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Sweetheart of a Giveaway – Win a Kindle!!! Plus – My Wackiest Valentine’s Day Gift Ever

Valentine’s Day is approaching, and while I don’t have a sweetheart, I do have a sweetheart of a deal! I’m giving away a Kindle EReader and offering several ways to enter. Click on the link below and be sure to get your entries in soon.

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And, guess what? I’m offering a quickie (NOT what you’re thinking…) prize to one lucky commenter. Tell me your best, worst, or weirdest Valentine’s Day gift in the comments below, and I’ll draw a name the morning after Valentine’s Day, and the winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card.

Wanna hear mine? I’ll admit, I haven’t received many Valentine’s Day gifts in my day (I’ve been married once, and he was not romantic, and I’ve had very few relationships otherwise), but one of the weirdest was when I was about 21. I received a dozen yellow roses. I know that doesn’t sound like a weird gift, but the circumstances were a little weird. I was waitressing at a restaurant in Oklahoma City. When I was in training, the day I had my first section  on my own, my first customer was a lone man. He ate and we chatted. I presented his $15 ticket to him, and he gave me a hundred dollar bill. He said I could keep the change if I told him my name. Uh…I admit, I freaked out a little. I went to my manager and told him what happened, and I said, “What should I do?” He grinned and said, “Thank him.” 🙂 I reluctantly, nervously, went back to the table to see if he needed anything else, and he ordered a whisky, gave me another hundred, told me to keep the change. Then, he had a third drink and did the same. Crazy, right? Over the next few months, he came in regularly and always tipped nearly $100. Over the course of time, he told me that I reminded him of his first and only love. She broke up with him because he was poor. Now, he’d become wealthy, but he lost her, and he’d never stopped loving her. Awwwww…. On Valentine’s Day, he sent me a dozen yellow roses. I swear, on a stack of bibles, nothing ever happened between us. We had one ‘date’ of sorts, and I had drinks with him at the restaurant where I worked. He invited me to go with him to dinner. To New Orleans, on his jet. I told him I couldn’t because I promised my mom I wouldn’t go anywhere with him. When I told her about it, she said, “Well, good grief, I didn’t know he was going to fly you to New Orleans for dinner. You should have gone.” LOL.

So…that’s my story. Tell me yours.

And, in the meantime, I’ll share a little about my Valentine’s Day Sweet Romance Short Story, Cupid’s Beau:

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Buy here: https://www.amazon.com/Cupids-Beau-Sweet-Valentine-Romance-ebook/dp/B00B0JLKP4/ 

Ivy Pierce is a Cupid who prides herself on doing her job well. Except when it comes to a certain human male–Grant Crawford. Although she doesn’t understand why, each time she’s supposed to shoot her arrow into his heart, her stomach hurts, her chest hurts, and she feels….sad. Cupids are never sad.

Humans who are not looking for love only get three chances to find it. And after Ivy sabotages Grant’s last chance, her boss, Aphrodite, sends her to earth to right her wrong. She has until Valentine’s Day to help him find his soul mate.

But the more she’s around him, the more she wants him for herself, even though she knows that can never be. A Cupid and a human? Unheard of.

As V-Day draws closer, can she sacrifice her own happiness to help the man she loves find his?

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – February 10, 2017

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Happy Friday and welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 

*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up, so feel free to send your guesses in and comment any time during that week. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.

 

Extra giveaways!!

(Comment to enter – names will be drawn and winners announced next Friday, Feb 17)

Ann Raina is offering a free ebook of: For the Love of Jazmin (#2 series Jazmin & Ethan)

Linda Nightingale is offering a $5 Amazon gift card!

 

Book 1:

The Secretary’s Bodyguard (#1 series Jazmin & Ethan) by Ann Raina

Buy link — http://www.extasybooks.com/The-Secretary-‘-s-Bodyguard/

Find Ann here: https://www.facebook.com/ann.raina.7

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Snippet A:

Sidarra breathed her well-known scent and relished her warm hands on his chest and her tongue in his mouth. Deep down something stirred, a hidden emotion, a wish to be fulfilled, a memory he cherished. He closed his eyes and saw Yisnia in the woods of Ethisan, lifting her dress to find her naked beneath. The desire she had woken in him those days and nights in his small hut lived in him, was part of the memory they shared.

Snippet B:

Kyra took a deep breath. Oliver was such a bad influence! She could imagine Julian too well without clothes. She wanted to perish the thought, but it returned in a loop. “Do you think that Mrs. Bickerham is at her binoculars right now?”

Oliver laughed. “You mean after the demonstration of my domination over Gregory she’ll wait for me to take down Julian?” He wiggled his brows. “Nah, that would be your show, not mine.”

“Not mine, either. Locking up Julian in the kennel, yeah, right. Forget it,” she warned when he turned to continue the daydream.

“But just think of it.”

Unable to stop him, she sighed. Only with a gag. Oh, hell, he might like that.

Snippet C:

She helped him out of his jacket and shirt. The sleeves were bloody.

Jazmin winced. “You were shot! Oh, my god!” She took his face in both hands. “Captain, this isn’t nothing. Come, sit down on the bed. Let me have a look at it.”

“Jaz, it’s all right. The medic already stitched me up. Nothing—”

“If you say nothing to worry about one more time, I’ll give you something to worry about.”

Ethan smiled. “Okay, do what you have to do.” She directed him to the bed and he lay down slowly. He was exhausted suddenly, and Jazmin’s warm hands were consoling. He melted on the warm covers and his eyes closed all by themselves.

 

Book 2:

Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody by Linda Nightingale

Buy link;   https://www.amazon.com/Morgan-DArcy-Rhapsody-Linda-Nightingale/dp/1509209093/

Find Linda Here:  http://www.lindanightingale.com

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Snippet A: 

The most beautiful man in the world froze with his hand on the door. “Please don’t. This is a misunderstanding.” He blew out a long breath. “However, if that is what you want, I must advise you that Mayfair Electronics, 21 Dover Street, London, W1S 4LT will accept return of a flawed unit for a full refund.”

“Stop! You sound like a robot.” Her fisted hands struck the air.

He didn’t flinch. “I am a robot. That’s why this is an inane conversation.”

“Inane? I find you with another woman in the bedroom, and this conversation is silly? Oh, no, Christian. Did you invite her here?”

Snippet B:

From The Night Before Doomsday:    I groaned in the exquisite pain of desire. My mouth opened, taking her tongue inside, dominating the kiss. Desire was death, a living rigor mortis. As my feverish hands explored her body, she moaned and whispered. Thought sizzled to fog. Spellbound, I kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks. When I pressed my mouth to her velvet throat, she shivered in my embrace, and I was lost.

