Monday, July 6, 2015

I Think I Love You, by Iris Blobel, is my guest on Penny's Tales



I THINK I LOVE YOU by Iris Blobel
★★★ NOW LIVE ★★★

I THINK I LOVE YOU
Author: Iris Blobel
Series: Australian Sports Series #3
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
★★★ SYNOPSIS ★★★
Markus DeLeon and Sarah Winter’s lives couldn’t be more different… 

After three years away as the goalkeeper for an English soccer club, Markus has been happy to be back in Australia. He’d missed his family and friends, including Sarah. He’s known her since childhood, and often protected her from the teasing of other children and the troubling consequences of a broken home. 

When they attend their friends’ wedding, a new light is cast on their friendship… 

Sarah is fresh out of a bad relationship, and Markus has always been the one she can confide in. Maybe it’s the magic of the wedding—or how stunning he looks in a tux—but the attraction between them intensifies in ways they’d never imagined. 

But sometimes when risking what you have, you might lose everything… 

Following a passionate encounter, Markus isn’t sure how to handle this new aspect of his relationship with Sarah, and literally flees the scene for the coast. Sarah is unsure how to react to his sudden departure, but is soon knocked off course by misunderstandings and a frightening family emergency. 

Markus realises his mistake and wants to make things right, but he also faces obstacles. He’s been offered an exciting new job, and an attractive newcomer to the neighbourhood is eager to claim his attention, though the last thing Markus needs is another confusing relationship. 

Can Sarah and Markus face the fear and doubt—and the potential loss of their lifelong friendship—to give their love a chance?


★★★ PURCHASE LINKS ★★★

★ AUSTRALIAN SPORTS STARS SERIES 
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★ MEET THE AUTHOR 
IRIS BLOBEL
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Jesse Series



Jesse’s Find
Book One of the Jesse Series

What does a rancher do when he is in the middle of the Kansas plains and comes across a woman who has been shot, has an infant with her and has no memory of any of it.



Excerpt
Her expression was guarded as he approached.  “Who are you?” she asked.

“Jesse Mason.  I found you a few days back, about a mile from here.”

The girl scanned the room, as if looking for something.  “Can…can I please
talk to your wife?”

Jesse stiffened.  “I don’t have a wife.”

She took another step back.  “But…but the baby, and someone changed my
clothes.”

Jesse's Find - 99 cents




Jesse’s Nightmare
Book Two of the Jesse Series

Ginny and Jesse are expecting their first baby. It's almost April and even the snow that continues to fall doesn't dampen their moods - until something starts ripping apart the livestock.

But when Jesse comes home during a blizzard and finds his wife and daughter missing, he chokes on a fear that he hasn't felt in a long time!




Excerpt
She was making supper when Jesse came in. “You’re home early.” She didn’t look his way.

“Yea.” He put his hat on a peg and hung his jacket, watching her the entire time. Ginny was always there with a smile and a kiss when he came home. “Everything okay?” She didn’t answer, just nodded. “Ginny?”

When she looked up, her brown eyes were dark pools of unshed tears. She ran into his arms, sobbing.

“What in tarnation is wrong?” He held her as she cried. Finally he set her away from him so he could look into her face. “Is Sarah okay?” 

“Yes. This is silly.” She wiped her eyes and sat down at the table. For the first time Jesse saw the gun laying there. She met his eyes. 

“What happened?”


Jesse’s Nightmare, Book Two of  the Jesse Series – 99 cents




Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Sizzling PR Presents Jacob, Kings of Guardian by Kris Michaels


Genre:  Military Suspense/Erotic/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 2, 2015



Victoria Marshall didn't cooperate by dying in the Afghani hell-hole like the CIA expected. Defying all probability, a privately-funded black ops group led by a handsome, sexy-as-sin southerner pulled her out of the warlord's prison cell and brought her home. Even half out of her mind with pain Tori knew this man was special. She made a date with the commander to meet one year later at a restaurant of his choice. Keeping that date was the best thing she ever did.

Jacob King found little physically attractive about the woman he saved from the warlord’s camp, though it was hard to see what lay under the filth and suppurating wounds she suffered from countless beatings. He admired her brave humor in the face of her agonizing injuries. This kind of tough-minded woman was someone he'd like to know as a friend. He never expected the leggy, blond bomb-shell in the red dress who showed up for their date.

But then he never expected she would save his life, either. In a world of shadows, deceit, and dangerous covert missions, where people routinely vanish and living one more day was never a given, Tori and Jacob fight to build their happily ever after.



EXCERPT

Jacob glanced down at his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes as a line of limousines pulled up in front of the restaurant. He disregarded the town cars and cast his eyes down the street to find any woman who might be Tori. She would be tall. His eyes searched between several different women, all with escorts. Most of the people waiting for tables stood close to the huge outdoor heaters that warmed the beautiful front courtyard of the restaurant. His gaze skimmed the women standing in the area. No, nada, zip, zilch. Fuck.

He blew out a huff of frustration and disappointment. Damn it…he wanted to talk with her again. No, check that—he needed to talk to her again. The woman’s spirit had captured his attention. His leg bounced in agitation and impatience. Another long glance down the street. Nothing. Damn it…he didn’t care if she showed up covered in filth or dripping in diamonds. He just needed to see her, to talk with her, to make sure she had made it through the aftermath of the torture and the pain. He’d thought of her almost every day since he’d left her in Germany.

A slight shrug of his shoulder eased the ache. He adjusted the damn sling for what seemed like the tenth time. He wanted to go without it, but his arm wasn’t quite strong enough…yet. A weakness he couldn’t hide. His departure from the hospital against medical orders would land him in a world of shit. A mental shrug threw that concern away. He would deal with the repercussions. Screw it. If there was a chance to see her again, he was going to take it. Shit, the worst Gabriel could do is fire him again, right? Worth the price if she showed. At least he’d know she was alright.

*

Victoria tried to stop her nervous drumming of her fingers against the car door, but the alternative was to check her make-up…again. Her hand lifted to her hair to smooth it back. Damn, she just couldn’t sit still. Once again, she wondered if she had gone overboard on the dress and shoes. The flame-red angora wool dress hugged her body like a second skin and molded to her toned thighs. The combed angora gave the illusion of softness that almost forced a person to touch the fabric. Her breasts mounded tantalizingly above an ultra-low scoop of the neckline and the now nicely toned muscles of her long arms peeked from the shoulder to cuff slits in the sleeves. Her classic, four-inch black Louboutin pumps with the red soles that matched her dress made her six-foot, two-inches tall, but the man she remembered from the plane would still be taller. A simple, black leather rope necklace with her favorite diamond solitaire drop and diamond stud earrings completed her ensemble. She checked her lip stain and added some gloss.

For the first time in a long time, she worried about what someone thought of her appearance. The sensation sent a small tremble of fear that she tried to squelch. She wanted Jacob to see her for who she was now, not what she had been. A larger wave of anxiety washed over her at the thought he might not show hit her once again. Her fears had mocked her all year, but tonight they screamed for attention. He only kept you company. The talk of the date provided nothing more than a distraction to keep your thoughts from your injuries. Tori’s eyes misted as she fought the disappointment that threatened to overtake her.

Two years ago, these types of emotions wouldn’t have run rampant. What happened to that fearless woman? Life happened. Her time at the ranch in South Dakota had healed her body and therapy had helped her learn mechanisms to cope, but from time to time, the PTSD still kicked her butt. She blinked several times and tried to talk the fears away. She repeated reaffirmations almost as a mantra. I can do this. What’s the worst that could happen? Okay, so he doesn’t show. If he doesn’t, I’ll have a glass of wine while I wait for the car and go back to South Dakota. This date doesn’t impact who I am. Still…he would show. He had to.

The streetlights passed and she recalled the steel blue eyes of the mercenary who’d saved her life. She saw his massive muscled shoulders and chest, the way he towered over his men and the way his uniform accentuated his wonderful physique. Tori blushed at the desire she felt. For weeks after the rescue, she had meticulously recreated every memory, every glimpse she’d had of Jacob. When she recalled his sense of humor and his smile, the tenderness in his eyes and the gentleness of his hands, it brought her a warm sense of comfort. Lord knew she would recognize his voice at once if she heard it again. That deep southern accent with its rich timber surrounded her every recollection of him and visited her in dreams at night. Every detail of the man seared a profound and permanent brand in her memory.

The car slowed as it pulled near the front of O’Malley’s. The driver lowered the privacy glass and explained he needed to wait for the limo in front of them to unload its passengers. Victoria looked at her watch and noted the time. Ten minutes late. She worried her bottom lip nervously. God, she hoped the grace period he granted still applied. The young chauffeur pulled up, parked, exited the car and jogged around to her door. The driver opened the door with a flourish and held his hand out for Tori as she exited. At least thirty people milled around the immaculately landscaped courtyard, preventing Tori from seeing if Jacob waited for her.

*

Jacob looked back towards the front of the building, his impatience growing in exact proportion to his pain. A long sexy leg adorned with come-fuck-me-now stilettos appeared from the vehicle at the curb. He and every man in front of the establishment turned and admired, as a smoking hot blond emerged. Her mass of dark honey-blond hair veiled her face when she unfolded from the car. The fire engine red dress she wore should’ve been illegal. It molded every curve of an exceptional, toned body. Whoever that woman’s date was tonight had better have a gun. Damn, that woman was combustible. Discouragement started to set in. Where the hell was Tori?

The phenomenal beauty in the killer red dress finished her conversation with her driver and moved with graceful ease onto the sidewalk, her eyes focused on the front door. Well…fuck me. He couldn’t prevent the Cheshire cat smile that spread across his face as he recognized her. My God. He’d hoped she might be an acceptable looking woman under the filth and bruises, but damned if she didn’t surpass acceptable by miles. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, King… I think someone up there likes you after all. Tori scanned the crowd, and he stepped forward.

*

She recognized his towering stature the instant she saw him and her face lit up with an unadulterated smile of delight. With a self-discipline she didn’t know she had, she took her time walking up to him. Her eyes lingered on his dark grey Armani suit, black shirt, tie, and matching sling that held his left arm. The man was far, far sexier than she recalled. His broad shoulders stretched the suit jacket and he stood several inches taller than her heel-enhanced stature. Her body shivered with anticipation as she stopped directly in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

On a desire-filled impulse she leaned forward, careful not to touch his injured arm, and kissed him softly on the lips. “Thank you for not forgetting our date.”


Jacob’s eyebrows rose and his voice rumbled in a low whisper as his good arm circled her waist and held her in a light embrace. “If that kiss is for not standing you up, what do I get for rescuing you?”

AUTHOR BIO

Kris Michaels is the alter ego of a happily married wife and mother who loves to write erotic romance with a twist of military flavor.

A chance meeting and immediate friendship with an established author propelled Kris into a world where her lifelong fantasy of publishing romance novels came true! Her vivid imagination and erotic fantasies evolved into the Kings of Guardian Series.

Kris believes in meeting life head on...as long as there is an ample supply of coffee, whiskey and wine! She believes love makes this crazy life worthwhile. When she isn't writing Kris enjoys a busy life with her husband, the cop, and her two wonderful sons.

AUTHOR LINKS: Website | Twitter | Pinterest

GIVEAWAY

The author is giving away ecopies of Jacob to 2 winners of the below Rafflecopter.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Penny's Tales talks with Rochelle Weber!



I am thrilled to have best selling author, Rochelle Weber, on Penny's Tales.  Below is a bit about Rochelle's life and then she's on the hot seat!  She also talks about her book, "The Thin Person Inside"!

Rochelle Weber is a Navy veteran and holds a BA in Communications from Columbia College in Chicago with an emphasis on Creative Writing. “Would you like fries with that?” Her novels Rock Bound and Rock Crazy are available in both e-book and print. You can get The Thin Person Inside e-book is at MuseItUp Publishing, Inc. She edits for Jupiter Gardens Press, and is the Publisher of the Marketing for Romance Writers Newsletter, winner of the 2013 Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll for Best Writers’ Resource.

Rochelle battles demons including bi-polar disorder and obesity, quipping, “You haven’t lived until you’ve been the only woman on the locked ward at the VA.” Her song, “It’s Not My Fault,” won a gold medal in the National Veterans Creative Arts Competition. She’s lost over a hundred pounds and kept it off for over three years. She lives in Round Lake Beach, Illinois. She has two married daughters, four grandchildren, three step-grandkids, and one step-great-grandkid. Two cats allow her to live with them and cater to their every whim.

Interview:

PENNY: Why did you decide to write romance novels?

ROCHELLE: I’m lazy. Romance is easier to write than sci-fi or mystery. Besides, I’m a sucker for H-E-A endings.

PENNY: When did you first think about writing and what prompted you to submit your first ms? What genre is it?

ROCHELLE: I got bored when I had chicken pox, and wrote a very short story and then practiced ways of writing my author name. My mother kept the notebook it’s in. I wrote stories in high school and showed them to my friends, but never to any adults. Through a fluke (Fate!) I found myself working at an NPR station in Charleston, SC, and one of our producers read a letter I was writing home during lunch after a major arts festival. She said, “My God, Rochelle! You can write! I feel like I’m there, and I missed that event.” She encouraged me after that, but it was another twenty-some years before I finished Rock Bound and submitted it. A pagan friend introduced me to an editor who knew a woman who was starting an e-pub, and she grabbed it.

PENNY: Would you like to write a different genre or sub-genre than you do now?

ROCHELLE: My first two books are sci-fi romance. I started writing Rock Crazy and decided to just write a couple paragraphs of back-story for some of the people on the Moon who help Katie. Next thing I knew, I had Rock Bound. They just kind of took over and wrote their own book. The Thin Person Inside, however, is contemporary. I hope by 2051 science will have figured out a way to turn off whatever it is that causes cravings, or to turn up the metabolism of people like me who feel we “just look at food and may as well apply it directly to our hips.” And my work-in-progress, Full Circle, is considered an historical book, because it’s about a Corpswave and a Marine who dated as civilians during the Viet Nam era and then meet again after he’s been to Nam. It kind of boggles my mind, because that’s when I was in the Navy, so it doesn’t seem like history to me. So, I guess I’m all over the map. Even though I’m pagan, I don’t see myself doing paranormal or fantasy. I’d like to go back to Rockton in the Moon, but everyone up there seems to be just fine. No angst, no drama, nothing to write home about.

PENNY: Tell us about your latest book. What motivated the story? Where did the idea come from?

ROCHELLE: The Thin Person Inside: Kristen Jensen never expected to fall in love when she got help for her morbid obesity—let alone with a rock star. I started to write a book about a secretary who meets a rock star. Originally they met at an AA meeting, but I just couldn’t get the conflict there. First he relapsed. Then she did. Then I decided a story about a person in recovery relapsing was just too trite. Then I decided to put it in the future and have them meet in Rockton. Maybe the conflict could be that he lived on Earth. Then they were going to honeymoon up there. Nothing worked. Then someone said, “You should write about your weight loss.” Bingo! I changed Kristen from an alcoholic to a food addict, described my experience in treatment, even copied my homework from treatment, and the whole thing just flowed. I decided Sean should lose his hand because I already had a hero with crushed legs in another book. I’m not a heavy metal fan, so I didn’t know there was a drummer out there who lost an arm and came back to the band. I met a veteran who lost his hand in a farm accident and played piano, and that’s where I got the idea Sean could manage keyboards with one hand.

PENNY: Do you feel humor is important in fiction and why?

ROCHELLE: I love humor in fiction. I’m not all that great at writing it. There are a few humorous moments in my books. There’s a discussion about cats and Star Trek in Rock Bound that I hope gives people a chuckle, and there’s a teenager in Rock Crazy who provides a light moment here and there, and a discussion of Kristen’s driving with her daughters in The Thin Person Inside that my publisher said made her laugh. But for really good belly laughs, I suggest my colleague, Elle Druskin’s Liberty Heights series. I love those books. They have funny animals as well as funny people. Elle’s a master at romantic comedy.

PENNY: What about your family? Do they know not to bother you when you are writing, or are there constant interruptions?

ROCHELLE: I live with two cats who are fairly oblivious to my work schedule. Tink pretty much leaves me alone unless I’m in my recliner, but Acey tends to nudge me, climb up on the desk and loll on the keyboard until I banish him. Then he sneaks back onto the desk and hides behind my monitor. Once he settles back there, he’s okay for awhile.

PENNY: Bubble baths or steamy showers? Ocean or mountains? Puppies or kittens? Chocolate or caramel?

ROCHELLE: I love bubble baths, but I now have problems getting out of the tub due to arthritis. As for the rest—do I have to choose? Can’t I gaze at the mountains from the beach? Snuggle with both puppies and kittens? Eat chocolate-covered or flavored caramels (provided they’re gluten & sugar-free, of course).

PENNY: A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?

ROCHELLE: Crazy, but What a Writer!
(A girl can dream, right?)



Blurb:

Kristen Jensen, a Navy veteran, tips the scale at a crippling three hundred pounds. In desperation she asks her VA therapist if she can go into addictions treatment with the guys where she meets Sean. With black hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body she figures the reason he’s speaking to her is that she’s the only other person in the room.

The Haystack told their lead singer, Sean Wesley, to get clean or get out. But none of the big-name clinics worked. Sean’s a Desert Storm vet, so they send him to a VA in the middle of nowhere. When he meets Kristen the first day, he thinks it’s tragic such a pretty girl’s trapped in a huge body. And her honesty, intelligence, and bravery are even more impressing. Sean’s drawn to Kristen, but she’s had decades to build layers of defense.

Excerpt:

Sean Wesley went into the snack room to help himself to coffee and a roll. He’d probably gain weight while he was here without his personal trainer and weight room. He’d been a fat kid—always the last to be chosen for games, and stuck in right field when he did play. He’d been saved from a life of obesity by a growth spurt in his late teens, a judge who gave him a choice between jail and the Marines, and switching addictions from food to booze and then cocaine.
By rights, Sean shouldn’t be at a VA facility. Celebrities like him usually got sober at places like the Betty Ford clinic or Hazelden. Actually, he’d come from Betty Ford, but he’d still felt shaky so his manager, Don Nelson, had done his homework. Danville, Illinois, was in the middle of nowhere. The program was different, based on Rational Emotive Therapy, and Sean was a veteran. While he made too much money to be treated at the VA, there’s money and then there’s money. Sean had money—the kind that opens doors and breaks down barriers. The kind that makes even the Federal Government say, “We’ll see what we can do,” and then do it.
So here he was in the middle of a cornfield in bum-fuck Illinois at a shabby old VA hospital. An enormously obese woman came into the snack room interrupting his reverie, and Sean thought, That could’ve been me. What a shame—she’s so pretty.”
* * * *
Kristen noticed the table of goodies and the drop-dead-gorgeous man perusing them in the break room when she went in there to put her lunch in the refrigerator.
“Want one? I heard they send ’em over every morning. I guess they’re yesterday’s leftovers.”
That’s right. Offer sweets to the fat lady. She managed a tight grimace. “Thanks, but I’m here because I’m a food addict.” She held up her orange.
“I’m Sean.” He prob’ly wouldn’t give a fat chick like me a second look anywhere else. Still, what is it about men with black hair and blue eyes that makes me go all mushy?
“Hi.”
“I’ve heard of food addicts, but what makes ya call yourself that?”
“When my kids were little, I left them without a babysitter while I went to the store and wrote a rubber check for ice cream and M&Ms. I’d say I’ve been about as desperate for my fix as any addict or alcoholic.”
“Wow! Yeah, I guess so.” He held the door for her as they exited and then followed her into the Day Room.
Kristen sat on a love seat, taking up the whole thing, while Sean sat in the chair on the other side of the end table next to her. They were the only two people in there since there were classes going on. She was sure the minute other people came out he’d find someone else to talk to. She pulled out her crocheting. She was fairly certain Eric would propose to Viki at Christmas and had already begun work on a tablecloth for them. She worked on it a minute and then decided to be polite. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”
“Cocaine. I’ve been clean a coupla months, but it’s hard ta stay clean.”
“I’ve heard that. I was at a halfway house fundraiser and they said it takes something like over a year for cocaine to completely leave the body, and during that time a person can still have random cravings. They were raising money for an extended treatment program.”
“That explains why I’ve been having such a hard time. I hope this treatment helps.”
“Yeah.”
People started coming into the Day Room from classrooms just down the hallways. Several of them gave Sean and Kristen curious looks. Yeah, what’s a great looking guy doing sitting with a fat chick?

