Cover Reveal ~ Brando

Brando (The Santini Brothers #2)
by Marita A. Hansen
Publication Date – expected Winter 2014

Synopsis

Tortured by his past, Brando allows his demons to continue through the slice of the whip, his need to harm himself growing out of control.

After Ivy sees the severe scarring on his back, she starts questioning his family, leading her down a dangerous path, one that unravels a history of lies, abuse, and betrayal, involving three mafia families…

And a Black Widow

…who would kill to keep it all a secret.

*Please note, this is a preliminary blurb, which may change once the book has been completed.


Ricardo (The Santini Brothers #1)


Synopsis

On a Mediterranean Island run by mafia, the Santini brothers are fighting a war against the Landi family, who are targeting their loved ones. After his fiancée is murdered, Ricardo, the eldest of the brothers, starts spiraling out of control, his violent nature leading him down a path that could rip his family apart. But, when two women walk into his life… 

His first love—Bianca D’Angelo 

And an assassin from the Viper Sisterhood 

…he finds himself pulled into a world of espionage, intrigue, and seduction, where he’ll win his family’s safety and the woman of his dreams—or lose everything.




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About the Author

NATIONALITY AND CULTURAL CONNECTIONS: I’m a true blue Aucklander, born and bred in New Zealand. I tend to write about cultures I have connections to, such as Croatian and Maori. I would love to visit Croatia again as I have family there. However, in My Masters’ Nightmare, I have started writing about Italians . My husband is part Italian and I also have a degree in Italian.

SPORTS: As a teen my favorite sports were karate, badminton, and running. I also did unarmed combat and played in a touch rugby team (my gym teacher made me do the last one!) Now, I stick to coaching soccer and running. I have completed two marathons, numerous half-marathons and one 30K run.

CAREER PATH: I started off as a Graphic Designer, then went to Auckland University, where I got a BA degree in Art History and Italian Studies and a post-graduate Honors degree in Art History. I worked in the Art History field, then became a full-time artist, doing commissions. I eventually lost all of my senses and gave it up to be a poor, starving writer, smh.

FAVORITE FOODS: I’m vegetarian. I love pasta based foods, tofu, chocolate mousse and golden queen peaches.

BAD HABITS: I’m a major procrastinator that can’t seem to earn money to save myself!

STATUS: Married to my high school sweetheart (which he hates me calling him). We have two kids.
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Mine For Christmas ~ From 14th – 21st September 100% proceeds made from this book will be donated to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation

Simon and
Kara are back!
Kara Hudson
has been married to her billionaire husband, Simon, for over two years, and she
loves him even more desperately than she did when they first married. Unfortunately,
there was a distance growing between the two of them, and the passion between
them wasn’t flaring as red-hot as it used to burn.  Was it possible that Simon wasn’t as crazy in
love with her as he used to be, or did their problems go much deeper than
that? 
Simon Hudson
loves his wife and his infant daughter so much it hurts.  And he was getting tired of holding back his
emotions from his worn-out, exhausted wife who had seen their baby girl through
her first year and a half of life without complaint.

Will their
differences and emotional distance tear the two of them apart?  Or will a precious gift from Santa help them
heal their misunderstandings and have the merriest Christmas they’ve ever
had?

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From 14th – 21st September 100% proceeds made from this book will be donated to theJuvenile Diabetes Research Foundation

J.S.
Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy
romance. She’s an avid reader of all types of books and literature.
Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary
erotic romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost
always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she
just can’t seem to write them any other way!
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on the road with SCP- Because of Jacqueline- Cynthia Pomranz- Why I write Romance

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Why I choose to write romance.

For starters, I enjoy reading romance, so I know the genre and what readers expect. In today’s fast-paced world, filled with piles of laundry, looming deadlines, and endless bills, reading a romance gives me the chance to briefly slip away from responsibilities and cheer for a pair of lovers to overcome obstacles in order to find their happy ending.

When I pick up a romance, I have the opportunity to read about a man and woman who are first discovering each other. Through the characters, I experience the euphoric moment in a relationship when love is new and exhilarating. The world seems a brighter place and everything tastes a bit sweeter.

