27 February 2013

Blitz: Highlander Mine

Happy Wednesday! I'm part of a book blitz today for Highlander Mine by Kharisma Rayne. This is only a short posting, but I hope it's enough to peak your interest.


Meet Auralee Fraser and see into her life as it is in 2012. As a history major doing Scottish research (and fluent in Gaelic) she feels misplaced - perhaps born in the wrong century. But she is still a woman and her over-protective brother is on her last nerve.

22 February 2013

Book Blast: Untangling the Knot

Happy Friday! Oh, what glorious words. I get to spend the morning with my beloved husband before he goes to work for the weekend, but on the bright side there are no sleepovers scheduled or anything important to do. Guess what I'll be doing? Reading all weekend!

Anyhoo, today is a book blast for Untangling the Knot by Deanne Wilsted. And guess what? The author will be awarding a $10 gift card to Amazon or Barnes And Noble, so be sure to go here and enter for a chance to win. Enjoy!

“I did what?”

Twenty-eight year old Gabriella Bessu is St. Therese’s meticulous wedding ceremony coordinator. So the fact that she has mistakenly signed her newest couple up for an annulment, rather than a wedding, sends her Catholic guilt into overdrive.

But who can blame her? The groom is gorgeous and his two kids tug at Gabriella’s heart in a way that overcomes all her best intentions. Before long she’s in over her head, fixing her mixed-up plans and helping the children and dad come to terms with their haunting grief for the mother and wife they lost years earlier.

Can Gabriella untangle her own fears and accept the messy life that God has handed them? 


“Umm, Gabriella,” Chloe said, “I don’t think that’s the plumber. It sounds like . . .”

The last thing Ryan had expected to see when he’d entered the cottage was Gabriella flat on her back in a puddle of water, inspecting the rear of the toilet. Chloe was holding a bucket and a sopping wet towel, and Peter was nowhere to be seen.

“Hi, Chloe,” he said quickly. “Where’s Peter?”

“Dad!” Peter came flying from another room and flung himself into Ryan’s arms.
“RYAN?” Gabriella yelled and quickly sat up. The thump of her head smacking the toilet bowl echoed around the tiny room.

“Ow,” she cried. “Damn it! Ow, ow, ow.”

Ryan grimaced. Gabriella sat on the wet floor, near tears, rubbing at the welt already forming on her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she said, clearly at the end of her rope. “I can’t believe I said that in front of the kids. It’s just, everything has gone wrong today.”

She hung her head in her lap and began to cry for real.

Ryan had to hold back a smile. She looked so much like a wet cat. And, to top it off, she had yet to hear how wrong things had really gone with the day.

“Come on, now. It’s not that bad,” he finally said. “We’ll get it all fixed. Don’t worry.”

Chloe’s face lit up with an expression he hadn’t seen in years. For a few moments at least he was back to being her superhero dad.


With an English teacher for a mom, DEANNE WILSTED, grew up reciting conjugation instead of nursery rhymes. Now, forty years later, she's sharing that special skill through her writing and her mothering. Her first book, a contemporary romance called BETTING JESSICA, was released October 2011. Her second Novel, UNTANGLING THE KNOT, is due out in February 2013 from Soul Mate Publishing. She is currently marketing her third book for publication and writing her fourth, fifth and sixth while blogging about the crazy stuff she overhears while writing.

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15 February 2013

Book Tour: Insatiable

Happy Friday! Unfortunately, this post should have been live earlier, but due to an extensive issue with my oldest child it slipped my mind. My sincerest apologies. Here's a book tour for Insatiable by Emily Kimelman! Enjoy!

Don't forget to check out the prize she's offering:

This is a handblown glass made by her husband to be awarded to a randomly drawn commenter!


INSATIABLE is the third novel in my Sydney Rye Series of dark murder mysteries. This series feature a strong female protagonist and her canine best friend. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don't mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

INSATIABLE begins with private detective Sydney Rye living a simple, disciplined life in London, but when a dangerous man from her past calls, Rye finds she cannot turn him away. Robert Maxim explains that the daughter of a powerful friend has gone missing and he wants Rye to find her. In exchange he offers her something she had given up hope of ever having; freedom from her past.

With her dog, Blue, at her side, Rye meets up with her new partner, a handsome man she's not sure she can trust. Heading for Mexico City, they go undercover, posing as husband and wife. After meeting with the bereaved parents, Rye starts to sense that there is more going on than just a missing girl. But it isn't until they arrive in the Yucatan Peninsula, hot on the girl's trail in Paradise, that all hell breaks loose. Sydney has to reach out for help from old friends and deal with the consequences of her past, if she's going to find the girl and keep them all alive.


