The Beautiful Ashes – Jeaniene Frost EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY!

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Title: The Beautiful Ashes

Author: Jeaniene Frost

Expected Publication: August 26th, 2014

 

About The Beautiful Ashes

In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate.

Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. And the one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who’s bound by an ancient legacy to betray her.

Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn’t mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn’t: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side and Adrian on the other. And nothing but ashes in between…

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About Jeaniene Frost:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAJeaniene Frost is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress series, the Night Prince series, and the upcoming Broken Destiny series. To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in North Carolina with her husband Matthew, who long ago accepted that she rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling – by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her.

For information on Jeaniene’s books, reading the first 20% of each book free, book trailers, deleted scenes, creature mythology, and more, please visit: www.jeanienefrost.com

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Excerpt:

A familiar song was playing, but I couldn’t remember the name. That bugged me enough to open my eyes. A wall of black met my gaze, slick and smooth like glass. I reached up to see what it was, and that’s when I realized my hands were tied.

“Silent Lucidity” by Queensryche, my mind supplied, followed immediately by, I’m in the backseat of a car. One that was well taken care of, going by that flawless, shiny roof. With those details filled in, I also remembered what had happened right before I’d passed out. And who I was with.

“Why are my hands tied?” I said, heaving myself into an upright position.

For some reason Adrian didn’t have a rear view mirror, which was why he had to glance over his shoulder to look at me.

“Does anything make you panic?” he asked, sounding amused. “You’re tied up in the backseat of a cop-killer’s car, but I’ve seen people get more upset when Starbucks runs out of pumpkin spice flavor.”

Anyone normal would panic, not that it would do any good. Besides, I ran out of “normal” a long time ago, when I realized I saw things no one else did.

Speaking of which, why wasn’t I in pain? The lump where Mrs. Paulson had whacked me was gone, and my shirt was red from blood, but aside from a mild kink in my neck, I felt fine. When I pushed my shirt up, somehow, I wasn’t surprised to see smooth, unbroken skin on my abdomen. Well, that and a bunch of crumbs, like I’d eaten a dessert too messily.

“Why does it look like I have angel food cake on my stomach?” I wondered aloud.

Adrian snorted. “Close. It’s medicine. You were injured.”

“You can tell me how I’m not anymore,” I said, holding out my bound hands, “after you untie me.”

Another backwards glance, this one challenging.

“You may be the calmest person I’ve ever been sent to retrieve, but if I tell you now what you want to know, that will change. So pick—the truth, or being untied?”

“Truth,” I said instantly.

He let out a laugh. “Another first. You’re full of surprises.”

So was he. He’d just admitted that he regularly kidnapped people—which was how I translated “retrieve”—so I should be trying my damnedest to get free. But more than anything, I needed answers. Besides, I still wasn’t afraid of him, and somehow, that had nothing to do with him magically healing me.

“Truth, Adrian,” I repeated.

He turned once again and his gaze locked with mine, those odd blue eyes startling me with their intensity. For a moment, I could only stare, all thought frozen in my mind. I don’t know why I reached out, awkwardly touching his arm to feel the hard muscles beneath that bulky jacket. If I’d thought about it, I wouldn’t have done it. Yet I couldn’t make myself pull away.

Then I gasped when his hand covered mine. At some point, he’d taken off his gloves, and the feel of his warm, bare skin sent a shock wave through me. The touch seemed to affect Adrian, too. His lips parted and he edged over the back of the seats—

He yanked on the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding another car. A horn blared, and when the driver passed us, an extended middle finger shook angrily in our direction. I leaned back, my heart pounding from the near collision. At least, that’s what I told myself it was from.

“Dyate,” Adrian muttered.

I didn’t recognize the word, and I was at a loss to place his accent. It had a musical cadence like Italian, but beneath that was a harsher, darker edge.

“What’s that language?” I asked, trying to mask the sudden shakiness in my voice.

This time, he didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Nothing you’ve heard of.”

“I picked truth, remember?” I said, holding up my bound hands for emphasis.

That earned me a quick glance. “That is the truth, but you don’t get more until you meet Zach. Then we can skip all the ‘this isn’t possible’ arguments.”

I let out a short laugh. “After what I saw on Detective Kroger’s face, my definition of ‘impossible’ has changed.”

Adrian swerved again, but this time, no other car was near.

“What did you see?”

I tensed. How did I explain without sounding insane? No way to, so I chose to go on the attack instead.

“Why were you in my hotel room? And how did you heal me? There isn’t even a mark—”

“What did you see on his face, Ivy?”

Despite his hard tone, when my name crossed his lips, something thrummed inside me, like he’d yanked on a tie I hadn’t known was there. Feeling it was as disturbing as my inexplicable reaction to his clasping my hands.

“Shadows,” I said quickly, to distract from that. “He had snakelike shadows all over his face.”

I expected Adrian to tell me I’d imagined it, a response I was used to hearing. Instead, he pulled over, putting the car in park but keeping the engine running. Then he turned to stare at me.

“Was that the only strange thing you saw?”

I swallowed. I knew better than to talk about these things. Still, I’d demanded the truth from Adrian. It didn’t seem fair to lie in return.

“I saw two versions of the same B and B earlier. One was pretty, but the other was old and rotted, and my sister was trapped inside it.”

Adrian said nothing, though he continued to pin me with that hard stare. When he finally spoke, his question was so bizarre I thought I’d misheard him.

“What do I look like to you?”

“Huh?”

“My appearance.” He drew out the words like I was slow. “Describe me.”

All of a sudden, he wanted compliments? I might have finally met someone crazier than me.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, but started with the obvious. “Six-six, early twenties, built like Thor, golden brown hair with blond highlights, silvery blue eyes…you want me to go on?”

He began to laugh, a deep, rich baritone that would’ve been sensual except for how angry it made me.

“Now I know why they came after you,” he said, still chuckling. “They must’ve realized you were different, but if they’d known what you could see, you never would’ve made it out of that B and B.”

“You can stop laughing,” I said sharply. “I get that it’s crazy to see the things I do.”

Lots of kids had imaginary friends growing up. I had imaginary places, though at first, I didn’t know I was the only one who could see them. Once my parents had realized that what I kept describing went far beyond childhood fancifulness, the endless doctor visits and tests began. One by one, diseases and psychoses had been crossed off until I was diagnosed with a non-monoamine-cholinergic imbalance in my temporal cortex.

In other words, I saw shit that wasn’t there for reasons no one could figure out. The pills I took helped a little, though I lied and said they got rid of all my hallucinations. I was sick of doctors poking at me. So whenever I saw something that no one else did, I forced myself to ignore it—until Mrs. Paulson and Detective Kroger had tried to kill me, of course.

Adrian did stop laughing, and that unblinking intensity was back in his gaze.

“Well, Ivy, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, you’re not crazy. The bad news is, everything you’ve seen is real, and now, it’ll be coming for you.”

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Eyes of the Woods – Eden Fierce

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Eyes of the Woods by Eden Fierce!

Title: Eyes of the Woods

Author: Eden Fierce

Age Group: YA

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Cover Designer: Okay Creations, Sarah Hansen

Blurb:

Eris Helgren knew her life was about to end. A daughter of the Priory–a generations-old family who protected their territories from nightwalkers–Eris was strong and independent. But on her birthday, her father would announce her betrothal. A year later, she would be forced to marry.

What Eris didn’t know was that the very beings she hunted were watching her, and that being tamed wasn’t what would kill her after all.

In a land where the woods were forbidden and the laws meant life, Eris will have to make a decision that could bring peace between enemies, or war among friends.

About the Author

 

Eden Fierce was born on August 25, 1999 and lives in Enid, Oklahoma with her parents and two siblings. Eyes of the Woods is her debut novel, although it’s only one of nine novels she has completed. Eden enjoys writing, reading, and high school cheer and volleyball.

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Nice Guys Finish Last, Or Do They? My Life Next Door – Huntley Fitzpatrick

My friend Auralee and I have a long running debate, I hesitate to use the word argument as I don’t necessarily disagree with her, regarding the almost irresistible allure of the bad boy in media. She finds bad boys unattractive for a myriad of reasons all of which are pretty indisputable they are self centred, childish, inconsiderate of others just to name a few of their less appealing traits.

Think about it, with whom did your allegiances lie with in LOST? Jack or Sawyer? Or in Vampire Diaries, before it jumped the shark, Stephan versus Damon though if you ask my opinion using Ian Somerhalder in any competition whatsoever is just cheating. Even Auralee of the staunch opinions waivers under his power, truly who wouldn’t? Can anyone resist that smirk?

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There is not just one, but no less than seven lists that directly feature bad boys on Goodreads Listopia so this phenomena is not just a construct of this author’s mind. We are inundated in the media with images of the bad boy. Nor are bad boys in literature a new concept for every Mr. Darcy we need a Wickham. In fact, consider the basic love triangle equation,  it consists of A, we will call her Confused Young Woman, B, the Bad Boy of course and C, our white knight. Add conflict and personal growth, stir vigorously and with the right combination of the above it is literary and/or cinematic magic.

A recent article from Ask Men – Become a Better Man in their Dating & Sex section titled “How To Be A Bad Boy”  had the following to say on the topic.

Just as men are turned on by a woman’s femininity, so to do women respond to overt male masculinity — and the Bad Boy has it in buckets. What’s going on here is that she’s having a gut reaction to his confidence and male strength, and is blind to anything else. So the trick is to learn to take the Bad Boy’s negative traits and spin them in a positive direction to make them work for you — in other words, to become a Bad Boy without really being “bad.” This way, you can still maintain your gentleman status without turning into an abusive jerk.

To a certain extent it is biology that elusive combination of pheromones and physical characteristics that identify to us that the individual’s potential to produce viable offspring is good. However being as we no longer have to forage for food or defend our caves from marauding bandits or animals or both, are the bad boy’s days numbered?

REVIEW

As I read My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick, I realized that this author has done the impossible. In Jace Garrett, she has literally crafted the perfect man and while the third of the impressively large Garrett brood may be from the wrong side of the tracks he is without a doubt an unequivocally “nice guy”.

One thing my mother never knew, and would disapprove of most of all, was that I watched the Garrets. All the time.”

  • My-Life-Next-DoorTitle: My Life Next Door
  • Author: Huntley Fitzpatrick
  • ISBN: 0803736991 (ISBN13: 9780803736993)
  • Series: My Life Next Door #1
  • Published: June 14th 2012 by Dial Books For Young Readers
  • Format: Trade Paperback
  • Genre: YA/Romance
  • Page Count: 394
  • Source: Purchased
  • Rating: A

The Garretts are everything the Reeds are not. Loud, messy, affectionate. And every day from her rooftop perch, Samantha Reed wishes she was one of them . . . until one summer evening, Jase Garrett climbs up next to her and changes everything.

As the two fall fiercely for each other, stumbling through the awkwardness and awesomeness of first love, Jase’s family embraces Samantha – even as she keeps him a secret from her own. Then something unthinkable happens, and the bottom drops out of Samantha’s world. She’s suddenly faced with an impossible decision. Which perfect family will save her? Or is it time she saved herself?

My Life Next Door is quite simply a fabulous book, it was one of those reads that I simultaneously wanted to put down lest anything bad happen to the characters I was becoming so fond of and devour in a single sitting just to find out what happens. The latter of these impulses won out, I have the sunburn on my forehead as testament from reading outside at midday while my daughter played contentedly in the cat box…whoops, I mean beach volleyball pits.

In a strange reversal of fortune considering she is from a single parent family, in the world of haves and have nots, Samantha Reed is definitely in the former category. Schooled by her state senator mother she leads a life of following the rules. Her secret indulgence is watching the Garetts from the safety of the roof outside her bedroom window.  While Samantha’s mother strictly controls the Reed’s life down to the carefully preserved vacuum cleaner lines on the carpet, the Garetts are joyfully chaotic. For years Samantha has been on the outside looking in at the idyllic unconventional family next door.

“I said that wrong. Like it was all about how you look, and that’s not it. It’s just that you’re so different than I thought you were.”

“Than you thought I was, when?”

“When I saw you. Sitting on your roof. For years.”

“You saw me. For years?” I feel myself flush again. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“For years. Course I didn’t tell you. I knew you watched us. Couldn’t figure out why you didn’t just come over. I thought… maybe you were shy… or a snob… I didn’t know. I didn’t know you then, Sam. Couldn’t help watching back, though.”

My Life Next Door was one of those unusually satisfying reads boasting not just a developed protagonist and possibly the love interest  but a whole host of vividly drawn fully developed secondary characters. Of which my personal favorite was Jace’s anxiety filled yet ridiculously endearing youngest brother George.

While I don’t personally subscribe to having book boyfriends per se, perhaps I am just too old but I felt that this blogger nailed it with this post  TTT – Top Ten Reasons Why “My Life Next Door” Needs to Have a Sequel.

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Quite simply though you may be tempted to go for a ride on the back of the bad boy’s motorcycle on the Highway to Hell, the real miracle is the one who comes home every day after work packs your brood of unruly offspring into the minivan and takes them to soccer practice. Ask anyone, that is romantic. Kudos to Huntley Fitzpatrick for creating such an irresistible character without relying on the tired bad boy archetype. I believe Jace Garrett is a character who would stand up to even my friend’s exacting standards.

 

 

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT – MELODY GRACE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Melody Grace, Book-lover and author of USA Today & international best-selling Beachwood Bay series! I’m 28, a SoCal transplant, and sexy new adult romance junkie 😉

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BOOK LIST

With Every Heartbeat (Cities of Love #1)

I thought I knew what I wanted in life. I thought my destiny was set. Then I met him, and everything changed.

Raphael is bold, passionate, and seductive. He sees something in me I never dreamed possible, and now he’s determined to show me a world beyond rules — a dance without limits. I want to trust him, but I’m scared. Because I know once I fall, there’ll be no going back.

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UntouchedUntouched (Beachwood Bay #0.5)

Emerson Ray is trouble. Juliet knows it the minute she lays eyes on Beachwood Bay’s resident bad boy. Forced to spend her summer before college in the sleepy beach town, she never expected to crash into the most devastating guy she’s ever met—or for Emerson’s blue eyes to strip through her dark secrets, and make her feel a desire she’s never known. Their connection is undeniable, but Juliet is torn. She knows, once she gives him everything, there’ll be no turning back.

Juliet McKenzie is dangerous. Emerson can tell from the way she blows through all his defences, laying bare the demons he’s carried alone all his life. He’s left a trail of broken hearts and empty beds in his wake, but Juliet is different. Her innocence is intoxicating—and the passion she keeps hidden, just below the surface. He wants to be the only one to set it free, but with every kiss, he’s closer to losing control and doing the one thing he swore he never would: fall in love.

One summer. Two damaged hearts. Their story is only just beginning

UnbrokenUnbroken (Beachwood Bay #1)

Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. Emerson Ray was my hurricane….”

Juliet McKenzie was an innocent eighteen-year old when she spent the summer in Beachwood Bay—and fell head over heels in love with Emerson. Complicated, intense Emerson, the local bad boy. His blue eyes hid dark secrets, and just one touch could set Juliet ablaze. Their love was demanding and all-consuming, but when summer ended, tragedy tore them apart. Juliet swore she’d never go back, and she’s kept that promise… Until now.

untamedheartsmelodygrace_zpsc5c8cad0Untamed Hearts (Beachwood Bay #1.5)

It’s the last night of summer in Beachwood Bay, but for Brit and Hunter, it’s only the beginning …

She is: rebellious, wounded, free.
He is: handsome, searching, enchanted.

One night. Two restless hearts. But what happens when morning comes?

unafraid-final-coverUnafraid (Beachwood Bay #2)

Brittany Ray doesn’t care about her bad reputation. Growing up in a sleepy beach town with a junkie mom and a runaway dad, Brit’s learned the hard way that the people you love will only let you down. It’s no use hoping for love or happiness. Some dreams aren’t meant for girls like her.

Hunter Covington is one of those dreams.

Gorgeous, charming Hunter is damn near perfect—and it’s killing him. Son of Charleston royalty, he’s been trapped in a gilded cage since the day he was born. Now he’s breaking free. He’s quit law school to restore his grandpa’s old horse ranch, trying to soothe the demons in his soul. But Beachwood Bay is full of old ghosts, like the mysterious girl who spent an unforgettable night with him—and then slipped away before dawn. Brit.

UNWRAPPED-CoverUnwrapped (Beachwood Bay #2.5)

Lacey James is wild, spontaneous and up for anything.
Daniel Sullivan is careful, sensible, and mending his broken heart.

It’s a match nobody saw coming, but when the unlikely pair get stranded together on the way home for the holidays, Lacey finds her long-term crush impossible to ignore. As the snow keeps falling, and a friendly game of truth or dare gets way out of control, Daniel discovers that the one girl he wants more than anything is the last person he expected.

unconditional-by-melody-graceUnconditional (Beachwood Bay #3)

“I’ve spent my whole life chasing perfection: perfect looks, perfect man, perfect home. But in one brutal moment, I realized it was all just a beautiful lie…”

Carina MacKenzie is fleeing from her past. Picking up the wreckage of her shattered dreams, she seeks comfort in the only place she’s ever felt safe: Beachwood Bay.

UnrequitedUnrequited (Beachwood Bay #3.5)

You can be anyone for a night…

Alicia isn’t the kind of girl to kiss a total stranger up against the wall — no matter how devastatingly sexy he is. But reeling from a broken heart, she runs straight into the arms of Dex Callahan: rock star, bad boy, and the most seductive man she’s ever known.

uninhibited-30-4Uninhibited (Beachwood Bay #4)

Alicia Wright isn’t the kind of girl to make out with a stranger in a dark alley. She’s spent years playing it safe, pining after the perfect man – who’s about to marry someone else. She doesn’t know how to move on, until a sexy stranger turns her world upside down with a wickedly tempting proposition…

20922821Unstoppable (Beachwood Bay #5)

Tegan Callahan has sworn off bad boys for good. Growing up on tour with her rock star brother, she knows first-hand the damage they can do. She’s looking for a nice, safe, stable guy – until a chance encounter with a devastatingly sexy stranger makes her question everything she thought she wanted.

 

“Stranger In A Strange Land” – Outlander (Sassenach – S1, Ep1) 

Like Claire’s recall of the vase in the window, I vividly remember the day I purchased my first copy of Outlander not long after its first printing two decades ago. This is noteworthy only because if one considers the number of trips I have made to the bookstore that one visit should stand out is rather astonishing. Being a somewhat “particular” although some might say peculiar reader it was the hefty size (627 pages) that appealed to me. I wanted a story to lose myself in, Outlander granted that wish in spades. It is unequivocally my favorite book of all time though I will admit that it took the television premiere to remind me of that fact.

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SYNOPSIS – The year is 1945. Claire Randall, a former combat nurse, is back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon–when she walks through a standing stone in one of the ancient stone circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach–an “outlander”–in a Scotland torn by war and raiding Highland clans in the year of Our Lord…1743.

Hurled back in time by forces she cannot understand, Claire is catapulted into intrigues and dangers that may threaten her life…and shatter her heart. For here she meets James Fraser, a gallant young Scots warrior, and becomes a woman torn between fidelity and desire…and between two vastly different men in two irreconcilable lives.

CLAIRE-AND-FRANKAfter viewing the pilot episode, I believe the television series promises to be just as compelling as the internationally best-selling novel. The production quality of this adaptation is utterly exquisite. The set, acting and casting is truly flawless. I think teachergirl73 was almost disappointed by my lack of criticism and being a Virgo finding fault isn’t usually a challenge for me! Truly, I often find it more difficult to critique books and films that I love. It is next to impossible to find adequate words to do justice to something that fulfils your every expectation particularly when you anticipate disappointment. That is the situation in which I currently find myself, I thought there was no possible way that they could satisfy my expectations. I guess that is why you should “never say never”.

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Several months ago when the still shots of the cast were released I was nonplussed but not dissuaded either but I found I didn’t truly dare to hope until I happened upon the first teaser trailer. Later we were fortunate enough to watch some of the coverage of the panel session with the cast, author Diana Gabaldon and creative head Ronald D. Moore at Comic Con 2014. If listening to the cast and crew describing the journey of this story to television was not convincing enough the clips allayed any fears fans would have about the adherence to the spirit if not the exact word of the novel.

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Sassenach (S1, Ep1) deviates very little from the beginning of the original story with former war nurse Claire Beauchamp Randall and her husband Frank travelling to Scotland on a second honeymoon to reacquaint themselves with each other after only having seen one another a handful of times over the course of World War II. Claire and Frank witness an early morning druid ritual at sacred standing stones for Samhain. When Claire returns alone later she is inexplicably drawn to the stones and awakens to find herself amidst a skirmish between British red coated soldiers and a band of Scottish Highlanders.

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In a situation not unlike jumping from the pot into the fire Claire finds herself rescued from probable rape at the hands of her husband Frank’s ancestor and doppelgänger Captain Jack Randall to captivity with the very men that he is pursuing. Hidden in a crofter’s cottage she cannot allow the men to attempt to reset an injured man’s dislocated shoulder without providing aid and so we are introduced to young Jamie MacTavish.

Outlander_Cast_Jamie_420x560_v2One could chalk up the much of the appeal of this new series to the extremely bonny Sam Heughan in a brilliant casting selection as the iconic character of Jamie Fraser. But that would be short-sighted considering wondrous detail evidenced in every scene. I eagerly anticipate what is to come in upcoming weeks. Episodes of Outlander can be viewed online via STARZ and Sunday evenings on Showcase at 10PM ET. If you missed the debut episode or simply want to watch it again Showcase is replaying the pilot titled Sassenach at 11AM ET August 31st.

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Shattered – Pamela Sparkman & Deanna Gohn COVER REVEAL

We’re excited to share the cover reveal for Shattered, by Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn. Check out the gorgeous cover and excerpt, and be sure to let us know what you think!

Title: Shattered (Stolen Breaths #2)

Author: Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn

Age: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Scheduled Release Date: 10/1/14

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Close your eyes for a moment and picture this.

A gorgeous redhead walks into a bar.

No, wait, a wedding reception.

A gorgeous redhead walks into a wedding reception. Poised, polished and flawless – on the outside.

He’s tall, dark, and handsome, exactly like a fairytale prince and he won’t take no for an answer as he leads her to the dance floor.

But this will be no ordinary dance and theirs is no ordinary story. What begins as rhythmic steps on a dance floor fluidly and beautifully becomes the rhythm of two hearts meant to beat as one.

Until the music stops.

In a moment everything she’s put behind her comes crashing down, threatening to destroy what his love has helped repair and rebuild.

Life throws punches and it hits hard when you least expect it.

What they learn is that sometimes, in order to be truly whole, you have to first be shattered to your very core.

EXCERPT

 “Maggie.”

The way he said my name so softly, with such reverence, it sent a shiver up my spine.  He pulled me inside, closed the door and pressed me up against it.

It was so fast I barely knew what was happening.  And when he pressed his hands against the door alongside my head, I was cocooned inside his arms.  He stared down at me with pained concentration.  His eyebrows pinched together while deep blue irises burned through me.  He breathed out a long deep sigh as he closed his eyes into thin slits for several seconds. My heart raced as I struggled to anticipate his next move.

When his eyes opened, the intensity had subsided, but not disappeared.  The burning desire behind them remained.  His eyebrows smoothed, no longer pinched together. I had to close my own eyes as his warm sweet breath feathered across my lips. I was inundated with all of his emotions as they came flooding through me like a giant tsunami.

I was going under.

About the Author
I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. I had a stack of those Little Golden Books and I can remember reading Three Little Kittens over and over and over again. It was my favorite.

Fast forward and the older I got the more in love with books I became. So, I’m admitting that I am a huge nerd. The only reading I don’t like are those math word problems. And I’m okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life… “If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?” It just doesn’t happen. So, yeah, books are my thing.

Oh and music. All kinds. Love.It.

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With the Father – Jenni Moen COVER REVEAL

We are very excited to share the cover for With the Father by Jenni Moen! Check out the excerpt below and tell us what you think!

Title: With the Father

Author: Jenni Moen

Age: Adult

Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance

Scheduled to release: Fall 2014

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Blurb:

I had a choice, and I chose wrong.

I thought I lost everything. But when the smoke finally cleared, I discovered that I wasn’t alone.

Father Sullivan was a force – a living and breathing force, a forbidden desire I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist.  But I wasn’t the only one who wanted him, and by all accounts neither of us should have him.

I had decisions to make, secrets to uncover. Both would tear my heart, my life, and what was left of my family apart.

I wasn’t going to take any chances this time around. If I’d learned one thing during my life, it’s that death is the only certainty. It’s a matter of when, not if.  For every action, there is a reaction. For every choice, a consequence.

If I hadn’t chosen to live again, I would have never known what life could be like …

With the Father

 

Excerpt

“It looks like Princess Aurora found her soul mate. Who am I to stand in between them?”

“Do you believe that?” he asked, his voice solemn.

“What?”

“In soul mates.” He cocked his head to the side and looked genuinely interested in my answer.

Of course, I believed in ‘the one.’ I also believed that I’d already lost him. “I believe that there’s one special person that is the perfect fit, and that it’s no coincidence when we find them. You?”

“Certainly, some are better suited for each other than others,” he said, nodding to the dogs sitting side-by-side at our feet. “But I don’t believe in ‘the one.’” He leaned against the trunk of my car and eyed me as if he thought I was made of glass and his words would shatter me. He was right to wonder.

Jonathan had been my soul mate. We’d been very young when we’d met – just nineteen. Yet, I’d known immediately that he was it for me, that he was the one. In fact, I’d called my mother the next day and told her that I’d met the guy I was going to marry. There had never been anyone else and he’d felt the same way. If that wasn’t the definition of soul mates, I didn’t know what was.

Father Paul seemed to sense my feelings on the subject but barged ahead anyway. “Have you ever wondered where it comes from … the idea of there being just ‘one’ perfect counterpart for every person?”

“Walt Disney?” I asked, pointing at Princess Aurora.

He shook his head. “Actually, it originated from the Greek philosophy of Plato who believed that man and woman are made of one body and separated by the gods, forced to spend their lives searching for each other so that they can be complete.” He was silent for a moment before continuing, “Obviously that goes against what I believe.”

“Each of us is a complete person all on our own. You are complete person on your own, Grace. That was true six months ago, and it’s true today. You may not feel like it, but even without him, you are complete.”

I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt while I considered his words, noticing that he’d purposefully framed his argument without mentioning God.

Father Paul was walking a fine line with me and he knew it. He was being very careful not to say something that he knew would push me away; yet, he’d still managed to get his message across.

He flipped his ball cap around so that it sat backwards on his head. The act had the dual effect of revealing his face – and the utter sincerity etched across it – and returning the Greek mythology-spewing priest beside me to a mere mortal man again.

I crumbled just a bit.

His mouth turned down as he squinted into the sun. “Of course, I’ve never been in love like you have.”  

About the Author:

Jenni Moen lives in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the potential to burn the house down at any moment.

When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a short order cook and maid, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and now writing … that are her true escapes.

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