I write romance because I believe in true love, passion, and happily ever afters. Some might call me a hopeless romantic, but I like to think of myself as a hopeful. Call me sentimental, a dreamer, an idealist, but I’m forever hopeful about the power of love, and the ability for each of us to find the magical love that culminates in mind-blowing sex.

With regard to practical matters, most see me as level headed, with my feet planted firmly on the ground. But when the heart is involved, my soul flies high above the clouds, and I make no apologies. What’s wrong with dancing in the rain or strolling the beach hand in hand at sunset? I write romance because I crave the heady days of a first crush, a racing pulse, and the total elation one feels when true love eclipses all else.

I invite you to read, Because of Jacqueline, and experience Jackie’s all-consuming journey to love.

 

 
Book Blurb

Jackie Simms moves back to her hometown, St. Louis, to rebuild her life in the wake of divorce, including a foray into the world of online dating. She responds to an intriguing email from Marc Montgomery, who shares many of her interests, as well as a love for baseball. As their cyber relationship deepens, her skeptical side wonders if he’s too good to be true.

When Jackie’s work-related travel delays their first date, the couple spends the next two weeks in a tantalizing state of limbo filled with tender emails and intimate phone conversations that go on seamlessly for hours. Even though they have never met, their souls touch.

When they finally meet, will Marc be Jackie’s dream come true? Will she learn the truth about this enigmatic man? Will self-doubt lead Jackie to believe she is the barrier to her own happiness?
Excerpt 1

The martini tasted delicious. And potent. The drink went straight to my head at the first sip. Minutes later, Marc joined me in the living room.

“This sofa is comfortable and good looking.” Not as good looking as the owner. His polo shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Obviously, he worked out on a regular basis.

“After I had the house rehabbed, I worked with a friend of my mom’s. She decorated the whole place.”

“Impressive.” I murmured, thinking more of him than his furnishings. The gin continued to fog my brain. My plan to remain cool toward him became a distant memory.

After we finished our drinks he asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes, some food would be good.” I needed something to soak up the alcohol.

“Come,” he ordered softy.

I followed Marc to the kitchen—a chef’s dream filled with high-end stainless steel appliances. The beautiful custom ebony cabinets boasted brushed nickel hardware. Five bar stools lined the massive marble-topped island. A round table with leather chairs set for two occupied the bay window. The kitchen opened to a grand family room with a high tray ceiling.

My attention went to the opposite wall. “Marc, what is the size of your flat screen?” I’d never seen anything comparable.

“It’s eighty-four inches. You like lingerie. I like to watch movies and sports.”

“On a gianormous screen.” I giggled.

“Gianormous? That’s a word I haven’t heard.” He looked bewildered.

“I picked it up from my girls. It’s a combination of giant and enormous. Teenagers have a unique way of expressing themselves.” I chuckled to myself.

“Your martini seems to be agreeing with you, Jacqueline.” His smile widened.

I took the opportunity to look for the lower front crooked incisor he mentioned, but I couldn’t see anything except perfect teeth. The buzz in my head intensified. My eyelids started to droop.

“I’ll get the food. Can you get a couple of waters from the fridge?”

“Sure.” I tried to steady myself. I never should have had a drink on an empty stomach.

“We have egg rolls, wonton soup, and Mongolian Beef, light on the onions, as you requested.”

“Thank you. It looks tasty.” He looks tasty. Jeez, I feel like a horny teenager!

Thankfully, as we ate, I began to feel more coherent. Yoake sat curled up on her floor pillow nearby as Marc updated me on his acquisition plans with the internet company. He seemed pleased when I shared with him my daughters were coming for a visit. This evening is starting out much better than last week.

After dinner, Marc produced his movie collection list. “Take a look. Tell me what you’d like to watch. They’re arranged by genre in alphabetical order.”

I stared at the list in awe. “There must be over five hundred movies here.”

“I removed fifty from the list last month.”

“Glad to see you are cutting back,” I teased.

“What’s your pleasure? An old classic, a drama, action, or maybe sci-fi? I’m guessing you’re the romantic comedy type.” I could only see his blazing blue eyes over the top of the list.

“Do you have any recommendations?”

“Last week I bought Hitch with Will Smith and Eva Mendez. Have you seen it?”
“No, I haven’t. Let’s watch it.”

Marc started setting up the DVD.

