hoped - wasn’t that why they’d packed it away, ready to be passed on to their oldest grand-daughter? Why had they brought it down from the attic?
“Yes, I know - love is what keeps us here.”
She frowned, not quite understanding. Love, marriage, their life together, is that what he meant?
“What was that?” Wild brown curls tumbled around a heart shaped face as the young woman walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Did something…oh no.”
Maggie stepped out of her husband’s arms. “Susan, when did you get here?”
The young woman didn’t answer, didn’t even look at her as she marched toward the scattered pieces of broken china. “Oh no, no no…”
“Susan?” Maggie took a step toward her granddaughter, her brow furrowed.
Susan reached for the dustpan and brush. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s alright, love. It’s just a tea-pot.” Maggie paused at the thought of her husband’s hand on her shoulder. “Gran’s tea-pot. Oh god, how am I going to explain this to Mom?” Susan paused, shook her head and walked back toward the mess.
“Your mom will understand,” Maggie stepped into Susan’s way. “It’s going to be…”
Susan didn’t stop, didn’t blink as she walked through Maggie. “Shouldn’t have left it on the counter.”
Cold sweat washed over Maggie, her hands pressed to her chest, clenched over her heart.
“You forgot again, love.” Peter pulled her back into his arms, wrapping her into his embrace. “They can’t see us.”
They? Maggie looked down, moving her hands away from her chest until she could clearly see her fingers. She was here, this was her home, the place they had finally claimed as their own after years of moving around, building funds, dreams, and plans. Tears trailed fresh tracks down her cheeks as she turned into his embrace, the background of her granddaughter, the broken pieces and the soft sound of the brush as Susan swept up the small, sharp shards, faded as she nestled against his chest.
“It’s going to be alright, love. They’ll be fine, they’ll pick up the pieces.”
She didn’t look up, not wanting to remember. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to turn her back on her family. “They’ll be looked after.” He brushed one hand over her hair.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she lifted her gaze to his and nodded toward the glow. The light she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge, the same light and warmth she’d known was there from the start.
“You won’t, not now, not ever. Nothing will ever part us, you have my word on that.” He tugged, pulling her further away toward the light. “We’ll be together. Death and beyond, remember?”
Yes, she remembered. For a moment she remembered it all as she let him pull her into that soft doorway of light, holding her close to his side. Courtship, wedding vows, children, homes, faded photographs but not faded dreams. Broken shards, broken tea-pot, but not broken promises.



About the Author:

Originally from England, Terri Pray now lives in Minnesota with her husband, children and service dog. Her work ranges from the mild to the wild, including sci-fi, fantasy, horror, alt-history, romance, erotic romance and rpg material.
www.terripray.com



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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing contracts Valerie Bowes and her historical romance novel, BATTLE FOR LOVE

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that the ink is dry on the contracts, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new historical romance novel, BATTLE FOR LOVE, by Valerie Bowes. The novel is slated for release in May 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 BATTLE FOR LOVE, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.

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