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Monday, June 22, 2015

Sizzling PR Presents Second Chances by Abigail Lee Justice

Second Chances Blurb – 

Knowing that happily-ever-afters only happen in fairy tales, Sophie Spencer spends an amazing night with her Prince Charming. Being new to the lifestyle, she allows her hidden fears to take over and does the unthinkable. She screams her safe-word…and runs directly into danger. Will her moment of weakness cause her world to be torn apart again? Or will she overcome her trust issues and fully surrender to her Prince. 

Falling in love had been the furthest thing from Kyle Zellar’s mind, but when Sophie Spencer fully submits to his dominant demands, his only recourse is to claim her as his. Before he can claim her, he is forced to let her go. 

Fighting his inner demons and past issues of childhood abandonment, he knows he must sort out his own life before he can move on with his future. 

But will it be too little too late? 

Warning: This book contains adult content which may offend some readers; BDSM, spanking, punishment, wax play, piercing, bondage, and exhibitionism. 

~Author’s note. This is the second book in The Heart Series, and NOT a stand-alone. You may read them in any order you like, of course, but I would recommend you read Bound By Her Master first.

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Abigail's Bio:

Abigail Lee Justice writes emotional, erotic, romantic suspense that includes a BDSM theme. She creates strong characters who seem real but are flawed in some ways; some couples Happily Ever After will be a work in process. Some characters’ problems are just too steamy to fix in one book. 

Born and raised in Baltimore City by two wonderful, supportive, loving parents, as a child Abigail made up vivid stories in her head. Until one day a friend told her instead of keeping her stories locked in her head she needed to put them on paper and that’s exactly what she did.

Abigail met her husband 29 years ago on a blind date (thanks Dan C.) while working a part time job to put herself through college. She fell madly in love with her Prince Charming and has been since the first day they met.

By day, Abigail practices medicine in a busy Cardiologist practice. By evening she switches her white coat for more relaxed comfortable clothing. She has two wonderful adult sons and a very spoiled chocolate lab. In the wee hours of the night, she writes BDSM romances. 

In her spare time when not working or writing, Abigail enjoys reading, concocting vegetarian dishes, exotic vacations, scuba diving, high adventure activities, living in the lifestyle she writes about, and doing lots and lots of research making sure her characters get it just right.

If you’d like to become part of Abigail’s street team or become a beta reader for future books, drop Abigail a message on FB @ abigailleejustice or 

Visit her website @ www.abigailleejustice.com








Thursday, June 18, 2015

Sizzling PR presents Jennifer LaBelle and Broken Survivor


Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: May 26th, 2015


Holly Hewitt is a survivor…

After witnessing her mother’s murder, Holly was returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends up landing herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister and utterly alone.

Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…

Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, with the support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care with his brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down.

He’s driven to protect her, and to show her the past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fighting for. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutual attraction.

But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.

And all the hard work in the world can’t save…

A broken survivor.


AUTHOR BIO

Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance, mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she's decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

AUTHOR LINKS




EXCERPT

On Monday she’d just got back from seeing her apartment and couldn’t wait to tell Zander about it. He was excited for her and promised to take her out that night to celebrate.

“So tell me about it,” he said.

“It’s great and I can’t believe it’s mine. I mean it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.” She laughed. “I’m sorry I’m rambling here. I should be describing it to you.”

He smiled at her. They were close to their destination and she wanted to stall for a few minutes before they made it to her sisters so she could tell him all about it and told him so. He’d gotten the cab to pull over a few blocks away so that they could enjoy little alone time as she’d asked and began to walk.

“So then tell me about it.” He sat at the curb and gestured for her to join him.

“Well, the building was constructed two years ago, and the apartment is spacious and everything is new.  There’s a small hallway right at the entrance, the bathroom is on the right at the end of it, and the bedroom on the left side of that. Then there is the living room, and a little farther in I’ll have my very own eat-in kitchen.” She smiled brightly and then laughed again. “I won’t even have to buy curtains, it’s all included. I’m so excited; you’ll have to see it.”

“I will. Will I?” He smiled. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when your face lights up like that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so excited about anything before. I like it, and I’d be honored to see your apartment. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” His fingers brushed the side of her face as she looked away and blushed. “Look at me.”

She smiled, then exhaled as she looked into those deep brown eyes again. “Beautiful,” he whispered and then drew her in closer for a kiss.

“No,” she whispered, interrupting him just before his lips were about join hers. She could feel his breath against her, and she chuckled at his expression.

“No, I can’t kiss you again?” He leaned back to look at her and raised a brow as if in disbelief.

“You asked if anyone has ever called me beautiful, and the answer is no. Yes to the kiss.”

“Then remind me to tell you as much as possible.” He leaned toward her again, closing the distance between them to give her a peck. He kissed her forehead and then her nose, moving from cheek to cheek before reaching her chin. “You’re beautiful, Holly.”

So close together, their breath mixed and noses brushed together until she slanted her head for better access. “Zander,” she whispered. Lifting her hand from her lap, she boldly placed it on his shoulder and then continued to trail lower to feel his muscular chest and abs. She bunched his shirt in her hand and pulled him the rest of the way. “I love the compliment, but please shut up and kiss me already.”

“My pleasu—” She cut him off by taking measures in her own hands, wanting less talking and more of him.  She coaxed his lips open with her tongue, sliding it against his as their wet warmth combined. Their tongues worked in synchronization and their mouths molded to welcome the building inferno they both held inside, waiting for just the right moment to be unleashed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly when they separated, and she needed a minute to focus.

“Wow!”



GIVEAWAY

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Sarah Daley presents her book - Drowning Sandy

Originally, Drowning Sandy was published as book 3 in Summer Hearts, May 20th, 2015 but now, for the first time ever, it is being released on it's own!!! 
Coming to you July 6th, Author Sarah Daley's debut novella, available in paperback and e-book!

Interested in grabbing a copy of Summer Hearts? 

Here is the Amazon link: https://amzn.com/B00XFTTN4M




First, let me introduce you to this brand new author.

Sarah Daley lives in Arizona with her best friend and husband, Chris, their adorable monster child, and neurotic dog.

At the age of six, she became a reading machine. Devouring everything she could possibly get her hands on. In high school she almost failed English three times because of her detest for writing book reports. Today, Sarah writes whatever stories haunt her dreams, and struggles to focus on one idea at a time. When she isn’t enjoying time with her family, or writing, you will find her nose stuck in a book, or out walking and enjoying the sunshine.  



Now, for what Drowning Sandy is all about:

The water is calling...
and Sandy can no longer resist the urge to unleash her mermaid form. But a simple swim in Lake Ontario ends when she discovers the truth of her own banishment. When long time crush, Alardo, seems to shift in a direction she never dreamed possible, Sandy must make a choice — mermaid or human? Once she chooses, she can never go back.

Are you ready for this?

Credit for both the photograph and the cover design goes to the fabulous Isabelle Roza! You can see more of her work on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Artist.Isabelle.Roza and on her website www.isabelleroza.com

Okay, enough stalling, here it is!!!!

 
Ta-da!!!
What do you think?!?!

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