"What the fuck is that?" he asked.

"A dog," I answered, moving toward the only remaining chair at the table. Blue stayed on my heel.

The man put up his hands and knocked his chair over trying to back up. "I don't like dogs, and I don't like that."

I took my seat and Blue sat next to me. "He won't hurt you." The man reached behind him, opened a drawer and pulled out a hand gun, swinging it around to aim at Blue. His hand was shaking. I smiled at him. "It still surprises me that so many people are so afraid of dogs."

"I'll fucking shoot it."

"That seems unnecessary," I said. He didn't look like he was going to shoot Blue but with the tremor in his finger and the fear in his eyes, there was little I could be sure of. "How about I have him wait outside?"

"How about you just get the fuck out of my house?"

I stood up and reached into my purse. "Hey," he turned the gun on me.

"I'm just getting money," I said. I moved very slowly ignoring the muzzle of the gun trained on my face. I pulled out a bundle of cash and slowly placed it on the table. "You give me that gun, another that looks like it, and some bullets, I'll leave the money and your house," I said.

He looked down at the money and then at Blue, then his eyes reached my face. "I don't like doing business this way."

"Me either, man, but then again, I'm not the one who pulled out a gun and started threatening people's pets." I smiled at him and I could see him relax.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Emily Kimelman lives on a boat in the Hudson Valley with her husband, Sean and their dog Kinsey (named after Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone). Kimelman has a passion for traveling and spends as much time as possible in the pursuit of adventure.

Her Sydney Rye series feature a strong female protagonist and her canine best friend. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don't mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

Website/blog: https://emilykimelman.wordpress.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ejkimelman

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Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4832911.Emily_Kimelman

11 February 2013

Spotlight: Alien Lover

Monday, Monday. I don't know how many of y'all watch the Walking Dead, but that one keeps me up for a few extra hours on Sunday nights so I'm pretty beat this morning. That doesn't stop the Monday from rolling in, though, does it? Welcome to the blog tour for Alien Lover by Jessica E Subject!


Unconvinced of her fiancĂ©’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancĂ©. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”
She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.
Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.
“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.
“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?
She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.
With a huge outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips curved into a smile.
She gasped. “Diego?" 

About the Author:
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from her readers.
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07 February 2013

Review: The Dream Slayer

Happy Thursday! Today is a review and spotlight of The Dream Slayer by Jill Cooper. Enjoy!


The Dream Slayer is a story of a normal girl being thrown into battles with the strongest demons imaginable. Imagine, for a moment, that you have a dream about a person you're scared of dying, and then it happens. This is what happened to Natalie.

Natalie is a young girl, struggling through high school with bullies. She's had strange dreams involving a different form of herself being a demon slayer, but suddenly the dreams begin to infiltrate her life. The author took the traditional idea of a doppelganger and flipped it on its side. I really enjoyed this novel, and I recommend it.


In the young adult teen series Dream Slayer, Natalie Johnson has always dreamed she’s someone else; calm, beautiful, in control. A chosen warrior with a maniacal arch nemesis and a dreamy boyfriend, the type that can make your knees melt and your heart quiver.

Real life is much different. She’s tormented by a bully and endures the sharp tongue of her father, but finds solace in her dreams.

When her bully ends up dead, de ja vu from a dream hits her hard as everything around her begins to fall apart. Whatever killed Sarah in her dreams is now in reality, hunting her from the shadows. And it wants her dead.

Somehow as the lines between reality and nightmare blur, Natalie must discover hidden strength to pull her friends and family back from the brink of madness.


Sarah stayed, bending down to Natalie’s head. “You’re disgusting.” The look of hate on Sarah’s face was palpable. “You’re useless. If you think this is bad, just wait till you see what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

“Just… leave me alone.” Natalie’s hushed voice was barely a whisper, but inside she was pleading for her life.

Sarah snorted. What should have been a pretty face was twisted and cruel. “You think you can stop me?”

Natalie knew she couldn’t. She just knew.

“God damn it,” the bus driver yelled, his heavy footsteps advancing. “McDonald, what the hell do you think you’re up to?” He reached down and yanked on the girl’s sweater, forcing her up.

“Hey!” Sarah pushed his hands away but was unable to get his girth to move. “Do you know who my parents are? Get off me, jerk.”

“You hit her? You think it will matter if you hit her?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Please, like I had to touch her. She’s a klutz.” Sarah’s eyes looked down at Natalie. “Right?”

