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Sweet Tea Tuesdays By Ashley Farley

 

Title: Sweet Tea Tuesdays
Author: Ashley Farley
Genre:
Women’s Fiction
Release Date: May 3, 2017
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Three best friends met every Tuesday for twenty-six years. And then they stopped.

From the author of the bestselling Sweeney Sisters Series comes a novel of friendship, family, and hope.

When new next-door neighbors Georgia, Midge, and Lula first assembled on Georgia’s porch in Charleston for sweet tea, they couldn’t have known their gathering was the beginning of a treasured tradition. For twenty-six years they have met on Tuesdays at four o’clock, watching the seasons change and their children grow up, supporting each other in good times and in bad. With their ambitions as different as their personalities, these best friends anticipate many more years of tea time. And then, one Tuesday, Georgia shares news that brings their long-standing social hour to an abrupt halt. And that’s only the beginning as unraveling secrets threaten to alter their friendship forever.

AMAZON:  Sweet Tea Tuesdays

Ashley Farley is the author of the bestselling series, the Sweeney Sisters Series. Ashley writes books about women for women. Her characters are mothers, daughters, sisters, and wives facing real-life issues. Her goal is to keep you turning the pages until the wee hours of the morning. If her story stays with you long after you’ve read the last word, then she’s done her job.

After her brother died in 1999 of an accidental overdose, she turned to writing as a way of releasing her pent-up emotions. She wrote SAVING BEN in honor of Neal, the boy she worshipped, the man she could not save.

Ashley is a wife and mother of two college-aged children. She grew up in the salty marshes of South Carolina, but now lives in Richmond, Virginia, a city she loves for its history and traditions.

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YOURS TRULY By K. J. Pierce (Romantic Comedy)

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GENRE: Chick Lit/Romantic Comedy

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Izzie Greene never wanted the limelight. As a caterer for Poe, the top-rated U.S. TV show, she had background player down pat. Her main focus was to spoil the cast and crew and fantasize about her celebrity crush, Scotsman Cardwell Bennett, while navigating the daily chaos.

Izzie’s professional life takes a sharp left turn when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly arrives on set. Her personal life spirals into Hell when she runs afoul of an unethical paparazzo. Thrust into the public eye, her notoriety is fueled by equal measures of constant scrutiny, speculation, and half-truths. Her rumored romance with Cardwell further stokes the flames.

Held captive by the media, accident-prone Izzie struggles to keep her privacy, secrets, and sanity intact—not to mention her sense of humor. With help from her best friend Delly, her temperamental cat Edgar, and unexpected backup, Izzie might withstand the onslaught. And survive the season.

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“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to love me.” My bottom lip jutted out, quivering.

“And you’re an incredible baker.” Her voice rose smugly over my protestations. “Cardwell B. loves your chocolate and cranberry scones.”

“That’s rich.” I snorted my disbelief. “If Ritchie doesn’t think I’m good enough, then Cardwell’s sure not going to.”

“Don’t be stupid. Cardwell is nothing like Ritchie. He’s a nice guy.”

“Riiiiiight.” Nice guy didn’t translate to much in my dictionary. Ritchie had been nice, too…once upon a time.

Delly ignored my sarcasm. “No joke, Izz. He cornered me yesterday while everyone scrambled for that stupid bird, raving about those damn scones.” She shoved a fistful of tissues into my hands. “I know you’re upset, but get your shit together.”

I teared up again and motioned to the clothes- covered futon. “I was trying.”

“Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t trying.” Delly sat next to me and threw her arm around my shoulder. “Let’s finish packing. Then we’ll have girls’ night. Tomorrow morning, we’ll work the gig then head to the shop, and you’re prepping scones to bake first thing on Monday morning. They’ll be freshly made. Hot and steamy. Butter will drip off those scones.”

“Only you could make food sound like porn.” I sniffled and wiped my nose.

“Would porn with Cardwell really be bad?” She jabbed at my bare feet with the toe of her boot, forcing me to tuck them out of harm’s way.

I shot her a death glare.

“What?” Delly pulled her innocent face. “At least he can act.”

 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

K.J. Pierce is a jack of all trades. Her interests are varied enough to make this a requirement for a happy existence. Her main goal in life is to understand the human condition, which she explores through various mediums, including fiction, creative nonfiction, and scriptwriting. She sometimes succumbs to itchy-feet syndrome, a holdover from her Army Brat days. As a result, she can sometimes be found bouncing from locale to locale. She earned a BA in English Literature/Creative Writing from Agnes Scott College and a MLitt in The Gothic Imagination from the University of Stirling, Scotland. She puts them to good use by crafting stories that run the gamut in terms of genres, but which always include an exploration of the societal misfit and the darkness which pervades all facets of life, even in the most comic of circumstances.

K.J. currently lives on the east coast of Central Florida with her cat Dorian Gray, who lives up to his name by striving to be the states most prolific lizard serial killer. Yours Truly is her first novel.

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When in Rome By J. Lynn Rowan (Sweet Somethings)

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit

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Atlanta-based photographer Kate Miller doesn’t believe in fairytale romance or relationships of the forever kind. She’s determined to build her own happiness through hard work and professional success. So, when the opportunity arises to join an exclusive fashion photo shoot in Rome, she jumps on the chance to gain international recognition. But she’s not counting on an instant attraction to the charismatic, sexy, and irritatingly arrogant director of the shoot.

World famous, Domenic Varezzi is used to calling the shots. His clients trust his instincts and they’re willing to pay for the best. But while his career is thriving, his personal life has been lackluster at best. Hoping Kate could be the answer he’s been looking for, he’s determined to win her over. Every challenge she sends his way drives him to break through her tough-as-nails exterior to reach the vulnerable heart that matches his own.

Surrounded by the beauty and magic of Italy’s “Eternal City,” a foundation begins to form that could lead to a lifetime partnership, both in business and in love. Until Domenic’s past comes back to haunt the present and threatens to destroy everything.

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I accept the handshake. But a split second into it, as our gazes lock, his grip softens around mine. A slow warmth seeps down my arm and melts into my chest. My lungs seize, and Domenic’s throat works briefly as if he can’t quite swallow.

This is not what I signed on for.

Panic sets in. I slide my hand from his and cup it around the bowl of my glass. The wine burns a little as I take too big a gulp, but I manage not to cough. Domenic, too, has retreated into his glass, but whatever just passed in that handshake hangs over us.

“So,” I say in a voice too close to a whisper, sending a sidelong glance his way, “do you always wander around hotels at night with two glasses and a bottle of wine?”

“Only when there’s a chance I might run into a pretty girl.”

I snort into my glass, relieved that the spell seems to be broken.

Domenic’s grin returns. “Why is that funny?”

“The last person to call me a pretty girl was my great-uncle, and I think I was ten years old at the time.”

He chuckles. “Beautiful woman, then.”

The unexpected compliment sets off a flurry of butterflies deep in my stomach. Suddenly breathless, I drain my glass and set it down, then reach for my laptop and close the screen. “Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

Chair legs scrape as we both push away from the table, me ready to bolt, him rising to placate me before I can. We stand facing each other, nearly as close as we were in the studio this afternoon. Taking a deep breath, I stare at his chest for a minute. Once my wild heartbeat and those damn butterflies settle, I tip my head back to meet his gaze.