I wonder how many other women have been to his place for Chinese and a movie. He had been single his adult life, while I’d been married. I remembered what Trish said to me about STDs and using condoms.

I certainly wasn’t planning on having sex with him, but it felt incredible when he kissed me last week. Marc took a seat next to me on the sofa. His inviting scent was clean and fresh with a note of spice.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m fine,” I murmured.

“Yes. You are,” his eyes glimmered as he stroked my arm. A shiver ran down my neck and across my shoulders. His lips brushed mine. The quivering spot in the pit of my stomach exploded.

As Marc pulled me in his arms, he kissed me softly. When his warm tongue pressed into my mouth, a combination of panic and burning desire ripped through me. My lips couldn’t deny his moist, sweltering kiss. He stopped and took my hand. Without saying a word, he stood and led me out of the room down the hallway.

I knew where we were going. Yoake trotted along beside us swishing her tail, as if she knew too. Looks like this isn’t the first time Yoake has accompanied someone to Marc’s bedroom. She ran ahead and nosed open the door. The late summer sunset lit the room in a soft, warm glow. A king size bed with a tall, fawn-colored upholstered headboard and button tufting dominated the large space. The soft neutral toned bedding appeared to be a sumptuous raw silk.

Marc stopped a foot from the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Slow and deep. All the blood drained from my head. The air in the room became thick. When he pulled my T-shirt over my head, the heat from his body blanketed my bare skin. With ease, he unsnapped my bra with one hand and dropped it to the floor.

Excerpt 2
The temperature in the room was warm enough for me to remove my jacket. As I took it off, I noticed Marc glance at me over the top of his menu with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

“Would you prefer a bottle of wine or a cocktail?”

“I’d like some wine this evening. You’re the expert, please choose.”

The Sauvignon Blanc Marc selected complemented the roasted salmon dish we ordered for dinner. As we ate, I couldn’t seem to get Marc engaged in regular conversation. I decided to shake things up a bit. “I have a question. Do you know how many women you have slept with, including me?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Trish told me when you sleep with one person, it’s like sleeping with seven people. I would like to know my exposure. From an STD perspective.” Am I brazen for asking the question?

“I’m not into one-nighters. Including you, I’ve probably slept with fifteen women.” His nostrils flared slightly.

Fifteen. My lucky number. Pressing my lips together, I paused to calculate. “If I’ve done my math correctly, the total would be one hundred and five.”

“I assure you, I don’t have unprotected sex.” His jaw clenched, creating a tension in his face.

“You are only the second man I’ve had sex with.”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugged.

“Why?”

“That was the past.”

Funny, I don’t think his issues from his past are behind him.

On the way home from dinner, Marc turned on the CD player in his car. He skipped through the songs until “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” began to play. Is he trying to tell me something? Regardless, I appreciated the sound.

As we silently rode up in my elevator to my condo, I wrung my hands and watched until the light stopped on floor fifteen.

“Thank you for dinner, Marc,” I murmured.
“You’re welcome,” he answered. “I’m totally jet-lagged so, I‘m going to head home.” He kissed my hair and began to turn away.

“Marc?”

“Yes?”

Say something. “Drive safe.”

“I will.” He gave my hand a squeeze. “Good night.”

I went to the bedroom, kicked off my heels, and fell on my bed. My eyes began to sting with tears. Moxie jumped up beside me and licked my face.

Is there something wrong with me? With him? I slammed my fists on the bed.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Do you want a cookie, Moxie? Maybe we’ll both have a cookie.” Her big brown saucers stared up at me.

On my way to the kitchen, I heard a knock. Is it Marc? Did he forget something?
I opened the door. Marc stood in front of me. Under the shadow of his knitted brow, his eyes darkened to a deep, sea blue.

Is he going to tell me adios?

He stood silent. I steadied myself.

“Did you forget something?”

“No. I mean, yes,” he stammered. “I forgot this.”

He pulled me close, covered my mouth with his lips, and plunged his tongue deep inside. I was shocked, confused, and totally turned on.

He held his kiss as he moved me through the doorway and skillfully pushed the door shut with his foot. I tore my mouth away and said, “I thought you were jet-lagged.”

“I got a second wind.” He continued to devour me with his mouth.

He unbuttoned my jacket and slid it down my over my arms. As he kissed and nipped at my shoulders, my breath caught in my throat.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” His voice was rough.