The walls of my house closed in on me. Folding Magdalene in a wing, I lifted her and took her into the garden. Here darkness and my wings would hide our sin.

Snippet C:

“Morgan, I really must go.” She hesitated. “John will be here in a few minutes.”

“John,” I spat. Indeed, the man was top of my hit list. “How is the pregnancy progressing?”

“I’m fine.” She sighed, but her hard tone softened somewhat. “Goodbye.”

Her voice trembled. Was she crying? My heart ached to think of her in tears.

“I love you,” I said. “And it isn’t goodbye.”

Book 3:

Raw Silk by Lisabet Sarai

Buy link: https://goo.gl/ZrwNNO

Find Lisabet here: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

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Snippet A:

The elegance of my hotel room compensated to some extent for its modest size. Gold-fringed tiebacks held the brocade drapes on either side, revealing lace sheers. Outside the tall windows, a wrought iron balcony protruded over the narrow street. The bed was barely double width, but piled high with fluffy feather pillows. Art Deco curlicues of gleaming brass twined at the head and foot.

Before I’d met my Master, I would have admired the furnishings for the quality of the materials and the exceptional taste that had influenced their selection. Now all I saw were bondage possibilities—the headboard, the steel rings securing the tiebacks, even the balcony rails.

Snippet B:

“Having second thoughts, little one?” He flicked her earlobe with his tongue and sent electric currents streaking down to her sex. Although the gesture seemed playful, his tone was serious, without his characteristic mockery.

She turned her back to the dawn, seeking his eyes. “To be honest, yes.” The ache under her sternum made it hard to speak. “Last night, everything seemed so clear. This morning…”

“This morning you have doubts.” He combed his fingers through her curls, massaging her scalp. “Ah, pet! When I woke to find myself alone in our bed, I knew you’d been thinking too much.”

Snippet C:

The Domme’s face was gorgeously exotic, high cheekbones and a wide, crimson-painted mouth. One forgot all that beauty, though, when captured by the woman’s eyes. They were an icy emerald green. Like jade knives they penetrated her soul. She felt hopelessly weak and exposed, frightened and guilty. At the same time, they made her secret parts ache. She had a sudden urge to run to the woman, begging forgiveness, offering herself for punishment. Still, she remained transfixed, frozen in the Mistress’ gaze like a rabbit before a snake.

Finally, Mistress Clara nodded, as if satisfied. She gestured toward an empty table near the platform.

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - The Secretary's Bodyguard?

Which Snippet is from Book 2 - Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody

Which Snippet is from Book 3 - Raw Silk

 

Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:

The first person who guessed correctly was Mary Anne Landers, who wins an additional entry in the February contest. Congrats, Mary Anne!

Last week’s answers:

Book 1 – Training Tessa: Correct Snippet: B

Book 2 – Lily and the Gambler: Correct Snippet: A

Book 3 – Prey for Me: Correct Snippet: B

 

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – February 3, 2017

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Happy Friday and welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 

*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up, so feel free to send your guesses in and comment any time during that week. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.

 

Book 1:

Training Tessa by Debra Doggett

Buy  Link:  https://www.amazon.com/Training-Tessa-Debra-Doggett-ebook/dp/B01GAF0EYK/

Find Debra Here: www.onefoolsjourney.com

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Snippet A:

His voice was low and full of everything that scared her about his kind, full of everything that drove her need and her body to a panting want that curled her toes. It made her mad enough to bite.

“You’ve got trouble and I’m the one you come to?” She folded her arms across her chest and looked him up and down with a sneer. “From your reaction, I guess I came to the right place.”

“And you can go straight back out the door you came in too.”

“Not until we talk.” She cocked her chin up.

Snippet B:

As his hand slid over her shoulder, his fingers nudged her dress down, letting the fabric glide to the top of her dress, though careful not to expose her. He leaned in close, and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. Then his fingers dipped below her bodice to caress her breast and her breath caught in her throat. She could not find words to protest, couldn’t make her mouth move to tell him to stop. He removed his fingers and she sighed.

Snippet C:

“So now you propose that I strip my clothes off and let you have at me with all the skill your people devote to

such things?”

He paused to stare at her. Something twinkled in his eyes that was part lust and part amusement. “And is that what you think I want to do with you, have at you?”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Of course. That’s the reason we’re in this godforsaken place, so that you can get your hands on me and dazzle me with the supposed skill you have in luring women into your bed.”

Book 2:

Lily and the Gambler by Linda McLaughlin

Buy Link: https://smile.amazon.com/dp/B01MYMEKMD/

Find Linda Here: http://lindalyndi.com

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Snippet A:

Cupping her chin, he stared at her, his eyes full of half promises. “Oh, hell, I may get my face slapped for this, but…” His hand moved to the back of her neck as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kiss. Then a door slammed somewhere in the house, reminding her of where they were. She pushed him away. “How dare you?”

He gave her a lazy grin. “What’s that old saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?”

Snippet B:

A laugh burbled up from her throat and her cheeks warmed at the reminder of his kiss. She hadn’t expected such a romantic gesture from him. It wasn’t as if he were born a gentleman. Perhaps she needed to change her assumptions. She’d expected boorishness from him simply because of his birth, not taking into account that he’d been educated in the same schools as her brother. She’d best start thinking of her prospective bridegroom as a social equal.

Lud, was she such a snob?

Snippet C:

Scant minutes later, Mr. Chaplin led her outside to a closed traveling carriage standing in the inn yard. He must be a gentleman of some means, she mused, to have his own carriage. He supervised the loading of their luggage then held out his hand to help her into the carriage. As she stepped up, the wind caught her veil and blew it upwards. For a second she had a clear glimpse of his startled face.

He had seen the bruise.

Book 3:

Prey for Me by TR Fischer

Buy Link for Prey For Me: https://www.amazon.com/Prey-Me-Colorado-Tempest-Book/dp/099649362X

Find TR Here: www.TRFischer.com

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Snippet A:

“Enrique, this is Skylar.”

A man behind the counter got to his feet. Not the same sandy blond from the day before. This guy had dark hair, darker eyes. His yesterday-morning shadow was split by a brilliant smile that probably got him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. Gorgeous.

Suddenly the smile fell away and his golden-brown face darkened like the sky in a sudden summer storm. Skylar’s steps faltered at the onslaught of black emotion that emanated from this man. She blinked, filled her lungs, struggling to make sense of it. A set-up gone south?

Enrique said nothing.

Snippet B:

Patrick crouched behind Lacy in the open cargo area behind the driver’s seat. The muzzle of his gun jabbed the nape of her neck. She followed his commands until she neared the end of Center Street. They were headed out of town. Her gut told her not to go. But her gut didn’t have a solution for the weapon aimed at her brain stem. On the other hand, if she did as he said, she would end up dead. Or worse.

As Lacy ferried herself closer to that fate, fear somehow gave way to reason. Why wait? And why give Patrick the reins?

Snippet C:

“Hello.” Tara wanted to say more but her brain shorted out. This guy was not from Pine View. He looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine. Rugged and clean-cut at the same time. His wavy blond hair was longer than most businessmen wore theirs, but his jeans and button-down shirt weren’t the kind a laborer could afford. They looked as though they’d been tailored to fit. His sleek leather jacket probably cost more than she made in three months. Must be a tourist who took the wrong exit.

He flashed a slightly crooked smile that made her breath catch.

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - Training Tessa

Which Snippet is from Book 2 - Lily and the Gambler

Which Snippet is from Book 3 - Prey for Me

 

Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:

The first person who guessed correctly was once again Elf – Who wins an additional entry in the February contest. Congrats, Elf!

Last week’s answers:

Book 1 – A Year of Light and Shadows: Correct Snippet: B

Book 2 – Immortal Savior: Correct Snippet: A

Book 3 – The Captain and the Cheerleader: Correct Snippet: A

 

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – January 27, 2017

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Happy Friday and welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 

*** Normally. the game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up,. However, since we are approaching the end of the month, this week’s game will only go through Tuesday, January 31, 2017. I will announce a monthly winner from entrants to this and my SpotaLie Facebook game on Wednesday, February 1, 2017. Good luck!!

The winner of last week’s extra giveaway of a $5 Amazon Gift card is…Elf! Congratulations! Please contact me at Alicia@AliciaDean.com to claim your prize!  AND….Elf was also the first to guess all three snippets correctly, so she wins an additional entry in the January contest!

Book 1:

A Year of Light and Shadows by Helena Fairfax

Buy  Link: (ONLY 99 cents!) https://www.amazon.com/Year-Light-Shadows-anthology-ebook/dp/B01MFB15C2/ 

Find Helena Here:  https://helenafairfax.com/

 

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Snippet A:

‘I think Paul’s in love with you.’
‘What?’ Kate sat up straight, her disbelief ringing round the room. ‘Are you crazy? In love! He’s so damn polite and stiff. In fact, he’s so bloody polite it’s intimidating. You’ve got it way, way wrong.’ She shook her head vehemently, staring at Orla. Her friend was normally so astute about people.
‘I’ll leave you to read it.’ Orla stood. ‘Tell me then if I’m wrong.’ .

Snippet B:

I arranged myself on his warm shirt, legs bent, hugging my knees. Léon stretched his sun-browned legs in front of him and leaned back against the cliff. His warm skin smelled of the sea. Although he’d barely spoken, I had the impression still that he was filled with a pent-up joy. I, too, was bursting with rapture. The shining sea, the warmth, and above all, Léon beside me made it almost impossible to organise my thoughts. I tried to calm the fluttering starlings, keeping my gaze away from his warm, damp limbs and resolutely on the waves.

Snippet C:

‘You know you can stay.’
She thought she detected a tremor in his voice. She lifted her head swiftly to find his eyes steady on hers. The light had been falling gradually, dusk seeping slowly through the kitchen window. The flickering candles gave Jean-Luc’s face a sepia glow that lit Sophie from within with a sudden rush of warmth. Filled with wild longing, she leaned forward. Jean-Luc reached across the table to take her face in both his hands, trapping it there.
‘Stay with me.’

Book 2:

Immortal Savior by J.G. Sauer

Find J.G. Here: https://www.facebook.com/JG-Sauer-145724772218876/ 

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Snippet A:

God, she couldn’t breathe. Exhaustion threatened to drop her in her tracks, her lungs burned with it. Perspiration ran down her face in rivulets, mixing with mascara and stinging her eyes. But she didn’t stop running, couldn’t afford to slow her pace for one instant.
The tall, thin, smartly dressed woman darted up the deserted backstreet; her stunning Jimmy Choo’s tapping out a wild tattoo on the cement as she raced along. She took time only to send a frantic glance over her shoulder through the darkness every few seconds. Yes, she knew better than to stop moving.

Snippet B:

Their eyes met, and she strolled toward him slowly, taking her time and gauging his mood. She stepped right up into his personal space and paused for a full ten seconds, drawing out the tension that was beginning to simmer. “Do you know what I’d really like right now, Evan?”
She ran her tongue around her lips—which grabbed his undivided attention—and smiled inwardly.
He adopted a casual stance, but continued to stare at her lips. “Not a clue what you want. Enlighten me.”
Liar, she thought. Surprise dawned briefly on his face when she leaned in closer and whispered, “My car keys.”

Snippet C:

Eyeballing the shirt she was wearing—his shirt—that ended well above her knees, he ran his tongue over his teeth. Raising his eyes, their gazes met. The look he gave her had her pulse picking up speed.
“Nice shirt,” he said, strolling toward her. When he reached her, he lifted her chin with a finger and settled his lips on hers. “What do you have on underneath it,” he murmured against her lips as his other hand began to gather the shirt material against her leg.
“Not a thing,” she replied, melting into him and returning his kiss.

Book 3:

The Captain and the Cheerleader by Elaine Cantrell

Find Elaine Here:  http://www.elainecantrell.com/

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Snippet A:

Susan finished her soft drink and tossed the can into a nearby recycling bin. “I could make Kurt ask me out if I wanted to.”
“Yeah? Prove it. Get him to ask you out. I’ll bet you fifty dollars you can’t do it,” Robin taunted. “All he’s interested in is football.”
Melissa Taylor, Susan’s best friend, cleared her throat. “How long would she have to get the date?”
“Two weeks ought to be enough for an old pro like Susan.” Robin snickered as her gaze swept around the lounge. “Would the rest of you like to get a piece of the action?”

Snippet B:

Scooping up a handful of pebbles, she made her way down the wall. The last pebble didn’t drop where she wanted, so she stooped down to pick it up. Something promptly bit her. Bit her and latched on to her ankle and refused to let go. Snake!
Shrieking, she ran toward the front yard. Oh, thank goodness! Cade was in the front yard. “Snake,” she screamed. “It’s eating me alive.”
Cade’s face blurred as she streaked past him. “Aimee!” he yelled.
The snake bit harder. Aimee howled and ran faster, making circles in the yard. This time Cade tried to grab her as she rushed past him. “Help me!” Aimee screeched.
Cade took off after her, but Aimee put on an extra burst of speed when the snake bit her again. He finally brought her down not far from where they’d tied the horses. It scared Princess, who jerked her reins free and galloped away.
“Snake,” Aimee panted. “Get it off.”
Cade rolled onto his back and laughed. And laughed and laughed. “It’s a briar, not a snake.”

Snippet C:

She wasn’t alone in the bedroom. She saw a shadowy
figure silhouetted against the drapes, and Julianna supposed he must have made a noise that wakened her.
She broke into a cold sweat. Should she scream or pretend to be asleep? She quickly made her decision as the figure approached the bed. “Buck, help me,” she screamed.
She had hoped that the noise would frighten the attacker away, but instead he crossed the room in two big strides and grabbed her. Julianna struggled mightily, but the bedcovers hampered her, and the intruder was a strong man.

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - A Year of Light and Shadows

Which Snippet is from Book 2 - Immortal Savior

Which Snippet is from Book 3 - The Captain and the Cheerleader

 

Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:

As mentioned above, Elf was last week’s winner!

Last week’s answers:

Haunting at Spook Light Inn by Alicia Dean  Correct snippet: “C”

The Highlander’s English Woman by Ruth A. Casie – Correct snippet: “B”

A Taste of Tragedy by Kim McMahill – Correct snippet: “A”

 

 

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – January 20, 2017

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Happy Friday and welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 

*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up, so feel free to send your guesses in and comment any time during that week. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.

*** Extra Giveaways!! – 

Alicia Dean will draw the name of one commenter and that person will win a $5 Amazon gift card.

Book 1:

Haunting at Spook Light Inn: A World of Gothic ~ Oklahoma by Alicia Dean

Buy  Link: https://www.amazon.com/Haunting-Spook-Light-Inn-Oklahoma-ebook/dp/B01GNGTU96/

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Snippet A:

His tone was friendly, but I wasn’t fooled. His interest was business. I wondered if he had more questions or was just trying to get a read on me, see if I’d lied about Josie. I hadn’t. But I was probably going to. I couldn’t let the cops at her now. She was too fragile.

Even knowing his interest wasn’t personal, I was self-conscious about my appearance. I wore a sweatshirt and Royals’ cap, no make-up. My mother hated it when I “dressed like a vagabond,” so I did so more often than not when I knew I’d see her. Now that I’d run into Brody, my plan to annoy my mother had back-fired.

Snippet B:

Slivers of moonlight filtered through the leaves of the oak trees above Emily’s head. Thick fog floated on the ground, leaving only the tops of the phony headstones they’d set up showing. The fog was phony too, but it looked so real, the effect was downright spooky—as was standing in the woods with Michael Myers. Even though she knew Caster was beneath the mask, a little quiver of fear raced over her skin. She gave a breathless laugh. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“I’m ready,” he said, his voice muffled beneath the mask.

She turned her back to him, and he slipped an arm around her waist.

Snippet C:

I wasn’t aware I’d made a conscious decision, but I found myself parking the golf cart at the edge of the woods, at the mouth of the trail that led to the carriage house. What was there that Declan didn’t want me to see? I felt a little guilty, but I pushed it away. If he had something valuable, it wasn’t like I was going to steal it. And if he was hiding something criminal, the authorities had a right to know.

As before, I tried both doors. As before, neither of them opened. I checked all the windows, this time using the flashlight on my cell to try to penetrate the interior gloom. Nothing. Definitely something covering the windows.

 

Book 2:

Title: The Highlander’s English Woman

Amazon buy linkhttps://amzn.com/B01LXYHNGS

Find Ruth Here:   http://ruthacasie.com/ 

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Snippet A:

He put his pen down and sat back, his casual manner indicating he wasn’t in any hurry. A glint of humor lit his eyes. An easy smile lifted the corners of his mouth. The thrill of his obvious interest in her buoyed her spirits. Her smile broadened, it was the polite thing to do, although polite never entered her mind.

Snippet B:

“We’ll rest when we get to the other side.” He turned to Laura on her palfrey. “You’ll ride across with me.”

Laura gave him a cold stare. “I assure you, I can handle my horse crossing a river.”

“I’m sure you can. However, it’s all about size,” he smirked.

She tilted her head and sucked in a quick breath at the double meaning of his words.

“My horse,” he said in a husky voice. “Where is your mind, m’lady? He stands several hands higher than yours.” He straightened in his saddle. A flash of heat ran up her neck.

Snippet C:

He caught her around her waist and brought her face to his. How he adored the passion in her violet eyes. They asked for more. He answered with a searing kiss and teased her mouth open with his tongue. She didn’t protest. Instead she moved closer molding her body into his, fitting like a key in a lock. Encouraged, his tongue swept her mouth and he reveled at the sweet taste. When he released her she stood in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. His cheek rested on her hair. Quiet and content, he savored the last few moments while the sun rose over the edge of the hill.

 

Book 3:

Title: A Taste of Tragedy

Find Kim Here:  http://KimMcMahill.blogspot.com

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Snippet A:

Devyn scrambled out of the gully and cut across the raised ground above the bend in the creek. Inching out toward the edge, she peered over and spotted her target. His back was to her. She had a clean shot, but this time she was determined to get answers and dead men couldn’t talk.

Snippet B:

Grace Talbot gripped the steering wheel of her white four-wheel-drive truck. Every muscle in her body tensed as she leaned closer to the windshield, straining her eyes, searching the blowing snow for the reflector poles, which lined the road, or for any tire track, which would indicate someone else had driven through recently.

Traveling the remote rural Wyoming road in a blizzard was risky, and she would have avoided such a stupid act if her Uncle Moss wasn’t in the hospital fighting for his life  and Butch, his only hired ranch hand, wasn’t dead.

Snippet C:

“Try to get some sleep. We can’t afford to have a sniper with the shakes. I’ll wake you in a few hours and then I’ll get some rest.” Deuce wrapped his arms around her tighter and rested his chin on her shoulder, his cheek brushing hers, wondering how many times he could hold her this close without taking more.

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - Haunting at Spook Light Inn by Alicia Dean

Which Snippet is from Book 2 - The Highlander's English Woman by Ruth A. Casie

Which Snippet is from Book 3 - A Taste of Tragedy by Kim McMahill

 

Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:

No one guessed correctly last week. 😦 (As far as I could see. If you think you did, please email me at AliciaMDean@aol.com and I’ll double check)

Last week’s answers:

Dance Toward The Light by Linda Carroll-Bradd  Correct snippet: “C”

Everything His Heart Desires by Patricia Preston Correct snippet: “C”

The Mad Monk’s Treasure by Kris Bock Correct snippet: “A”

 

 

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – January 13, 2017

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Happy Friday the 13th and welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 

*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up, so feel free to send your guesses in and comment any time during that week. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.

 

*** Extra Giveaways!! – 

Linda Carroll-Bradd will draw one name from those who guess correctly and the winner will receive their choice of any title from her backlist.
 
Kris Bock will draw one name from all those who comment and the winner will receive a copy of One Week in Your Arms, Book 1 in the series. 

***** Last week’s winner:

Kristina will receive a copy of Callie Hutton’s Seducing the Marquess! Congrats, Kristina!! Callie will be emailing you.

 

Book 1:

Dance Toward The Light by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Buy  Link: http://a.co/daDRwlS

Find Linda Here: Facebook

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Snippet A:

The low rumble of galloping horse hooves reached his ears. The sheriff caught a quick movement and watched as the westbound stagecoach came into view past the blacksmith shop. He stilled. The four-horse team ran wild, tossing their heads and kicking up dust clouds. The coach zigzagged down the center of town, the groan of leather harnesses and the creak of wheels getting louder.

Hell. Instinct pushed him to action. Quinn sprinted to the middle of Main Street and unholstered his gun. Waiting until the horses were close, he aimed his gun over the roof of the jail and fired.

Snippet B:

The wide smile and bright flash that lit her eyes gave her face a gamine look. One that hit him square in the chest. Needing to pull his attention from the surprise of that reaction, Kell glanced to where she pointed and made note of the sign proclaiming Othmann Dry Goods-Hardware-Meat. “I aim to walk my horse over. Do you need help with the buggy?”

“No, but thank ye. I’m quite able to handle this small conveyance. On me family’s dairy farm during me growing years, I handled draft horses pulling heavy wagons.”

Snippet C:

Turning from the window, she tucked the duster into its space on a low shelf and spun away, walking on tiptoes before dropping her boots flat. Could she do a back bend in this dress? Bracing apart her legs, she raised her hands over her head, arched her spine, and then leaned backward. Her muscles protested against the unaccustomed strain, forcing her upright again. Oh, phooey. She was too out of shape to do this simple acrobatic move.

What is there to do?

 

Book 2:

Everything His Heart Desires by Patricia Preston

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EE09ZNO

Find Patricia Here:   www.patricia-preston.com

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Snippet A:

I caught a whiff of his cologne. Polo Red. It didn’t seem right for Santa to smell sexy. I wondered if he had really been dumped on Valentine’s Day and who he was and what he looked like beneath the costume.

Yet another part of me liked that he was Santa. For now, I wanted him to be Santa. Ever since Adam had broken my heart, I had been cautious when it came to men. I had dated a couple of guys but I had kept my distance. I glanced at Santa. I felt safe with Santa. What girl wouldn’t?

Snippet B:

He bristled. “How much do you know about babies?”

“I’m clueless when it comes to babies. I don’t know anything about them.” She dipped a chip in the cheese before she lifted her gaze to his face. “But I do know a baby should have a mother and father if at all possible.”

His blue eyes narrowed. “I suppose that should be you and Dallas Peyton.”

Oh, shit, he’s Googled me. She took a moment to eat the chip. “No.” She dabbed her mouth with the napkin. “Not me and Dallas.” There was no her and Dallas, but that was a well-guarded secret.

Snippet C:

She was fine, and he was available. So there you go.

“I’ve heard we’re going to have great weather this weekend,” he said, throwing some bait her way. He tapped the elevator handrail. For the first time ever, he wished the elevator would move a little slower.

She batted those baby blues at him. “There’s a storm coming.”

A storm? He had watched the weather report on TV before he left his house. Sunny autumn weekend, high in the seventies, no rain. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I’m fairly certain of it,” she insisted, lowering her lashes.

 

Book 3:

The Mad Monk’s Treasure by Kris Bock

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Monks-Treasure-Southwest-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B00SKJU7BA 

Find Kris Here: http://www.krisbock.com/ 

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Snippet A

 She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the grainy photograph. With that one image, everything seemed to fall into place. This was the clue. It had to be.

 She fumbled in her desk drawer for a magnifying glass and studied the symbols in the photo more closely. At a glance, they looked like your standard Indian petroglyphs. You could find them throughout the Southwest, tucked away in caves or scattered among boulder fields.

 But this was different.

 If she was right—and she had to be right—these symbols were a map.

Snippet B:

 The house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?

 She shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her grandparents were still here. Wishful thinking.

 Downstairs, a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not alone.

 For a long moment, she sat frozen. During her ten years in New York City, she had never been burglarized or mugged. It seemed impossible that such a thing should happen now, here, in an off-season art camp five miles outside of Jemez Springs, New Mexico.

Snippet C:

I tried to focus on this one moment, the physical sensations of my aching body as I lay on the hard, damp ground. The cold against my bare calves, the lump of rock pressing into my shoulder. That focus helped keep me grounded in the present. Never mind that this present wasn’t a place I wanted to be. I had to deal with reality. But I didn’t have to also deal with nightmares. Not now.

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - Dance Toward The Light by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Which snippet is from Book 2 - Everything His Heart Desires by Patricia Preston

Which Snippet is from Book 3 - The Mad Monk’s Treasure by Kris Bock

 

Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:

The first person to guess correctly was: Mary Anne Landers! Congrats, Mary Anne

Last week’s answers:

Dancing for the Devil     Correct snippet: “A”

A Demon’s Witch   Correct snippet: “B”

Seducing the Marquess   Correct snippet: “A”

 

 

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Friday Fragment Contest – #Giveaway #FunGame #BookLovers – January 6, 2017

Welcome to my weekly contest –

Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)

In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!

Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.

 
*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.

 

*** Extra Giveaway!! – Callie Hutton is offering a FREE copy of Seducing the Marquess to one lucky winner! To be entered, simply leave a comment. One name will be drawn and that person will receive a signed print book (USA Residents Only), or an ebook for overseas residents.

 

Book 1:

The Dream Catcher by Marie Laval

UK Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dream-Catcher-Dancing-Devil-Book-ebook/dp/B017D73N0Q/
US Link: https://www.amazon.com/Dream-Catcher-Dancing-Devil-Book-ebook/dp/B01ACM5KDW/

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Snippet A:

‘Take me to your master immediately,’ she started in a voice as cold and steady she could manage, ‘so I can ask him to have you whipped for your insolence.’

     There was a collective gasp from the people around them. Not looking in the least impressed, the man crossed his arms on his broad chest and arched his eyebrows.

     ‘Really?’

     She took another deep breath.

     ‘That’s what I do to disrespectful servants on my estate, and I can assure you they stop smirking after five lashes.’ That was an outrageous lie, of course, but no one here was to know.

Snippet B:

Who did the woman think he was to summon him to her room like that? A lackey, probably. His lips twisted in an angry snarl as he climbed the stairs two by two. Madame Norton might live in a ramshackle manor house on the bleak, windswept Devonshire moorland, but she was still a Beauregard on her mother’s side and a member of the English gentry by marriage. He should have followed Martin’s advice and stayed at the club a while longer.

       He walked down the draughty corridor and drummed impatient fingers on her door.

      ‘Who’s there?’  A timid voice answered from behind the door.

Snippet C:

  ‘A diversion? That’s a mild way of putting it,’ he sneered. ‘The girls’ dancing was… ahem… striking, to say the least. Ask that poor old man who collapsed.’ He drew in a deep breath. ‘Anyway, where did you learn to dance like that?’

    She lowered her eyes, snapped a leaf from a nearby bush and tore it into tiny pieces that spiralled to the ground. ‘Malika taught me, in secret. She always said I was good enough to be one of them.’

     She was right, her dancing had been entrancing, mesmerising, but he wasn’t going to tell her.

 

Book 2:

A Demon’s Witch by Tena Stetler

Link:  http://amzn.com/1509203087

Find Tena Here:  www.tenastetler.com

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Snippet A

She raised her arms, about to send the yoga mats back to their proper place when the heavy wooden front door creaked open. Piper rushed toward the door, teeth bared and a growl rumbled in her throat. Summer whirled around and yelped as Devlin ambled into the room, black hair tousled and glistening with melting snowflakes. His nonchalance at the dog’s approach surprised her as he slowed to a stop. Piper sniffed around him, backed up a few inches, then stood at alert in front of Devlin.

“You scared the bejeebers out of me.” Summer held her hand to her chest as her heart thundered.

“What are you doing here?”

Snippet B:

Angie chortled. “Not him silly girl.”  She raised an eyebrow and grinned at Willow. “The owner, Bruce is his name, I believe.  Now he’s hot.”

Willow scowled and her eyes widened.  “Oh, Angie, that’s not smart.  I’ve heard about him, tall, dark, handsome and mysterious.  Just your type, but he’s not human.  The faery realm’s heard tell of him, he’s dangerous and vicious.  He rules the western hemisphere with an iron fist, keeping magic folk honest and in their place.  One misstep and you’re history.”  She drew an index finger across her throat then flopped her head to one side.

Snippet C:

She sliced her arm through the air. Unseen forces slammed Mr. Green to the ground. His eyes glowed an eerie green. Pain erupted in Pepper’s head. He was drawing on her magic. Suddenly, a rainbow shower of knife-sharp feathers zoomed out of the cabin door, across the air, and sliced through the man’s clothes, pinning him to the ground. Red and blue flashing lights reflected against the cabin’s wet exterior. The sirens’wail echoed all around her, and Kaylee’s scream broke through the chaos, then everything went black.

Lathen slammed on the brakes as he turned into the driveway behind the police vehicle

 

Book 3:

Seducing the Marquess by Callie Hutton

Link: http://calliehutton.com/book/seducing-the-marquess/ 

Find Callie Here:  www.calliehutton.com

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Snippet A:

“Suppose a woman wanted to not do all those things? Suppose she wanted to sit in Parliament? Or visit Tattersall’s on a Tuesday for the auctions, or visit White’s, or a gaming hell?” Her voice rose as all the things she had been denied that she never knew she cared about bubbled to the surface.

He opened and closed his mouth several times before he spoke. “You want to go to a gaming hell?”

All the air left her lungs and she felt deflated, like a balloon that had a pin stuck in it. Of course she didn’t want to go to a gaming hell. What she wanted was to have her husband make love to her like he had his mistress.

Snippet B:

“Dare I hope you saved a dance for me?”

Why did this man affect her so? She should hate him for what he did to her, but instead she melted at his touch and got lost in his eyes. “Yes, I believe I have one or two left.” She smiled, irritated at the breathless sound of her voice.

He reached for the small card dangling from her wrist. “A waltz, perchance?”

“I’m sorry, my lord, but all four are taken.” Heat rose from her middle to spread to her face. She fought the urge to hurry to the French doors and gulp in air.

He turned the card over. “Lord Carstairs won’t be able to take his waltz, so you may put my name in his place.”

Snippet C:

“Actually, I was waiting for you to finish with Mrs. Morehead so I could speak with you in private.”

“I have nothing to say to you, my lord.” She was really beginning to feel the chill and was afraid her words came out a bit stuttered. He stood, shrugged out of his jacket and, before she could protest, he dropped it over her shoulders. Immediately the warmth from his body and scent of his soap, combined with another musky smell, encompassed her.

“This is hardly proper.”

He grinned. “Is it more proper for me to sit comfortably and watch a lady shiver with the cold? I think not.”

 

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Which Snippet is from Book 1 - The Dream Catcher by Marie Laval

Which snippet is from Book 2 - A Demon's Witch by Tena Stetler

Which is from Book 3 - Seducing the Marquess by Callie Hutton

 

 

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Author Interview with A.K. Smith – New Release: A Deep Thing

I am thrilled to introduce today’s guest, A.K. Smith. I had the pleasure of meeting her in Vegas at a conference where she pitched her story to me. She sent it to me at The Wild Rose Press, and we contracted it. Now, it’s finally released! It’s a fantastic story filled with intrigue and emotion. Please help me welcome A.K., who is going to tell us a little about herself…

 

Why did you choose this genre?

My first Dean Koontz book was Whispers, (the last novel he wrote on a typewriter). I was around fourteen, and I remember thinking I was reading a racy, thrilling, exciting adult novel. The pace of the book captivated me and the surprise ending fascinated me. I then went on to devour Stephen King, James Patterson, and John Grisham novels. The suspense kept me turning the pages, and I fell in love with stories that surprised me and could keep me up at night. The “What if’s,” fascinated me and in my writing, I wanted twists and turns. I love being surprised—but, I also love a happy ending.

Where did you get the idea for A Deep Thing?

My husband and I took a romantic vacation to the Mexican Rivera Maya, and we discovered cenotes. Cenotes are deep iridescent underwater caves with fresh water. Outside Puerto Morelos, Mexico there is a road called “Route de Cenotes” we hired a taxi driver to take us to see a cenote. We drove back uncommercialized dirt roads, and in the middle of the jungle he let us out, and we walked back a jungle road to a beautiful hole in the ground. The water luminescent, we were in awe of our surroundings. You can dive, snorkel and swim in these wonders of nature, and the setting was surreal. When we returned home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the cenotes. Why had I never heard of them? Why were they so secret and on private land? What if? We returned to the Rivera Maya before the final draft of my novel and dove the cenotes in Tulum. It was an incredible experience.  My novel was born in the Yucatan.

What do you want readers to come away with after they read, A Deep Thing?

When they close the book or read the last page– I want their mind to be racing. The question in their mind, What if?

What is your favorite quote?

I love quotes, and there are so many epic ones, but “What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?” motivates me.

If stranded on a desert island and you could have three (inanimate) objects, what would they be?

I love this question because of the What if’s. My practical side would choose a swiss army knife (you can do everything with that), my iPhone and a solar charger. I have an off- the grid cabin and my iphone charges with a simple solar charger and last for eight hours. Then I would have all my kindle books, the bible, movies, music, even a compass, and flashlight app. Come to think of it; I better download a survival guide.

What celebrity would you most like to be stranded on a desert island with?

Hmmm.  My husband is not a celebrity, so I can’t choose him. So, who could I put up with? I’m not a huge Keith Urban Fan; I like his music, but he seems like a down-to-earth nice guy, definitely not bad to look at and he appears even-tempered. I think he would do, at least if nothing else, we could sing together. If he’s not available, I choose the best looking, even tempered, reality survivor guy.

Giveaway: 1 e-book, 1 print book. Winners selected by Alicia Dean. To qualify, retweet, facebook or pin the blog post and paste the link in comments. Winners picked on Friday, December 23rd.

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Blurb:

What was her husband hiding in the jungles of Mexico?

Rocked by her husband’s tragic death, Kendall Jackson strives to put her life back together. But Ryder, her nineteen-year-old stepson, is bitter and wants nothing to do with her. And she can’t keep the grief at bay. Sometimes, it’s so strong, she wonders if life is worth living.

A call from a cave diver in Mexico gives her hope of mending the relationship with her stepson. Before his death, her husband arranged a diving expedition as a birthday gift for his son. Kendall persuades Ryder to honor his father’s last wish.

From the campus of Western Maryland College to the woods of Camp David and the caves of the Yucatán, Kendall and Ryder take a journey to discover what her husband worked so hard to hide, and to protect his treasured secrets from falling into the wrong hands. The choices they make will decide their fate and the future of others. Will they risk everything for the truth? 

Take the trip. Join the journey. Because sometimes you need to escape to an island, beach or mysterious jungle.

 

Buy Link: Amazon

Nook:

 The Wild Rose Press

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Bio:

A.K. Smith is the author of debut fiction novel, “A Deep Thing” from the Wild Rose Press. She loves all things jungly, beachy and mysterious. Her goal is to write thrillers, suspense, and romance, which have the power to make you stay up late.

A new scuba diver, she counts diving in a cenote (underwater caves in the Yucatan) and surviving– one of her biggest achievements. Mexico has a special place in her heart; it’s where she escaped after walking out on Corporate America and where she fell in love on a sailboat. She is a graduate of Shippensburg University (BA) and has a Master of Arts from Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She treasures her family, friends, and kindness. Her goal is to step foot on every continent in the world. She blogs at www.wordstravelfilm.com.

Check out her website at www.aksmithauthor.com or find her on Twitter@aksmithbook, and Facebook/aksmithbook.

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Author Jan Scarbrough: Research Anyone? – New Release: Timeless (Gothic Mystery Romance)

Please help me welcome back Jan Scarbrough with another Gothic Mystery Romance. She’s also sharing a little abou ther research for TIMELESS. Welcome, Jan…

Being a history major as well as an ex-English teacher came in handy when writing Timeless, a Gothic suspense.

I pulled out a couple of books from my research library: Haunts of Old Louisville by David Domine, and The Great Louisville Tornado of 1890 by Keven McQueen. I wanted to use information from both books as inspiration and background for my story.

It’s strange what a novelist needs when writing, and the Internet is a handy place to find that information. Some of the things I researched were Baxter Square Park—Louisville’s first park—a party game called Flip Cup, post-traumatic stress disorder, and the events of September 11, 2001. I also researched a hill in Louisville’s Cherokee Park where people sled in the winter and is still called “dog hill.” I investigated carriages from the 1890’s and period clothing.

I combined all my research into a first person account of the heroine and her journey from the past into her future.

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Blurb for Timeless

When Beth Abbott receives a surprise inheritance from her birth mother, she travels to the family’s nineteenth century mansion in Old Louisville, now a bed and breakfast. There the new mistress of Chadwick House meets the resident ghost, a little girl whose crying not only scares, but also intrigues guests. As she sets out to discover the identity of the ghost and why the child ghost appears happy to Beth, not sad, Beth is confronted by evil from the past.

Jeff Halstead, a man with many secrets, runs the bed and breakfast. But he’s more than that to Beth, and she feels their connection immediately. A psychic medium who doubts his skills, Jeff slowly uncovers the truth of their past lives. Will he be in time to reveal the identity of Beth’s enemy? Will the love they shared in the past follow them into the future? 

Excerpt – Timeless

I tried to go to sleep. My new life would be better in daylight. I could at least get a better look at my surroundings. Falling asleep would make the day come sooner.

But it didn’t work. Even though my eyes were shut tight, I couldn’t relax. Time went by. I don’t know how much time. And then I heard a faint noise.

It was the giggling of a child.

Could it be television from someone’s room?

But it didn’t sound like television. It sounded real, as if a child was playing in the hall maybe. It was a high-pitched laugh, like a little girl’s. My skin prickled, and my stomach tightened. Another chilly sensation swept over me. I was being watched. But there was no one in my room with me.

Tossing back the covers, I jumped out of bed and ran to the nearby window. Could the sound be coming from outside? A streetlamp pooled light on the sidewalk. Gray fog swirled in the air making the deserted street below seem spooky as if from a B-rated horror movie. I shivered at the thought and turned to hop back into bed.

At that moment, a flash of white raced past me, and I caught it out of the corner of my eye. I heard the giggling again, louder now. Looking back at my bed, I spotted a little girl standing on the other side of it. She was dressed in white and her slender hand reached toward my doll as if she wanted to touch it and play with it.

“Hey!”

She looked up, startled, and smiled at me as if she knew me. And then she ran from the bed toward the door to the parlor that was shut. My heart raced. I followed her, flinging open the door to stare out into the empty parlor with the gray streetlights creating a defused, half-light glow in the room.

How had the little girl gone through the door? It had been shut! How could she have disappeared so quickly? Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? I pinched myself to see if I was awake.

I was. The floor was cold even through my socks. I crossed the parlor and unlocked and opened the outer door to the hall. All was quiet except for the deep tick-tock of a grandfather clock at one end. I bit my lower lip and retreated to the parlor, making sure the door to the hall was locked.

Standing silently for a moment, listening for laughter, I let my heart settle into a normal rhythm. What was the matter with me?

Thinking back at the vision of the little girl, I realized something was wrong about it. The child’s clothes were more fitting for the nineteenth century, not the twenty-first. In fact, her clothes reminded me of the lacy frills of my doll. And the girl’s hair was long, curled in dark blond ringlets down her back, and she wore a white ribbon in her hair. Her body didn’t seem solid. It was transparent, almost ghost-like.

Ah, shit!

I charged back into the bedroom and leaped into the bed, pulling the covers over my head. As if hiding under covers could save me. I was behaving like a child myself, but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know a phone number to call unless I punched 911. Then what would I say to the firemen or police? I saw a ghost standing by my bed. Right. That made as much sense as me inheriting a million dollars from a woman I’d never known or seen.

But I had inherited a million dollars . . . two million to be exact.

That realization didn’t thrill me. So I tried to think of another explanation, something besides the paranormal.

Try as I might, I couldn’t make sense of my experience. My mind whirled and twirled but I couldn’t come up with a clear explanation. Later I heard the grandfather clock bong once in the distance, ghost-like itself. This place was too darn spooky for me, I remember thinking. Soon after that I must have relaxed enough to fall asleep.

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Bio for Jan Scarbrough

A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan Scarbrough has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press. She writes paranormal Gothic romances and heartwarming contemporary romances with a touch of spice. Her favorite topics are families and second chances and if the plot allows, she adds another passion—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a big-time, competitive horse show.

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Author Jan Scarbrough: Don’t Be Afraid to Make Your Dreams Come True – New Release: Tangled Memories

I am very pleased to introduce Jan Scarbrough who is sharing her latest release, Tangled Memories. It’s a gothic mystery romance…which I adore!! Welcome, Jan…

 

Don’t be afraid to make your dreams come true!

When I was thirty-eight, I almost died. After that happened, I figured it was time to make my dream come true. I’d always wanted to write a novel, but had been scared of failure and never tried. After my life-threatening experience, I knew it was time to make the effort.

Tangled Memories is like an old-fashioned gothic romance with a dark, mysterious hero and the spunky heroine. There’s a big supernatural element involving a medieval plot. However, the book is contemporary, set in a modern-day Kentucky mansion. After a few starts and stops, the book wrote itself, because I had a story to tell. I was fortunate that the Romance Writers of America selected Tangled Memories as one of its Golden Heart Finalists.

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Blurb for Tangled Memories

 After losing his wife, Dr. Alexander Dominican is determined his infant daughter will not grow up motherless as he did. Offering sensible, kind kindergarten teacher Mary Adams a marriage of convenience seems like the perfect solution. The widow’s husband left her with a mountain of debt. For Alex, paying it off is a small price to pay for his daughter’s happiness. Until his sensible new wife begins to lose her mind.

On the day of their marriage, Mary starts having frightening hallucinations of medieval England—visions that feel more like the memories of woman who lived centuries before. More terrifying, someone—or some thing—is stalking the new mistress of Marchbrook Manor. Could it be one of the sinister servants? Or Alex himself? Alex is reawakening hidden desires and longings in Mary, but until she can untangle the web of nightmares and secrets, she can trust no one. Not even Alex.

Alex has no idea he’s unleashing a destiny that’s taken him seven hundred years to fulfill.

If Alex and Mary are to salvage their future, they must first unravel centuries of…Tangled Memories.

Excerpt – Tangled Memories

By Jan Scarbrough

Present Day

His eyes were gray. I had never noticed before. They weren’t the color of slate but smoky and mysterious.

Swallowing a hard knot of dread that surfaced in my throat, I walked down the silent aisle toward him. Chin held high, very lady-like in posture and demeanor, a trace of smile upon my lips—I was the picture of confidence.

Inside, I trembled.

I stopped in front of the altar. A cloying scent of gardenias assaulted my senses. How curious the delicate white flowers in my bouquet should be so overpowering. Just like the man beside me. Just like the deep, heady gray of his eyes.

I extended my hand. He took it, and I drew a breath and held it. The firmness of his fingers surprised me.

“Friends.” The minister glanced up at us and smiled. “We are gathered together in the sight of God to witness and bless the joining together of Mary and Alexander in Christian marriage.”

Alex was tall, so tall I had to look up to connect with those mesmerizing eyes. I was aware of my breathing, erratic and shallow. I’d married for the second time in my life and, once again, my reasons were more practical than romantic.

How even more ironic was the Methodist minister’s white stole, a symbol of purity and love. I felt neither pure nor in love. His black robes better matched my somber mood.

“I ask you now,” Reverend Watts continued, “in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into a union with one another.”

To enter into a union. 

Heaven help me. Would it be a union? How could it be? Our union was a business arrangement, plain and simple. I understood that. For some reason though, sadness settled around my heart.

Reverend Watts looked at me. “Mary, will you have Alexander to be your husband to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

Alex’s penetrating gaze burned upon my upturned face. “I will,” I said at last.

“Alexander, will you have Mary to be your wife?”

From underneath my lashes, I watched him. He wore his black hair swept back and long, curling at his neck. A stray lock touched his forehead and set off his eyes. His high cheekbones and jawline gave him a classic look. His lips were full and inviting. Enigmatic in his formal black tuxedo, crisp white shirt, and bow tie, he seemed a brooding Byronic hero. Handsome, though austere, his masculine good looks belonged to another century or, at least, on the cover of a romantic novel.

How different would my life have been if I hadn’t become pregnant my freshman year in college…if I hadn’t married Bill…if I hadn’t miscarried? What if I had met Alexander Dominican under different circumstances, before life touched me so cruelly?

“I will.” His deep voice resonated throughout the empty chapel.

Turning from the minister to me, Alex’s eyes brightened as his gaze captured mine. Out of habit, I licked my lips, but nothing eased my tension. The strain I felt surely communicated to the self-assured man who held my hand. Did he feel the hypocrisy of our oath? Or was he simply satisfied with a marriage of convenience?

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Bio for Jan Scarbrough

A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan Scarbrough has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press. She writes paranormal Gothic romances and heartwarming contemporary romances with a touch of spice. Her favorite topics are families and second chances and if the plot allows, she adds another passion—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a big-time, competitive horse show.

Website: http://www.janscarbrough.com/

Newsletter Signup: http://www.janscarbrough.com/contact/

Facebook: fb.me/Romancerider

Twitter: https://twitter.com/romancerider

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/janscarbrough

 

 

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