She tried to sit up, but her limbs shook like she’d been hit by a runaway freight train. “Right,” Natalie’s voice cracked. “I’m okay. Sarah was just trying to… help me.”

“That’s your story? That’s what you really want to tell me?” His voice was angry, and Natalie shook all over again. She wanted to hide… to fade away.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jill Cooper loves tea more than coffee and is obsessed over finding that perfect recipe.She was born in 1977 and shared a room with her sister for 18 years. Early on she had dreams of writing romances and mysteries. It was something she did when most kids were trying out for softball or out riding bikes.

She's always loved dark mysteries, but also enjoys a great comedy so she tries to include both these things in everything she writes, one way or another.

She lives in Danvers, MA with two cats, a toddler, a husband, and a 1964 yellow taxi. Her life is chaotic, but fun. She can be contacted at http://www.jillacooper.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/jillybug

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05 February 2013

Book Blast: Winds Aria

Happy Tuesday! Here's hoping everybody is having a great week so far. Today's book blast is for Winds Aria by Tessa Stockton. Thanks for reading and enjoy!


Aria falls into the hands of the dreaded angel who seems to have stolen more than her voice . . .

“Who are you?”

He pushed further back into the shadows as she strode closer. “Someone you need not know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

When he didn’t answer, she sighed.

“What a strange, terrible day,” she mumbled. “Well, at least tell me your name . . .”

He stood, speechless, knowing he shouldn’t be there at all—conversing with a Meleyan—especially not their musical deliverer that he was set to doom the day after tomorrow.

A peculiar grumbling interrupted her insistence, to his relief.

“Sorry.” She patted her stomach. He could see, even in the blackened night, how her face turned a deeper shade of red than her hair. “I’ve forgotten to eat. I guess I’m hungrier than I realized.”

He plucked an apple from the tree he’d nearly become a part of and held it out to her. The girl approached tentatively. She reached for the fruit but recoiled when her fingers brushed his.

“Is touching me so horrible?” he asked.

Her jaw dropped open and her delicate brow furrowed. She inclined her head. “It . . . hurt.”

“How?” he asked, for her fingers felt good to him, soothing. Warm. He wanted to try again.

“I don’t know how to explain . . .”

“Hum.” Unsatisfied with the answer, he tossed the apple to her and watched as she crunched her teeth into it.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A veteran of the performing arts and worldwide missions, Tessa Stockton also contributed as a writer/editor for ministry publications, ghostwriter for political content, and she headed a column on the topic of forgiveness. Today she writes romance and intrigue novels in a variety of genres. In addition to her fantasy romance, WIND’S ARIA, she’s the author of suspense/thriller, THE UNSPEAKABLE, political intrigue/romance, THE UNFORGIVABLE, and a literary short story, LOVE AND LULL, with more in the works.




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01 February 2013

Guest Post: United

Happy Friday! Finally, it's been quite a week. Enjoy today's post, by Vanessa North!

The author is also offering a giveaway, and the details for entry are here.

Guest Post:

Hi, Lindsay, thank you so much for having on your lovely blog!

I wanted to talk today a little bit secondary characters and how sometimes, they can change everything.

No joke, I love secondaries, and I always have huge casts of them, even in shorter books. Having a plot spanning three books, the secondaries in the Ushers trilogy sort of became like family to me, and United boasts some of my favorite secondaries ever. Two of them literally changed the shape of the series.

Of course all our favorites from Amazon are still around: Jack and Bianca, Ted, Ellen, and Kathy, Annie the Guide, and the Murphy parents: Roisin and Cormac. The Guide to the third Usher is introduced in United, and we also get to meet Fionn’s kids, Devon and Rose.

United brings us a trio of baddies: the Kirk brothers from North Carolina. I loved Tavis Kirk so much, the man actually got his hands into my plotting outline and shredded it, then rewrote the whole ending for me. Tavis is a one-legged evangelical werewolf, who in my mind looks a little like Edward James Olmos--all bad-ass and growly. The way I originally planned to end the book had to be drastically changed once he appeared because suddenly, he had to play a bigger role in the story and he had to have a longer-lasting impact on Amazon Pack. Thank you, Tavis, for that. You gave me a storyline I hadn’t anticipated! I’m not going to say anymore about that because I don’t want to give away any spoilers. :)

The other secondary who changed things up on me is Angelo Gonzalez. To this day, Angelo is my favorite character I’ve written. We first meet him in Amazon, where he describes himself as “a dork with an MBA.” Angelo stole my heart from the very first time I wrote one of his scenes, and his friendship with Monica is still one of my favorite things about the trilogy. By the time I finished writing his first scene in United, I knew something major had to change in book three: Angelo would have to be the hero in Cracked.

