Meet Author Simon Williams!

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What is your greatest temptation:

In women:

Not really sure how to answer that. Personal stuff isn’t something I really think about much anymore- bit old for that kind of thing and it’s not healthy to contemplate pointless distractions that don’t lead anywhere!

In food:

I love most foods so it’s difficult to say. I’ll eat most things apart from offal and anything overly sweet. That said, I seem to mostly live on hastily made sandwiches and lots of Coke.

In clothes:

I’m one of those people who think of clothes as a bit of a chore- something one has to wear living in a cold country at a relatively high latitude. I have a few pairs of jeans and several t-shirts and that’s pretty much what I wear day in day out- that way I don’t have to think too much about clothes, just grab something and put it on.

What is your greatest weakness (example: like mine cars)?

Probably food. Oh and daydreaming when I should be doing something meaningful.

 

If you could have any kind of car, what would it be?

I’d have a very expensive one, so I could sell it and get some decent money. I’ve never owned a car nor had the spare money for driving lessons so if I did miraculously acquire one I would (a) be very very suspicious, and (b) try and sell it immediately. I’m used to public transport for longer journeys, and if it’s less than around 10 miles I generally walk.

 

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Probably somewhere near the sea, as long as the town has decent train or bus services

 

What inspired you to become a writer?  To write this book?

I’ve always written stories, pretty much from as soon as I could string words together. It’s the one thing I felt that I could do reasonably well, and that was borne out by my school qualifications, which were not great. I wasn’t really cut out for the world of being a corporate drone and the daily grind, although oddly that’s what writing does sometimes feel like- a bit of a grind- when the inspiration isn’t there. But it turns up eventually.

 

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.

I just try to do as much as I can- whether that’s number of new words written or pages edited or a mixture of the two. I try not to set unrealistic targets but at the same time I do try to push myself to do a reasonable amount. I’ll never be one of these people who take part in these “Nanowrimo” competitions to see who can churn out a hundred thousand words in a month. I know I’ll get there eventually so I try not to stress about the time it takes.

 

I have no particular method. I write, I write some more, I keep writing, some of it’s good and I keep it, some of it’s bad and I scrap it, some of it’s ok and I edit it. Sometimes it’s a struggle to wade through the “creative mire” as I call it, and at other times I just sit down and it kind if happens without my really knowing.

That messy, chaotic way of working won’t work for everyone, so I can’t necessarily recommend it. It works for me though.

What is your favorite book?

That’s a difficult one as I have several that really moved me or affected me in some way.

Alan Garner’s “The Weirdstone of Brisingamen” is the one that, when I read it as a child, made me realise that yes, I would be an author. It kind of made that decision for me. Others that had a profound effect include Clive Barker’s “Weaveworld”, C J Cherryh’s “Chronicles of Morgaine”, and everything that Cecilia Dart-Thornton has ever written.

 What is your favorite movie?

Much easier. Blade Runner. The idea of what it truly means to be human is of endless fascination to me, and Blade Runner is a stunning piece of work for that and many other reasons.

 

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Difficult to pick one, but I’d probably pick a classical author- George Orwell or Aldous Huxley. I also admire the works of philosopher Bertrand Russell so he might be a good choice as well.

 In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

Heroes are pretty think on the ground in the Aona books, but let’s pick Vornen- a failure of a man, a drug addict, a self-pitying loner… who despite all his own attempts to do otherwise, helps to make a stand against the twin evils that threaten the world.

 

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

Again, she’s not really a heroine, but Nia is a multi-faceted, complex young lady and far more than she initially appears to be. Despite spending much of the story across the five books frightened out of her wits, she still has an acid tongue (not literally, although that would also be useful) and a sharp wit. You may or may not warm to her- but she’s my favourite of all my characters.

 

What do you have out now?  Excerpt, blurb, book trailers

The complete Aona series (five novels), Summer’s Dark Waters (YA fantasy / sci-fi adventure) and Disintegration (collection of short stories I’ve written over the years)

My Amazon page has links to the individual books and reviews: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Simon-Williams/e/B00P0ZZYS8/

 

What’s coming?

My main two at the moment are the sequel to Summer’s Dark Waters (my YA fantasy / sci-fi adventure) – currently titled The Light From Far Below- and a standalone novel for adults which I just *know* I’m going to have trouble with in terms of putting it into a genre. But I’m quite excited about it so far (36,000 words in) – as it doesn’t feel like anything else I’ve ever written or indeed that anyone else has (to my knowledge). So I’m enjoying crafting this one.
The Light from far Below will be illustrated by the same artist I collaborated with on Summer’s Dark Waters. I’m fortunate to have someone who seems to share my vision for the characters and scenes in my work!

 

Where can we find you?  (Social media, web site, etc.)