“What are you doing on Sunday?” he asks before I can speak.

I stutter for a minute, unable to look away from his eyes. “Sightseeing, probably. We have the whole day off.”

“Maybe I’ll join you.”

My throat feels tight again. Nodding, I skirt around him, choking out something that sounds like, “Good night.”

His fingers touch my arm as I pass. “Good night, Kate.”

Head spinning, I clutch my laptop against my chest and rush to the terrace doors. I look back when I reach the doorway, only to find him watching me, his thumbs hooked in his pockets and a half-smirk on his face.

A face I find too handsome for my own good.

Still, I wave at him, wiggling my fingers like a silly teenager who sees her crush across the cafeteria. My face burns as I whirl, practically sprinting across the dark breakfast room to the hallway and stairwell.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lynn Rowan started writing stories as a small child, usually starring her favorite cartoon characters. Most of her work through middle and high school was filled with typical teenage angst and melodrama, and usually mirrored the books she loved to read. But eventually she found her own author’s voice and decided to seriously pursue a writing career.

Historical fiction remains J. Lynn’s “first love”, but she has enjoyed the journey to becoming an author of romance and chick lit. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Central New York Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel Society. She is also a teacher who tries to instill a love of learning, reading, and writing in her students.

When she’s not writing, J. Lynn enjoys travelling, gardening poorly but enthusiastically, studying various topics in American history for her own expertise, and channeling Julia Child every time she steps into the kitchen.

A native of Oswego, NY, she now lives in Charlotte, NC, with her own Romantic Hero of a husband and the most adorable baby on the planet.

Email: jlynnrowanliterature@gmail.com

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AMAZON:  When in Rome (Sweet Somethings Book 2)

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Irrational Behavior: An Imperfect Past (Incredible Dreams Series Book 2) by SE Felida

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Book Title: Irrational Behavior
Author: S.E. Felida
Genre: Woman’s Fiction, Chit Lit, Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 26, 2015
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Just when Leona finally started to believe that maybe, just maybe, her future was written in the stars – that she was one of those girls destined for a happily ever after – her life takes a dramatic turn for the worse as she finds herself standing face to face with the man who destroyed her childhood. Will this brutal encounter push her into a nightmare world again, or is the love that she shares with Nathaniel going to be strong enough to keep her from turning into the person she despised the most, and erase all those bad memories once and for all?

Find out in Irrational Behavior: An Imperfect Past Novel (Incredible Dreams Series book two)

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After tossing and turning for a few hours, I decided to get up and take a hot shower in the hopes that it would help me fall asleep easier. I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower, closing my eyes and letting the hot water beat on my face; I could feel the tension in my shoulders dissipate as I stood there. Just as I went to reach for my chamomile exfoliating scrub, the room was plunged into darkness. I felt someone’s presence in the room before even seeing anyone. My heart started beating rapidly and my mind immediately jumped back to the person who had broken into my house a little while ago. My first instinct was to scream at the top of my lungs for Alexandra and Alyssa, but then I remembered that they weren’t home.

Footsteps started walking away in the opposite direction… whoever was in there with me ran out of the bathroom in a hurry and closed the door with a bang. Every single hair on my neck stood up straight. I quickly shut off the water and felt around me to find the vanity, clinging onto it for balance and guidance as I opened the top drawer to remove a candle and some matches from it. My fingers were trembling like crazy yet somehow, I managed to light the candle anyway. I grabbed a towel with my left hand and secured it around my body, tiptoeing as quietly as possible towards the door with my heart beating in my throat. I had no idea what to expect on the other side, so I tried to steady my nerves and slowly pushed the door open. After I’d inspected the hallway, I started walking toward the basement to go check the fuses. I walked straight toward the main breaker box and opened the gray lid. Just as expected, there’s nothing wrong with them. Suddenly, I was pulled out of my thoughts when a hand positioned itself on my shoulder and another one slapped the candle right out of my hand.

Once again total darkness fell over me. I let out a colossal scream while I tried to struggle free from his tight grip. I screamed and screamed until he pressed his hand against my mouth. He started laughing like a mad man and told me to pipe down. “No one is going to hear you, dear. There’s no one here!” His voice was strangely electronic as if it had been altered by one of those voice changers. “I’ve been looking forward to having you all to myself and this time, Nathaniel isn’t around to help you out.”

His words snapped me right out of my weak moment, they made me feel so stupid for the way I feared someone who wasn’t even man enough to show me his true identity. I desperately wanted to know who this man was and before I knew it, I dug my heel into his right foot with everything I had in me. He cursed at me and loosened his grip, giving me an opportunity to elbow him right in the crotch. He let go and I wriggled free, moving away faster than I’d ever did in my life. I couldn’t see a thing, not even a sliver of light passed through the basement. I didn’t know where the door was, I didn’t even know where the stairs were until I tripped on the bottom step and fell face down on the staircase. I sighed in relief, but before I got the chance to stand up straight the man attacked me from behind.

That’s when I heard Aaron yelling my name. “Leona! Leona,” he bellowed. “Where are you?”

The man covered my mouth and held something cold and metal against my cheek. “If you want to make it out of here alive, I suggest you shut the fuck up and keep perfectly still.” My breath caught in my throat as I felt, what could only be described as a gun dig into my cheek. I could barely breathe as I watched my entire life flash right in front of me. My unshed tears started burning in my eyes, I couldn’t do anything else but close my eyes and let them out.

Praise

BooksandBeyondFiftyShades rated it *****

This is not a standalone book, you have to read Part # 1 Incredible Dreams, to get to know the characters and their stories (and you must).
Loved this story it was funny, beautiful, sad and exciting all at the same time. The characters drew you in from the start and it was a really good read. I would recommend this Story!

BookHeathens rated it *****

Just when things look like they are going right for Leona and Nate things go crazy for them. Honestly if you try to give a review you will be spoiling is amazing book………all I can say is you will be turning the pages, picking your jaw up from the floor, swearing, crying and all the time trying to piece this book together.

Meet the Author

author photoS.E. Felida was born in Curaçao, but she’s currently living in Holland with her husband and their three boys. Growing up, she loved to read as many books as she could get her hands on and began writing short stories and poetry at the age of eleven.

S.E. Felida writes Steamy-Romance Novels with Nerve-racking Suspense, and she recently re-released the first installment in her Incredible Dreams Series “Incredible Dreams” on October 29, 2015. The second and final part in her series “Irrational Behavior: An Imperfect Past Novel” was re-released on December 23, 2015.

S.E. Felida is currently working on a full-length, stand-alone novel “Joey’s Girl.” Expected release date Spring 2016!!

For more info, please visit her website www.se-felida.nl.

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New Release: Incredible Dreams by SE Felida

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Book Title: Incredible Dreams (Book 1)
Author: S. E. Felida
Genre: Woman’s Fiction, Chick Lit, Romance Suspense
Release Date: October 31, 2015
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– She dreamt of him before ever meeting him.
– He found her when she needed him the most.

When Leona sees the guy she dreamt about, she decides not to approach him out of bizarreness of the whole situation. Faith, on the other hand, seems to beg the differ, and redirects him, Nathaniel, toward Leona again in her time of need.

Nathaniel, a police officer who’s been on the hunt to find his little brother’s killer for over a year now, turns out to be a dream guy in real life too. And while things are going great between him and Leona, someone is out to ruin his life and crush his dream to avenge Isaac’s, death.

Will their love conquer all obstacles that are about to come their way?

Find out in Incredible Dreams…

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A short time later, a noise in the living room woke me up. I had to blink a few times before I could fully open my eyes but as they opened, I could make out a silhouette standing in the corner of the room. It appeared to be a man, fully dressed in black. “Nate,” I called out, hoping it was him. There was no answer, and his powerful stare seemed to drain my will power.

A cold air rushed through my body just seconds before it went numb. The figure began walking slowly towards me and, had I not known better, I would almost think that he was floating—something like they do in those creepy horror movies.

Please, get it together, Leona. Focus on moving your body and get ready to run.

My phone rang then, and I wanted to pick it up so badly that I could imagine myself doing it. But as much as I tried to, I still couldn’t move anything but my eyes. The closer he got to me, the more desperate I became to get my body to move. I couldn’t take it anymore and I sure as hell wasn’t going to sit by and watch him attack me, so I closed my eyes and started praying that he would just get it over with already. Breaking eye contact did wonders. I could feel my muscles relaxing and a few seconds later, I didn’t feel as drawn to him anymore; I could finally move.

I was just about to make my grand escape when my phone started ringing again and this time, I could turn to see Nathaniel’s name on the Caller ID. I was so glad! I avoided eye contact with whoever was coming my way and answered quickly. “Na-Nate there’s someone in the house with me–” was all I could manage before said person grabbed a hold of me and knocked the phone right out of my hand.

“Be still,” his creepy voice mocked me while I attempted to free myself from his tight grip.

Next thing I heard was the sound of the front door breaking down. Nathaniel burst into the room with his Glock in extended hands. “Let go of her, you son of a bitch!”

Alexandra walked into the living room right after him with a baseball bat in her hand. “What the hell is going on in here?” Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw me in the stranger’s clutches. “Let go of her!” she yelled angrily as she took a step towards the man.

The coward took advantage of the situation by pushing me into Nate’s arms and disappeared into the darkness. Alex didn’t waste any time and tried to rush after him, only to be stopped by Nate. “No Alexandra, stay with Leona, and the two of you go check on Alyssa for me.”

Nate was fuming all the way over to Alyssa’s bedroom. “Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? Did you see his face?” I’d never seen him so angry, the man was literally shaking with fury as he told me: “Stay here, okay … I’m gonna go and check out the house.”

I shook my head. “No! Are you crazy? I am not going to leave you out here alone, Nate.”

But it wasn’t up for debate. “I’m serious, Leona, even if you hear anything don’t come out, okay? Please, promise me that you won’t try to interfere; I need you and the girls safe.”

I reluctantly promised him and proceed to knock on Aly’s door … there was no answer. Not wanting to wait for an invitation, I walked in and turned on the lights, and as I did so, the scene in front of me made my heart turn to ice. Alyssa was sound asleep, but there was someone in the room with her. He was standing beside her and was touching and smelling her. He turned his face to look at me and dropped his hand to his side. It was him. Still wrapped up in black clothes and some kind of mask on his face that only showed his eyes and his mouth. He started walking towards me with a creepy grin and the way he did it made my skin crawl.

I screamed. I screamed so loud that my own ears began to whistle. Alyssa woke up in a haze and started screaming alongside me when she saw him. The man stopped in his tracks, turned back around and quickly put one hand around Aly’s neck and the other over her nose and her mouth to stop her from screaming her lungs out.

Alexandra snapped out of her shock and lunged at him with the bat. He ducked and it went straight over his head. Her surprise attack knocked him off balance and he let go of Alyssa before he hit the floor. Before he had the chance to stand up, I jumped on him from behind and started pummeling him with my fists. But he was too big and in seconds, he’d flipped me over and had me pinned.

Alexandra sneaked up on him again, but he sensed the move and yanked the bat from her grip. Screaming, he took a swing at her and cracked her right on the knee with it. She stifled her grimace and pulled a kitchen knife from her back pocket and brandished it in the air. “Let go of her, you bastard!” she yelled.

The intruder smiled and tightened his grip on me. This infuriated Alex even more and she ran at him with the blade. Unable to keep hold of the bat and me, without getting stabbed, he let go of us both and tripped Alex with his foot, causing her to stumble. He took advantage of her fall and grabbed her by both wrists. She tried to struggle out of his grip, but he stole her protection and held the blade against her throat. As he pushed the metal against her skin, Nate appeared with his Glock on the side of the stranger’s head.

“Drop the knife and step away from her. Now!” he ordered.

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My first romance suspense! Felida created a PYT (pretty young thing) in Nate, a young and sexy law enforcer. The heroine Leona goes on such a ride with suspenseful twists and turns, never leaving a dull moment in the journey. The chemistry between Nate and Leona is steamy. The best thing about this book is the way Felida weaves in multicultural characters. You see a little bit of every culture and race. I love it! My best to S.E.! ~ 5 Stars, Love Belvin


S.E Felida Incredible Dreams was “Absolutely Astounding”. It was like watching a movie unfold capturing every scene perfectly. From the amazing plot, to the impressive imagery and visualizations throughout the story “Simply Brilliant”. Incredible Dreams weaves together a mysterious storyline and addresses Leona’s childhood struggles, which leads to her mistrust in men. Meeting Nathaniel the man of her dreams, Leona is instantly enthralled. Nathaniel is the epitome of a soul mate; he is compassionate, sexy, strong and has a beautiful soul. Leona is beautiful, sweet, caring, and loves with her whole heart. The main couple share this intense connection that is beyond words, their souls are connected. You feel their love for each other despite their past and the pain they endured. Leona’s love is an addiction to Nathaniel in its rarest form; their love is completely consuming mind, body and soul. Every character in this story is haunted by their past in some way shape or form, they all have scars that they try to conceal emotionally. Leona, Alyssa, Alexandra and Naomi are true soul sisters that are determined to get through life with each other’s support. Their bond is truly amazing and relatable. Incredible Dreams is romantic, sexy, suspenseful, and highly emotional. It is a story that signifies that we all get second chances at loving and living. S.E Felida, I am beyond speechless how you captured each emotion effortlessly pain, heartache, tragedy, abuse, family friendship and love and turned it into one of the most beautiful stories I have read. Omg the ending off the story took me by surprise, I think I had a mini heart attack but I loved every minute off it. Perfection. Cannot wait to read Book Two Irrational Behavior. ~ 5 Stars, Stracey Charran Ishwar

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Release Day Review: Wrong By Jana Aston

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I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check.

Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor. Shoot. Me.

But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?

Wrong is a full-length, standalone novel by Jana Aston

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I must say this is awesome work for a first book.  Kudos to Jana Aston!  This book has well developed characters and a unusual story line.  Sophie is a foul mouthed virgin (well in the first of the book anyway lol) when she meets Luke as customer at the coffee house “Grind Me” she works at.  I was laughing so hard during some of the moments in this book that I couldn’t put it down.  I can’t wait for Everly’s story.

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BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE by J. Lynn Rowan

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Carmella Sannarelli just found out that her best friend, Sadie Miller, has broken her engagement and is eloping on St. Croix. Though Carmella agrees to act as the maid of honor, she’s determined to find out what went wrong between her friends.

But she’s not counting on coming face to face with Ryan Wutkowski (the jilted fiancé) on the plane, or with staying at his hotel during a two-day stopover in San Juan. They try to act like nothing’s changed. But Carmella’s totally flustered by the weird vibes Ryan sends her, as well as how tingly and off-kilter she feels every time he so much as looks at her.

Now Carmella can’t stop thinking about Ryan or his behavior, even though most of her time in St. Croix is taken up by pre-wedding activities and dodging advances from the womanizing best man. And she knows there’s more to the story behind Ryan and Sadie’s breakup than either of them will admit to her.

Especially after Ryan shows up at the rehearsal dinner and gets himself invited to the wedding…

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Ryan taps my arm. “Why are you on a flight to San Juan?”

I peer at him, my eyes narrow slits. “Why are you?”

A rhetorical question. Although his suit coat is probably in the overhead bin, safe inside a garment bag, his dress pants, crisp white button-down shirt, and Italian leather shoes tell me everything.

He answers anyway. “I have a conference over the next couple days. I have to go straight from the airport to my first meeting.”

The plane levels out, as does my head, and I wriggle to sit up straight. “They could at least let you check into your hotel first.”

“Well, fortunately the conference is at my hotel.”

“It’s a pretty fast trip.” I press my face to the window glass, squinting against the glare.

He shifts in his seat. “I had some vacation time coming, so I extended the trip through the middle of next week.”

So he’s not the only one who decided on a Caribbean adventure in the wake of his and Sadie’s breakup. I close my eyes, glad I didn’t say it out loud.

“Carmella, why are you going to Puerto Rico by yourself?”

The advantages of having Ryan for a flight companion have just turned moot. There’s no way to avoid this discussion. The flight’s too long. “I’m on my way to St. Croix.”

There. I said it. Sort of.

“What’s in St. Croix?”

His voice is low, and when I glance at him, he looks away. His jaw shifts, his profile a stern mask.

“I think you already know,” I answer slowly.

“Sadie.”

 

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Lynn Rowan started writing stories as a small child, usually starring her favorite cartoon characters. Most of her work through middle and high school was filled with typical teenage angst and melodrama, and usually mirrored the books she loved to read. But eventually she found her own author’s voice and decided to seriously pursue a writing career.

Historical fiction remains J. Lynn’s “first love”, but she has enjoyed the journey to becoming an author of romance and chick lit. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Central New York Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel Society. She is also a teacher who tries to instill a love of learning, reading, and writing in her students.

When she’s not writing, J. Lynn enjoys travelling, gardening poorly but enthusiastically, studying various topics in American history for her own expertise, and channeling Julia Child every time she steps into the kitchen.

A native of Oswego, NY, she now lives in Charlotte, NC, with her own Romantic Hero of a husband and the most adorable baby on the planet.

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Review: D E Haggerty – Murdery, Mystery, & Dating Mayhem

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Humorous Chick Lit with a Dash of Murder/Mystery
Date Published: March 1, 2015
My name is Izzy. I drink too much, am clumsier than a newborn foal, and my brain-to-mouth filter often malfunctions. My daredevil husband killed himself in a parachuting accident five years ago and my best friend Jack has decided it’s time I jump back in the dating pool. He’s perfectly happy to throw me in if I don’t listen. Just when things in the dating world start to heat up, my grandma dies. Only her knitting group of Jessica Fletcher wannabes is sure it’s murder. I’m not convinced but I’m always up for a bit of excitement as long as it doesn’t lead to a night in jail. Well, more than one night anyway. Will I miss my chance at love because I’m chasing imaginary killers? Did someone really kill grandma or am I and my merry band of geriatric thieves imagining things?
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“Excuse me,” I say as I try to catch the bartender’s attention. The bartender, however, is more interested in the young girls prancing around than in me. I sigh and lean onto the bar ensuring that the girls are visible. “Excuse me,” I say again, but this time I use a sultry voice – or at least that’s what I’m going for. The bartender finally looks my way and I smile when I see his eyes immediately lured to my cleavage. Gotcha! “Tequila shot with a beer chaser, please.” He jumps to fulfill my order, but nearly trips as he attempts to maintain eye contact with my bosom and reach for the tequila bottle at the same time.

I hear someone chuckle beside me and turn to see a hotter than hot piece of male specimen staring at me. I immediately feel my face burn. The bartender saves me by slamming my drinks down in front of me. I grab the tequila shot and quickly down it before latching onto the beer to soothe my burning esophagus. Good thing I have lots of practice or I would probably spit the beer out like a college freshman during rush week, although I may have coughed just a teensy bit.

Sufficiently fortified, I turn to the man again and notice him watching me. He raises an eyebrow. “I tried that trick earlier,” he says, tilting his head towards the bar, “but the bartender didn’t seem impressed with my assets.” I look him up and down. “You look pretty hot to me,” I say and then slap my hand over my mouth when I realize my comment probably sounded like some lame pick-up line.  “Sorry.” Is it possible for my face to spontaneously burst into flames?  “Sometimes my mouth opens before my brain can stop it.”

The man laughs and shakes his head. He reaches out to shake my hand just as a loud, obnoxious bell rings. “That’s my cue,” I say as I jump off the barstool. I wobble a bit, and hottie reaches out to steady me with his hand on my elbow. I gasp as a current of pure electricity moves through my arm. I startle and nearly trip in my heels.

I manage to steady myself and smile at Mr. Dreamboat before going off to search for Jack. Before I can find him, I catch sight of another cocktail waitress. I grab a glass of red before locating Jack, who is surrounded by women who are obviously on the prowl. To the casual observer, he seems to be reveling in the attention, but I see his eyes frantically search the room before landing on me. I immediately stalk forward, grab his hand, and pull him away.

 REVIEW:

This book was full of laughs.  Loved the quirky Izzy, her gay friend Jack, and the grey haired old lady brigade.  Izzy’s grandma dies (actually her dead husbands grandma) and the old lady brigade is convinced it is murder and they finally convince Izzy to help them prove it.  Izzy meets Noel, a police detective, at a speed dating event.  This book was full of hilarious comedy and all the different characters gave it lots life, you will love it!
D.E. Haggerty

I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my fifth book.

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RELEASE DAY: THE COMMITMENT TEST BY AMANDA AKSEL

 

 

The Commitment Test

(The Marin Test Series: Book Two)

Release Date: February 4th, 2015

Publisher: Elephantine Publishing

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Purchase on Amazon: The Commitment Test (The Marin Test Series Book 2)

Synopsis:

When a Valentine’s Day proposal doesn’t come with an engagement ring, Marin Johns begins to wonder if she and James will ever get married. As her closest friends begin to move forward with their lives, she refuses to be left behind.