This time I led him to my bedroom. I walked him over to the edge of my bed and pushed him back on the mattress. He looked a bit stunned, but pleased.

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Author Bio

Cynthia Pomranz lives in the Midwest with her husband. She has two beautiful daughters, and a shih tzu that thinks she is a retriever. Cynthia earned a BA from Knox College, graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa. After years of writing software training manuals, she followed her heart and wrote her first romance novel with the love and support of her family.
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Hearts Last Chance (The Chosen) ~ Kenzie Michaels

HeartsLastChance_Draft2Today I sat down with Brock Robertson, or BaRok-do you even have a last name on your planet?

 

Yes I do, but it’s too hard to translate into English.

 

I see.  Brock is currently the hero in Heart’s Last Chance, which is book #1 of a new Sci-Fi Romance series.   What do you think of the title?  Do you think it should have had your name in it?

 

I don’t think ‘Brock’s Last Chance’ would sell very well.  So no.

 

Explain something to me.  You say you’ve been watching Tricia since she was four years old.  How old were you when you met her?  Didn’t your parents have any say about you traipsing the galaxy?

 

(Squirms)  I was a precocious teenager.  And you have to remember, time moves faster on TriJupe than on Earth.

 

True, but still, isn’t that a little creepy?

 

Kenzie, every time I appeared to her, I was in an age-appropriate form.  It’s not like I was a twenty year old man trying to talk to a ten year old girl.  When Tricia was four, she simply saw a young boy her own age petting her dog.  By the time she was ten, she was using telepathy to speak to me, though she didn’t know it at the time.  I planted tiny suggestions in her mind-not harmful ones, mind you.  Sometimes it would be ‘Math is fun’, and she’d stick out her tongue and start complaining about having to learn her multiplication tables.

 

Okay, I believe you!  Tell me about your family.  Any siblings?

 

I have two brothers and two sisters.  My oldest brother NiKoh lives in his own dwelling on the other side of our Trade Area, and is in our military.  My older sister SaLie is also in our military, as a healer.  She lives at home, as does my younger sister, KiRah.  My brother LoGar is an ambassador on a neighboring planet.  KiRah has not yet reached maturity, and is pre-bonded to her Chosen.  Am I making any sense?

 

(Laughs)  Yes, yes you are.

 

Good.  Holding you all together is our wise mother.  My father passed away a few seasons ago, so I’m glad my sisters are still at home.

 

So you’re a close family then?

 

Very close.

 

What is your occupation?

 

On TriJupe, I work as Financial Advisor to our Council of Elders and for our Prime family, or leader.  When I met Tricia in human form, I told her I was an investment broker, which is similar.

 

If I may ask a personal question…is there enough sex in the book for you?

 

(coughs)  Personally, I think there is too much!  Why did you have to go into such detail?

 

Sex sells, Brock.  One of my best sellers has almost the same amount of bedroom scenes.

 

I see.  So you’re hoping our story will sell well?

 

Yes.  I’m….trying to relocate and more money in the bank would be nice.

 

That explains your obsession with houses in KiRah’s story.  Plus, I’d be happy to advise you on the housing market-

 

Thank you, but you’re a fictional character, and I like my realtor.  We’re getting off subject a bit.  I’ll admit some of my house hunting has crept in, and while we’re talking about your sister, are you planning to make an appearance in any of the sequels?

 

Only if you think I need to be in them.  I do expect to be invited to any homecomings, Bonding Ceremonies, or any gatherings my mother throws.  She likes to entertain.

 

Thank you so much for your time, Brock.  Here’s an excerpt from Heart’s Last Chance, in which Tricia learns more about customs on TriJupe.  Enjoy!

 

Blurb:

Everyone has an imaginary friend at some point, right?  Well, what if you discover yours is actually an alien who is

fascinated with Earth?

 

Tricia Alexander’s dreams are haunted by a mystery lover.  When she discovers the man she met in a nightclub is from another planet, will she accept his story or kick him out?

 

Brock was young Tricia’s imaginary friend and confidant, and watched her grow up over the years.  After gaining permission from the leaders of his planet, he sought to bond with her twice before, but with little results.  When he’s given a final chance, will he succeed?  Or will a family crisis prove too much?

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

“I no longer need my mother’s permission to bond with my Chosen. She will accept you, simply because I happen to be her favored son.” Brock smiled and rubbed small circles on her lower back. “However, there is something else I must prepare you for.”

 

“You already told me to expect silver people, with multi-colored hair.”

 

“Yes. This concerns my brother LoGar and his mate.”

 

Tricia relaxed against him again. “What about them?”

 

She felt Brock take a deep breath. “DaSie has another mate. LoGar is her second. This means they have a tri-union, and any children she has with him will be given her Primary’s name.”

 

Tricia’s mind whirled. “What? Why? He’s okay with this?” This was straight out of one of her favorite series of books, only alien-style. “Is your brother all right in the head? He doesn’t mind sharing? That’s insane! Every woman’s dream, but still insane.”

 

His arms tightened around her. “I did not observe you dreaming of being with two men at the same time.”

 

Tricia kissed his jaw. “What did you call me sleeping beside Tony while you were in my mind a few weeks ago?”

 

“That was different. I knew you were dissatisfied with him and it was only a matter of time before we were to meet. What are you saying? You would take another?”

 

“Oh God no. I’m a one-man woman, you know that. I’m just saying, if the timing was right, and I had enough alcohol in me, and two guys wanted to do me at the same time…” She was too embarrassed to go on.

 

“Ah. I get it. What is daily way? I have not observed…”

 

Tricia placed her hand over his mouth. “It isn’t a custom, it’s a series of romance books. A fictional town where tri-unions are normal. It doesn’t exist in America, except maybe behind closed doors.”

 

“This is a fantasy of yours then?”

 

Thanks for having me today!

 

 

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#Review ~ After the Heartbreak ~ Emily Mims

After the Heartbreak

by Emily Mims

Published by Boroughs Publishing Group

Blurb:

After facing horror and heartbreak alike, two U.S. veterans of the Iraq war are about to find their happily-ever-after.

Available at Amazon:

Review:

Someone is targeting wounded warriors. As if the suffering for our country wasn’t enough! Cathy and Beto are both wounded warriors that met during counseling sessions. Attracted to each other and starting to date, Cathy is raped and Beto was knocked unconscious while the deed was done. He came to and killed the perpetrator. A Hero, right? People are a little more complicated than that.

Beto is heartbroken that Cathy endured that while he was unable to help. He blames his legs, thinking himself as less than whole. He doesn’t realize how his behavior is affecting Cathy.

Cathy is horrified and terrified and now, since Beto has stepped back from the romance that had begun twining around them, feels dirty and ashamed. She begins to pull back from Beto. He believes it is because she thinks he can’t protect her and his spiral downward continues. It is a nasty cause and effect, turning a nightmare even worse.

I’d love to see more about the other people mentioned in After the Heartbreak. An interesting story line that keeps moving and captures your interest. The emotional pathos that Cathy and Beto feel are heart wrenching. After the Heartbreak is a touching look at the emotions faced by this segment of our current young population and is a tribute to their courage and selflessness in the face of war and the terms that they now have to live with for the rest of their lives.

hearts 4

Flames 3

 

From me to you Friday- Tamara- It’s in the News

newspaper articleThis article ran in the September 5th edition of the News Democrat http://www.thenews-democrat.com/34816/1247/1/front-page, one our local papers. Not a big deal to most people, I’ll admit. But it was a big deal to me. The lovely lady who submitted the article is a friend of my mother’s (and mine too) She HAS read my books! Thank you Candy! I really needed the sale! And she has been a huge supporter of me emotionally in my career.

So today I’m tooting my own horn!

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Here is the review from InDtale Magazine which entered A Special Kind of Love in the RONE Awards  http://indtale.com/reviews/contemporary/special-kind-love

Sharon Daily and her son Aaron have headed west to Gaines, Wyoming for a new start.  Aaron has Asperger’s Syndrome and is not easily accepted by others, including his own father, so Sharon is determined to make a happier life here than the one they left behind in Chicago.  She had not anticipated prejudiced attitudes shortly after meeting firefighter, Tanner West. His Native American heritage makes them a target.  After a dangerous fire breaks out that puts her son in jeopardy she realizes that her choice to move regardless of the obstacles was the right one.

This story, which imbues a mother’s devotion and love for her son with their unique situation, reaches out to the reader. The step-by-step information begins to dominate, however, making one’s interest and focus start to sway while impatiently waiting for the love connection between Sharon and Tanner to really get going.  Tanner is a confident and sexy man who is hard to ignore.  His character gets attention as soon as he is introduced. His compassion clicks with Sharon and the sparks are not far behind. Their love scenes are fully engaging with the kind of love we all dream about. The emotion and drama is amplified towards the end which ultimately delivers a robust and most enjoyable story!

Margaret Faria

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 A divorced school teacher, estranged from her family, wants to start over. Sharon Daily moves to Gaines, Wyoming with her ten year old autistic son, Aaron. She hoped to find kindness and acceptance in this small town. She wasn’t looking for love…

Tanner West, the Fire Chief of Gaines, seems to have it all. Great job, loving family, and any woman he wants to warm his bed at night. But, Tanner has suffered too. A Native American in a white world, he longs to find love and acceptance. He is ready for more than someone to share his bed. He wants someone to share his life. And Sharon really lights his fire.

Making a life with Sharon will require A Special Kind of Love.

Excerpt
“Hello?”
“Hi, beautiful.”
The deep baritone of his voice rolled over her skin like a caress. She felt hot and cold at the same time and goose bumps crawled down her spine. She was in such big trouble.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” she cooed.
“I don’t want to scare you off, but I really had a great time today. I want to get to know you better. I thought Aaron would be asleep by now and we could talk.”
“He is…asleep I mean. What do you want to talk about?”
“Where are you?”
“Um, I’m in bed.”
“Oh, man, now I have that visual in my head. I’ve been dreaming about you in bed. In my bed.”
Dang this man was coming on strong. But I kind of like it.
“Really? You are a naughty boy.”
“You have no idea. What are you wearing?”
Sharon laughed. “Sorry to ruin your fantasies, big boy, but I’m wearing flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt. I’m sure that’s not what you pictured.”
“I was picturing nothing…” Sharon barked a laugh “That’s not what I meant! I mean I didn’t have anything specific in mind.”
The poor guy was stammering. She loved being able to fluster him.
“What are you wearing, Mr. West?”
Silence met her question.
“Tanner?”
“I’m not sure I should answer that question.”
“Fair is fair, I answered your question. Now answer mine.”
“Boxer shorts,” he mumbled.
She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. She knew he was muscular, she could just imagine his chest, smooth and tan. Would he have a hairy chest or smooth? Smooth she bet, considering his Native American ancestry. A six pack, at least and maybe a happy trail heading down behind the waistband of his shorts. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Do they have smiley faces on them?”
“No, never. SpongeBob.”
She laughed again. When was the last time she had laughed this much? Not in too long to remember.
“I don’t believe you.”
“No, really they’re just plain. But I made you laugh.”
“Yes, you did. You do that a lot. Thank you.”
“I love the sound of your laughter. I want to hear it all the time.”
That had to be about the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her.

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So in Celebration of my 15 minutes of fame I am giving away a copy of A Special Kind of Love to one lucky commenter! Just leave me a comment telling me why you want a book! Couldn’t be any easier, could it?

I love you all! Thanks for stopping by!

Hugs Tamara!

Sale Blitz ~ Amie Nichols

99c Sale – 3 books in 1!
Take advantage of this fabulous deal from Amie Nichols. All three full-length novels from her Deep Blue Series have been combined into this fabulous omnibus.
For three days only, you can purchase all three novels for just 99c by downloading this series edition. To celebrate, Amie has put together a fabulous giveaway too.
Deep Blue Impact,
Book 1 
Aubrey Jackson ran, and ran far after a horrible tragedy that happened in Texas as a teenager. Moving to London to attend school she returns to the states after her father dies. Taking over his company, she’s committed to succeeding. She isn’t interested in a relationship, wanting to settle into her new life before even dating.
But Ian Bradson saw her, and he had to have her. Unable to control the chemistry between them, Aubrey gives in to the one thing she swore not to do.
Their chemistry keeps them coming back to each other, and Ian is on cloud nine.
When Aubrey’s past is thrown at them in the most unexpected way. Aubrey shuts down, and Ian is afraid he will lose her. And that is simply not an option. Continue reading