I hope you all enjoy meeting these guys--I loved writing them and they really did become a second family to me during the months I spent writing their books!

Available at…

She's willing to fight like hell for her man, but in return, she wants all of him.

Irresponsible is the only way to describe the last twenty years of Fionn Murphy's life. Now the fate of Were society depends upon him getting his act together. After all those years of bad behavior, he doesn't believe himself worthy of happiness.

Monica is the one woman who can give Fionn the happiness he doesn't believe he deserves. She's been preparing for their mutual destiny for decades, never expecting her mate to be so...careless. She's willing to fight like hell for her man, but in return, she wants all of him.

When Fionn's enemies exploit his past to discover his weaknesses, the two must stand together to unite the packs as one and save Fionn's family. 

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

He laid his head in her lap, and she savored the feel of it, the weight of him against her as he relaxed onto her legs. Her hand stole into his dyed-blond hair, ruffling though it, the texture like silk under her fingers. She felt his wolf within him, reaching for her touch and knew that he denied himself as much as her. She stroked from his hair down into his beard and she watched as his lips parted and he drew a ragged breath.

Annie stood quietly, then tiptoed from the room, closing the door behind her.

“Fionn,” Monica whispered. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“I don’t know, dammit.” His eyes clenched shut as he sat back on his heels, burying both hands in his hair. Finally, he looked up and his eyes met hers, agony hovering just under the surface. “I’m falling apart, just being close to you.”

“Kiss me,” she demanded. He looked at her, startled.

“C’mon, Finny, kiss me,” she repeated.


“No, Fionn Murphy.” She stood up, tugging him to his feet with her. “You need to know something. I’m your mate. I know what that is, how it feels. You’ve never been mated before. You’ve played around, but you don’t know what it feels like to kiss your mate. Don’t you want to know? Aren’t you even the littlest bit curious?” She stood up on the tips of her toes, pressing her face to the skin of his throat and inhaling his scent.

Oh Goddess, up close he smelled even more intense and amazing .

“Mo,” he pleaded. She met his eyes and saw in them a hunger that sent echoes of need into her. Feeling the heady power of seduction, she leaned forward and licked from the hollow between his collarbones up to his ear, and she bit, scissoring the lobe between her teeth. She felt the rumble of a growl run through him, and he pushed her away. Her eyes closed, tears forming with a sting behind her nose.

Then his hands were bracketing her face and his lips crushed down hard on hers. This was no gentle kiss. Nothing like Angelo’s caring caresses, intended for comfort. This kiss wasn’t about caring. It was full of anger, lust, regret. But as his tongue swept through her mouth and his elemental male taste tingled all the way to her toes, she felt her teeth lengthen and she smiled against his lips. Her mate.

His assault on her mouth lost some of its fervor, replacing the urgency with languor as he swept his tongue through her mouth again and again as if he wanted to memorize her taste. Her hands fisted in the cotton of his tank top, pinching the nipple ring underneath. His hands sank into her hair, tugging. She felt with her tongue and realized his teeth had shifted too. The knowledge sent a victorious thrill through her.

He knew. He knew, dammit.

He pulled away, leaving her bereft. She watched as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth in horror. “I’m sorry Mo. I should never—ever—have kissed you in anger.”

“If that’s the only way I can ever have you, I would take it,” she confessed. It broke her to admit it, but she knew the pull of mate to mate.

His eyes closed and a spasm of pain crossed his face.

“You deserve so much better,” he whispered. He ran a gentle hand down the side of her face and grimaced. “I have to go. We can talk, after I get back?”

She nodded. Of course they could talk. All they ever did was talk.

About the Author
Vanessa North was born in New England but moved to the South as a teenager, where she learned to appreciate biscuits and gravy, bluegrass, and that most welcome of greetings: “Hey y’all!” She has a degree in Mass Communication but has long since abandoned journalism in favor of writing romance. Instead of telling the news, V would rather tell stories.

Vanessa has a voracious appetite for books and loves all kinds. She writes obsessively: every day brings new ideas and stories to tell. When she’s not buried in a book—hers or someone else’s—you can find her taking thousands of photographs of the people she loves.

She lives in Northwest Georgia with her handsome husband, not-quite-civilized twin boy-children, and a very, very large dog.

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Other Books by Vanessa North
Amazon (The Ushers #1)
Shifter's Dance (The Wiccan Haus)
Two In Winter
Fight or Flight
Wild At Heart Vol I (Benefiting Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge)