tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14203305436066320082024-02-20T18:56:44.757-05:00Cozy Mystery Writer: Violet IngramThe ramblings of a writer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-89106711309400024972015-05-21T15:02:00.000-04:002015-05-21T15:02:50.908-04:00Brenda Drake's The Voice ContestHere's my entry for Brenda Drake's The Voice Contest. My query letter and the first 250 words of a cozy mystery.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Crawling under her neighbor’s front porch, cat
rescuer Kayla Maloney discovers a dead body - the human kind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With the arrest of grumpy Mrs. Willoughby, Kayla
finds herself stuck with her neighbor’s cat hating Chihuahua. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Eager to restore peace and quiet to her happy home
while facing possible unemployment and eviction thanks to the antics of her
lovable but absentminded grandmother, Kayla agrees to help Mrs. Willoughby. She
may wish she had nine lives when her search leads to a clever killer purrfectly
content to arrange a permanent catnap for Kayla.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">MEOWING FOR MURDER: A Cat Rescuer Mystery is a
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
glanced at the alarm clock and did the math in my head calculating just how
many hours of sleep I’d get if I miraculously fell asleep right that very
second. Unfortunately the answer was not nearly enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">With
the air conditioner broken and my landlord in no particular rush to fix it, I’d
been sleeping with the windows open, desperate for even the slightest breeze. Tonight
it was so danged miserable even the crickets had had the good sense to go to
sleep<i>. Lucky them.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
adjusted my pillows and for my effort I was rewarded with a glare from my
bedmate Max, a seal point Siamese. We’d begun cohabitating since last year when
I’d rescued him from a trash can behind the town’s only laundromat. I closed my
eyes and once again attempted sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
held my breath trying to figure out what had woken me. Max was no longer on his
pillow. As I sat up I heard the meow of one determined and ticked off Siamese.
I raced through the house calling for him silently chiding myself for expecting
him to respond. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
found him staring at the front door. The hairs on my arms stood up. Had he
sensed a prowler? I looked around for something to use as a weapon. Sadly, my options
were limited to a coat rack, an umbrella, and a pair of muddy gym shoes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the umbrella, I glanced down at Max and for just a moment wished I’d rescued a Doberman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-49757870990215178622015-04-13T12:47:00.000-04:002015-04-13T12:47:15.632-04:00New ReleaseI can't stop smiling whenever I look at this cover. It is wonderful.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">PI Kim Murphy’s staycation is rudely interrupted by a dead body that simply refuses to stay put.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-33118678773644419682014-10-31T15:05:00.000-04:002014-10-31T15:05:20.319-04:00Guest Author Spotlight - Victoria Sue<div class="MsoNormal">
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years locked away in a psychiatric facility because her uncontrollable alpha
rages are inexplicable in a human world. Orphaned when she was a baby, she doesn't
even know what she is. All she knows is what they've always told her. Wicked.</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">At twenty-six years Mac helps his famil<span class="textexposedshow">y run Raleigh Point, a group foster home for abused or
abandoned shifter babies and children. Beyond taking on an occasional tracking
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has to change. He discovers Lisa is not only drugged and damaged, she’s his
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-10262876480091678892014-10-26T22:27:00.003-04:002014-10-26T22:27:54.612-04:00Guest Author Spotlight - Vikki Vaught<div class="MsoNormal">
Thank you, Violet for asking me to participate on your blog
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<span style="background: white;">Violet Ingram writes
cozy mysteries and is published by Secret Cravings Publishing. She has an
awesome book trailer on YouTube that you will want to watch about her recent
release, Death by High Heels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I’m going to talk about some of my heroes from my trilogy
and my most recent release, <i>To Live Again</i>,
written under the pen name, V.L. Edwards, published by Secret Cravings
Publishing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Montgomery Family Saga is set in Regency England. All my
characters are figments of my imagination. I love strong alpha-males with a
tender side. What woman doesn’t? I tend to write either a tortured soul or a
chief, but I’ve also thrown a bit of a swashbuckler into the mix in my
Montgomery Family trilogy. <i>To Live Again</i>
is an erotic historical romance also set in Regency England, my favorite time
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<i>Lost Pleasures Found </i>by
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Henry Montgomery, the Duke of Sanderford, my first hero, is
a chief, a leader of men. He is the man that others look to for answers. He is
a man who seizes control whenever possible. He loves fiercely with intense passion
and will protect his loved ones to the death. When he meets Melody
Canterfield-Smyth, he falls hard and irrevocably in love from the first moment
his gaze meets hers. He immediately sets out to win her heart and does. While
he is a wonderful protector, he is also very possessive, which later in the
story causes him a great deal of unnecessary pain. Thank goodness, he has the
ability to love or all would have been lost and Henry and Melody might not have
found their ‘Happily Ever After’.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Love Sneaked In </i>by
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Matthew Cunningham, the Earl of Collingswood, is a bit of a
rake and my swashbuckler archetype. His major downfall is that he loves women, whether
they are short, tall, thin, or plump, if she is female he loves her. At a very
young age, his father forced him into a marriage, hoping to tame him, but it has
the opposite effect. When his father dies, he has a rude awakening. He must
pick up the reins of his falling down estate and find a mother for his twin
daughters. Matthew has always lived for the moment, seeking pleasure and good
times, going through life with a ‘devil may care’ attitude. Now he has to accept
responsibility. He meets Lady Helen and immediately knows she is the perfect
solution for his dilemma. Fortunately, Lady Helen wants to be a mother beyond
all things. Before either expects it, love sneaks in, catching them both by
surprise! <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Turned Around by Love</i>
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Jonathan St. John, the Marquess of Sutherland, is truly a
tortured, lost soul. When he’s injured during the Battle of Waterloo, he’s left
with a bad knee, his betrothed calls off the wedding, and he is tormented by
horrendous nightmares. He is filled with angst and unbridled passion. He keeps
himself apart from his loved ones and never forms any lasting relationships,
vowing to remain a bachelor for the rest of his days. As he drifts from day to
day, going from one mistress to another and carousing with his superficial friends,
he lives a dissolute existence. On top of all this, his reliance on the bottle,
to alleviate his pain, becomes a serious problem. Then he meets Lady Kathryn,
the portraitist, and she turns his life upside down. Kathryn inspires him to
want a better life, and even though, he knows he doesn’t deserve her, he wants
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<i>To Live Again </i>by
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Warren De Winter, the Earl of Broadmoor, is another
tortured, lost soul. I did mention I love that Archetype. When he loses his
wife, he becomes a recluse, living only for his son. He’s drawn away from all
his friends and family and no longer attends the House of Lords. He has a dark
secret. Warren now seeks his pleasures on the streets of London In the dark of
night, looking for a whore to fulfill his deepest desires. On one of these
monthly excursions, he meets Amelia Harrington, a young woman he believes is a
whore. What he finds is an untried virgin and a gentlewoman at that. Compelled
to marry her, he vows to keep the steel cage around his heart. What he did not
reckon for is Amelia’s determination to teach him to live again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy reading!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5 by
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Paranormal Fantasy Romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Blurb:</b> When The
Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving
innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing
stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power
kindles a womanly flame within her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade,
Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing
to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae
bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a
dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he
do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will
he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls
into one? <o:p></o:p></div>
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She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Memorable Quote:</b>
“Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lost
in her thoughts, Garnet ran up against something hard and springy, and a sharp
point pricked the soft flesh of her thumb. She squeezed off the pain with her
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She
had already made it to the fence line and hadn’t even realized it. Sucking in a
deep breath, she cleared her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. She had
to edge around the boundary to the north side of this large piece of private
property to gain access to the portal. Then she’d hunker down in the bushes and
wait on the demon Borros.<o:p></o:p></div>
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swiftly again, she cut a wide swath away from the metal fence. Snorting sounds
came from within one of the corrals she had noted early this morning when she
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Bearing
around the corner to head north toward the portal, a splash of incandescent
green appeared and then disappeared in front of her. Startled, she blinked and
reached into her coat pocket for the revolver. The weapon lay cold and
substantial in her hand. She stilled her body to a midnight silence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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eerie green reappeared and dashed around her body without spotlighting her in
any way. It formed a mysterious elongated glow. She clamped down harder on the
gun handle to stop her hand from trembling, while shifting positions to keep
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Her
mind tumbled over possibilities. The light couldn’t be swamp gas, as it seemed
to proceed purposefully. Its movement created a slight whirring sound. A will
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weapon. Whirling around, she came face to face with—a man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A gasp
escaped her lips. With his substantial height, he towered over her. A faint
greenish residue of light illuminated him enough so that the fierce scowl on
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She
swallowed, fingering the sheath of one of the knives in her pocket. Damn it,
next time she’d bring a backup piece. She forced herself to speak, but despite
her efforts, her voice rasped. “Give me back my weapon.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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sonorous growl reminded her of a feral animal. “Not so fast. What the hell are
you doing sneaking around my property with a firearm in the middle of the
night?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Buy Lord of Fire:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Amazon: </b><a href="http://amzn.to/1nzt1Bs">http://amzn.to/1nzt1Bs</a><u><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<b>Secret Cravings
Publishing:</b> <a href="http://bit.ly/1FKwWBu">http://bit.ly/1FKwWBu</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae
paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus
moon, or a 5<sup>th</sup> generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She
pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances with fairies, goddesses,
ghosts, angels, demons, and other magical beings. The Wytchfae world brims with
dimensions parallel to our own. Some are welcoming, others dangerous and
forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love
will always shine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Connect with
Flossie:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Website: <a href="http://flossiebentonrogers.com/"><span style="color: blue; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">http://flossiebentonrogers.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Goodreads author page: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6553203.Flossie_Benton_Rogers"><span style="color: blue; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6553203.Flossie_Benton_Rogers</span></a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hi
everyone. I have kidnapped Violets blog for this posting and whilst I’m here
running wild, I thought I should at least give some kind of introduction! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> My name is Jennifer Davies, and I am a newbie
author at Secret Cravings and my first YA romantic fantasy called Children of
Annwn : The Promise was released in September. It is the first in a trilogy,
and at the moment I’m about a quarter of the way through the second which is
taking me in such a different direction, but it’s very exciting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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am 48yrs young and having the time of my life doing exactly what I love, which
is writing. I’m a wife, a mother of four boys, a daughter, a sister, a
pet-lover, a yard sale fanatic, a lover of romance, an avid reader, a blogger,
a campaigner for finding the cure for Alzheimer’s, a lover of music, a wannabe
singer, and in my other life before kids, I was a nurse/ midwife...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was born and raised in Wales, UK, but I now live on the East Coast, USA!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I started writing late in life and whilst my life was changing
as it does for many women my age. I started to write at probably one of the
most stressful times just after I had left Wales for the second time. This time
it was worse because I left behind my oldest son and my elderly mother. There
were dark days, and out of that was born my love story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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full-length novel, but I am half-way
through an adult paranormal, plus I have several stories that need finishing.<br />
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Here’s an excerpt!<br />
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She s<span class="textexposedshow">tared at his long dark lashes, which framed
his beautiful chestnut-brown eyes. Their rich color drew her in. He was
spellbinding. She couldn’t breathe, and watched, mesmerized, as he lowered his
head to brush his lips over hers. Shivers exploded down her spine, and her
heart rocketed into space.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">“I don’t want to be hit again. Are you sure?” he
said, raising an eyebrow and laughing.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Yes, kiss me, but if you don’t stop messing with
me, I will hurt you.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">The heat level in the room rose, and the air
stilled, as his steely gaze washed over her body and he pushed her against the
wall. He captured her hands with his and kissed her lips. Small kisses to
start, then deeper, more urgent ones, and Mia yielded to his possession. He
leaned into her and pulled her closer, so that his tongue explored and tasted her.
Lost in the overwhelming ripples of sensation, she wrapped her arms around him,
and breathed his intoxicating scent in. Cocooned against his strong body, she
never wanted it to end. Finally, she lifted her head, only because she needed
to breathe. Ryder was grinning at her as she touched his face in wonder and
smiled, her anger long forgotten.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">“Tell me more about our life in Annwn,” she
whispered.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><br />
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If anyone would like to connect below are a few ways that you can and of course
links to the book!</span></span><br />
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="background: white;">FB Author page</span></span><span style="background: white;"><br />
</span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Davies/1421409368089313"><span style="background: white; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Davies/1421409368089313</span></a><span style="background: white; color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Web-site</span><br />
</span><a href="http://www.jenniferowendavies.com/" target="_blank"><span style="background: white; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">http://www.jenniferowendavies.com/</span></a><span style="background: white; color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Links for the book!</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Sweet craving store.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-82131577586733046052014-10-21T14:32:00.000-04:002014-10-21T14:32:14.540-04:00Guest Author Spotlight - Tricia Andersen<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Breaking
The Silence (Hard Drive Series #2)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Release Date: September
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Publisher: Sweet
Cravings Publishing (</span></b><a href="http://www.sweetcravingspublishing.com/"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">www.sweetcravingspublishing.com</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Genre:
Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery,
a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the
octagon?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love ‘em and leave ‘em
attitude. That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine
who lost her hearing when her transport was destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in
Afghanistan. He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his
friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her. <o:p></o:p><br />
Avery has worked hard to overcome her deafness. She doesn’t need anyone’s
sympathy. She’s living a perfectly normal life and has no time for celebrities
who have everything handed to them on a silver platter. <o:p></o:p><br />
Because of Avery’s pride, Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a
secret. But how long can he keep such a huge part of his life separate
from the woman he loves? And if she does find out, how will she react?
Can Avery set her stubbornness aside, or will secrets and pride keep these two
apart?<o:p></o:p><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Excerpt One:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The next
day didn’t fare much better for Rico. Another late shipment meant another
afternoon arriving late at the gym. Fortunately, there was no class for him to
teach. It was just a night to work out and answer questions, if need be. And it
was the last day he needed to worry. By noon tomorrow, Max would be home and
back at the helm of his own ship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">At the
off ramp red light Rico noticed a text message. He clicked to open it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way
here?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rico
sighed. <i>Now I’m Chloe’s delivery service?
I didn’t agree to this.</i> He quickly typed on the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">From where?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He
waited for a response. As the light turned green, his phone chimed. He glanced
at it before the traffic moved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">That cute coffee shop down the road. Thank you.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rico
sighed as he tossed his cell on the passenger seat. Driving past the gym with a
growl, he didn’t stop until he reached the strip mall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He
stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark
stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee, and other trinkets.
Another set of shelves was lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and
overstuffed recliners were scattered among the tables with mismatched chairs.
Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his
presence. He laughed. <i>I might just have
to get a date or two before I leave.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rico
sauntered to the counter, where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order.
After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on
a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then
glanced up behind the counter again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He lost
his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he
believed in was love at first sight. But in this moment, he was a true convert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The
barista barely came to his chest. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around
her shoulders. Her frame was small, with perfect curves in all the right
places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him
to hand him his drink, her eyes glittered a clear, crystal blue. She smiled
then turned to fulfill the next order.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His
picture was on posters, in magazines.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">And she
didn’t say one word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He was
baffled. He gripped the coffee and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he
parked his Jeep at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number, not
from any of the women in the shop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He
rubbed his forehead, puzzled. He didn’t want <i>any</i> number. He just wanted the barista’s. But for the first time in
his life, a woman wasn’t interested in him. He was still shaking his head when
he strode into gym and plopped the paper cup down in front of an equally
perplexed Chloe. Before she could even utter a syllable, he stormed out of her
office and onto the mats.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rico
spent the rest of the afternoon working the speed and punching bags, hoping for
a little bit of relief from his memory of the barista. He couldn’t get her out
of his head. After a couple of hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jogged up
the steps two at a time then ducked his head into the office.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Need
another cup of coffee?” he volunteered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Chloe
lifted up the empty cup. “I just finished this one. I’m—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Another
cup coming right up.” Before Chloe could object, he was down the stairs and out
the door. He hopped in the front seat of the Jeep, fired it on, and sped away.
He brushed his fingers through his thick, brown hair as he waited at the lone
stop light that separated Hard Drive from the coffee shop. He glanced at his
reflection in the rearview mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Then, he
checked again. Yes, he looked incredible. The barista may have been able to
blow him off before. She certainly wouldn’t miss him this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rico
stepped inside the cool, dimly lit store and glanced around. There were fewer
people lounging than there were earlier. A couple of girls that had been there
before waved in his direction. He ignored them as he approached the counter,
frowning as he did so. The redhead greeted him with a goofy grin. “Need another
jolt of java, bro?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Ummm…yeah.”
Rico scanned behind the counter as he paid for the coffee. “Where’s the blonde
who was here earlier?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The
redhead shot him a puzzled look. “Avery? You know her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Not
yet. But I’d like to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Her
shift is over. She’s heading to class. She just left to wait for the bus.” The
barista handed him a paper cup. “Hey, aren’t you that MMA guy? I think I’ve
seen you fight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Yeah,
probably.” Rico grabbed the drink and raced outside, never looking at the girls
who now were vying for his attention. He searched up and down the sidewalk for
the blonde barista. He picked up his pace again as his eyes landed on her
standing at the corner, still dressed in her white blouse and khakis from the
restaurant. A large, sky blue backpack nearly bursting at the seams was slung
over her shoulder. She checked her watch as the bus crawled to a stop before
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Hey!
Hey!” Rico shouted as she stepped on. She never turned, never acknowledged him.
The door closed behind her, and the large beast chugged on its journey, leaving
a dumbfounded Rico behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Excerpt Two<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The weekend finally
arrived, but it was no break for Avery. She still had her early Saturday
morning class to attend. She trudged down the steps wearily. Of all the times
for the air conditioning to go out, this was the worst by far. The
ninety-degree day seeped into the building, making the rooms hot and stagnant.
Every last person in the classroom was drenched in sweat. Even for one class,
it was unbearable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Her face brightened as
she stepped out the door and found Rico in his Jeep waiting for her. She nearly
ran for the vehicle. Dropping her backpack on the floor, she climbed in beside
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He looked at her
concerned. <i>Are you all right?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No
air. I baked for the last hour.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Do
you still want to do something?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yes.
You are the highlight of my day.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Where
do you want to go?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Someplace
cool.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico thought for a
moment then grinned. <i>I know the perfect
place. But you are going to want to bundle up.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It
is the middle of summer. Where are you taking me?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">You
will see.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico drove her home
then waited in the Jeep for her to get clothes. Apparently, he wasn’t about to
push his luck with Lindsay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He then stopped at his
place. Instead of having her wait in the car, he escorted her inside. His
apartment was a loft in an old, renovated warehouse, complete with the freight
elevators. It was sparsely decorated with a leather sofa and chair. It was the
typical guy’s apartment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There were several MMA
magazines scattered on the end tables. <i>He
must really be into mixed martial arts.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It only took a moment
for Rico to come out of his bedroom changed. Instead of the shorts and T-shirt
he had worn before, he now had on a pair of jeans and a snug fitting Henley
that accented his muscles. She swallowed back a moan. She hadn’t thought he could
get any hotter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He smiled. <i>Ready?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yes.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">
Avery took his outstretched hand in hers. She waited as he locked the door then
walked with him to the elevator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico weaved from one
interstate to the other until they were in Saint Paul. The entire time, he held
her hand in his. He parked the car in front of a large, concrete building lined
with windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Ice
skating?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> she signed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He laughed. <i>You wanted to be cool.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That
is true. But I can’t do this.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He frowned.<i> Why not?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I
can’t ice skate.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">You
do not know how?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I
do. When I was young, I was very good at it. But I cannot do it now.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Because
you are deaf?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He smirked at her.<i> I did not realize that you ice skate with
your ears.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That
is not funny, Rico.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Come
on, Avery. We’ll have fun. I promise I will not let you fall.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She gazed at him as he
grinned at her. Her eyes wandered over his chiseled physique. He certainly
could keep his word. She sighed as she hopped out of the passenger seat and
turned back to him.<i> All right. Let’s go.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Absolutely!
</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico
jumped out with her and raced around the vehicle to take her hand. He pulled
her close and wrapped his arm around her waist as they strolled in.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico paid their
admission as Avery slipped into the restroom to change into her lightweight
sweater and jeans. She watched his eyes wander over her head to toe as a smile
spread across his face. He certainly seemed pleased. He took both pairs of
skates the attendant offered before following her to a bench. Then, they tugged
on their skates and, carefully stepping on the thick, black mat on the floor,
they made their way out to the ice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They skated around the
rink laughing, sometimes hand in hand, sometimes trying awkwardly to race each
other. Avery hadn’t been ice skating in years, not since she’d lost her
hearing. It had ended up on the virtual list of activities she stubbornly
believed she could no longer do. Rico had proved to her she could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She gazed up to him as
he smiled at her. He certainly was turning out to be her hero. Not that she
needed one. She didn’t. But it was definitely nice to have one, just in case.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They were so wrapped up
in each other, neither of them noticed the little boys that flew between them
until it was too late. The last one hooked his skate with Avery’s. She was off
her feet in a split second. She clenched her eyes in anticipation of the cold
impact on her butt. Instead, two strong arms kept her from falling. Her eyes
fluttered open, and she glanced around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rico had caught her
just as he’d promised. Her eyes locked with his sapphire blue ones. She wanted
to protest, to joke just how cliché this was. Here he was, cradling her in his
arms after saving her from falling, his lips dangerously close to hers. They
must have looked like they belonged on the front of a romance novel. But her
breath caught in her throat as she clung to him, her gaze drifting to his
mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She gasped as he
gathered her closer and softly kissed her. Her fingers buried into his hair as
he deepened it, his lips parting hers as his tongue slowly grazed across her
teeth then tangled with hers. Their eyes met for a moment as the kiss broke.
Avery fought against her breath coming out in ragged gasps, but it was no use. <i>So, that’s what kissing Rico Choate is like.</i>
It was light years better than she had imagined.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Tricia
Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her
sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the
University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood
Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications
Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do),
Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and
field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of
Writers Online Network. She is also a
member of the Romance Writers of America.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Theresa Wallach - The First Lady of Motorcycling</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An inductee of the American Motorcycle Association (AMA) Hall of Fame and the first Vice President of the Women’s International Motorcycle Association, Theresa Wallach was born April 1909 in a part of London surrounded by motorcycle factories. Growing up surrounded by factory workers, including test riders, racers and engineers, of iconic British brands of BSA, AJS and Norton, she had no chance of escaping the mystic hold motorcycles exercise on those of us who are susceptible.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"When I first saw a motorcycle, I got a message from it," she said. "It was a feeling – the kind of thing that makes a person burst into tears hearing a piece of music or standing awestruck in front of a fine work of art. Motorcycling is a tool with which you can accomplish something meaningful in your life. It is an art." </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Road Rider Magazine 1977</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Even her contacts in the motorcycle industry could not sway the gender bias and gain her entry into a local motorcycle club. Undeterred she developed her skills, competing in local motorcycle meets often taking home prizes. Imagine how the men of the time must have felt!</span><img alt="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_iOCysf47Cu8YjOYUF_fBLQprHSTDi2XhPJtqjNC_pDdMs-7Blg" height="172" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/xe4nm6FfiNFxzEd7om6zlGXd-Q4R_CnzOlkuwg8-6Fpp6AfQ-XijEs5UKBq4DgMd4PKB7fdRoOpf3ThH1o-Gubi72kytj0Jjj_HchWm-DaSQnjE6Krbrhf142fx_L_9aZOqqUzVEDns" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.00rad); border-image: none; border: currentColor; transform: rotate(0rad);" width="267" /></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">1935 was a year of triumph. With her friend Florence Blenkiron, Theresa set off on a journey which can only be described as epic. Riding a Panther 600 cc single with side car and trailer, the girls left London for Cape Town. A journey which today would challenge both man and machine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The girls crossed the Sahara and rode through the middle of the continent to Sth Africa. Along the way the negotiated passage with the French Foreign Legion, met Nomads. Travelling from oasis to oasis, staying in local villages the girls encountered wild life of all sort including gorillas. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An engine failure in the middle of nowhere forced the girls to push their bike 25 miles to the next village. Theresa’s engineering studies were invaluable when she rebuilt the engine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Upon return to England Theresa, this time with the approval of the establishment, went back to racing and captured the British Motorcycle Club’s pinnacle award – the Gold Star after circling the Brooklands circuit on a 350cc Norton single at over 100Mph.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Her refusal in 1952 to sell BSAs to three businessmen after seeing their inexperience set her on the path of teaching new and novice riders. She set up the Easy Riding Acadmey and taught hundreds of students the fundamentals of safe riding.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.motorcyclemuseum.org/halloffame/detail.aspx?RacerID=309" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://www.motorcyclemuseum.org/halloffame/detail.aspx?RacerID=309</span></a></div>
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<a href="http://motorcyclesandwomen.com/motorcycle-women/women-and-motorcycles/motorcycle-women-stories/108-famous-women-motorcycle-riders" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://motorcyclesandwomen.com/motorcycle-women/women-and-motorcycles/motorcycle-women-stories/108-famous-women-motorcycle-riders</span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Blurb - It’s not easy being a girl in an all-male world. Penny McIntyre has to fight every day to hold her place on the race track. Her lifelong dream of sponsorship is realised when she is offered the chance to ride as part of a Justin Byrne’s 600cc motorcycle team. At long last her dreams are in reach.</span><img height="332" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/NbzEXGWAfOGl9qNePhkxtbtL-6I_2CU3dlgk0VUzUsHYOCk3Lv_dtCYQROTcOS4HEQGMw6rUNWRVzHRH12cEUz7IlvWVmGMR7TdnF1_9_QYoCwZ7ZMJ11gkRJ3nlmFQm6fBJuG6kxpo" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.00rad); border-image: none; border: currentColor; transform: rotate(0rad);" width="221" /></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Bryce? Is that you? Are you okay?” Anxiety clawed at her as she stepped through the door, pausing for a second to let her eyes adjust to the light which filtered through the gaps in the walls. Penny stepped forward and stopped. She stood in the middle of a workshop surrounded by hot rods and motorcycles.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Across the barn she saw Bryce or rather his back. He hung from a ladder-like device. Unlike a normal ladder this had only one rung, the one Bryce gripped with bent arms pulled into a chin up. Suspended one meter in the air, he thrust the rung upward into a new seat. A grunt exploded from Bryce as his muscles uncoiled to move from the rung from one bracket to the next.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Penny watched, mesmerised as the muscles in his body tensed and exploded cobra-like into motion. She found herself at the edge of Bryce's work out area as he dropped to ground, landing as lightly as any dancer. As he reached for a towel, his tattoos danced in the sunlight reflected from his glistening skin. They enticed her to come closer, teasing her as she fought every urge to touch him, to feel his strength beneath her fingers. As her eyes grazed his body, the heavy scarring on his left side just below his ribs jumped out at her. Then she saw more scarring down on his right thigh. Unbidden, her hand flew to her mouth. What could have happened to cause such horrific injuries?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bryce turned, no surprise registered on his face. “What brings you here?” His flat tone sounded almost unwelcoming and his dark eyes seemed to bore right though her soul.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Self-conscious, Penny wiped her hands on her jeans. “I need your help.” He dropped to the floor and relaxed into a stretch, never taking those damn eyes off her. “I was wondering...What I mean is…” She clenched both hands together with her words jumbling as they left her lips. Breathe, relax. She took one more deep breath before ploughing on.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Mick got jumped by a couple of thugs the other night. They messed him up pretty badly. He is in no condition to help with my pit work and won’t be for some time, I suspect. After seeing you work on my bike the other day—oh by the way, I didn't thank you for your help.” Her words came fast, tumbling over themselves to get out her mouth so she could get out of here, away from Bryce.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">With liquid grace, Bryce rose to his feet. “Would you like a coffee? I have a fresh pot made not too long ago.” Without waiting for an answer he turned and headed toward the stairs which led to a mezzanine floor. As Penny followed, she could not take her eyes of his heavily scarred back and shoulders. They were magnificent and led the eye down to the tightest butt she’d seen in a long time. She had an eye level, ringside seat as she climbed the stairs behind him. Wow, sex on a stick. She shook her head in an effort to redirect her thoughts to something more mundane. She came here to talk business, not fantasize how his butt might look out of those shorts.</span></div>
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<a href="http://gwgibsonauthor.weebly.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://gwgibsonauthor.weebly.com/</span></a></div>
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/guy.gibson.1466" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">https://www.facebook.com/guy.gibson.1466</span></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-82536374966570484462014-10-14T12:51:00.001-04:002014-10-14T12:51:04.021-04:00Guest Author Spotlight - Kathleen Ball<br />
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Sexy Cowboys and the women who love them...Finalist in the 2012 RONE Awards.
Top pick, five star series from the Romance Review. Kathleen Ball writes
contemporary western romance with great emotion and memorable characters. Her
books are award winners and have appeared on best sellers lists including
Amazon's Best Sellers List, All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Desert Breeze
Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing Best Sellers list. She is the
recipient of eight Editor's Choice Awards, and The Readers' Choice Award for
Ryelee's Cowboy. There's something about a cowboy....<o:p></o:p><br />
www.kathleenballromance.com<br />
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Dawson Ranch Series--- Alice's Story, Texas Haven, Ryelee's Cowboy<br />
Lasso Springs Series- - Callie's Heart, Lone Star Joy and Stetson's Storm<br />
Cowboy Season's Series -- Summer's Desire, Autumn's Hope, Winter’s Embrace,
Spring’s Delight<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">His brown eyes were filled
with grief. The heavy shadows under his eyes indicated a lack of sleep, and his
shoulders slumped in defeat as though he was about to fall over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Wrapping her arms around her middle, she stared at him. He was a
big man, tall with wide shoulders. Somehow, he looked shrunken. “I’ll stay and
make sure you eat. I’m assuming the job is still open.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Colt took off his tan Stetson and slapped it against his thigh.
His dark hair hung past his collar, and it looked soft blowing in the cold
wind. “Look, I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. There is no job.
I don’t know what Caleb told you, if he really invited you here at all. It’s
not his style to bring girls home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Spring’s heart was in a vice that kept tightening. “He offered
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> “Ed, take her back.” The bitterness in his tone was loud and
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> “No can do. This little gal was promised a job, and I think you should
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> “Fine.” Old Ed turned and walked to his truck. When he got the
door, he turned toward Colt. “You know I don’t go around handing out advice,
but if I was judging by the way you look, I’d say she needs to stay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Colt's eyes raked her over, making her nervous. Finally, he
sighed. “Let’s go inside, and get you something warm to wear before I take you
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bigger than she’d pictured. The exterior was wood, covered in peeling paint,
but the front porch looked ample. It was hard to judge, however, with all the
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thought it might be chilly still, but she didn’t have the money to buy a
heavier coat or boots. She felt stupid arriving in her windbreaker and
sneakers. The snow must be due to melt soon. Warmth was in full bloom in Texas
already. Sure, there was a bit of snow remaining at home, but this whole area
was still a blanket of cold, white snow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and great room were connected, and a roaring fire in the massive stone
fireplace welcomed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nodded and cleared a place on the cluttered, threadbare couch. Caleb hadn’t
exaggerated when he’d told her that they were barely keeping their heads above
water. She didn’t mind poor. It was what she’d known all her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Spring glanced over her
shoulder and grinned. In her eyes, he spotted happiness and it warmed him. In
two long strides, he was beside the ladder. She gingerly turned on the steps as
he reached his arms up to her. The way her face lit up gave him the confidence
he needed to scoop her up and hold her against him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“What are you doing?”
She laughed as he put her down but he didn’t let go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I’ve had something on
my mind for a while now.” He studied her dusty pink lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“What would that be?”
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wedding. Amy is determined to uncover what happened to her husband. How could a
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together her missing memories. As the pair work together, they find that Amy’s
actual past reveals a scenario that is so horrifying that it forces them on the
run, not knowing whom they can trust. Will Amy’s newly recalled memories
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<o:p> </o:p>Morgan Wyatt exists and writes in a world of chaos and
insanity. It is no secret that creative mind is often linked with abnormal mind
or “abby normal.” Many of our most
creative minds in history were also unbalanced ones. It is only fitting that
during the day I work with the mentally disturbed and write in the evenings
while watching <b>Cash Cab</b>. My day job
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reader, editor and reviewer, but not at the same time. My career choices have
run the gamut from Army to minister’s wife to organic dairy farmer. Currently,
I keep the mentally disturbed calm, or perhaps I merely entertain them with my
versions of reality. My writing does not hold to one style, but instead flirts
with fiction and non-fiction equally, while occasionally rubbing up against
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/Holly/AppData/Local/Microsoft/Windows/Temporary%20Internet%20Files/Content.IE5/6OZZS8DR/www.morgankwyatt.com">Website</a> <a href="file:///C:/Users/Holly/AppData/Local/Microsoft/Windows/Temporary%20Internet%20Files/Content.IE5/6OZZS8DR/www.facebook.com/AuthorMorganKWyatt">Facebook</a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/morgankwyatt">Twitter</a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/search?utf8=%E2%9C%93&query=morgan+k+wyatt">Goodreads</a> <a href="http://pinterest.com/morgankwyatt/">Pinterest</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Morgan-K.-Wyatt/e/B008EEC4EY/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1370798169&sr=8-2">Amazon</a><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Spending time with a dead guy, being interrogated by the cops and getting stitched up by a cute ER doc wasn’t exactly the evening plans private investigator Kimberly Murphy envisioned. Especially the getting caught standing over a dead body, again, part. Only this time it wasn’t her fault. Just once she’d like it if homicide detective Grant Tompkins didn’t assume she was guilty. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">To clear her slightly tarnished name, Kim goes after the clever killer while avoiding a certain hot homicide detective determined to put her in handcuffs – and not the pink, fuzzy kind – not that she’d mind. Too bad Kim’s efforts lead to dead ends and even more dead bodies. Kim will need all her skills and a bit of luck to outwit a killer who’d like to put an end to Kim’s meddling permanently.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>Sunday evening</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Cops hate it when you vomit all over their crime scene—a mistake I had no desire to repeat. Then again, the fact I’d just trampled all over this scene was probably a whole new mistake I should have avoided. I stared at the corpse and fought the urge to hurl. If only I hadn’t answered the door, I’d be eating dinner instead of standing in my neighbor’s apartment looking at a dead guy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Said dead guy was just sitting there in the chair. You would think he was asleep—if not for all the blood and guts spilled onto his lap. I tore my eyes from him and asked the question I most wanted the answer to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“What the heck did you hit him with?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Lindsay dropped the strand of blonde hair she’d been twirling and glanced down at the floor. “My shoe.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Huh?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“I’ve already told you. Twice. I hit him with <em>my shoe</em>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Damn it, Lindsay, you can’t kill someone with a shoe!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“<em>Hello</em>, they’re <em>Via Spiga</em>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Ugh.” I glared. There was no way in hell she had done this kind of damage with a shoe. If she had, women would soon be saying goodbye to their much-beloved accessory. Men--even NRA members—would insist on an instant ban of the deadly yet sexy weapon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">I set my hands on my hips. “Any idea how he got this giant hole in his stomach?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“What? No, I hit him and ran.” Lindsay’s face paled and she leaned against the doorframe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Come here and see if you recognize him.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Gross, no way. Besides you’re the detective you figure out who he is.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Technically, I was a private investigator, a fact that had continually escaped my neighbor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Get over here!” I turned toward her and spotted Lakeview, Ohio’s oldest beat cop standing behind her, his gun drawn. It would have been scary if only he didn’t look like Santa Claus dressed as a cop for Halloween. With the beginnings of a snow white beard and a pot belly in the making.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Ah hell,” I muttered. “Hey Duncan.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Kim Murphy. Oh man, the Chief’s gonna be pissed,” Officer Duncan said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“We don’t really have to tell him, do we?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“You don’t think he’s gonna find out his daughter got herself mixed up with another dead guy? You didn’t kill this one too did you? Wait, don’t answer that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“I didn’t kill him. Jeez.”</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-32551927907325782762014-09-17T09:37:00.002-04:002014-09-17T09:39:43.248-04:00Author Spotlight Guest - Kai Strand<div class="MsoNormal">
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series. There will be a separate set of cards designed for each book – so be
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Jeff Mean would rather set fires than follow rules or
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until he learns he has superpowers and is recruited by Super Villain Academy –
where you learn to be good at being bad. In a school where one kid can
evaporate all the water from your body and the girl you hang around with can
perform psychic sex in your head, bad takes on a whole new meaning. Jeff
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wonder who is good and who is bad. His rescue is the climactic episode that
balances good and evil in the super world. The catalyst – the girl he’s crushing
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“I
guess I’m not comfortable being <i>something</i>. I’ve never aspired to do much
of anything and it seems like a lot of pressure to suddenly learn I’m
supposedly a super villain and that I have to learn how to do it right.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“You
don’t have to do anything, kid. You are what you are. We are just here for you
if you want to learn how to do more.” Pyro leaned back in her chair and crossed
her leg. “Let me start closer to the beginning. Once upon a time…” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“Yes,
I am. This is no fairytale.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“How
many of us are there? Is this the only school or are they everywhere? What
happens if I decide not to get training?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“Whoa,
boy! Rein in the questions. I’ll get to them.” Pyro’s foot bobbed as she
studied Jeff. “I don’t usually recruit. I work in administration, a fundraiser.
They asked me to take you on because they suspected you had fire. So let’s
start there.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Pyro
explained Mr. Sims initial encounter with Jeff and how he’d reported to Tubs.
“That’s when Tubs got me involved. See, Sims felt your S.V. energy when you
blew to fan the flames. Since you were playing with fire, Tubs suspected you
had it and he knows that fire is a dangerous new ability and best taught by
someone with experience. You know, when I first saw you, kid, I thought they
were making way more of it than was needed. You were hanging out with your
friends. Giving your sister a hard time. Taking out the trash like a good son,
but there was nothing about you that struck me as special. Or even super for
that matter. But then you did something that changed my mind completely.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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chair then slouched back down again. He felt very conflicted hearing that Pyro
had been shadowing him for so long and he hadn’t even known it. “What? What did
I do?”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">“It
didn’t. You have fire in your hands, just like I do.” Pyro raised her right
hand, palm up. Her fingertips were already swollen and throbbing. A spark
emitted from each finger and flowed together in the center of her palm. A
marble sized ball of fire ebbed and crackled in the middle of her hand. She
studied it. “When you learn control, you’ll be able to start fires whenever you
want. But what is unique about you, is you will also be able to douse them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Jeff
shrugged and blew on the fire as if extinguishing birthday candles. A thin
frost doused the flame and coated Pyro’s hand. Jeff blinked, thinking he was
seeing things. He scraped a finger through the frost on her palm and touched it
to his tongue. Cold and wet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pants leg. “Fire and ice. I can’t even begin to imagine how you do that. But,
Jeff, I can tell you no one has ever had opposing elements. Ever.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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falling in love with all the characters in the book. I loved the different
abilities each one of them have. Kai did an outstanding job writing this book.
I could not put it down. It is filled with lots of action and even some
romance. Everything you want in a book. Victoria for Page Turners Blog<o:p></o:p></div>
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When her children
were young and the electricity winked out, <b>Kai Strand</b> gathered her
family around the fireplace and they told stories, one sentence at a time. Her
boys were rather fond of the ending, “And then everybody died. The end.” Now an
award winning children’s author, Kai crafts fiction for kids and teens to
provide an escape hatch from their reality. With a selection of novels for
young adult and middle grade readers and short stories for the younger ones,
Kai entertains children of all ages, and their adults. Learn more about Kai and
her books on her website, <a href="http://www.kaistrand.com/"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">www.kaistrand.com</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-45725830667480360602014-09-16T13:43:00.000-04:002014-09-16T13:43:38.214-04:00Author Spotlight Guest - Molly DanielsPlease welcome Molly Daniels<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Everyone has an imaginary friend at some point, right? Well, what if you discover yours is actually an alien who is </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">fascinated with Earth? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">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?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">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?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“Are you enjoying your stay so far?” Brock stabbed the lettuce, wishing for the fourth time in the last hour his father was still alive. He craved his father’s wisdom, after discovering the person he now looked up to the most had betrayed him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“I’d enjoy it more if you’d fill in some of the blanks for me.” She laid a soft hand over his. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Brock winced. “Apparently LoGar allowed KiRah to accompany him on one of his many trips to Xaxa, and is intrigued with their, ah, way of life. Plus, it seems my baby sister witnessed RiKar and a member of his household sharing an intimate moment. Since that member was not RiKar’s Chosen, KiRah has taken it upon herself to…make herself available to him.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Tricia gasped. “I got the impression she was waiting for—what’s her future mate’s name again?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“DaTil. I did also. Apparently, SaLie has informed her there are other alternatives out there.” Brock put down his fork while shaking his head. “I should not have checked KiRah’s mind. There are some things a brother should never know about his sister.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">He heard Tricia snort, and looked at her as she tried to hide her laughter. “You find this amusing?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“I’m sorry.” She covered her mouth with her hands. “I imagine you saw them ‘in the act’?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Brock winced again. “KiRah and I have always been close, and she hasn’t learned to conceal certain images. So yes, the image of her entwined in RiKar’s arms is a bit repulsive.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Composing herself, Tricia wiped her eyes. “Do you want me to talk to her? It seems as if she needs someone to confide in.” She put the last of her sandwich in her mouth. “It’s hard enough, with her mother and now her brother knowing her secret. And since I know what it’s like to have a parent walk in on me, I can sympathize with her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Brock grinned. “I had nearly forgotten that. Your mother arrived home and caught you naked in the hot tub with—”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“Yes, and it scared the hell out of me.” Tricia turned a becoming shade of pink. “I don’t think I invited any boyfriends to my house ever again.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">“Personally, I was happy. Watching you grow up was painful at times, especially when you discovered your sexuality. I could not reveal myself to you yet, and I so wanted to be your first.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks for having me today Violet! Here's where I can be found:</span></div>
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<b>Website: <a href="http://www.mollydaniels.wordpress.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">www.mollydaniels.wordpress.com</a><u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>Blog: <a href="http://kenziemichaels.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://kenziemichaels.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com</a><u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>Face Book Page: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Kenzie-Michaels/248105468603737" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr>pages/Author-Kenzie-Michaels/<wbr></wbr>248105468603737</a><u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kenzie-Michaels/e/B004TYM7FE/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Kenzie-<wbr></wbr>Michaels/e/B004TYM7FE/ref=ntt_<wbr></wbr>athr_dp_pel_1</a><u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>ARE: <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.allromanceebooks.<wbr></wbr>com/storeSearch.html</a><u></u><u></u></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-59557553353851163242014-09-05T12:04:00.000-04:002014-09-05T12:04:09.064-04:00Guest Author HD Smith<div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Dark Hope</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Genre: Mainstream Paranormal/Urban Fantasy</span></div>
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<br /><b><i>Loving a demon isn't the end of the world—losing him is.</i></b><br /><br />Claire, the Devil’s assistant, knows very little about the world she was dropped into five years ago, when she inherited her mother’s unpaid debt to the Demon King. She certainly didn’t expect to be a contender for the Fallen Queen’s throne, a target for the Druid King’s mafia, or a suspect in the murder of Junior, the Devil’s oldest hell spawn.<br /><br />In a last ditch effort to save her life and get out of her deal with the Devil, she sets out to solve Junior’s murder only to be taken prisoner by the four most dangerous immortal hell spawn alive.<br /><br />Not to be out done, the Pagan Queen Mab, claims Claire for entering her realm uninvited. She has an old debt to settle with her brother the Devil. Taking Claire from him after losing her years ago is just icing on the cake.<br /><br />Will Claire win her freedom, and save herself from the Devil? Or be trapped by Mab forever?</div>
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<b>Goodreads link</b>: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22818108-dark-hope" style="color: #818181; text-decoration: none;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22818108-dark-hope</a><br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-27251634764858657572014-08-29T09:51:00.006-04:002014-08-29T09:51:59.513-04:00Spotlight on author Krysten Lindsay Hager<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<b>True Colors</b> by
Krysten Lindsay Hager<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Tagline:</b> A little
competition can really bring out people’s true colors.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Blurb</b>: Landry
Albright just wants to be one of the interesting girls at school who always
have exciting things going on in their lives. She wants to stand out, but also
wants to fit in, so she gives in when her two best friends, Ericka and Tori,
push her into trying out for a teen reality show modeling competition with
them. Landry goes in nervous, but impresses the judges enough to make it to the
next round. However, Ericka and Tori get cut and basically "unfriend"
her on Monday at school. Landry tries to make new friends, but gets caught up
between wanting to be herself and conforming to who her new friends want her to
be. Along the way she learns that modeling is nowhere as glamorous as it seems,
how to deal with frenemies, a new crush, and that true friends see you for who
you really are and like you because of it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Back Cover Blurb</b>:
<i>Every day I walked down the sidewalk to
school and wished I were one of the interesting popular girls who ran up with
exciting news. Just once I’d like to be one of those girls instead of the being
the one who didn’t get invited to things because people “forgot” about me.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Landry Albright gets pushed into trying out for the American
Ingénue reality show modeling competition with her two best friends. She
doesn't think she stands a chance, but she advances to the next level in the
competition and her friends ignore her when they get cut.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Enter the gorgeous Devon Abrams, who also makes the first
cut and includes Landry in her clique. Devon becomes the perfect best friend,
but can their friendship survive the competition?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Landry hopes her big break could come at any moment, but
soon sees there's much more to modeling than just getting your hair done and
looking pretty. She begins missing out on being with new friends like Ashanti,
a girl who truly has Landry's back. Landry also has the chance to have a
boyfriend when she meets a boy named Vladi from another school.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of Landry wants to be famous (and have her hair look
good for once), but part of her just wants to be accepted. She learns about
friendships, being true to yourself, and that a good hair conditioner doesn’t
hurt either.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While I was deciding whether or not to chicken out, the
stage manager, Georgia, started having the girls go out on stage. I overheard
somebody say one girl fell out of her shoe as she stepped on the runway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Is she okay?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah, she’s fine. She just pretended to have two heels on and
walked on her tip toes,” Georgia said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I would have burst into tears and run off the stage — kind
of like I did when I was four years old and in a dance recital. We were
supposed to be little ballerinas and have scarves attached to our tutus, but my
mom was still in school at the time and she came home late and forgot to give
me my scarves. So all the other little girls pulled out their scarves, and
there’s a video of me looking on either side of my tutu for my scarves and then
bursting into tears crying “Mommy!” as I ran off the stage. My grandmother said
I was adorable, but I don’t think it was any coincidence my grandfather died
two weeks later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At least I didn’t have to worry about missing scarves
tonight. All I had to do was focus on not tripping. If I could just make it
down the runway and back, I’d be fine. Unless, of course, I suddenly came down
with Tourette’s Syndrome and started swearing live on the air… but I’d know if
I had Tourette’s, right? It doesn’t just come on out of nowhere, does it?<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay, girls. Your group is next,” Georgia said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I took a deep breath. All I had to do is say, “My name is
Landry, and I’m from Grand Rapids.” Easy—as long as I didn’t get the dry heaves
or puke into the microphone and electrocute myself…or get diarrhea on live TV.
Why did I ever go to the audition in the first place? Everything was fine when
I was just boring old Landry fading into the background. The girls at school
were a lot nicer to me when I was nobody special. I mean, before this stupid
competition I had friends, but now it seemed like there was no one I could
trust. Maybe if I lost this stupid thing I could go home and everything would
be back to normal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay, girls. You guys are next.” Georgia pushed me in the
back. “Don’t forget to smile,” she said in my ear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then the girl in front of me morphed into a different
person. She straightened her spine and walked with a little skip in her step.
“I’m Desiree, and I’m from Sterling Heights,” she said in a low sexy voice.
Great, I had to follow her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m Landry, and I’m from Chicago, Illinois,” I said. I
moved away from the microphone and realized I said “Chicago” instead of “Grand
Rapids,” so I went back to the microphone to correct myself and slammed into
the next girl. She acted like she didn’t notice, but I had hit the microphone
and it made a shrieking noise. I heard laughter. People were laughing at me. On
television. I wanted to die.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I saw Georgia gesturing at me to
get off the stage, and I walked off. I had been practicing my stupid runway
walk for weeks and for what? A chance to humiliate myself on live TV? I’ve
always been sorta accident prone. If anybody was going to do something stupid
and embarrassing it was probably me, but I thought I could control myself for
two seconds on live television. I’m such an idiot. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Author bio: </b>Krysten
Lindsay Hager is an author and book addict who has never met a bookstore she
didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and also writes middle grade, YA,
humor essays, and adult fiction. TRUE COLORS is her bestselling debut novel from
Astraea Press. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in South Dakota,
Portugal, and currently resides in Southern Ohio where you can find her reading
and writing. She received her master’s in American Culture from the University
of Michigan-Flint.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Amazon.com: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/True-Colors-Krysten-Lindsay-Hager-ebook/dp/B00L2G0YJS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403419976&sr=8-1&keywords=krysten+lindsay+hager">http://www.amazon.com/True-Colors-Krysten-Lindsay-Hager-ebook/dp/B00L2G0YJS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403419976&sr=8-1&keywords=krysten+lindsay+hager</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Barnesandnoble.com: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/true-colors-krysten-lindsay-hager/1119742726?ean=2940149747658">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/true-colors-krysten-lindsay-hager/1119742726?ean=2940149747658</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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itunes: <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/true-colors/id890673002?mt=11">https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/true-colors/id890673002?mt=11</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Kobo: <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/true-colors-17">http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/true-colors-17</a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449308">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449308</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Amazon UK: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/True-Colors-Krysten-Lindsay-Hager-ebook/dp/B00L2G0YJS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403420109&sr=8-1&keywords=krysten+lindsay+hager">http://www.amazon.co.uk/True-Colors-Krysten-Lindsay-Hager-ebook/dp/B00L2G0YJS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403420109&sr=8-1&keywords=krysten+lindsay+hager</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Website: <a href="http://www.krystenlindsay.com/">http://www.krystenlindsay.com/</a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KrystenLindsayHagerAuthor">https://www.facebook.com/KrystenLindsayHagerAuthor</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/KrystenLindsay">https://twitter.com/KrystenLindsay</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Pinterest: <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/krystenlindsay/">http://www.pinterest.com/krystenlindsay/</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Instagram: <a href="http://instagram.com/krystenlindsay">http://instagram.com/krystenlindsay</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22444090-true-colors">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22444090-true-colors</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Book Trailer: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96jxcUH54hU">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96jxcUH54hU</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Google+: <a href="https://plus.google.com/+KrystenLindsayHager/posts">https://plus.google.com/+KrystenLindsayHager/posts</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Amazon author profile: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Krysten-Lindsay-Hager/e/B00L2JC9P2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">http://www.amazon.com/Krysten-Lindsay-Hager/e/B00L2JC9P2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1</a><o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-17457580466524767302014-08-15T18:19:00.000-04:002014-08-15T18:19:28.895-04:00Spotlight on Author Susanne MatthewsAuthor Bio: <br />
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Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s <span lang="EN-CA">always been an
avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever
after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and
present, and soared into the future. Today, gets to spend her time writing, so
she can share her adventures with her readers. She loves the ins and outs of
romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the
last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their
own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and
love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Book Blurb for Echoes of the Past:</div>
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Born Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle
Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the
ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of
her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to
make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the
Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge
of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her
future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele,
the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths?
Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins
by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred
waters, and fulfill her destiny? <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>He lays on
his side on the animal hide, his head propped up on his elbow, watching her
sleep. How long does she think her excuse of gathering roots and snaring
rabbits will last, especially when she has so little to show for the time she’s
been away?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The naked
woman beside him stretches in her sleep. Her copper skin glows even in the
dimmest light. Her ebony hair spreads fan-like around her head. Her features
are fine, her lips lush, begging to be kissed. When open, her almond-shaped
brown eyes, flecked with gold, add to her exotic beauty. She’s unlike any woman
he’s ever known, and he’s known many despite his mixed blood. It’s craziness to
stay here like this, but he can’t leave without her. The odds of getting caught
increase with every visit she pays to his secret grotto, but he loves her more
than he’s ever thought possible.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>He reaches
for her, runs his calloused hand down the side of her warm, silky torso. Her
nipples pucker at his touch. Her eyes open, and she smiles. She raises her arms
and pulls him down on top of her. His lips meet hers with an insatiable hunger.
His tongue delves into her warm, willing mouth, feasting on her sweetness, and
he hardens painfully.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Without any
warning, the dreamscape shifts, and he runs through the brush, fleeing for his
life. Twigs and branches tear at his buckskin garments. A thorn bush rakes his
face. If he’s caught, it’ll mean torture and death, but he isn’t worried about
himself. He worries about her. Has she gotten back safely? He slows his pace.
Through the trees, he looks over at the far side of the lake and sees her tall,
lithe figure standing on the beach. Her beauty, grace, and majesty set her
apart from the other squaws. Those harridans point and scream, but she stands
still, wrapped in the woven, quilted blanket she showed him not two hours ago.
He doesn’t dare stop for a better look. His heart thunders in his ears, his
side aches, but he increases his speed, pushing his painful muscles beyond
their limit. The enemy approaches, but she’s safe, and that’s all that matters.
He doesn’t see the log across the path. He stumbles and falls…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Tony Steele awoke with a start. His heart pounded,
and sweat covered his body. His ragged breathing dragged air into his oxygen
deprived lungs. His muscles screamed and cramped the way they did after a
particularly grueling cross-country race. <i>Not
again.</i> For weeks now, these strange dreams had haunted him. Dreams? Hell.
These memories lingered as if it he’d actually done these things.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He shuddered despite the heat emanating from his
body. He rose, went to the window, and opened it slightly. He breathed deeply,
hoping to calm himself, knowing it wouldn’t happen any time soon. He glanced
into the parking lot. Through the curtain of rain, he noticed Aaron’s car
parked once more in the lot, but not in its regular spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somewhat cooler, he shut the window. He raised his
hand to his stinging cheek, surprised to feel wetness there. He padded into the
bathroom, turned on the light, and stared in the mirror. Blood seeped from the
ugly red scratch on his face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-46031726571310972402014-07-29T12:33:00.000-04:002014-07-29T12:33:24.200-04:00Writing Process World Blog Tour<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This week I’m
participating in the “Writing Process World Blog Tour." I was invited to
join by author Krysten Lindsay Hager. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Krysten Lindsay Hager is
an author and book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s
worked as a journalist and also writes middle grade, YA, humor essays, and
adult fiction. Her debut novel, TRUE COLORS, about friendships, frenemies,
modeling and middle school, was released this summer. You can find her reading
and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows. Find her at: </span><a href="http://www.krystenlindsay.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">http://www.krystenlindsay.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Her first book True Colors is available now
from: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Itunes: </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/true-colors/id890673002"><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/true-colors/id890673002</span></a><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><br />
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Barnesandnoble.com: </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/true-colors-krysten-lindsay-hager/1119742726?ean=2940149747658"><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/true-colors-krysten-lindsay-hager/1119742726?ean=2940149747658</span></a><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><br />
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Kobo: </span><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/true-colors-17">http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/true-colors-17</a></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Here’s a little
about me: I’m a wife, for over 24 years and a mom of five. I write Romance and
Mysteries. My first book, DEATH BY HIGH HEELS, is available from Sweet Cravings
Publishing. I’ve lived in Ohio all but five years of my life. Those five years
were spent in St. Petersburg, Florida. The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books were
the first books I loved. I still have quite a collection of them. I can’t get
enough NCIS, The Good Wife, The Walking Dead, Nashville, and Elementary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As part of the blog hop, all of us are answering the same
four questions about our writing process. So here goes!<br />
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1) <b>What am I working on?</b><br />
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I’m currently working on the second book in the Kim Murphy Investigator series.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">PI Kim Murphy’s
staycation is rudely interrupted by a dead body that simply refuses to stay
put. Kim’s exciting plans to sleep until noon are shaken when her best friend’s
aunt is arrested for murder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For Kim, helping her friend means ignoring hot cop
boyfriend Grant Tompkins warnings to stay away from his case. Kim is convinced
the real killer’s name is on the list of suspects she’s discovered. Too bad for
Kim, the killer thinks so too. If Kim’s not careful her love life may not be
the only thing taking a permanent vacation<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2) <b>How does my work differ from
others of its genre?</b><br />
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I believe Kim has a bit more edge to her and quite the mouth. She’ll do
whatever it takes to help a friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mysteries and Romance are the two genres I’ve read the most. I started out
writing a mystery. I was a bit surprised but pleased when romance weaved its
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Many writers listen to music while writing. I am not one of
them. If I like the music I get distracted and start singing along. This isn’t
just bad for my word count but for the whole family. I sound a bit like two
cats yowling. I get most of my writing done in the mornings and late at night.<br />
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Below is a list of the wonderful authors joining me on this blog hop who will
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Mika Jolie - </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmikajolie.com%2F&h=OAQH9fnJs" target="_blank"><span style="background: #F7F7F7; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;">http://mikajolie.com/</span></a><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;">Jennifer Davies - </span><u><span style="background: #F7F7F7; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;">http://welshjensblog.blogspot.com</span></u><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;">Susanne Lee Matthews - </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmhsusannematthews.wordpress.com%2F&h=OAQH9fnJs" target="_blank"><span style="background: #F7F7F7; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;">http://mhsusannematthews.wordpress.com/</span></a><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;">Cynthia Pomranz - </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cynthiapomranz.com%2F&h=OAQH9fnJs" target="_blank"><span style="background: #F7F7F7; color: #3b5998; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;">http://www.cynthiapomranz.com</span></a><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">CHAPTER ONE</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Cops hate it when you vomit all over their crime scene—a mistake I had
no desire to repeat. Then again, the fact I’d just trampled all over this scene
was probably a whole new mistake I should have avoided. I stared at the corpse
and fought the urge to hurl. If only I hadn’t answered the door, I’d be eating
dinner instead of standing in my neighbor’s apartment looking at a dead guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Said dead guy was just sitting there in the chair. You would think he
was asleep—if not for all the blood and guts spilled onto his lap. I tore my
eyes from him and asked the question I most wanted the answer to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“What the heck did you hit him with?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Lindsay dropped the strand of blonde hair she’d been twirling and
glanced down at the floor. “My shoe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“I’ve already told you. Twice. I hit him with <i>my shoe</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“Damn it, Lindsay, you can’t kill someone with a shoe!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“<i>Hello</i>, they’re <i>Via Spiga</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-90693794101943479252014-06-29T18:51:00.004-04:002014-06-29T18:51:38.469-04:00Check out this interview with Krysten Lindsay Hager author of True Colors. She might mention your's truly.<br />
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<a href="http://authorassist1.webs.com/krysten-lindsay-hager">http://authorassist1.webs.com/krysten-lindsay-hager</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-16027014975857282012014-06-16T12:09:00.001-04:002014-06-16T12:09:23.752-04:00Book TrailerThanks to <a class="twitter-atreply pretty-link" dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/VideosByO"><s>@</s><b>VideosByO</b></a> my book trailer is live on youtube.<br />
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Here's the link. Enjoy.<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiEN-jIMhTc"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiEN-jIMhTc</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-65870431970893184472014-06-09T12:02:00.003-04:002014-06-09T12:05:23.764-04:00So, I did it. I signed a contract with Secret Cravings Publishing. I'm so excited. My book DEATH BY HIGH HEELS is due out in July.<br />
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Below is a link to their site. I hope you hop over and find some books to read. I've already added 8 to my must read pile. Sigh. That stack is scary high but I'm brave enough to give it a try. :)<br />
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<a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/">http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-79537346891007733512010-04-16T11:17:00.001-04:002010-04-16T11:22:41.809-04:00The BeginningI love starting a new project. It is always so exciting in the beginning. A new idea for a new story. The only time the words come easily is when I truly enjoy what I'm writing. The last two books were moments of pleasure and days of struggle. I am starting this new one with hope that there will be more moments of writing bliss and less of trying to pull the words from my stubborn brain.<br /><br />Happy Friday everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-30793635844970223112009-10-27T13:55:00.002-04:002009-10-27T13:59:30.934-04:00The EndingI am so close to finishing this book that I can taste it. With a busy schedule this week I probably won't be able to be done until the weekend. I guess that's okay, I can start editing next week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-68850890935087288652009-09-15T13:53:00.001-04:002009-09-15T13:54:13.222-04:00Patrick SwayzeSimply, you shall missed. My heart goes out to family and friends of a wonderfully talented man who left us too soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420330543606632008.post-88948017238652297192009-02-23T13:35:00.003-05:002009-02-23T13:55:09.494-05:00KARMALast week a relative arrived, unannounced at our house. Now there are 7 people plus pets who all live in my house. All of these people, including me, make messes so why is it that I'm the only one that cleans up? Oh, that's right it's my job because I'm mom.<br /><br />I pretended to be ill and we talked in the foyer for a few minutes and then she left. You see the house was a mess. I had 2 large baskets of laundry in the livingroom waiting for someone, oh yeah me to put the clothes away. The house needed dusted and vacuumed but I just have been so busy writing that I've kind of neglected the housework.<br /><br />Well, I guess karma was paying attention because this weekend 3 of my kids and I were all sick with bad colds and headaches. I've been so tired from getting only 3 or 4 hours of sleep that I swear I'm about to loose my mind. Members of my family claim I already have.<br /><br />Here's wishing everyone good health.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1