Website – www.simonwilliamsauthor.com

Amazon page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00P0ZZYS8

Facebook fan page: https://www.facebook.com/simonwilliamsauthor

Twitter: @SWilliamsAuthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6094097.Simon_Williams

 

Summer’s Dark Waters:

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Oblivion’s Forge (Book I in the Aona series):

Amazon UK:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Oblivions-Forge-Aona-Book-1-ebook/dp/B0082XW04G/

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The Chocolatier’s Wife and The Chocolatier’s Ghost by Cindy Lynn Speer

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GENRE: Fantasy Mystery

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The Chocolatier’s Wife: ROMANCE, MAGIC, MYSTERY…. AND CHOCOLATE

A truly original, spellbinding love story, featuring vivid characters in a highly realistic historical setting.

When Tasmin’s bethrothed, William, is accused of murder, she gathers her wind sprites and rushes to his home town to investigate. She doesn’t have a shred of doubt about his innocence. But as she settles in his chocolate shop, she finds more in store than she bargained for. Facing suspicious townsfolk, gossiping neighbors, and William’s own family, who all resent her kind – the sorcerer folk from the North — she must also learn to tell friend from foe, and fast. For the real killer is still on the loose – and he is intent on ruining William’s family at all cost.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost: Married to her soul mate, the chocolatier William, Tasmin should not have to worry about anything at all. But when her happily ever after is interrupted by the disappearance of the town’s wise woman, she rushes in to investigate. Faced with dangers, dead bodies, and more mysterious disappearances, Tasmin and William must act fast to save their town and themselves – especially when Tasmin starts to be haunted by a most unwelcome ghost from her past…literally.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost is an enchanting sequel to Cindy Lynn Speer’s bestselling romantic mystery, The Chocolatier’s Wife.

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Excerpt:

Chocolatier’s Wife 1

Time was, in the kingdom of Berengeny, that no one picked their spouses. No one courted—not officially, at any rate—and no one married in a moment’s foolish passion. It was the charge of the town Wise Woman, who would fill her spell bowl with clear, pure water; a little salt; and the essence of roses, and rosemary, and sage. Next, she would prick the finger of the newborn child and let his or her blood drip into the potion. If a face showed in the waters, then it was known that the best possible mate (they never said true love, for that was the stuff of foolish fancy) had been born, and the Wise Woman could then tell where the future spouse lived, and arrangements were made.

For the parents of William of the House of Almsley, this process would turn out to be less than pleasant.

The first year that the baby William’s finger was pricked and nothing showed, the Wise Woman said, “Fear not, a wife is often younger than the husband.”

The second, third, and even fifth year she said much the same.

But you see, since the spell was meant to choose the best match—not the true love—of the heart the blood in the bowl belonged to, this did not mean, as years passed, that the boy was special. It meant that he would be impossible to live with.

On his seventh birthday, it seemed everyone had quite forgotten all about visiting the Wise Woman until William, who knew this of long habit to be a major part of his day–along with cake, a new toy, and a new set of clothes–tugged on his mother’s skirt and asked when they were going. She stared at him a long moment, tea cup in hand, before sighing and calling for the carriage. She didn’t even bother to change into formal clothes this time, and the Wise Woman seemed surprised to see them at all. “Well, we might as well try while you’re here,” she said, her voice obviously doubtful.

William obediently held out the ring finger on his left hand and watched as the blood dripped into the bowl. “She has dark brown eyes,” William observed, “and some hair already.” He shrugged, and looked at the two women. “I suppose she’ll do. I’m just glad ‘tis over, and that I can go on with my life.”

“For you, perhaps,” his mother said, thinking of what she would now have to accomplish.

“Do not fret, mother, I shall write a letter to the little girl. Not that she can read it, anyway.” He petted his mother’s arm. He was a sweet boy, but he was always charging forward, never worrying about feelings.

The Wise Woman rolled out an elegantly painted silk map of the kingdom and all its regions, his mother smoothed the fabric across the table, and then the Wise Woman dipped a brass weight into the bowl. Henriette, William’s mother, placed her hands on William’s shoulders as the Wise Woman held the weight, suspended, over the map.

Henriette held her breath, waiting to see where it would land. Andrew, her younger son, had his intended living just down the street, which was quite convenient. At least they knew what they were getting into immediately.

The plumb-bob made huge circles around the map, spinning and spinning as the Wise Woman recited the words over and over. It stopped, stiffly pointing toward the North.

“Tarnia? Not possible, nor even probable. You must try again!”

For once, William’s mother wasn’t being stubbornly demanding. Tarnia, a place of cruel and wild magic, was the last place from whence one would wish a bride. They did not have Wise Women there, for anyone could perform spells. The Hags of the North ate their dead and sent the harsh winter wind to ravage the crops of the people of the South. Five hundred years ago, the North and the South had fought a bitter war over a cause no one could quite remember, only that it had been a brutal thing, and that many had died, and it led to the South losing most of its magic. Though the war was long over and the two supposedly united again, memory lingered. “I have cast it twice.” The Wise Woman chewed her lower lip, but therewas naught else she could do.

“Not Tarnia, please?” Henriette, usually a rather fierce and cold woman, begged.

“I am afraid so.” The Wise Woman began cleaning up; her shoulders set a little lower. “I am sorry.”

William, staring out the window at the children playing outside, couldn’t care less. What did it matter where anyone was from? She was a baby, and babies didn’t cause that much trouble.

“Only you, William,” his mother said, shaking her head. “Why can you not do anything normal?”

This was to be the tenor of most of their conversations throughout their lives.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Cindy Lynn Speer has been writing since she was 13.  She has Blue Moon and Unbalanced published by Zumaya.  Her other works, including The Chocolatier’s Wife (recently out in an illustrated hardcover to celebrate its 10th anniversary) and the Chocolatier’s Ghost, as well as the short story anthology Wishes and Sorrows.  When she is not writing she is either practicing historical swordsmanship, sewing, or pretending she can garden.  She also loves road trips and seeing nature.  Her secret side hobby is to write really boring bios about herself.  You can find out more about her at http://www.cindylynnspeer.com, or look for her on Facebook (Cindy Lynn Speer) and Twitter (cindylynnspeer).

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His To Have by Devon Birchley

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GENRE:   New Adult Romance

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His to Have is a very steamy new adult romance with a perfect HEA.

“Fifty Shades of Grey for the Girls generation.”

Reagan

There’s a whole bunch of things I need right now—to feel at home in this big, lonely city. To stop working my ass off. To find myself a nice, normal guy. One thing I sure as hell don’t need is Adler Montgomery crashing into my world and telling me what I need.

Cock-sure, tattooed, moneyed, too sexy for his own good. Not my type, at all. And yet…

When his hand tightens in my hair, suddenly, all I need is him.

He opens my eyes to a whole new world, possesses me in every possible way, sets me on fire with his sweet, filthy words. And then he pushes me away. I know I should run, keep my heart safe, but that turns out to be the hardest thing of all.

Adler

She thought I was giving her a line. And that’s probably for the best, because the truth is dangerous. No-one’s eyes have ever looked so vulnerable, made me want to break all my rules. They make me chase her when I know I shouldn’t. They make me cruel; they make me soft. But more than that, they make me feel. And I don’t like that.

I tell myself she’s only a sub, that I’m helping her to discover her dark side. But the more I listen to her smart, feisty voice and the more I see she doesn’t take any crap from anyone, the deeper I fall. I’ve never met anyone like Reagan Lockhart before, but letting her in could mean ruin for both of us.

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EXCERPT

It’s bone-chillingly cold, but for once I’m grateful for it. It takes the heat out of my mood. No one in my entire life has made me feel as angry and irritated and turned on at the same time as this man.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” I mutter to myself like a crazy person. I can’t stand the type of people who make a judgment about you, based on nothing at all, then can’t wait to share it with you. It’s one of my pet hates. I reach the entrance to the subway and cling to the handrail, accustomed to the slippery mush at the top of the stairs.

“Reagan!” comes a deep, sexy voice from behind me. Adler’s striding toward me in an expensive-looking navy wool coat. He looks commanding, purposeful, and against my will, my body responds again. The world slows down as he comes up to me, puts his hands on my waist, and crushes his lips against mine. They’re so warm, his tongue so velvety and agile as it slides into my mouth. It’s a passionate, passionate kiss that leaves me dizzy.

“I shouldn’t have left without kissing you,” he says, keeping his face close to mine. And then he turns and carries right on, striding along the sidewalk. People are staring at me, girls in their twenties with naked envy plastered across their faces.

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Devon Birchley writes wild romances with a dirty twist. Her stories are full of sexy, dominant men, forbidden adventures, guilty pleasures and spine-tingling happily ever afters!

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The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly – Book Blitz!! Chance to Win!!

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The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly
by
Linda Nightingale, MM Mayfield, 
MJ Flournoy, and Carol Shaughnessy


Blurb:

Four Western Romances from four different authors featuring handsome cowboys to tempt any cowgirl. The cowboys are tough but so are the women who tame them.  Love—and lust—under the big blue skies of the Lone Star State. Welcome to Clark’s Folly, Texas, Ma’am.

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Excerpts and Author Bio’s


Return to Folly
by Linda Nightingale


Today Ash paid no attention to the natural stone construction or the black wrought iron and brass hardware on the stalls. He hurried to the open door framing a cameo of a pretty girl on her knees in the straw beside a sweating black horse. Trish’s wretched expression and the trembling hands stroking Jet’s neck broke his heart. If the stallion died a part of her would die, too.
“Do anything you can, Doc. I don’t care how much it costs.” Ash spoke from the doorway. “If he needs to be flown to A&M you have my okay.”
Trish looked up at him. A tear escaped her lashes, washing a path down her soiled cheek. “You won’t regret it, Ash.”
“Is he going to die?” Dorothy peered around Ash. “Trish, you’re everywhere I look.”
Irritation sizzled over him. Ash turned and took Dorothy’s shoulders. “Wait in the ranch office. Too many spectators won’t help Jet.”
She allowed him to lead her down an empty corridor. The other horses had been turned out to graze. Trish and Charlie never missed a step. He waved her ahead of him into the AC-cool office. Suddenly Dorothy in her clean, pressed jeans and crisp white shirt reminded him of his wicked stepmother, Deanne. They were both beautiful dolls, only useful as toys.
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[Minutes later, Dorothy] sashayed out of the barn, bound for comfort. He spun, hurrying back to the stall where Jet fought for his life. When he arrived, he said nothing. Trish didn’t look up. She held the horse’s head for the vet to pump oil into his stomach through the tube inserted in a nostril.
Joe, the vet, shook his head. “If this doesn’t work, next step— A&M.”
Ash nodded. A desperate horsewoman tilted her head to hide her tears.


Linda’s Bio:
Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. For years she bred, trained and showed the majestic Andalusian, so she’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck towing a horse trailer. Among other awards, she won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt. A mother, retired legal assistant and member of the Houston Miata Club, she loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties (PS & you know who you are—this is not ‘putting on airs’).


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Esther’s Cowboy
by MM Mayfield


Memories of the night after Cassy’s wedding so long ago ran through Esther’s dreams, as vivid as though no time had passed. Before the wedding Cassandra’s brother had been the sexiest damned man she’d met. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he’d been the perfect poster man for clean-cut Texans or a romance novel cover. At the rehearsal she’d wanted to run her hands through his short curls and over his broad chest. Even in a suit he’d looked untamed and so screwable. All muscles and built like a Greek god, he’d made all the women adjust their bras to show cleavage and check their lipstick.


No damned fair! What the hell excuse could she give for driving past 100 miles an hour? She eased her foot from the accelerator and the lights behind her seemed to give her more space. Seeing a “city limits” sign behind her eased her mind, so she slowed to a normal speed. Cop Mustang still dogged her bumper. When she spotted a gas station she pulled into the parking lot. Making sure she had covered her gun again, she adjusted her shirt to expose more cleavage. She wasn’t proud of the move, but she needed all the help she could get today.


By the time he stood beside her door she shook her head. She had seen this man naked, so she knew about the energy barely contained by his uniform. For a crazy second she considered offering him sex if he didn’t write a ticket, even a blowjob. It wouldn’t be the first one she’d given him. She shook her head to clear that naughty thought and lowered her window.


MM’s Bio:
M. M. Mayfield sneaks out when Mary Marvella isn’t looking.  Being the evil twin of a teacher isn’t easy, but it can be fun! Mary Marvella writes romantic suspense and woman’s fiction with steamy sex. M.M. Mayfield writes light erotica. Mary is 100% Georgia peach. She loves the stories and characters who live in her head


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A Cowboy’s Cinderella
by MJ Flournoy


With their break over, the band returned to the small stage and the recorded music ended. The chaos of the dance floor resumed with the band’s return. One of the men broke away from the group on the dance floor and approached Jo’s table. He touched his fingers to the brim of his black hat and favored her with a wide smile. Josie acknowledged him with a gentle inclining of her head. Her fingers tightened on the gooseneck bottle in her hand.
“Pardon me, but I think you’ve got my chair.”
Jo laughed. “Nice try, cowboy. But I don’t think so.”
His smile broadened. “Worth a try.”
When the band struck up a slow song her cowboy fixed her with his deep blue gaze. “Care to dance?”
Why not? He’d rescued her, after all. “Sure.”
The guy had some smooth moves, Jo gave him that much as he guided her confidently around the dance floor. He held her at a respectful distance. His hand touched lightly at her lower back with just enough pressure to allow her to easily follow his lead.
One number flowed into another and Jo found herself reluctant to leave the cowboy’s arms. Her great-great- grandmother’s journal hadn’t mentioned how entrancing an evening could be with a real cowboy. The longer they danced the more comfortable she felt in his arms. The tequila gave Jo a hard-won sense of power and self-confidence. She liked the feel of his arms around her. His scent, tangy citrus with a hint of leather, intoxicated her. She wanted more, much more from her cowboy. Her head found its way to his shoulder. Her breasts pressed against the firm, muscled wall of his chest. The music, slow and sensuous, created a surreal world around them. Josie melted into his embrace, her body eager for the warmth of his. She inhaled his exotic scent and lifted her head from his shoulder. His blue eyes met hers and a half smile lifted the corner of his lips.
“Kiss me, cowboy,” she whispered.


MJ’s Bio:
MJ Flournoy is a retired teacher who lives in Georgia and writes romantic suspense with paranormal elements and steamy, sexy romance stories. MJ enjoys traveling, reading, gardening, sewing, cooking and doing research.


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Matchmakers

by Carol Shaughnessy


“I’ll be in touch.” Danika rushed to her truck, pitched the bag through the open window. She opened the door and glanced over her shoulder to see Jeph Cabot standing not three feet from her. Stumbling, she raked her shin down the frame “Holy hell,” she cursed under her breath and lost the power of speech completely when his hand cupped her elbow. His touch rang every bell. The heat stoked the fires burning through her belly and a wild fire of need burst through her defenses. The contact shorted her nervous system, blocked rational through and replaced it with full sensory images of the two of them wrapped together.
“Big step there.” He didn’t add the “little girl” but she heard it all the same. Gritting her teeth against the pain and the insult she jerked the door closed and reached back for the seatbelt that eluded her desperate grasp. Turning in her seat, she paused. He held out the unrolled safety belt so she could reach it. Danika barely managed not to snatch the offending belt.
“I’ll be in touch.” Danika started the truck.
“You do that.” He stepped back.
She was not looking for a man, not now and not in the future. She took several Jeph Cabot-free breaths in an attempt to clear him from her body and thoughts. No one needed a chauvinist lover who lacked manners and civility. She shivered, fighting the images flooding her. Jeph Cabot was a gun-toting throwback to rowdy, rough and fierce Texas settlers.

Carol’s Bio:

Carol is a lifelong writer. Born in Vermont she drifted south with her Navy husband until there was no snow to shovel. Now living in Georgia, she is lucky enough to be a full time writer. She heads a local writer’s support group and was nominated for a Ménage Award for her novels of Sanctuary. She writes paranormal erotic fiction, because vampires, werewolves and dragons are HOT!
When not traveling, cruising, or flying to far off countries, Carol hosts weekend fires around a large pit. There friends and family gather, new and old, for wine, laughs and s’mores.


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Lilly – Angel Series 3 – by Tracy Lorraine

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Lilly
By Tracy Lorraine


Blurb:
Lilly’s life has been shattered by her ex. Few people know the truth about what happened that day. Lilly is trying to put the past behind her but everyone around her is moving on with their lives and it’s a constant reminder of what she’s lost. Lilly throws herself into university and her part time job as a distraction. What she doesn’t expect is for an unwanted promotion to once again send her world into a tailspin.
Will she be able to let her guard down, open her heart once again and fight for the happiness she deserves?


Lucas could never have imagined that his life would turn out like it has. Supportive parents, a powerful job and more money than he knows what to do with. On the surface he looks like the perfect businessman but Lucas is not only hiding his past but also who he really is. The only thing missing is something he swore he never wanted. When he finds a broken Lilly in his sanctuary will he be able to push his fears of love aside and be the man she needs?


Individually they have a lot of demons that have the potential to break them but will they be strong enough together to face them?


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Snippet 1

I’m unattractively sobbing on the sofa when I suddenly hear a throat clearing behind me. I jump up from my seat in panic and turn around to see who’s walked in.
My eyes run from his spotlessly polished shoes, up his perfectly pressed trousers and over his waistcoat and crisp shirt until I reach his eyes. They are dark and staring daggers at me. His glare renders me motionless but my heart starts to race. A huge part of me wants to run, run as far away and as fast as I can from this situation. I’ve barely had this promotion two hours and I’ve already screwed it up.
I square my shoulders and stand up. I wipe the tears from my cheeks with the backs of my hands as I wait for the ear bashing I’m about to get for slacking on the job.
Only it doesn’t come.
As I stand looking at him I see his eyes change. They started off hard and vicious but as the seconds have ticked by they seem to be softening. I must be mistaken though because there is nothing about the man stood in front of me that’s soft. He is a ruthless businessman who tramples on anyone who gets in his way. I have no reason to suspect he’s going to go gentle on me just because I’ve shed a few tears. I raise my chin slightly to him as I prepare for him to tear a strip off me.
He opens his mouth to say something but what comes out shocks the hell out of me. “Are you okay?” His voice comes out different to what I’ve heard before. There is no harsh demanding tone instead there’s concern. Weird.
“I’m…uh…” I stutter because this is so unexpected. I thought I’d already be on my way home with my P45 in my hand by now. “I’m fine. I just received some news and I…” I don’t continue because I realise that he really doesn’t care, he’s just trying to be kind. I appreciate that but I’m here to do a job. “I’ll just get on with it,” I say gesturing to the room.
I pick up my phone and go to walk past him. I don’t make eye contact. I’m scared he’ll return to his usual self once I get back to work.
I go to step past him but I’m frozen to the spot when he moves and clamps his hand around my wrist. I daren’t look up at him. Firstly because I don’t know what I might find looking back at me and also because he really doesn’t need to see the fresh tears in my eyes.
“If you need to go and have some time,” he says.
I’m so shocked by his words that my eyes snap up to his. Close up they look bluer than I thought they were from a distance.
“It…it’s fine, honestly,” my voice quivers as I say this showing that I’m anything but fine really.
“Well, if you’re sure,” he says hesitantly. I can only presume that being in the presence of an emotional woman isn’t the norm for him.
He holds my eye contact and I’m powerless to look away. There are only inches between us. I’m surrounded by his scent and his kindness touches me. Then I do something so unlike me and so utterly stupid that I can’t even comprehend it.
I lean forward and kiss him. I actually kiss him!


Snippet 2

I let out a huge sigh and crack on while trying to put all memories of last night and this morning behind me. Obsessing over them will not help me in the slightest.
It’s a shame that my little pep talk doesn’t help because I’m totally lost to the feeling of his lips on my body when a throat clearing behind me makes me jump. I drop the bathroom cleaner and sponge I had in my hands in fright. I spin around and gasp at the sight. My heart starts racing and my temperature instantly increases.
Lucas is stood in the doorway wearing a black hoodie with the hood up over his head and a pair of grey jogging bottoms. The hood comes down to his eyebrows and the shadow it causes makes his eyes look even angrier.
I swallow down a lump that’s formed in my throat. He looks dangerous, like he could seriously hurt someone, weirdly I have no fear though. I know he won’t hurt me. This shocks me because after everything I’ve been through I’d have thought this would set me on edge.
“I need to use the shower,” he states coldly.
“Uh…right…yeah.”
I gather up my stuff and get out. I can’t stop myself from turning back to look at him as I walk away though and of course he catches me. And just to torture me further he pulls his hoodie off exposing that stunning tattoo to me. Frustratingly he doesn’t shut the bathroom door so as I go about dusting the bedroom all I can picture is the water running over his hard muscles.
I need to get a grip.
It’s only a few minutes before he appears with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets running down his chest.
“Lucas, can we talk a minute.”
“No, I’m busy. Just do your job, Lilly. It’s what I pay you for.”
His vicious words cut me. They actually hurt.
“I thought you took the morning off,” I say with as much strength as I can muster because I don’t want him to see that he’s affecting me.
The look I receive in response to my question instantly has me cowering away. Now that’s the Mr. Dalton I knew of before I started working up here. A ruthless and powerful arsehole. As much as it hurts that he’s reverted to that when he’s never been anything but kind to me actually grounds me a little. This is what I was expecting; this is how it should be.

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Some of his memories must have been lingering in the background though because when we get back to our hotel room he drops the bags he’s been carrying on the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.
I listen as the water starts running. I argue with myself about what to do. Do I stay here and wait for him to reappear or do I go and join him?
In the end I decide to strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. My breath catches in my throat when I get there. He’s stood with his head bent forward with the water cascading down his back.
The opening of the shower door catches his attention and he looks up at me, but it’s not with the kind of heat in his eyes that I’m used to. I don’t think he even notices that I’m naked.
I step inside and pull the door shut behind me. I stand right up against him and place my lips to his. Just like earlier it takes a few seconds but he soon responds and within a minute he has me backed up against the tiles with my legs wrapped around his waist.
By the time he’s finished the shadows have totally lifted from his eyes and I have my Lucas back. I hate the idea of him hurting so much when he thinks about the past but we will have to talk about it at some point.

Author Bio:

Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has recently turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.




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Educate Him by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

Educate Him
by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

Blurb:
Young, but not so innocent, maybe she can teach an old professor some new tricks.

Davis
I’ve always looked out for her, but she didn’t know it.
She came back into my life and made me want what I shouldn’t have.
Once she learns the truth, it will show her so much, but will she forgive me.

Julia
When everyone else in my life let me down, he made sense to me.
I returned with a plan in mind, but one night with him and plans changed.
The professor can teach me because I’m ready to learn.

Davis and Julia can’t deny their attraction despite the secrets of their past. Will it bring them closer together or reveal how forbidden their love is and tear them further apart?

Educate Him is an unconventional second chance romance with BDSM elements by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle. If you enjoy a sassy, confident young woman, a smooth talking sexy professor, and a connection that reminds you why you love romance, you’ll love Sydney Aaliyah Michelle’s latest stand-alone HEA romance.

Pick up Educate Him and learn about Davis and Julia’s scorching romance today!



Available on Amazon!

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Excerpt #1:
Her first text message made me smile.
Her second made my dick hard, which made me feel like a dirty old man.
It wasn’t the message itself; it was the confidence she had to send it in the first place. The fiery personality at thirteen was cute and endearing. At nineteen, it was fucking sexy as hell.
Hold it together, Professor.
I thought about Julia over the years because the last time I saw her, it broke my fucking heart to pieces and pissed me off.
I felt guilty because I knew what a prick my best friend had been to his family. I saw it daily and never had the balls to call him on it. He led and I followed him into some seedy dark places. Places his family had no clue about, places that broke up my own marriage six years ago. I was betrayed in the worst way and had no desire to have a woman on my arm.
I required one in my bed on occasion.
But never a student.



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“What are you doing here, Jules?”
“I wanted to see you. We haven’t talking in a few days, and I just wanted to check in.” I laid my hands flat against the books; they offered comfort.
“You should have called.” He stared off toward his desk.
“Are you excepting company?”
“No. It’s been a long week; I’m tired and I have a headache.”
I stepped toward him, stood a few inches away, but he didn’t drop his hands.
“You should let me rub your temples.” I reached up, and he grabbed my hand and stepped away.
“Don’t.”
“You don’t even want me to touch you?” I asked over the grapefruit size lump in my throat.
“Jules, please just go.”
“No. Why?” I asked. “I just want to be near you. Why is that so bad?”
“It’s not bad, but I just can’t.”
“Why? What is it?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then make me understand.”
His eyes flashed, and he stepped toward me. I welcomed the warmth. His demeanor softened for a split second. I saw it. I felt it, but then it was gone, and he slumped back on the bookshelves with his chin to his chest.
“I can’t,” he said.
The words crushed me yet his tone scared me. I stood in front of him. He shuddered but didn’t look at me. I bent down, so I could see his eyes.
“Why?” I asked. “What are you afraid of?”
He lifted his head. He reached up and ran the back of his hand down my tear-soaked face.
I shuddered.
“I’m afraid if I tell you, if I show you what I am and what I’m truly like, then you’ll stop looking at me like that.” His hand dropped to his side. “I’d really miss that.”
“How do I look at you?” I asked. I knew the answer but wanted to hear how he saw it.
“Like I’m a king. You have the ultimate faith in me. I don’t deserve it.” His head dropped again.
“Then earn it,” I said, my tone stronger than I felt on the inside. Inside, I felt like I might crumble any minutes if he didn’t touch me.
“Oh, Julia … How?” He raised his head.
I spotted a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Keep it simple. What do you need me to do?”
His eyes grew dark as he approached me. I backed up into the bookshelf, and he placed his hands on either side of my head.
“Do as I say?”
I nodded. My heart raced, and I was sure he could hear it thumping like crazy. He placed his hand over my heart, and I drew in a sharp breath. His fingers tapped against my sternum.
“Look at me.”
I turned my head up and stared into his eyes. His hands rose and surround my throat. He didn’t squeeze, but panic set in.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Jules.” He pressed a little tighter. “I need you to trust me.”
“Okay.”
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I trust—” Before I finished the sentence, his lips were on mine.


Author Bio:
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.

After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.

She identifies the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.

She can recite the entire script from the 80’s teen comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.

When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

Email Sydney at sydney@sydneyamichelle.com.

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Horses…An Undying Love

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From the time I was born, I was in love with horses.  Every Christmas, I’d rush to the window to see if there was a pony tied to a tree.  Sadly, there never was until my parents moved to a small farm near where we’d formerly lived. Then they bought me a black paint gelding I named First Fling. I was thirteen at the time. From that beginning, after I married, I went on to breed Egyptian Arabians and later the magnificent Andalusian horse.  My stallion Bonito was three times National Champion.

I was never a cowgirl, per se, but I liked this picture, and dedicate The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly, an anthology of four Western romances, by MM Mayfield (our MM), MJ Flournoy, Carol Shaughnessey, and c’est moi, to Cowgirls Everywhere!!

So, it was predestined that at some time I would write a book about horses and the people who love them.  I can testify that this love can be one to distraction!  I had never participated in 3-Day Eventing, a very demanding and dangerous sport, but my friend in Florida was an eventer.  If I ran into a problem with the technical information, I called Helen.  She’d walk me through the event. I didn’t ramble off into too much detail because I didn’t want to bore the non-horsey reader. The techniques of the half-pass, the shoulder-in, and the canter pirouette are probably not familiar to most people outside the horse aficionado.

Gambler’s Choice is the name of a jumping class in a horse show. I think that name and the excitement of that race against the clock inspired the book.  In this class, each team (horse and rider) that makes a clean round goes on to the next.  The fences are raised, and again they must beat the best time of other entries.  A sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat kind of experience.

I named the equine star after the class.  Though the book is a romantic suspense, the story is really about two people who love one horse.  Becca is willing to pay any amount for Gambler’s Choice. Austen is not going to sell his best friend for any price. Perhaps, a horse person is the only one who’d understand how dramatic this conflict is.

Gambler’s Choice is Available from The Wild Rose Press or on Amazon —  for horse lovers!

I love this GIF so I’m going to add it yet again in my ramblings about horses.  This, Ladies & Gents, is the majestic Andalusian horse in what appears to be only schooling tack.


Have a peaceful Sunday.

Linda

 

The Prisoner of Valathia — James Austin McCormick!!

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I’d like to welcome author James Austin McCormick to PFS. James, I was in Manchester i May.  Please tell us about you:

My latest novel is a continuation of my DRAGON SciFi/space opera series and the fourth entry in the continuing story of Sillow Low, the elf-like Sylvan, con man, and Agency spy.

The Prisoner of Valathia takes place after their escape from Tamerlane’s hi-tech prison, and the defeat of Darius Drake’s apocalyptic plans for the humanoid home-worlds, Titanya the Pirate Queen joins Sylvan Silla Low in becoming an agent of the Alliance.

Now partners, the brash, beautiful pirate queen, and the cowardly, chain-smoking elf, take on their first official mission together…investigate the hijack of a prototype military stealth craft and its connection to the mysterious owner of a small mining operation.

What begins as a simple undercover mission soon becomes something far more sinister as they find themselves caught…

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Mortal Heart by L.J. Sealey – Divine Hunter – Book Four

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Mortal Heart
By L.J. Sealey



Blurb:


When two hearts bleed, Heaven doesn’t stand a chance.

Is it possible for a heart to break twice?

Lacy had known from finding out what Michael was that there would be complications, but she never expected they’d be torn apart in such a cruel way. Unable to stop herself feeling the things she did, she knew she would pay for falling in love with an angel, but this. . . If it hurt this much, then how could she go on without him?

He’d feared this would happen.

It was always only a question of when.

Michael’s nightmares had come true and he hadn’t even had chance to say goodbye. His heart ached like he never thought possible, but he was powerless to change what had happened. Now he was trapped in the heavens awaiting a trial that he already knew the outcome of. Through her journal he’d lived his mother’s pain after his father had been taken from her. He couldn’t allow that to happen to Lacy.

He had to get out.

He would get out.

Of all that had happened to him this would be his toughest fight yet, but it would end in one of two ways: Either Michael would convince the Thrones to let him live with the woman he had lost his heart and soul to, or he would die by her side.

Either way, he wasn’t prepared to exist without her.



— It is highly recommended that this series is read in order.
*This book contains some Adult situations and is recommended for age 17+*

Author Bio:

L.J. Sealey was born and raised in a little Welsh town by the sea. It rains a lot, so she often has a great excuse to sit at her writing desk and while away the hours at her laptop.
She still lives in N.Wales and when she’s not travelling around the country working with her husband – who is a professional singer – or singing backup vocals herself, she likes to drive around the beautiful Welsh countryside. Some think it’s because she enjoys the scenery; others suspect she’s hunting dragons. L.J also likes to read and watch her favourite TV shows which normally includes plenty of CSI, The Vampire Diaries and endless amounts of sitcoms. Being addicted to reading about vampires, demons, shifters and angels, she has always had a thing for all things paranormal, and is a big sucker for impossible love stories. So it was inevitable that when she started writing herself she would mix the two together.



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Withhold, Mosaic Chronicles Book Nine by Andrea Pearson

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GENRE: Fantasy – Withhold will be $0.99 through the pre-order period, and until the end of release day, July 18.

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BLURB:

In the ultimate battle between good and evil, Nicole is in a race to stop Keitus before he achieves his plans. If he succeeds, he will crush everyone who has opposed him and enslave Earth and countless other planets. Unfortunately, he is only minutes away from his goal.

With so much at stake, Nicole and her friends must approach Helen, a volatile and dangerous spirit who will probably destroy them regardless of whether she gives them what they want. And the chances of her helping them are slim.

Fast-paced and epic magical fights, exciting plot twists, and non-stop action and adventure await. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on for the explosive, much-anticipated conclusion to the award-winning and bestselling Mosaic Chronicles.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Andrea Pearson is an avid reader and outdoor enthusiast who plays several instruments, not including the banjo, and loves putting together musical arrangements. Her favorite sports are basketball and football, though several knee surgeries and incurably awful coordination prevent her from playing them.

Andrea graduated from Brigham Young University with a bachelor of science degree in Communications Disorders. She is the author of many full-length novels (the Kilenya Series and Mosaic Chronicles) and several novellas. Writing is the chocolate of her life – it is, in fact, the only thing she ever craves. Being with her family and close friends is where she’s happiest, and she loves thunderstorms, the ocean, hiking, public speaking, painting, and traveling.

Website: http://www.andreapearsonbooks.com
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The author is offering a download bonus to readers who download WITHHOLD the day of the book blitz. The bonus includes the first two books in the series, free books by other authors, illustrations, maps, and more.

Purchase links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072BFQ1QX
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/withhold-andrea-pearson/1126315776?ean=2940154151310
iBooks: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/withhold/id1232166482?mt=11
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35074867

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Andrea will be awarding a $50 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Download bonuses:

Forward proof of download (a confirmation email or a screenshot) to withholdbonuses@gmail.com to receive the following:

Discern and Praxis (first two books in the series), Hope(less) and (Mis)fortune by Melissa Haag, other titles by other authors, bachelor of science degree from Katon University, coloring pages, word search, fantasy illustration by Andrea’s husband (James E. Curwen, professional illustrator), maps illustrated by Andrea and her husband, etc.

Information on pricing:

Withhold will be $0.99 through the pre-order period, and until the end of release day, July 18. On July 19, it’ll rise in price to $1.99. On July 21, it’ll rise in price to $2.99. On July 22, it’ll go to full price ($3.99).