 

Hope is restored as she devises a plan to get James down on one knee by becoming the ideal mate. Everything seems to fall into place until her college boyfriend resurfaces after a decade with his own ideas about their future. Will Marin be forced to choose between the man of her dreams and the diamond ring she’s always dreamed of?

 

Amanda Aksel Bio

Amanda Aksel is an author with an affinity for love. Becoming a couples therapist was her “backup” career, and after completing her BA in Psychology she was on her way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time. Now she plans to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time.

 

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Book Title: Where We Belong
Author: Eve Connell
Genre: Romantic Women’s Fiction
Release Date: February 2015
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One man diving into the past.

One woman emerging from the depths.

At the age of seventeen, Amelia Baide won silver at the Olympic Games and was the second-fastest woman in the pool. Then one tragic night she crashed into a lake and was dragged out without a pulse. Now twenty-four, she is still haunted by it and hasn’t swum again. Until this year’s anniversary of the accident. It is a day unlike any other and a strange turn of events finds Amelia back at a swimming pool.

Harry Jamieson had eyes for one girl, while women and the media had eyes for him. As a trainer of Olympic athletes, he was an in-demand man. Until one boozy morning after … But from bad luck to pure chance he runs into his old flame, Amelia, at a swimming pool no less. She doesn’t remember a thing from the night of the crash.

And Harry knows every single secret.

The pair joins forces—a comeback for Amelia and Harry’s ultimate coaching opportunity. But dodging waves is hard to do; and even the strongest swimmer may sink.

Where We Belong is a second-chance love story for young and old, for swimming enthusiasts and romantics at heart.

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In the minimal midday traffic, the drive to the pool took just forty-five minutes, and I only sped half of the time. The sun was so bright I had to wear glasses, but I welcomed the sensation of the heat that warmed fast inside the car.The glass windows were like a magnifying glass, the kind I used to use on ants as a kid to cook them alive. The whole trip felt odd, including seeing a car I recognised when I got close to the centre. It was parked on the side of the main road, one back wheel over the solid white line and the front angled off the shoulder so it tipped slightly into the dip beside the road.

I hadn’t seen my mate Carlos McKnight for a couple of years, but I used to swim with him when we were in squad together, bleary-eyed at five thirty AM on a weekday before school. Then,nearly half a day would be gone by the time we started a ‘normal’ day.Everyone else dragged their feet, gulping cups of coffees like their day would not be possible otherwise. Then after school and dinner, as years wore on, we’d go to the gym together, and come back sweating and panting but still grinning at ten PM.

There’s some shit in life that bonds people no matter how much time or space passes. As I parked my car and headed to the wide entrance doors of the leisure centre, I recalled the little memories:throwing Carlos and his dad in the pool—unfortunately with mobile attached—kicking off extra hard to drench our slightly fat and extremely balding coach, Kurt Hickson, when he gave us a hard set.

And Amelia Baide.

How once I would hold back my energy so she thought she’d almost beaten me.

How after two years of training together I couldn’t beat her—not to save my own life.

How her smile would transport me into a daze, her plump lips and gleaming white teeth dazzling above all else.

How I would wrap my arms around her tummy and jump in with her just for an excuse to hold on longer.

To touch her toned, slim waist. To breathe in the watermelon-scented shampoo she used after sessions in the changing room. To feel the curve of her hips against mine.

I straightened my shoulders as I walked through the door and cleared my throat. It was time to get serious.
I wasn’t sure the direction my career was heading these days. It’d slowed. Well, apart from some loyal swimmers I coached at Aqualions.

I didn’t want to wake up to a purple room with glow-in-the-dark stickers as I had yesterday morning in Vivienne’s (or Vivienna’s) bed, but I couldn’t picture anyone I’d want to sleep next toeveryday.

No, that was a lie.

I would give everything over in a heartbeat for one more chance.

But life was a race. You had one shot to get there. You couldn’t look back. And thinking back over the moments you’d fucked up did no good either.

I hoped like fuck Benny had a solution. Truthfully, I’d been drowning for six years now. Six years to this very day.

I didn’t hear the holler at first—I was caught up in my own thoughts. But the second time when Carlos yelled out to me I heard it loud and clear. “No bloody way. Harry. Harry Jamieson.” He walked out around the kiosk, briskly pacing over to me. “You won’t believe who walked through those doors.”

“No?” I said, voice shaken.

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Does size really matter?

Two women spin a tale of comedy and new beginnings after they wake up and find themselves in a jail cell over 3000 miles away from home. Rehashing their adventure in front of a less-than-sympathetic judge, they give a laugh-out-loud and extremely detailed story of a road trip that finds them in a ton of trouble.

Battling age, weight, and their own personal demons, not only do they discover the open road and a life they misplaced somewhere in their 20s, they also find themselves. From breakups and stealing cars to blurry memories of something that might have happened in New Mexico, these two women will take you on a real journey, full of fun and, well, situations that people only write about and never really do….or do they?

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A lone dimly lit light bulb sways gently from the jail cell’s ceiling. It hurts to open my eyes toward it, so I squint to try to ease the pain. A handful of loudly buzzing insects fly wildly around the dull yellow globe and just the sight causes me to scratch at my arms and neck madly. I loathe bugs. And it’s like Swarmageddon above my head right now.

Pulling myself up into a sitting position, the throbbing behind my eyes turns sharp and shatters into millions of razor-tipped tiny pieces of glass. I moan as I grab my head in pounding pain. The room spins, and I fall back with a hard thud against the cold concrete wall.

I hear footsteps, heavy and impending, walking along the rough cement of the hallway. I peek through my fingers, but all I can see is the knotted hair of my cellmate, my partner in crime.

The footsteps become louder, closer. Keys are jangling. Someone is whistling, and the screech of the rusty cell door makes scorching bile burn the back of my throat. I swallow twice to keep it down.

“Stone. Zolendz. Up-and-at-’em. Going before the judge,” a deep voice bellows. I hate the man instantly.

I believe I moan out some sort of unintelligible sound, but I’m not sure. Who can be sure?

The dull bulb overhead flickers and makes a sizzling sound. Damn, I’m in a place where even the bugs are killing themselves. “Come on ladies, let’s go,” the voice yells. It’s closer now, and the body attached to it starts kicking the wooden bench I’m sitting on. I think my head is going to explode from the vibrations and violent crashes that echo through my head. “What’s the matter, not willing to offer up your goods this morning?”

My head snaps up, “Excuse me?”

The man standing over me is older, in his sixties with a long gray beard. His eyes dance with laughter. “Well, Ma’am. That’s what you tried to bribe us with last night when we put you in here. Your goooooooods.” He kind of shimmies a little and gives a few humps into the air. I vomit a little in my mouth.

“Oh my God.Seriously? Just don’t…just don’t pay any attention to anything I said, okay?” I mumble my mortification.

“You mean to tell me, you’ll be cancelling our hot date tonight?” he laughs, snidely, mocking me. “Come on, Darlin’ the judge is waiting on you both. No harm done last night, you both were quite intoxicated.”

“Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick.” Slowly, I pull myself off the bench, every bone in my body screaming for a few more hours of silently sound sleep. And really, that stupid light bulb is annoying the Hell out of me; someone needs to shoot it.

“Angelisa,” I whisper and shake her awake. “Come on. We have to go. A judge wants to see us.”

“Blah…Ha. Ha. Very funny.Lemme sleep,” Angelisa groans and swats her hand at me. It falls to her side with a loud thwack against the metal rim of the bed.

“I can’t. Clear your head and think about last night. Think back. Go ahead,” I urge. She doesn’t. She remains motionless and silent; all but a small, low snore can be heard. “You seriously need to open your eyes right now, because we’re in trouble,” I hiss ominously.

Her head slowly turns toward me, eyes blinking open. They dart around the room and widen; a bubble of laughter escapes her lips. “We’re in jail, aren’t we?”

I smile and join in with her laughter, “We are indeed, waking up together in a jail cell.”

“Damn it, I can’t go to prison. You know how horrible I look in stripes,” she whispers as she climbs up to her feet, grabbing onto my shoulder and using me for leverage.

“Quick,” I look around the cell and laugh, “anybody got a cellphone? I wanna take a cellfie.”

And we try, we really do try not to fall back down into a fit of giggles, but it’s way too hard. We follow the guard down the hallway.

“Dude, I could so be a violent criminal.” Angelisa mumbles. “Shouldn’t you cuff me? Why doesn’t anyone ever want to handcuff me, Chris?” she whines.

“Ummm, she’s not violent. We swear. She’s just…just…dumb.” I explain, nudging her.

“Seriously though, how does he know I’m not packing an oozie in my girly stuff?”

“Ya know that is true. It’s kind of sexist that you don’t think we could be hiding heat?”

“Ladies, the only thing you two are trying to hide…or hide from is good old-fashioned middle age. And quite frankly, neither one of you is doing a bang-bang up job of it,” the son-of-a-slut says, pretending to shoot us.

“Is that what you do now? Shoot blanks?” Angelisa quips, exploding in laughter that spirals out of control until we’re both laughing like lunatics.

“Enough!” he shouts, trying to silence us before we enter the courtroom.

The two of us are still giggling like two immature kids being brought in front of the principal. Matted hair, mascara-streaked cheeks, and barefoot. I’m pretty sure I even have an extra tattoo somewhere.

We’re sworn in; big vocabulary is used. Case numbers are brought forth, and I almost fall asleep. I’m just about to face plant into the table with exhaustion when Judge Caroline Jacobson calls both of us up to the podium. “Ms. Zolendz. Ms. Stone. Approach the bench please.” She has dark tired brown eyes, the kind that are weighed down with darker brown bags beneath them. Her light blonde hair is pulled back into a tight, painful looking bun. It’s streaked with gray. I want to pull out all those restraining pins. I want her to stop feeling so tight and tense behind her bench. I want her to feel free like me, like us.

Almost as if Angelisa’s reading my thoughts, she mumbles, “Man, she needs to get laid…and needs to get those roots done.” I can’t control the giggle that escapes me. The judge eyes us sternly, and you can nearly hear our mouths snap shut.

“As I hear, you both were found in the fountains of the Bellagio last night. Swimming. Naked,” she chirps.

“Yes, that’s true,” Angelisa giggles, proudly next to me.

I nod my head in agreement, “Yeah, that certainly sounds like us—well, the new us, anyway.”

The judge pinches her lips into a tight pucker. Doesn’t she realize that’s exactly what makes those little wrinkles all around her mouth? She pulls out an envelope marked Prisoner Property/Currency and unfastens the clasp. I suck my lips between my teeth to stop myself from laughing, because this isn’t funny—at all. But if I remember correctly, the things in the envelope are.

She slips one dainty little hand in.

Angelisa and I lean forward to watch.

Two books of matches, fifty-six dollars, a bent wedding ring, a fake moustache, a shoehorn, four glow sticks, two “Call for a good time” prostitute cards, a tube of Ben-gay, and an extra large rubbery dildo that flops on its side when she places it on her desk.

“Do you want to explain to me why two fully grown women, respected in their fields, would be caught in this situation…with these items?”

Angelisa and I look and back and forth from her to each other and back again. We both shrug.

“Well, it all started with an apple pie,” I smile.

Angelisa nods next to me, “Yes, definitely. That’s probably where it all started, the apple pie fiasco.”

The judge leans back and draws in a long breath. She pulls her glasses off her fatigued eyes and rubs them softly with her hands. “An apple pie?”

“Yes. A forgotten apple pie. I can tell you every detail except for three or four days where I have no recollection. Both of us can, it’s what we do, tell stories.”

The corner of the judge’s lips curl up the tiniest bit, “Come into my chambers ladies, this I have to hear.”

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Christine Zolendz resides in New York City, and is the author of five novels. Her first series, a paranormal romance (heavy on the romance and light on the paranormal) was published in 2012-2013 and includes Fall From Grace, Saving Grace, and Scars and Songs. Her newest series, published in 2014, includes the dark romance Brutally Beautiful and Cold-Blooded Beautiful.

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Angelisa Stone is a typical Midwestern wife and mom, frazzled by parenting and housework, and overwhelmed with sports schedules, doctor appointments, and three-dimensional creative projects due “tomorrow morning.” Angelisa dreams of white sandy beaches, clear-blue waters, and Midori coladas in hand, but realizes that her loving husband and four not-so-perfect children are her real dreams-come-true. Writing and reading are her passions, and she hopes (and prays with her fingers tightly crossed) that readers will find enjoyment and escape through her words and characters.

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#TripleX
By: Christine Zolendz & Angelisa Stone

Does size really matter?

Two women spin a tale of comedy and new beginnings after they wake up and find themselves in a jail cell over 3000 miles away from home. Rehashing their adventure in front of a less-than-sympathetic judge, they give a laugh-out-loud and extremely detailed story of a road trip that finds them in a ton of trouble.

Battling age, weight, and their own personal demons, not only do they discover the open road and a life they misplaced somewhere in their 20s, they also find themselves. From breakups and stealing cars to blurry memories of something that might have happened in New Mexico, these two women will take you on a real journey, full of fun and, well, situations that people only write about and never really do….or do they?

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Christine Zolendz resides in New York City, and is the author of five novels. Her first series, a paranormal romance (heavy on the romance and light on the paranormal) was published in 2012-2013 and includes Fall From Grace, Saving Grace, and Scars and Songs. Her newest series, published in 2014, includes the dark romance Brutally Beautiful and Cold-Blooded Beautiful.

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Angelisa Stone is a typical Midwestern wife and mom, frazzled by parenting and housework, and overwhelmed with sports schedules, doctor appointments, and three-dimensional creative projects due “tomorrow morning.” Angelisa dreams of white sandy beaches, clear-blue waters, and Midori coladas in hand, but realizes that her loving husband and four not-so-perfect children are her real dreams-come-true. Writing and reading are her passions, and she hopes (and prays with her fingers tightly crossed) that readers will find enjoyment and escape through her words and characters.

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How to Un-Marry a Millionaire by Billie Morton (Giveaway)

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RICKY HART wants to the get the hell out of small-town Arizona to escape the fate of generations of women in her family – a boring, nothing future.

Inspired by Basia Johnson, a penniless cook who married into the Johnson and Johnson fortune, Ricky sets in motion a plan to get inside a rich old man’s house. Once there, she will do the rest. She is twenty-two years old, blonde and unashamedly brazen.

And she is ready to make a deal with the Devil.

What she hasn’t counted on is seventy-year-old SANDFORD KEANE, the Arizona Copper King, a notorious sonofabitch with an agenda of his own, and a family with a long history of other ambitious wives.

One of them is SUZANNE NELSON-DRUMMOYNE-GRAFF-CARMEL, a serial marrier who has finally found love. Unfortunately it is not with her latest husband. At war with her mother-in-law, PHILIPPA, a legendary old viper and trophy wife of another era, Suzanne is thirty-seven and terrified that she is about to hit her “use-by” date.

From the richest enclaves of Connecticut and Manhattan to the wilds of the Arizona desert and New Mexico, the novel brings these women together on a raunchy, life-changing encounter that will make them question the roles they have chosen for themselves, and the high price they have all paid to live the pampered life of a rich man’s wife.

 

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The afternoon heat was baking the Southern Arizona classroom like an overdone pot roast, and Mr. Tomkins was droning on and on about JKF this and JFK that.  But all Ricky Hart could think about was Jackie.

Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.

The biggest class act to ever pull on pantyhose.

If Ricky could have picked any woman from history to share a pedicure with at The Doris Day and Night Beauty Parlor in downtown Wilcox, it would have been the former Queen of Camelot. Cleopatra and Carla Bruni were close runners-up, followed by a long list of other famous man-magnets whose biographies she hauled home every week from the library and devoured.

Lately she’d been reading snippets from Jackie O to her sister Pearl in the tiny bedroom they shared and had transformed – with Pearl’s artistic talents and Ricky’s imagination – into a French boudoir.

“She stole her own sister’s billionaire?” Pearl had screeched from her canopied bed hung with floral shower curtains.  Ricky nodded solemnly.

“That’s right. Lee Radziwill had him first.”

“I’m surprised Jackie didn’t snatch her bald-headed,” Pearl snorted.

“Maybe she did. Maybe that’s why Jackie was always wearing them headscarves,” Ricky had laughed.

“You’d need more than a head scarf if you ran off with my man,” Pearl added. “You’d need a whole new head. There’d be fur flying all over the house.”

“But it wouldn’t be mink,” Ricky sighed. “More like squirrel.”

Ricky dragged her wandering brain back to the stifling school room.  Mr. Tomkins’ buggy eyes behind his big black trifocals were flitting up and down the rows and came to rest on the best looking girl in his history class.

“So, Ricky, would you agree that the Cuban missile crisis was the most serious problem of President Kennedy’s office?”

Ricky shook her head hard sending her long hair flying the way she always did to buy some time and distract unwanted attention.

“Ricky?”

“Huh?”

Now the whole class was looking at her. “I said how would you rate the Cuban Missile Crisis in the overall scheme of JFK’s presidency?”

“Well, Mr. Tomkins,” she replied, spritzing her face with a little bottle of Evian she’d started taking everywhere, just like Kate Moss.  “The flap about them missiles was turned into a big international imbroglio.”

“In what?” spat Sally Reynolds at the next desk, her face all scrunched up and her buck teeth bared like she was sizing up a field of lettuce for lunch.

“Imbroglio,” Ricky said, glaring at her. She hoped she was pronouncing it right.  Mr. Tomkins, she noticed, did look kind of impressed. Least he yanked his pants higher, the way he always did when anything took him by surprise.

“In my opinion,” she went on, like Angelina Jolie at the UN, with every delegate glued to her hooters, “the Cuban Missile Crisis was just another pissing contest between two guys who couldn’t keep their peckers in their pants.”

Mr. Tomkins gave her that disappointed look of his that was meant to make her feel all guilty, but screw it, sniffed Ricky. Who the hell could think straight in this heat on a Friday afternoon? It was enough to make you start speaking in tongues.

As Rose Harris’ hand shot up to give some whiny kiss-my-ass answer that Tomkins just loved, Ricky checked the clock on the wall for the ten thousandth time and leaned back in her chair to peer out the window.  The sky was a swirling tantrum of storm clouds, dark as the blackheads on Joe Grantley’s neck at the desk in front of her.  One of these days, Ricky thought, I might even let him take me to the drive in, and while he’s watching some dumb action hero blow things up – like Kennedy and Khrushchev nearly blew up the goddamn world – I’ll nip on in and pop them suckers right outta their sockets before he knows what’s hit him.

At the desk behind her Cody Radden, busting for a Marlborough, flicked his lighter, sending a gleam onto the little diamond on Ricky’s finger, and she suddenly remembered that her days of going to the drive-in with Joe Grantley, or anyone else, were history.

She was an engaged woman.

Sally Reynolds at the next desk over was turning five shades of green with jealousy as Ricky swiveled her hand around, playing games with the light on the first precious stone of her life, and slipped back into daydreaming.

She and Pearl had chosen the ring in the antique store in old downtown Wilcox, right next to the candy store where Geronimo used to come down from the hills to buy his sugar. Dolan had told her, “You go ahead and get it if that’s the one you have your heart set on. I’ll pay you back soon as my insurance payout comes through.”

Ricky felt kind of weird about buying her own engagement ring, though Pearl said she’d pay for it out of her Christmas savings. But Dolan had got all forceful about it. It had taken him a month, and a valium he’d stole from his boss at the co-op, to get up the courage to ask her to marry him. Like he said, “Two Ricky Harts don’t come along in a lifetime.  I’m not let lettin’ some dumb accident get in my way.”

It wasn’t the money that was starting to wake her up in the middle of the night with a feeling of dread, like the sheriff was hauling her off to jail in handcuffs.  Dolan was her man, everybody said so, and she was one lucky girl.  He was good people, and he was going places.  In seven-and-a-half months, when the baby came, they’d have their own house. It wouldn’t be a whole helluva lot, but at least it’d just be the three of them. Eight people crammed into one crappy house like at home was not feasible, Ricky had long ago decided, if a girl wanted to stay sane. You just had to take one look at her mother.

Feasible was probably Ricky’s favorite word of all. She had it typed out in big letters and stuck on the wall next to her bed in the boudoir.

FEASABLE:  CAPABLE OF BEING ACCOMPLISHED OR BROUGHT ABOUT

As far as she was concerned, that covered just about everything if you put your mind to it. Well nearly everything. Those four missing fingers on Dolan’s hand weren’t ever coming back no matter how hard she put her mind or anything else to it. Their stumps didn’t disgust her so much now. Just so long as he didn’t try sticking that lonely thumb any place she didn’t want it stuck.

What worried her most about Dolan was that not only was he not part of The Plan, he was ripping it up and tossing it in the trash. And the kicker was he didn’t even know there was a plan.

Thirty minutes left, thought Ricky. Thirty long, boring-as-shit minutes till I get outta here.  She yawned. Pearl would have the truck ready and they’d take off, splitting the mud and chasing storms like they’d been doing every weekend since Pearl’d saved enough money to buy those old wheels.  Sometimes Ricky wondered if she should’ve quit school too and be earning a proper full-time wage instead of sitting inside this stinking hot school room learning a bunch of bull.

“I bet they had air conditioning at Jackie Kennedy’s school,” she whispered to Sally, giving her a mercy squirt of Evian. “Not some old crappy fan blowing BO into your face. I bet Jackie never even smelt BO in her whole life, though, come to think of it, Ari Onassis looked like he could’ve stunk. Still, for all that money, I’d have put up with some stink too.”

Suddenly Pearl’s old white Ford screeched into the parking lot. Hallelujah! She must have got out of the store early. Ricky watched through the dusty window as Pearl jumped down from the leopard-skin-covered cab, tipped a bottle of water over her head, and shook like a dog. Then she dug into her coveralls pocket and pulled out a nice little thin doobie – one of her “racehorses.” Pearl liked to come up with her own name for things. With a flip and a flick of her Zippo, the one Ricky had given her last year for her twenty-first, she fired it up, tipping her head back to watch the smoke rings she was famous for around these parts.

Ricky unglued her spray-on-tan legs from the seat, smoothed down her pencil shirt, tucked in her blouse and stood up. “’Scuse me, Mr. Tomkins,” she said, real ladylike, “but I gotta get to the little girl’s room.”

Then she was out the door running like a flop-eared hound towards Pearl, the storm, and a whole weekend of no goddamn high school.

MY REVIEW:

This was chick lit at it’s most comedic!  You meet 3 women: Ricky, young twenty something blonde whose mission is to marry money: Suzanne, mid-thirties, married money several times but was still left broke until she married Boy (don’t worry he’e 39, its a nickname): and Philippa, in her eighties with her memories and her dog.  You go along for a crazy ride through their lives as they get what they want but do they really want it? And is it worth it after you have it? This book had some great parts but it did drag in some parts.  All in all a good read. 4 ****

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Billie Morton studied Social Anthropology in London( BSc, MA) with the aim of heading off to places far flung and making ethnographic films about tribal life. Along the way she took a detour to visit the natives of Hollywood where all human activity seemed to revolve around writing a screenplay. Through a mutual friend she hooked up with fledging writer Robin Maxwell and over Chinese chicken salad pitched an idea for a movie.  After a 15 minute lesson on the back of a paper napkin Robin had imparted her total wisdom about screenplay writing and a plan had been hatched to co-write the work.

With beginner’s luck Robin brilliantly sold the finished product to Columbia Pictures and suddenly they were screenplay writers. Billie departed her life as a researcher at the BBC in London and moved to Los Angeles.

The story was promptly ripped off by another company when it appeared on the cover of the Hollywood Reporter, but they were soon hired to develop other ideas for studios and production companies around town. To remain sane while this precarious career careened all over the freeways, Robin began writing historical fiction novels – including the bestseller The Secret Diary of Ann Boleyn – and Billie became a documentary film maker all those years later.

Among the wide-ranging social customs she filmed was America’s affair with guns (Living with the Gun) the Porn Industry (Porn in the USA) Australian Aboriginal Soldiers patrolling the outback (Tripwire) The American Health Scene (Your Money or Your Life) and many others.

How To Un-Marry a Millionaire is her first novel. It was inspired by meeting young – and not so young – women across the globe all busily performing a colourful array of mating dances.  Some were dancing as fast as they could. Others were looking to take a little time and add love to the dream. And some were grabbing the microphone at the nearest karaoke bar to belt out Tina Turner’s classic – What’s Love Got To Do With It?

These were the ones she chose to write about from her new home in the rainforest of northern Australia.

Social Media Links:

https://www.facebook.com/BillieMortonBooks

http://happilyeverafterwritingintherain.com/

Buy Link:

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/how-to-un-marry-a-millionaire-billie-morton/1120052082?ean=9781620154021

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Tequila Dirty Book #3 in The Hard Stuff Series by Mickey J. Corrigan

New from The Wild Rose Press
Book #3 in The Hard Stuff Series by Mickey J. Corrigan
Tequila Dirty
                               
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Something bad has happened (again) in Dusky
Beach. And Rita Deltone, a tough talking waitress from Lemon Run,
Florida, is smack in the middle of it. She knows all too well the dirt road she
took to get down so low, but she takes the long way around in the telling.
 
Liam Donell is the new detective in town. His partner is on
vacation so he has to handle all the dirty work. But this Rita chick is pretty
cute. He’s not making the best decisions regarding the case. Soon enough, it
turns ugly.
 
An unlikely couple, Rita and Liam try to make the best of a bad
situation. With hot, hilarious, and surprising results.

MY REVIEW:

I received this book as an ARC for a honest review.  It is a cute light read about Rita, a waitress, and the bad decisions she makes to earn money.  This story is narrated by Rita (her version of events).  It is a short novella you can read during your lunch hour or in one evening.  It has sex, crime, romance and a REALLY surprising ending.  4.5 *****


Release
Date: August 17, 2014
Genre: women’s lit, crime, romantic comedy, crime romance
Length: Novella; 81 pages; 17,745 words
Heat rating: spicy
ISBN: 978-1-62830-482-4
Price: $1.99
Buy links:
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=1147

Websites: 
http://www . mickeyjcorrigan.com 
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5828647.Mickey_J_Corrigan
http://mickeyjcorrigan.tumblr.com/ books

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Author Spotlight: Amanda Aksel (Author of: The Man Test)

Amanda
~*~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~*~
AMANDA (ah-MAHN-dah)- Latin- Meaning lovable or worthy of love.
Fitting. I’ve always had an affinity for love.

Being born in sunny San Diego in the mid 80’s to a young military couple gave me plenty of insight into the dynamics of a romantic relationship. Somewhere between moving coasts every three years, I found myself engrossed in fairytale romances and dressing up like a bride.

My first real love was writing. By my sophomore year in a new high school in Virginia, I had a slew of short stories, songs, poems, and articles to my name. Writing was fun. It was a way to get the emotions, dialogue, and pictures out of my head, and create a destiny for my characters.
​I had no intention of making a career in writing, because it wasn’t what I did, it was who I was. In reality, I wanted to be an actress. Ah, to be the face of someone else’s authored story. The plan was to move in with my aunt in L.A. after graduation, but had a change of heart. Instead, I stayed with my high school sweetheart (now husband) and attended a film school in Norfolk, VA. It was at this school that I discovered my love for writing screenplays and felt compelled to follow that path. But…as the practical girl I was brought up to be, I decided to go to a real university. While working full time, I completed my BA in Psychology in four and a half years. Becoming a couple’s therapist had always been my “backup” career and there I was on my way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time.

With all my new free time after graduation, I decided to turn my full-length screenplay into a novel in hopes it would help my screenplay sell. I think I was in the middle of writing chapter two when I realized that everything I had ever written was to prepare me for that moment when I knew I was a novelist. Talk about the affirmation of my life. Now my plan is to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time.
~*~BOOK LIST~*~
The Man Test 
~*~SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS~*~

https://www.facebook.com/AmandaAksel

Amanda

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